Meltdown! - Buenos Aires, Argentina - 4.22.2013

[Evan De Parker]

LAST WEEK...

We cut to a recap of the Tag Team Championship match where Tommy Knoxville has Jair Hopkins locked in his finishing maneuver, the Drunken Hangover, his version of the Tazmission.

West: He’s not gonna make it-- Hopkins might tap out to the Drunken Hangover!

Hopkins, after nearly a half-minute, is able to reach out and grab the bottom rope! The crowd roars and Tommy Knoxville’s eyes widen. He groan, holding onto the hold, and Tyler Harrison starts the five count.

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Knoxville angrily lets go and staggers to his feet. M&M continue to watch from the middle of the ramp, as Knoxville falls back into his corner--

West: Tag!

Buckson Gooch tags himself in and gives Knoxville a nod, stepping past him in the ring. Knoxville raises an eyebrow, but steps out into the apron as Gooch stalks Hopkins who climbs to his feet.

Our camera focuses, freezing on the image of Tommy Knoxville's unsatisfied face as he waits on the apron.

Jair Hopkins catches Gooch from behind, rolling him up in a Schoolboy, stacking all of his weight on top of Gooch for the pin! Tyler Harrison drops down to count!

West: HOPKINS OUT OF NOWHERE!

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Tommy Knoxville enters the ring, but he’s too late! The bell rings and the crowd roars as “The World Is Yours” hits the PA system!

Nicky Paige: Here are your winners and STILL the Action Packed Wrestling World Tag Team Champions, Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins, the DYING BREEEEEED!

We fast forward to Niobe Martin, charging to the ring, trying to comfort Tommy Knoxville who is seething... Seething...

West: HEY, HEY, HEY!

Knoxville leaps to his feet, moving past Niobe and delivers a stomp to Tyler Harrison’s gut and then drives him head-first into the canvas... Sativa Spike!

Harris: Whoa! Tommy Knoxville just planted Tyler Harrison with the Sativa Spike!

West: NIOBE MARTIN!

Martin hits Gooch from behind with a Low Blow! Gooch hunches over, and Knoxville delivers the Sativa Spike to him as well! Gooch lies next to Tyler Harrison, motionless on the mat while Harrison continues to writhe in agony.

West: This is sick. What the HELL is going through the minds of Niobe Martin and Tommy Knoxville?! THAT’S YOUR PARTNER, KNOX!

Harris: Hahaha, yeah... YOU GO tell Knoxville about loyalty.

Knoxville takes Niobe by the hand and the two calmly make their way up the ramp, Niobe looking worried-- and Knoxville expressionless.

West: What is going ON?!

We fade away from the fading figures of Knoxville and Martin, and instead, find ourselves watching a recap of several images, showing the friendship as seen through the eyes of Meltdown's cameras, between Yarmouth and the North American Champion, the Guv'Nor.

Clips are shown, chronicling the argument between Sienna and the Guv'Nor before we slow to a stop on a certain scene.

Sienna: Okay, I’ll throw you a bone, Guv’nor. You want to give Yarmouth a shot at the North American Championship, I’ll give him that shot—

The crowd cheer, The Guv’nor nods with agreement.

Sienna: But only if he can beat you tonight!

West: What a crock this is!

Sienna: That’s right, if Yarmouth wants a title shot he’s going to have to earn it. If you’re so desperate to give your friend an opportunity, you’ll have no problem with him winning the match tonight.

Sienna pauses, then says mockingly.

Sienna: Or is your ego more important than justice?

A sinister self-satisfied smile appears on Sienna’s face. Guv’nor shakes his head.

Sienna: And one more thing --- if Yarmouth doesn’t win tonight, I promise as long as I am General Manager of Meltdown, he will NEVER get a title shot again.

We fade away on the angered face of our North American Champion, while the General Manager blows him a sarcastic kiss.

We fade into the action of the match which saw Yarmouth face the Guv'Nor...

The crowd, especially the FELLA fans pop, as Yarmouth nails Guv’nor with a chokeslam. Yarmouth makes the cover...

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West: Yarmouth’s got this one!
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The ref is about to slam his hand down a third time, but he’s dragged out of the ring by Sienna and Robina.

West: WHAT IS THIS! Sienna and Robina have just screwed Yarmouth.

Robina climbs onto the ring apron to confront Yarmouth, but he grabs her by the hair and drags her over the top rope into the ring. Robina gets to her feet, she’s holding a crowbar. Sienna grabs the ref to distract him, Robina swings the crowbar but Yarmouth blocks and rips away the weapon. Sienna pushes the ref into the ring, indicating Yarmouth. The ref spots the crowbar and is about to call for the bell...

West: This can’t be happening!

Harris: Yarmouth has only himself to blame; he shouldn’t have brought a weapon into the ring.

...But Guv’nor grabs the ref’s arm to stop him. Guv’nor explains to the ref, pointing to Sienna and imploring him not to disqualify Yarmouth; Sienna is on the apron screaming for the ref to call the bell and disqualify Yarmouth. Meanwhile, Robina snatches the crowbar back and slams it into Yarmouth’s head, unbeknownst to the official.

West: No!

Once he has convinced the ref to let the match continue Guv’nor is surprised to see Yarmouth down (Robina has high-tailed it with the evidence). Guv’nor grabs Yarmouth and sets him up for the Gypsy Kiss (Gator Roll). However, he catches a glimpse of Sienna, imploring Guv’nor to make the pin. Guv’nor lets Yarmouth go and puts his hand on his head, looking torn. Sienna is thumping the ring apron screaming ‘PIN HIM! PIN HIM!’. Guv’nor rolls out of the ring, as if thinking it over.

West: What is Guv’nor doing here! I don’t think he wants to pin Yarmouth in these circumstances.

Harris: He’s gone mad! Come on Guv, you won’t get a better chance!

Sienna marches over to Guv’nor and start ordering him back into the ring. The ref begins a to count.

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Sienna berates Guv’nor, but he walks away.
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Guv’nor glares at Sienna; she tries to push him towards the ring.
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Sienna is on her knees, pleading with Guv’nor, but the champ just smiles as the ref calls..
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The ref call for the bell.

DING! DING!

Paige: The winner of this match, by count-out....YARMOUTH!

There is confusion inside the arena as Guv’nor stands over Sienna with a smirk on his face. The champ calls for a mic.

Guv’nor: Nice try, sweetheart. I’ll give you your dues: that was a close call.

Sienna is seething, screaming some inaudible abuse at Guv’nor.

Guv’nor: Here’s the thing, you said Yarmouth had to win the match—

Guv’nor’s smirk turns to a grin.

Guv’nor: You didn’t say anything about him having to beat me. So by my reckoning that makes Yarmouth the #1 contender.

Sienna is screaming ‘NO!’ over and over from her kneeling position on the floor.

Guv’nor: Yarmouth, I’ll see you next week, bruv!

Guv’nor calls for the North American Championship belt which he raises above his head before heading to the ramp and backstage. The camera focuses on a seething Sienna at ringside, looking like she’s about to burst into tears, and we fade to black on Yarmouth glaring up the ramp at Sienna while the Guv'Nor holds the North American Championship above his head...

We fade to the opening package of Monday Night Meltdown as AFI's "The Boy Who Destroyed the World" plays over the clips of action between Meltdown's current Megastars and APW's tag teams, and we immediately cut to the backstage area.

The crowd boos as Sienna Harrison appears backstage, alongside Tyler Harrison who is dressed in a referee's outfit already. Sienna coughs, blowing away dust as she opens a locker room marked "HOOD." The room is dimly lit. She looks around curiously until her eyes fall upon the "Perfect Megastar."

Sienna: Nice place.

Robina: It isn’t what I call phenomenal but, as for somewhere as filthy as Argentina goes, it’ll do.

This prompts boos from the audience. Sienna smiles and kneels down beside Robina as Robina continues to tie the laces of her boots.

Sienna: I want you to go out there, and I want you to dominate tonight.

Robina: Don’t worry Sienna, I’ll easily win this match since I doubt Michael Jennings has what it takes to beat me.

Sienna smiles faintly.

Sienna: I don't want you to just win. And-- that may sound a little biased, but I've put a lot of stock in you, Robina. I've told the world that you were the future... And tonight... I want you to be exactly that. I want you to show the world that you're the future. Michael Jennings doesn't even respect the North American Championship. He doesn't respect this company-- doesn't respect me...

She looks down for a moment, and then back up at Robina.

Sienna: Doesn't respect you either. And I want you to do something.

Robina stares at Sienna for a long time in silence before she nods.

Robina: Don’t worry, I will do something that will definitely teach Jennings to respect you.

Sienna looks slightly taken aback by the comment, but smiles and places a hand on Robina's shoulder, delicately, but soon, Robina pushes herself up and looks down at Sienna with a smirk.

Robina: You can trust me.

She turns, leaving Sienna in silence, and leaves the locker room. Sienna watches after her, a half-smile crossing her face, and she turns to Tyler.

Sienna: She's perfect, isn't she?

Tyler shrugs. Sienna narrows her eyes at him and adjusts the collar of his referee shirt.

Sienna: You remember what I told you to do out there for this match, right?

Tyler groans and looks away.

Tyler: Yeah. And I don't know why you're trying to keep me in the middle of--

Sienna: Good. I always loved you for your fantastic memory, big brother. Don't... Ever... Forget anything I tell you.

She smiles and pats Tyler on the chest before turning and walking out of the room. Tyler sighs and follows behind.

The scene opens backstage with the camera pointed square at Hannah Storm.

Hannah: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time--- the current North American Champion, The Guv’nor!

The crowd pop as the champ steps into the scene, the championship belt around his waist.

Hannah: Guv’nor, tonight you defend the North American Championship against Yarmouth in our main event. How confident are you that there will be no interference in this match tonight?

The Guv’nor: Hannah, I can’t guarantee anything. Sienna Harrison will do whatever she feels she has to do, it’s just my job to deal with whatever hand that slag gives to me---- and shove those cards back down her throat.

Hannah: So you are not worried about any potential fallout from last week’s events?

The Guv’nor: It’s not my business to worry. Hannah, you should know by now I don’t sit around thinking about things; I’m a man of action, who lives firmly in the moment. The plots and the schemes, I leave that to slags who don’t have the bottle to face life head on---

The Guv’nor interrupted as 2-3 security men trot by, drawing his and Hannah’s attention. A straggler follows them, Hannah stops him.

Hannah: What’s all the commotion?

Security Guard: It’s Yarmouth. Some gang has got backstage and they’re attacking him.

Guv’nor: YOU WHAT? Where are they are?

Security Guard: This way.

The Guv’nor follows the security guard, the cameraman doing his best to keep up, and we soon find ourselves in a part of the arena where Yarmouth is on the floor and three brutes are laying into him--- one of them with a steel pipe; the guards we saw earlier are all laid out.

West: What the hell is going on here? Who are these people?

Harris: I don’t think they’ve come to get autographs, Shane!

The security guard Guv’nor followed is soon despatched to the concrete floor, but Guv’nor moves in clocks the first thug with a right cross that sends the thug stumbling back into a stack of metal piping. The thug with the pipe swings for Guv’nor, but he ducks under it and lands a body blow that registers on the Richter scale for its brutal impact. Thug #3 fancies his chances, but Guv’nor gives him a headbutt, then throws thug #3 through a glass window---- drawing an audible pop from the crowd watching the ActionTron. Next Guv’nor turns back to thug #2 and levels him with a kick to the ribs, then drops down and starts pounding away with hard punches, each one smashing the thug’s head against the concrete floor---- about half a dozen being the number to render the thug unconscious. Guv’nor turns and sets his eyes on thug #1, but it seems like the blow to the head knocked some sense into the thug because he is quick to run for the hills. Guv’nor turns to Yarmouth and helps him into a sitting position.

Guv’nor: Yarmouth, it’s The Guv’nor. You alright, bruv?

Yarmouth: Gerroffme!

Yarmouth struggles to his feet and swings an arm. It’s a sluggish swing, and Yarmouth is off balance, so Guv’nor easily avoids it. Yarmouth quickly flops back to the floor.

Yarmouth: Fella, why’s there six of you?

Guv’nor: It’s just me, bruv. DOCTOR!

Guv’nor looks around.

Guv’nor: Somebody get the bloody doctor!

The medical official is quickly on the case and takes over.

Guv’nor: It’s gonna be okay, bruv. Doc, get him patched up. I’m going to hunt down these bastards and find out who sent them.

The Guv’nor charges off; the camera zooms in on a groggy Yarmouth being attended to. The scene cuts to our announce table.

Shane West and Dick Harris look on in shock. West sighs and shakes his head.

West: Well-- this isn't how we wanted to open the show, but we welcome you to Monday Night Meltdown from the beautiful Buenos Aires, Argentina where we were SUPPOSED to have a jam-packed evening tonight... Including a North American Title match between the Guv'Nor, and Yarmouth who earned the right to challenge for the championship last week... But Yarmouth might not be okay!

Harris: That was brutal, and I have no idea what that was about... But FEAR NOT, North American Title enthusiasts! Shortly before the show, Sienna Harrison informed us that if Yarmouth was, for any reason unable to compete in the main event, the winner of Michael Jennings versus Robina Hood would go on to face him tonight!

West: Yeah. Convenient.

Harris: What are you saying?!

West: Aside from those two matches-- and their variants-- we have Sampson Cyprus taking on Jace Savage after their confrontation last week where Cyprus showed the world that he's not an "old guy" or a "bum", but he's a wrestler tat still has some fight in him and like every other Megastar around here... He's looking for some respect.

Harris: My money's on Savage in that one. But let's talk about the six-man elimination tag we have coming up tonight!

West: Ah, yes. Roy Speede teams up with the ever-impressive former North American Champion, Warren Peace and Yanzel Holmes, who's been making waves since his APW debut against Evan McDonald a few weeks back. Speaking of Evan McDonald, last week he and the debuting Ellis Graham formed a team now known as The Trust... And they're teaming with Billy Pepsi, a man who has had a fair share of issues with Speede!

Harris: Hey, Graham has his own show! Have you seen it?

West: ...But first, after our break, Niobe "Nightmare" Martin, who shocked the world when she helped Tommy Knoxville betray Buckson Gooch last week, will take on one half of the Natural Born Killaz, Jake Titan! And Tyler Harrison is our special referee!

In a triple-split-screen, we see Tyler Harrison walking to ringside down one corridor, Niobe Martin and Tommy Knoxville in another, and Jake Titan, followed by Leon "The Virus" Roberts and Demonica in another.

Harris: It's next!

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

The shows goes to the lower levels of the arena backstage where Michael Jennings is shown sitting on the ground next to a wall. He stares down at the ground as he begins to speak.

Jennings: This place is a prison that you all built for yourselves.

He brushes his hair back and looks at the camera as he continues.

Jennings: Governments were put into place to control society through laws but now you have all become slaves to that system.

Michael stands up to address the camera now.

Jennings: In APW it's no different. Instead of a government we are ruled by brand General Managers and President Jeff. However that system has also created an APW where wrestlers seem to only care about titles, fame, and money. It's the same thing over and over again which is why the industry has become stale. It's why guys like Michael Harris, Shane Borderland, Jason Andrews, and Chris Hart are able to even get into this sport.

These comments actually draw cheers which is shocking in itself considering Michael is the total opposite of what a fan favorite normally is.

Jennings: I'm came back to this business to send a message. That I'm sick of the same old crap around here and it's time for a change. I look on the television broadcasts on a weekly basis and see nothing but egomaniacs running amok. It's time they got put in their place. Robina Hood, you are Sienna's little pet but I'm going to show you that it takes more than the backing of those in power to make it to the top of this industry. After I break you in half, just like I would if you came to my bedroom tonight, I'm going to beat the Guv'Nor and walk out with the North American Championship belt.

For some reason, once again, he gets cheered which perplexes even him. He pauses for a moment before finishing his monologue.

Jennings: Guv'Nor, you're about the only talent around here who I think is even worth a damn. It'll be my pleasure to kick your ass all over Buenos Aires. I'll see you in Hell, bruv.

He then walks off screen as the scene fades to ringside.

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. Tommy Knoxville then walks out from the back, behind her as he places his arms around her waist. The fans begin to boo the two after last weeks actions.

West: The fans don't seem to like these two after what they did to Gooch last week.

Harris: What do you expect? Gooch has remained loyal to Knoxville as the two climbed the food chain in the tag division. Then, when things don't go their way, Knoxville turns his back on Gooch like a coward and points the finger at someone else besides himself.

Two then walk down the ramp slowly towards the ring as the fans continue to boo.

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

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 125 pounds and standing 5 feet, 7 inches... She is APW's Nightmare.... Niobe MMAARRTTTIIINNNNN...

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

The two enter the ring as the fans displeasure becomes more and more evident. Knoxville grabs her by the waist and the two kiss as the music slowly dies off.

Harris: That's disgusting!

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. Jake Titan is seen with his shopping cart full of weapons.

Paige: And the opponent, weighing in at 240 pounds and standing 6 feet tall. He is APW's True Gangster.... Jake TTIIITTTAAAANNNNNNN...

West: Of all the people Knoxville has pissed off since returning to APW, this man right here has to be at the top of the list.

Harris: These two have been exchanging words for the last few weeks. I hope he finally puts Knoxville in his place!

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

The two walk down the ramp. Once at ringside, Jake parks his Shopping card and the two slide in the ring. Knoxville and Niobe watch as they stand across the ring from them. Leon and Jake stare across the ring at them as well as the tension begins to build.

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 as Leon and Knoxville both exit the ring from opposite sides. He then heads for opposing turnbuckles, and pose for the fans and Niobe watches on.

West: It's time to get the show kicked off ladies and gentlemen. With Knoxville and Leon on the outside, anything is bound to happen.

Harris: You can say that again! I hope Knoxville gets what is owed to him. His time will come! I'm ready to see NBK stomp a mudhole in his rear end and then Gooch come out and clean up the mess.

Tyler Harrison calls for the bell as he signals for the match to begin. Niobe walks to the center of the ring, focused on Jake. With a smile on his face, Jake moves in as well and looks down at Niobe. He then looks over at Knoxville and cracks a laugh. Out of nowhere, Jake lunges forward at Niobe with a lariat only to miss as she ducks underneath. Jake quickly turns his body towards her and tries again, only to come up short as she barely avoids the contact. Jake becomes irritated and comes at her once more without hesitation only to miss and get taken down to the ring with a leg sweep.

West: Niobe may be a lot smaller than Jake but she sure is quicker.

Niobe wastes no time and quickly jumps on Jake and delivers a series of blows to the head and body. Jake fights them off as best he can and grabs her by the shoulder and tosses her aside, off of him and quickly climbs to his feet. Niobe gets up as well only to get blindsided by Jake with a powerful shoulder block that sends her straight to her back sending a thud echoing throughout the arena.

Harris: Get her Jake!

Jake quickly grabs her by the hair and yanks her to her feet. He then picks her up and plants her in the mat with a body slam. As Niobe rolls around the ring in pain, Knoxville jumps on the apron, yelling at Jake.

West: I knew it was only a matter of time...

Jake walks over to Knoxville and the two butt heads as they run their mouths to one another. As this continues, Niobe climbs to her feet. Leon climbs on the opposite apron and yells across the ring at Jake but doesn't catch his attention. Niobe then grabs Jake and brings him down with a schoolboy pin As Knoxville laughs and hops down from the apron. Harrison jumps to the mat and begins to count, a slow one at that.

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West: That was a close one!

Harris: I wish Gooch would just come down to ringside and take the trash out.

The two climb totheir feet and Jake rushes in on Niobe while she's on one knee. Quick to act, Niobe takes him down with a firemans carry takedown and then rolls over his back and snaps on a camel clutch. As Jake tries to fight out of the hold, Leon climbs the turnbuckle and gets the refs attention. As Harrison tries to force him down from the apron, Knoxville rolls into the ring and delivers a dropkick to Jake's face as Niobe continues the hold.

West: Now that's just wrong!

Harris: Turn around Harrison!

Knoxville rolls back out of the ring as Niobe releases the hold and climbs to her feet. Leon finally steps down from the apron and Harrison turns back to the action. Niobe then delivers a series of kicks to Jake as he's down and rolls him into the corner. She doesn't stop there, As Jake leans on the ropes she climbs on top of him with punches to the head and Harrison comes in to break the two up. Jake then climbs to his feet and regains himself and the two meet each other in the ring. Locking up, Jake overpowers Niobe and delivers a knee to the gut. He then picks her up off her feet and plants her in the mat with a piledriver. Without slowing down, Jake quickly goes for the cover as Harrison drops down with an even faster count.

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A few minutes pass during the match in which Jake seems to have total control. With Niobe down on the ground, slowly getting to her feet, Jake climbs the turnbuckle and waits. As soon as she's up, he leaps from the top and hits her with a missle dropkick, sending her rolling across the ring into the corner where Knoxville watches. Knoxville quickly comes to her aide as he checks on her and encourages her to get back to her feet. Jake wastes no time and moves in on her. Grabbing her by the hair, he slings her across the ring, away from Knoxville's support. As Niobe slowly gets up, Jakes runs at her from behind and goes for a bulldog. Niobe somehow manages to escape and pushes Jake to the ropes. As Jake slingshots back, Niobe waits and nails him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.

Harris: Well... she still has a little fight left in her. I just wish Jake would wrap this thing up and fry that fish in her corner.

West: I'm sure that's what he wants to do as well. He has to get past Niobe first.

Jake quickly gets to his feet and the two begin to exchange blows in the center of the ring as the fans erupt from the action.

Knoxville quickly jumps on the apron and gets Harrison's attention as the action continues in the ring. As Harrison tries to force Knoxville from the apron, Niobe hits Jake with a low blow and puts him down on the mat with a DDT. Knoxville then jumps down from the apron and walks to the other side of the ring as Leon watches and prepares for a fight himself. In the ring, Niobe climbs the turnbuckle and leaps in the air. As she comes down, she connects with the Hallucination (450 Splash) and quickly goes for the cover. Harrison drops to the mat with yet another slow count.

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Harris: Damn, Tyler!!! That's the slowest you could possibly count!?!?!?

West: He tried but in the end, Jake just didn't have enough in him to kick out.

Tommy Knoxville slides into the ring to raise Niobe Martin's hand, prompting boos from the crowd. He turns to Tyler Harrison-- but Tyler leaves rather quickly and marches up the ramp.

West: LOOK!

Knoxville and Niobe are spun around. Titan plants Martin with a DDT earning a pop from the Buenos Aires crowd! Niobe crawls to her knees, holding her head in pain. Leon has Knoxville up for a Powerbomb, but Knoxville drops down behind him and kicks him in the gut, planting him with the Sativa Spike DDT! Leon rolls from the ring and Knoxville runs at Titan, but he slides out of the ring. Knoxville starts to follow them, but groans out in frustration as they escape ringside, Titan helping Leon stand. Knoxville turns, instead to Niobe Martin, helping her to her feet as she glares up at Titan, who now has a microphone.

The Natural Born Killaz are on the stage looking at Tommy Knoxville and Niobe Martin. The battle has taken its toll on both sides. Leon and Tommy are shouting at one another but Jake has the mic.

Jake Titan: yea’ I was right. Da two of you are bitches. I want my match Tommy. You couldn’t win the Tag Team Titles with Gooch and you couldn’t win the North American Championship. I HAVE beaten former North American Champions. I ain’t know why you got a chance to face da Guv’na but you shown us dat you ain’t ready fo’ success.

Shocked and surprised, Jake looked at Leon who stole the mic from him.

Leon Roberts: Whoa clam down Jake; don’t waste your time with this turd.

Jake took the microphone back and pushed Leon back some.

Jake Titan: Like Hell! I want my match wit’ yo’ punk ass! I ruined yo’ woman’s shit ‘n’ I want to ruin yo’ shit!

Then Leon snatched the mic out of Jake’s hand.

Leon Roberts: We got them, trust me dude. We have them man.

Jake Titan: A’ight, we got your asses. Maybe we gotta show dat bitch Sienna Yamcha-face or whatever ‘er name is dat we’re ready.

The two smirk at the cameras as they back out-- but suddenly, both men are struck from behind with steel chairs-- by Jason Kash and Reaver! The crowd boos Foul Play's display though Knoxville and Martin grin, laughing from the inside of the ring.

Kash kneels down and whispers something into Roberts' ear before he stands up and throws his chair down on top of him, with Reaver throwing his down on top of Titan. The Killaz stir and try to get up, but Foul Play calmly exit to the back as we fade away on the fallen tag team.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

The lights in the arena dim and are replaced by green and gold flashing lights.Here comes the money plays Jace comes from back stage rubbing his fingers together making the money sign. He stops at the top of the ramp throws his hands down. Silver pyros go off He continues his way to the ring, walking up the stairs. Jace stops and wipes his feet on the apron before entering the ring and preparing for his match.

Paige: Introducing first...from L.A., JACE SAVAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


The ominous organ tones of Ozzy Osbourne's Mr. Crowley begin to play over the loud speakers. As the organ comes to an end and the heavy guitar comes in 'Sensational' Sampson Cyprus enters and stands atop the ramp. He is big, 7 feet tall maybe but beginning to stoop. His body is thickly muscled through the arms, neck and shoulders. A wild mane of hair that was once blonde but is now more white adorns his head. He wears a frayed, red, three quarter length robe trimmed in dingy white. He stands at the top of the ramp for a few moments. He looks focused, maybe a touch amused before beginning the march down to the ring. Sampson does not look at the fans, staring only into the ring. He walks with slowly, with purpose as the guitar picks up. The fans boo if they react at all. Sampson steps over the top ropes and begins a few last minute stretches, testing the ropes lazily.

Paige: And his opponent, from Reno, NV...SAMPSON CYPRUS!!!!!!

Sampson Cyprus vs. Jace Savage

The match begins when Sampson charges Savage, grabbing his head and slamming him down onto his back. Sampson follows up with repeated stomps. Sampson lifts Savage and whips him into a corner, charging and landing a corner splash. Sampson takes Savage by the head drops him with a gutwrench suplex, hits the ropes and connects with a dropkick to the face. Sampson covers, Savage gets a shoulder up before the ref can even get down. Sampson lifts Savage and tries whip him, but its countered and Savage lands running half calf kick, then he clubs the back of Sampson’s head stiffly, follows this up with a knee to the face, runs, and drops the much larger Cyprus with a big flying shoulderblock!!!!! Savage with the cover!

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West: A lot of give and take tonight!

Harris: Both are trying to make an impact here on Meltdown!

Savage lifts Sampson, and goes for German suplex from Savage, he tries to bridge, but Sampson is able to get out of it. Both men get to their feet, Sampson favouring his back. Savage makes a move, nailing Sampson with a knee jawbreaker. Savage thinks about a cover, but instead he goes up to the top rope, sets himself and looks for a flying leg drop from the top, but Sampson gets up and kicks the top rope and Savage lands crotch first onto the top rope. Sampson grabs Savage and nails a SUPERPLEX!

West: The intensity of this match shows the competitive nature of these MegaStars!

Harris: It’s evenly matched! Picking a winner would be impossible right now!

Both men climb back to their feet slowly and exchange a few vicious blows. Weight advantage swings it the way of Sampson, and with Savage off balance he is able to duck under a swinging arm and counter it with a ROUGH POWERBOMB! Sampson covers.....

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Sampson Cyprus lifts Savage up, and delivers another ROUGH POWERBOMB!!!!!!!

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West: That was a close call, I thought Cyprus had it then.

Now Cyprus is on his feet and rolls out of the ring...he grabs the timekeeper and throws him to the floor...he takes his chair...Cyprus rolls into the ring and slams the chair into the head of Jace Savage with authority, denting the chair, and causing a DQ. Sampson hits Jace in the back a few times, as he writhes on the mat. He slams the chair over Jace’s head one more time before dropping the chair and leaving the ring.

Paige: The winner of this match, by Disqualification...JACE SAVAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

West: WOW! That was-- that was a bit much, wouldn't you say?

Harris: I WOULD DEFINITELY SAY! How are we going to find more budding stars like Jace Savage if we keep scaring them off with daily beatdowns?!

West: We have the EMTs down here, making sure Jace Savage is alright-- and at least he's conscious.

Harris: Maybe it'd be better if he weren't. Stay down, Jace! Ahh-- someone needs to make Sampson pay!

We cut backstage.

Billy Pepsi and Elliot Von Wilderspin are sitting down backstage drinking... You guessed it, Pepsi. Hannah Storm approaches them with microphone in hand. Billy and Elliot stand as she approaches.

Storm: Billy Pepsi, tonight you will be competing in a 6 man elimination tag match. Can you tell me what your thoughts are going into the match.

Before Billy can speak, Elliot steps in.

Von Wilderspin: Billy is ready for the match. He is grateful for the opportunity to partner with the impressive duo of Ellis Graham and Evan MacDonald. He is also feels privileged to be competing against the wonderfully talent team of Warren Peace, Yanzel Holmes, and Roy Speede.

Billy looks disgusted at Elliot's words. He tries to say something, but Elliot holds up his hand in front of Billy.

Storm: Well no doubt one of Billy's opponents tonight is looking for retribution. It's no secret that Roy Speede feels cheated out of a win last week on Meltdown against Billy Pepsi.

Billy clenches his fist and prepares to respond, but again Elliot cuts in.

Von Wilderspin: I believe there has been some misunderstanding on that front. You see last week people seem to think Billy and I were trying to cheat. The fact is, Billy has been dealing with a dry mouth lately, and he was parched. I just simply gave him some mid match refreshment. There was no ill will intended. What transpired was simply an accident.

Billy snickers in the background at this statement, and Elliot shoots him a dirty look. At this moment, a souvenir cup from the arena with no lid is interjected into the scene, and a cup full of Coca Cola comes splashing into the face of Billy Pepsi. The same happens almost simultaneously to Von Wilderspin, and the two recoil almost in succession from the soda to the face. Roy Speede steps into the shot, along with a man a little bit shorter wearing a suit and tie. Speede bowls over Pepsi and throws him to the floor as the other man does the same to Von Wilderspin. Speede turns to the interviewer and speaks for a moment while they are down with the formally dressed man beside him.

Roy Speede: Sorry to interrupt, but it looks like there’s been a change in programming for these two. Ladies and gentlemen, these two who so royally screwed me last week did so because of the numbers game, and that’s not happening anymore. He doesn’t get to have the numbers game against me, and it gives me great pleasure to introduce my new manager, my cousin, Alex Haden!

Haden steps up to the mic to speak, but before he can do so, Von Wilderspin shoves him. Speede shoves Von Wilderspin back, and as Pepsi’s manager swings Speede ducks it before hitting him with the Silver Bullet (full nelson slam). Pepsi gets to his feet, and Speede delivers a Silver Bullet to his foe as well.

Alex Haden: Thank you for that introduction. Now I’d like to make one thing perfectly clear, to these two oafs who so boldly stole victory from the grasp of my client. If you intend to play games with us, sirs, then we will play games, but it won’t be with a numbers advantage making your lives incredibly easy. If you want to play games, we shall do it now, with the odds even! You want to play games, boys? Fine; At Mayhem, Roy Speede and Billy Pepsi go one on one! And if your little lackey tries to get involved, Pepsi, I will be there to stop the party from getting out of hand!

Alex pauses for a moment and Roy moves back in to the mic.

Roy Speede: That’s right... Can you hear me now, Pepsi?

Alex Haden: GOOD!

The two turn to walk away, leaving Pepsi and his manager sprawled out on the floor of the interview area.

The show cuts to Sienna’s office where she is shown talking with Tyler Harrison who is shown sitting on the couch. She is talking about the match between Michael Jennings and Robina Hood that is taking place later on the show.

Sienna: ...And we can't have someone like that representing this show. I don't know what's worse-- him, or the Guv'Nor. I mean, I know Robina is still a little green in the ring, but she's eighteen years old! She's adorable, and she's British, and she's a bitch, and the kids love that! What the hell kind of Michael Jennings merchandise could we push? Tubes of fake blood? Like-- at least Lenny has a shirt, y'know?

She continues, but neither her nor Tyler sees Michael Jennings sneak into the office and hide in the shadows near the door as she speaks.

Sienna: I just don't know about Jennings.

Michael walks out of the shadows much to the surprise of Tyler.

Jennings: Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Sienna turns and gives him a look.

Sienna: And what the hell were you doing in the office?! Trying to hear my thoughts on your number one cont--

Jennings: So you were merely analyzing the match? I get it. You want Robina Hood to win this match, don’t you?

Sienna looks at Jennings, first in shock, and then in a look of anger. She scoffs, but doesn't say anything... A smirk creeps across Michael’s face like a slithering snake.

Jennings: I see. You want your little precious jewel to reach the top of Meltdown tonight. Well that’s not going to happen. See I’m going to cut your little pet project into little pieces and feed her to you for a mid-show snack. It’ll be the healthiest snack you’ve had in awhile judging by your waist line, madam.

Sienna: WHAT?! How dare you? You are about one disgusting comment away from a pay cut. One wrong move away from a suspension. Get the hell out!

This reaction amuses him as he walks over to her. Tyler looks between them, nervously.

Jennings: Do you feel in charge?

Michael brushes his hand across her cheek. The fact he’s intimidating Sienna is actually drawing cheers from the crowd which is a strange reaction.

Jennings: Just because you run the show doesn’t give you power over me or the ability to control me. Your control has given you power over this brand. Your influence has led to a curtain jerker talent being labeled as the Future of Meltdown. Your influence can only go so far. Here’s something you need to think about. Would you rather be on my good side or on my bad side?

Sienna: Jesus Christ. Tyler, get him away from me! He's... frickin... Evil. Ugh.

Jennings: I’m a necessary evil. An evil that is here to save this industry from being taken over by the clones. I’m not a good man like the Guv’Nor and I’m not a weak minded individual like Robina Hood. I’m a sociopath. I’m the most mentally unstable person here. I’m not here for money, championships, fame, or power like everyone else. I am here to send a message. Think about what I have said before you end up on my bad side…

He brushes her cheek again before heading for the door.

Jennings: You think about what I said, darling. And remember the devil will be around your Hell at least until he gets drafted to Asylum or Meltdown…

This comment also for some odd reason draws cheers as Jennings heads back out of the office. Sienna looks down at Tyler, giving him a sharp glare for his apparent incompetence. Tyler raises his hands defensively and the camera fades away as Sienna shakes her head, rubbing her temples.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

"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...from Philadelphia, PA...MICHAEL JENNINGS!!!!!!


They say we wanted attention

Those five words of "Ignite" by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela immediately interrupts [name of opponent]'s theme and causes him/her to glare at the stage to see their opponent.

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

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 Robina walked pass them, her eyes not blinking away from her opposition.

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 remained fully focused on her opponent, almost as if planning when to pounce.

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 kept her eyes on her opponent, pointed a finger at him/her and states that "you're going to die!" 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 simply stands there and glared her eyes towards her opponent as the referee pats her boots, checking for any weapons stashed in there, while her theme slowly dies out.

Michael Jennings vs. Robina Hood


West: This looks serious! I don't think there's going to be many rest holds. They are going to try to finish this quick!

Harris: And they should! If what happened to Yarmouth earlier is any indication, the winner isn't gonna be done after this match is over!

West: It's true-- if Yarmouth is unable to compete, the winner of this match is going to face the Guv'Nor in the main event for the North American Title!

Harris: THAT will be somethin'.

The bell sounds and the two competitors charge each other. Michael Jennings uses his superior strength and starts jabbing at Robina Hood and nails her with a right cross. Robina steps back but charges back in. Michael Jennings and Robina Hood exchange a flurry of punches. Michael takes Robina into a side headlock. Hood shoves forward and whips Jennings into a corner, charges, but gets countered with a back elbow to the face. Michael clamps down hard on another headlock, Robina reverses the headlock with a fireman’s carry takedown, hits the ropes and drops the rising Jennings with a flying clothesline. Jennings pops back up and throws a vicious jab to the face of Robina...without hesitation Robina throws a hook that connects with Jennings jaw. Jennings charges at Hood and she drops down holding the top rope and Jennings falls over the top rope. He just glares into the ring. Robina stands a little too close to the ropes and Jennings lurches up and grabs Robina by the head and drops her throat first on the top rope.

West: There is no back down in Robina Hood!

Harris: And there is no let up in Michael Jennings!
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Michael Jennings rolls back into the ring and charges in and kicks Robina in the stomach and plants her with a DDT. Jennings then resorts to kicks to the ribs several times, then delivers an elbow to the back of the head. Robina is back on her feet with her fists up. They trade punches with Jennings gaining the upperhand. Jennings grabs Robina and nails her with a snap suplex. He gets back to his feet and Robina rolls over and is back up, too. They again charge at each other throwing punches. An errant punch from Jennings hits the ref and the ref stumbles to the turnbuckle to clear his head...RED MIST FROM ROBINA HOOD!!!!! Jennings is wildly punching and Robina is picking her shots. She goes for a kick and Jennings catches it and pulls her close...T-BONE SUPLEX!!!!! Jennings is trying to clear out the mist from his eyes as the ref is back on duty. The crowd start booing harder as Michael wrenches in a chinlock. Michael turns it into a choke and the ref makes him release the hold. He grabs Robina by the hair and lifts her to her feet...he grabs her head looking to deliver another DDT...SMALL PACKAGE!!!!!!!!!


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West: I thought Robina had just stolen the match.

Robina rolls and crouches to her feet. Jennings slams his fist to the mat and then gets back to a vertical base. Robina strikes and nails a sick knee to the face. Jennings stumbles back and she trips him and he falls to his back. She drops a knee to his face, pops back up, and drops another knee to his face. She grabs him by the hair and sits him up...Robina chops the back of a Jennings, bounds off the ropes and nails a football kick to the chest...bounds off the ropes again and nails a jumping knee drop...she covers!

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Robina gets back to her feet but is surprised to be clubbed in the back of the head by Jennings. She turns around and they start throwing vicious punches. Jennings nails a stiff European Uppercut and gains the upperhand...EMPIRE FALLS!!!!!!!

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Paige: The winner of this match...MICHAEL JENNINGS!!!!!!!!!

West: Jennings did it! Jennings is the number one contender!

Harris: ...Poor Sienna must be so upset!

West: Robina sure is...

The crowd is giving Jennings a loud, but mixed reaction as he refuses the referee's acknowledgement and makes his way up the ramp, toward the back.

Robina sits in the middle of the ring, on her knees, taking deep breaths. She looks around at the booing crowd around her, her face turning red, a look of pure anger crossing her face. Robina throws her fists into the mat, letting out a frustrated scream before rolling out of the ring, stomping off toward the back.

Harris: Temper tantrum, much?

Robina shoots one more disgusted look out toward the crowd before she shoves her way through the curtains, into the back.

We cut away.

Backstage the camera picks up Jason Kash and Reaver, members of Foul Play standing side by side near a locker room door. Nobody else in the hallway or area that you can see or hear. They stay silent but their voices come out in a whisper as the camera comes in closer.

Reaver: I'll open the door, you run in and take the pictures..

Kash: I'm not being left alone in the women's locker room. My phone wouldn't last the beating, I'd barely get out of there alive! You do it!

Reaver: No way, I'd scare them! Do you see this mask!?!

Kash: Please, good damn PLEASE don't remove it!

Out of nowhere, Kash and Reaver are suddenly attacked.. It's Leon Roberts and Jake Titan. They both start punching Foul Play down, but Foul Play fights back. All four trade punches with each other, until Reaver tries to jump on Leon. But Leon catches him, and punches him hard in the head, before he picks Reaver up, and goes for a Hellbound Chokeslam. Kash triesh to stop him, but Jake Titan grabs Jason and hits him with a Full Nelson Suplex. Leon then delivers the Hellbound chokeslam to Reaver.

Jason Kash has managed to fend Jake Titan off, and has him set up for a suplex, but just before it can be delivered, Leon quickly trips Kash, causing Kash to fall backwards, with Jake Titan's full weight collapsing onto Kash. Titan gets up, and Leon tosses him a steel chair. The now both have steel chairs. Both men start pounding on Kash, before Leon tells Jake to stop. Leon drops his chair, picks Kash up, and wraps his left hand around Kash's throat. He lifts him up off the ground, and then with his right fist, punches Kash hard in the chest. He let's Kash fall off his fist, as Kash tries to catch his breath due to the attack.

Leon points to the crates, and Titan obliges, climbing to the top of a small stack with a steel chair still in hand, while Leon gets Kash set up. Titan flies off, and with the steel chair tucked underneath him, they execute the DEATH PENALTY, with the steel chair bonus. Leon then tells one of the cameramen to come closer. Leon then lifts a bloodied Kash up by the back of his neck, and begins to speak.

Leon: You see this? This is but a small example of what the Natural Born Killaz are capable of. A little bit of fun we decided to have at the expense of these two posers. Now Kash...Try to interfere, and this what you got. Get in our way of what we want, ad the consequences will be far wore. As for the rest of APW...well this is your only warning you'll get. Make no mistake. The Natural Born Killaz do what we want, the bitches we want, when we want, and how violently we want it to be.

With that, Leon drops Kash onto the floor. We see Kash still bleeding from his forehead, and it's a gruesome site to behold. Reaver was seen coming to a slight bit, and was still feeling the effects of the chokeslam onto the hard floor. From off camera, we hear Leon give an extremely creepy laugh over the work he and Titan did to Foul Play.

We cut away, once again, to another back area in the arena.

The scene opens backstage inside the doctor’s room. Yarmouth is sat on an examination bench, the doctor is making an effort of looking all doctor when there is a knock on the door and The Guv’nor enters. There is a cheer from the crowd.

Guv’nor: I looked everywhere but I couldn’t find them. Yarmouth, how you feeling, bruv?

Yarmouth grunts.

Guv’nor: What’s the diagnosis, doc? You got him patched up yet, because we’ve got a tear up to have shortly.

The doctor shakes his head.

Doctor: I’m sorry, as I was just explaining to Yarmouth, that isn’t going to happen.

Guv’nor: Leave it out, bruv! Look at him! Look at this fighting machine---- it’s only a couple of scratches, right Yar?

Doctor: It’s more than that. I believe Yarmouth has concussion; I’d like to get him off to hospital as soon as possible for some tests, but I certainly cannot medically clear him fit to wrestle tonight.

Guv’nor: Come on doc! This is just run of the mill for geezers like us. It’s a championship match---- you can’t take that away. This is what the fans have paid to see.

Doctor: I cannot with good conscience allow Yarmouth to compete. I will not take any responsibility for that if it happens.

The Guv’nor shakes his head, grits his teeth, then slams a fist into the wall.

Guv’nor: I can’t believe it! I’m gonna kill ‘em! Bruv, I’m sorry.

Yarmouth: I bet you are!

The Guv’nor is caught off guard by the bitter tone of that remark.

Guv’nor: What do you mean by that, bruv?

Yarmouth: Funny how you knew exactly where to find where those cowards were beating me. Funny how they just disappeared into a thin air without a trace.

Guv’nor: What are you saying, mate? I followed the backstage security. I didn’t have a clue it was happening. Trust me, I looked all over this place, every nook and cranny---- the slags are long gone.

Yarmouth: Got your alibi sorted and everything, right fella?

Guv’nor: You suggesting I was in on this, bruv?

Yarmouth: Just saying, fella----- it’s turned out pretty convenient for you.

Guv’nor: I swear down, bruv, I had nothing------ nothing------ to do with this. But I have a pretty firm idea who is behind it.

Yarmouth: Yeah yeah fella, whatever.

Yarmouth turns away from The Guv’nor, who sells shock and being hurt by the snub. The doctor makes a slight gesture that maybe Guv’nor should leave. The champ nods and leaves the room with his head bowed as the scene fades.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

Backstage inside their plush office Sienna and Tyler Harrison are caught in conversation.

Sienna: ...So maybe after Mayhem, we'll have a Meltdown Super Show. I can see it now... A live draft event-- and we could book Foul Play versus the Natural Born Killaz. How's that sound?

She cuts Tyler off before he can respond.

Sienna: And yeah, you know, it sucks that Jennings is competing for the North American Title tonight, but at least we're boosting RATINGS! You know what I mean? And the best part is, Yarmouth isn't involved. It's like, a blessing in disguise! It's--

Suddenly their conversation is interrupted as the door bursts open and The Guv’nor stomps in. His aggressive body language immediately puts Sienna on the defensive; Tyler steps forward and extends a hand.

Tyler: Hey Guv, nice to meet----

But he’s floored with a headbutt right on the nose. Sienna’s eyes widen and her jaw drops upon witnessing that.

Sienna: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU CAN’T COME BARGING IN HERE? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DO----

Guv’nor bears down on Sienna; she backs away but Sienna soon finds herself pressed against a wall. The Guv’nor’s face----- nostrils flared, eyes bulging, breathing hot with fury ------ just millimetres from her own. Guv’nor holds this pose for a few seconds; Sienna cannot take her eyes away from his seething features.

Guv’nor: You happy now?

Sienna: W-w-wh-what d-do you m-mean?

Guv’nor: Don’t play coy with me, princess.

Despite his raging features, The Guv’nor’s tone is calm and steady.

Guv’nor: I know you actioned that attack on Yarmouth? So I’m warning you----

Sienna: What attack? What are you---

Guv’nor: SHUT UP!

That surge of aggression in that shout seems to knock the stuffing out Sienna because she takes on a much meeker look. The Guv’nor speaks again in an even tone.

Guv’nor: I don’t want to hear it. But I’m warning you once, here and now: stay out of my business tonight, or you will rue the day you ever set eyes on me.

The Guv’nor backs away and leaves the office. A few seconds after the coast is clear, Sienna straightens herself up and shouts out.

Sienna: You can’t threaten me! Who do you think you are talking to?

Sienna walks to the door and shouts down the corridor.

Sienna: I’m Sienna Harrison! I’m the boss around here! I make the decisions! I issue the threats!

Sienna steps back into the office, visibly angry herself. She helps Tyler to his feet.

Sienna: Get up Tyler, it’s only a scratch.

He looks at her and his eyes say ‘really?’

Sienna: We’ve got to do something about The Guv’nor. He’s a loose cannon; he can’t be trusted; he isn’t safe.

Tyler puts a hand to his nose and is shocked to find blood.

Sienna: This is getting out of control.

The scene fades on a thoughtful looking Sienna Harrison and we cut to another part of the arena, featuring Hannah Storm.

Hannah Storm stands locker room area, holding a mic.

Hannah: “Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, Sang Réal.”

The two second generation wrestlers enter into shot. Murphy is dressed in a black suit with a dark green tie and a pair of round, gold framed sunglasses. Krown is dressed in a navy three piece navy blue suit with a red tie. Murphy slips his sunglasses off and slides them into his pocket. They stand on either side of Hannah.

Hannah: “Gentlemen, last week you made your unofficial debut on Monday Night Meltdown, but…”

Murphy takes the mic from Hannah. The two step forward, blocking her.

Murphy: “We are Sang Réal. It means “royal blood” in old French, and we are indeed royalty.”

Krown: “We are second generation wrestlers. That makes us better than most of the peasants and genetic backbirths out there.”

Murphy: “Our families helped build this business. Our older brothers tried to prove they could succeed them, but neither was up to it. Where as they were only able to grasp a bit of success, we will continue to prove that we are better than they were and add to our family legacies and prove to be the best tag team in APW.”

Krown: “There are a lot of people that know the names of our fathers. Some know the names of our brothers. Everyone will know our names.”

Murphy: “I am Connor Murphy, son of Irish wrestling legend Sheamus Murphy, brother of Mark Murphy. This is Gabriel Krown, son of Mark Krown and brother of Noah Krown.”

Krown: “We are Sang Réal, and we were just born better than you.”

Murphy hands the mic back to Hannah. Murphy and Krown walk off.

Hannah: "Back to you at ringside, guys."

The mash-up of "Real Deal Theme" and "Rock You Like A Hurricane" plays through the PA system, accompanied by obviously canned cheering and very real, boisterous booing from the actual crowd.
Four "paparazzi" funnel out of the entryway, then turn back to take pictures of Ellis Graham & Evan McDonald as they emerge from backstage. Evan has an attractive woman on each arm whereas Ellis is followed out by a cameraman from his reality show, occasionally catching a glimpse of the crowd and giving them a look of blatant disgust.

Paige: The following contest is a six-man elimination tag team match. Coming to the ring...Ellis Graham and Evan McDonald...the TRUUUUUUSTTT!

The camera cuts to anti-Trust signs throughout the arena, then cuts back as the team approaches ringside. Evan gives both of his ladies a kiss, then enters the ring while they head backstage. Meanwhile, Ellis enters the ring while his reality show cameraman blends in with the APW crew around the ring. The two each make one more "Look At Me!" pose to the crowd - which incites a loud boo. As their music fades, Ellis calls for a microphone.

Ellis Graham: I wanted to - nay, I felt you people NEEDED - me to come out here with my tag team partner, Evan McDonald, and talk about our decision to unite the two freshest, most handsome, and certainly most well-to-do faces on the Meltdown brand.

You see, PEOPLE ASSUME that teams form out of necessity, that every pairing of wrestlers is nothing more than an alliance between those who can't fight their own battles. But...

The crowd boos excessively in anticipation for Ellis' signature introduction. He pulls the microphone away and lets the fans have their moment, even smirking a little.

Ellis Graham: THE REALITY is...sometimes in this cutthroat business, you run into a guy that you respect, and from respect comes..."Trust".

Ellis beams and looks over at Evan who smiles back acknowledgement of his clever wordsmithing.

Ellis Graham: And this team is no different; we share a common bond in our ridiculous wealth...but it's more than that. You see, it's not just being rich, it's about freedom. Take this for instance...

Ellis reaches down and pulls a folded piece of paper from under the right thigh opening of his singlet.

West: That had to be uncomfortable.

Harris: Well, where else would you stash something like that in wrestling gear?

West: I...I don't know.

Ellis unfolds the paper and holds it out for everyone to see.

Ellis Graham: THIS...is my paycheck from last week. Decent pay, especially for amounts to a twenty-minute work week. When I think of a paycheck, I think of all the things I can do with it, but then I look out at all of you and I think about what you HAVE to do with your paycheck: pay the light bill; buy groceries for the kids; throw some money at those bloated credit cards I know you all have; and, if you're lucky, maybe a couple of Redbox rentals and a bottle of Barefoot from Walmart for "Date Night". You don't ever get to take that vacation you promised your children, or actually engage in an activity you like doing, nope. It's just cashing this check, slicing pieces of it up, and handing them to everyone else. That's your "freedom".

This is mine.

Ellis takes the check and rips it to pieces.

Ellis Graham: I can rip this check up. And the next one. I can take every DIME President Bartholomew H. Jeff VI hands me and burn it because unlike all of you, I have freedom. WE have freedom!

Ellis points at himself and quickly moves his pointer finger back and forth between himself and Evan a few times while the crowd boos at them.

Ellis Graham: So what do we do with our freedom? That's simple. Whatever the Hell we want. If we want to give local women a taste of the good life, then we will. If we want to throw other wrestlers off their game - like Matt Jenkins & Anderson Bunkley, who can't stop talking about me even though they have other opponents to worry about - then we will do that, too.

And IF WE WANT TO...we'll come out here and beat the living crap out of three wrestlers that you guys are dumb enough to root for. Why do you cheer for them? Simple. They're just like you. They NEED this so they can feed their kids and pay their rent. You love those guys - the Vontae Jones and Ron Spade types - but the ones of us that have all the money we need - guys like us, Aubrey J Parker, Terry Marvin - you want us to fail. You want us to feel the agony of defeat that you undertake EVERY DAMN DAY OF YOUR LIFE!

The crowd boos heavily as the translators pass along the message. Suddenly, Ellis smiles.

Ellis Graham: But the GOOD news is...there's nothing you can do. Your boos don't drain my bank account. Your boos don't send the women away. Your boos don't...do...ANYTHING!

And...THAT'S...what's real!

West: Another heart-warming speech from the self-proclaimed ‘Real Deal’.

Harris: He’s REAL, Shane, and he’s dealing in TRUTH!

West: What I know to be true is that THE TRUST could become a real force in the tag team division.

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. Elliot Von Wilderspin follows slowly behind him. Pepsi slides under the bottom rope and stands in the centre of the ring. He takes another swig of Pepsi then does a standing backflip. Von Wilderspin stands on the apron and claps. Billy then drops to his knees holds the Pepsi label out to the camera and flashes a pearly white toothy grin.

Paige: Their partner: from Happy Valley, Newfoundland; weighing 191lbs...BILLY PEPSI!!!

West: Last week Billy Pepsi made his much-anticipated return to the ring, defeating Roy Speede, albeit in somewhat controversial circumstances.

Harris: He’s a soft-drink guzzling doofus, but maybe there is more to the dork. Billy Pepsi showed he’s got a few brain cells with that inspirational win. Whoever thought a bottle of Pepsi would be so harmful?

West: Yeah, probably another reason to drink Coca-Cola.

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.

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.

Paige: Introducing their opponents: from Los Angeles, CA; weighing 240lbs...YANZEL HOLMES!!!

West: The former beat-cop has proven in his short APW career that he is more than a handful.

Harris: Is there a more deadly submission hold in the world of wrestling right now than the Kimura armlock? And Yanzel Holmes is as accomplished a practitioner as I’ve seen.

The lights go out in the arena. After several seconds, words written in a bright white begin flashing on the otherwise blackened out Jumbotron. With each fading word, a new word pops up on the screen.

CAN

YOU

HEAR

ME

NOW!?!

As the last word fades, all five words reappear on the jumbotron at once.

CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!?!

The lights slowly come back on as 'Hear Me Now' by Hollywood Undead begins to play through the speakers as Roy Speede steps out on stage. He crosses his arms in an X across his chest, with his right arm underneath his left, and his hands in his fists. He bows his head for several seconds, and his chin rests in the gap between his fists.

Paige: Introducing, from Richmond, Virginia, weighing 197lbs, Action Packed Wrestling's own Silver Lining, he is ROY SPEEEEDE!!

Roy drops his right arm, and raises his left arm in the air, with his pointer, middle, and pinky fingers extended, and his ring finger and thumb tucked into his palm. His palm is facing the crowd. He drops his arm, and begins jogging to ringside, high-fiving fans as he goes, before climbing onto the apron, and then climbing the outside of the turnbuckle. He raises his left arm, with the same fingers extended as when he was on stage. He leaps from the turnbuckle into the ring.

West: Speede will be bitterly disappointed that he couldn’t beat Billy Pepsi last week, so this is a great chance to return the favour.

Harris: I’m sure The Silver Lining would love to eliminate Pepsi in this match, but he has to remember there are four other men out there.

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: The former North American Champion is without a doubt the most seasoned and the most accomplished wrestler in this match.

Harris: He could be the difference here: his experience, his know-how; he knows how to win championships in APW. He’s the biggest scalp, but he may also be the biggest threat.

Six Man Elimination Tag
Warren Peace, Yanzel Holmes & Roy Speede vs Billy Pepsi, "The Real Deal" Ellis Graham & Evan McDonald

After some discussion on both sides the match opens with Pepsi and Speede. After a little bit of feeling each other out, they clinch with a collar-elbow tie-up. Pepsi takes Speede into a side headlock and twists the neck. Speede pushes Pepsi towards a corner, Pepsi runs up the turnbuckles and back flips over Speede landing safely on his feet. As needing to punctuate the moment, Pepsi then does a Bas Rutten-style jumping mid-air splits, holding a pose afterwards as if expecting some applause. Speede isn’t too impressed and runs Pepsi down with a clothesline. Speede tags in Yanzel Holmes.

West: Different tactics are required in these elimination tag team matches. It’s a last man standing wins for your team situation, so keeping everyone fresh is important from the get-go.

Harris: That’s right, Shane. You can’t over extend yourself because a couple of quick mistakes and your team-mates could find themselves in an unwanted handicap situation.

Holmes immediately displays his proficiency for striking, giving Pepsi a few jabs, then whipping him into the ropes and flooring him with a running back elbow. Holmes grabs Pepsi and nails him with a butterfly suplex. Pepsi arches his back on the impact, Evan McDonald and Ellis Graham are into the ring and start double-teaming Holmes. This in turn brings in Peace and Speede. Peace and Speede soon have the upper hand. Ellis Graham high tails it out of the ring, leaving Evan McDonald all alone to be double clotheslined over the top rope by Speede and Peace. There are cheers from the crowd, but the ref is less impressed, ordering Speede and Peace back to their corners. Holmes tags in an eager Roy Speede.

West: Roy Speede back into this match, no doubt with something of a point to prove against Billy Pepsi.

Harris: I’m sure The Silver Lining would love to score a pinfall over Billy Pepsi tonight, maybe even more than winning the match with his team.

Pepsi gets to his feet, Speede rebounds off the ropes and lands a diving cross body, hooking the legs and getting a two count before Pepsi kicks out. Speede lifts Pepsi and tries to take him into a full nelson, but Pepsi counters with a back elbow and a stomp to the foot, followed by a rake of the eyes. This gives Pepsi an opportunity to get some respite and tag in Ellis Graham. The Real Deal charges Speede and floors him with a chop block to the back of the knee. After one or two theatrics drawing some heat, Graham lifts Speede and gives him a few backhand chops to the chest. Graham whips Speede into the ropes and throws him down with a hip toss, following this up by lifting Speede’s right leg and slamming the knee down onto the mat. Speede cries out in pain and clutches his knee, but Ellis offers him no relief, quickly straightening the leg and land his signature Kneebreaker knee drop to the back of Speede’s knee. Ellis tags in Evan McDonald.

West: We’re seeing the team-work of The Trust here---- this latest tag team to form on Meltdown.

Harris: It’s an excellent blend. The intelligence and the technical prowess of Ellis Graham, combined with the strength and explosive power of Evan McDonald. Not mention they are probably the most handsome tag team on the roster.

Speede is crawling towards his corner, but Evan puts a stop to this, dragging Speede back to the centre of the ring and stomping hard on the injured knee. Speede rolls away clutching his knee, McDonald lifts Speede and delivers a stalled vertical suplex, then locks in an STF. Speede is locked in agony in the centre of the ring. His partners are encouraging and cheerleading from their corner, but Speede is all alone in that situation. Eventually though McDonald tires of the situation and breaks the hold. McDonald lifts Speede and whips him into a corner, following through with a running clothesline, then he tags in Billy Pepsi.

West: Billy Pepsi was begging for that tag from Evan McDonald. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so eager for action.

Harris: And why not, he’s got Roy Speede exactly where he wants him.

Pepsi gets into the ring and does some theatrics before charging from one corner to the other towards Speede. Pepsi lets fly through the air when within range, but Speede has it telegraphed all day long and moves out of the ring; Pepsi crashes onto the top turnbuckle, bounces out of the corner and is dropped with an Enziguri from Speede. There is a cheer from the crowd. Both men are down, but Speede is slowly crawling his way to his corner. Speede is just a few feet away, he’s about to make a tag....but Ellis Graham is into the ring and drags Roy Speede back to the centre of the ring. The ref is in to prevent an all-out brawl, rebuking Graham and sending him to the corner. While this is going on Evan McDonald drags Billy Pepsi to their corner and, when the ref has calmed things down, tags himself in.

West: The team of The Trust with Billy Pepsi have isolated Roy Speede, and he looks in trouble.

Harris: Speede needed that tag badly. That’s the intelligence of Ellis Graham shining through. He understood the importance of keeping Roy Speede under the hammer so to speak.

McDonald lifts Speede and gives him a European uppercut. McDonald whips Speede against the ropes and follows up with a big boot. McDonald grabs Speede and sets him up for a powerbomb. However, McDonald stalls to pose, kissing his own biceps and blowing unwanted kisses to women in the crowd. So when he lifts Speede, the Silver Lining is able to counter into a sunset flip roll-up....

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ELIMINATED: Evan McDonald

West: Fantastic reversal from Roy Speede and we’ve got our first elimination.

Harris: Somebody call for a recount! I’m positive Evan McDonald just got his shoulders up.

West: He’s out! The ref called it. He’s got to leave.

Harris: Wait a minute, what’s this?

West: I’m not sure, but Ellis Graham just handed the official something.

Indeed he did. It was a wad of crisp notes. But the ref takes one look at them and tosses them back in Ellis Graham’s face and threatens to disqualify him. Ellis is quick to be apologetic and skulk back to his corner, but Evan is refusing to budge. Roy Speede grabs Evan by the shoulder, but Evan pushes him off with a forearm smash, then gives Roy Speede Scottish Pride (Tiger Driver) in the middle of the ring. Now Evan leaves and the ref re-starts, as Ellis shouts from the apron ‘and that’s what’s real’. The crowd are jeering.

West: What a cheap shot from Evan McDonald. He had no business doing that.

Harris: Look at Billy Pepsi----- he’s sniffing an opportunity!

He is and Pepsi leaps off the top rope, landing the PEPSI MAX (450 Splash) onto Speede. Pepsi hooks the legs as Ellis runs in to distract Yanzel and Warren.

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ELIMINATED: Roy Speede

The crowd are livid at this development.

West: I don’t believe this! Billy Pepsi has just stolen another pinfall over Roy Speede.

Harris: Way to go Team Pepsi Trust...or is it The Real Pepsi?

Billy Pepsi is on his feet, celebrating like he’s just become the Undisputed and World Heavyweight Champions in the same moment. However, his celebrating is cut abruptly short by Warren Peace who clotheslines him down from behind. Peace hits the ropes and nails a rising Pepsi with a dropkick to the knee, then he lifts Pepsi and plants him with a DDT. Warren goes for a cover....


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Warren now tags in Yanzel Holmes, who rough houses Pepsi with his power striking, then gives Pepsi a big time German suplex, tagging Warren back into the match. The former North American champ climbs to the top rope and looks for a diving headbutt but Ellis drags Pepsi out of harm’s way and Warren slams into the mat.

West: Warren Peace went all out with that diving headbutt.

Harris: He was like a majestic eagle, crashing down to earth after being struck by a bullet.

Both men are down for a five count, but they break the count-out rising together. Pepsi is first on the offensive with a successful swinging neckbreaker. He looks for a cover, but Warren kicks out on two. Pepsi then looks for the Pepsi Perfect (Tornado DDT), but Warren counters and sends Pepsi into the corner where Yanzel is standing and delivers a hard right. Pepsi twirls away straight into a piledriver from Warren Peace. The cover is made...

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ELIMINATED: Billy Pepsi

West: We’re down to three now. Warren Peace and Yanzel Holmes against Ellis Graham.

Harris: You think either of these men would take a bribe?

West: Not on your life!

Warren is barely back on his feet when Ellis Graham starts attacking with forearm clubs to the back. But Peace counters with a back elbow, then floors Ellis with a forearm to the face. Peace rebounds off the ropes and lands a double knee drop onto Ellis. Peace lifts Ellis and drags him towards a corner, signalling for The Peacemaker (Second Rope Piledriver). Peace has Ellis set up, but The Real Deal counters with a back body drop. Ellis climbs to the top rope, looks for a diving elbow drop but gets nothing as Warren rolls away.

West: What little we’ve seen of Ellis Graham tells me he isn’t a flyer. He went outside his comfort zone there and he’s paid the price.

Harris: He’s fighting against the odds, like a street ruffian who makes it on Wall Street. Ellis strikes me as an ‘all-in’ sort of guy. He took a chance---- he’s a hero!

West: Right now he’s in a world of trouble because here comes Yanzel Holmes!

That’s right, Warren has made the tag and here comes Holmes. He fends Ellis off with a couple of jabs, then winds up for the big haymaker, but Ellis pulls the ref in front of him. Yanzel drops his fists, Ellis pushes the ref to one side and levels a kick right between the legs of Yanzel (behind the ref’s back). Ellis follows this up with the Dealbreaker (Spinebuster) and makes the cover...

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ELIMINATED: Yanzel Holmes

West: We’re down to the last two: Warren Peace & Ellis Graham.

Harris: Ellis Graham really is like Oliver Twist. He’s an American Hero!

West: That may be a stretch, but he has got an opportunity to make a huge statement right now if he can pin a former North American Champion.

Warren and Ellis circle each other in the ring, eventually coming together in a clinch. Ellis slips Warren into a side headlock, but Peace pushes Ellis off and floors him with a huge lariat. Warren makes a cover...

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Warren gets up and tries to lock in a figure four, but Ellis quickly rolls on his back and scurries towards the ropes, grabbing the bottom rope like a life-giving charm. Ellis gets to his feet, staying on the ropes. Warren complains to the ref to make him get on with it, Ellis runs at Warren and tackles him to the floor. There is a scuffle, which ends up with Warren rolling Ellis on his back and pounding him with mounted punches. Warren gets up, calling Ellis to his feet. The Real Deal obliges, Warren rebounds off the ropes looking for a running knee, but Ellis sidesteps it and counters with a side Russian legs sweep. The Real Deal is up early and tries to lock in Ellis Island (Texas Cloverleaf), but Warren kicks him off into the ropes. Warren is up quickly and lands a leg lariat bulldog on Ellis onto the top rope. The crowd start cheering as Warren climbs to the middle rope.

West: This hasn’t been a good match for high flying!

Harris: Warren needs to strike now and strike fast.

Warren looks for a double axe-handle smash from the middle rope, but Ellis counters by lifting a knee into Warren’s gut, then upends him and locks in Ellis Island. Warren starts crying, Ellis is shouting over and over ‘it’s real it’s real!’ The ref asks the question of Warren, but he shakes his head vigorously, making a desperate lunge and getting a hold of the bottom rope. The crowd pop wildly for this. Ellis holds the lock to a four-count, then releases and starts appealing to the referee. The distraction allows Warren to roll-up Ellis with a school boy...

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Both men are on their knees, trying to catch their breath. Ellis takes a chance and jabs a thumb into Warren’s eye---- the ref doesn’t see it. Warren clutches his face in pain, Ellis is quick to roll him up, making sure he’s got a firm hand on the top rope, and a fistful of tights...

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ELIMINATED: Warren Peace

Paige: The winners of this match....THE TRUST & BILLY PEPSI!!!

West: I don’t believe it! Ellis Graham has just committed daylight robbery.

Harris: He’s just pinned a former North American Champion---- show some respect.

“The Real Deal theme song” blasts from the PA as Ellis Graham makes a quick getaway from the ring. He’s soon joined on the ramp by Evan McDonald and Billy Pepsi, who raise their hands as a three. Billy hands his temporary team-mates a celebratory bottle of Pepsi soft drink. Ellis ushers over one of his cameramen, issuing a few words to his reality TV audience. The scene fades on this image, and we return to the back.

The show goes backstage where Hannah Storm has tracked down Michael Jennings in a hallway as he is readying himself for his North American Championship match against The Guv'Nor.

Storm: This is Hannah Storm and I've tracked down...

Michael stops and gets right in her face.

Jennings: What the hell are you doing putting a microphone in my face?!

This angry reaction actually for some odd reason draws a face pop.

Jennings: This is the kind of thing that's going to get someone's ass kicked, Storm. That's the bottom line about that. You media types are always walking around trying to get some scoop. Paparazzi like you make me sick but if you want a scoop here's one.

He grabs the camera with his left and brings it to his face before pointing at his right eye with his right hand.

Jennings: Look into my eyes. In these eyes you will see no soul, no emotion, no nothing. You are looking into the eyes of the next APW North American Champion but, the thing is, I don't want that belt...

He pauses for a moment before laughing psychotically and continuing.

Jennings: I just want to destroy your pride and dignity because that's more rewarding. Tonight your belt and your ass is mine, Guv'Nor. I respect you more than the rest of the scum that infests this locker but the bottom line is I go out there to maim whomever they put me in the ring with and you're the next victim. I'll see you in the ring, bruv. Looking forward to a match against the best there is on Sienna's Robina Hood and Chris Hart Egomaniac Power Hour show. Oh, and Ellis Graham, TRUST me, I haven't forgotten about you either. I'm coming for you again soon. You won't know when or where but the bottom line is I'm coming to kick your preppy ass and if your little boy toy Ronald McDonald gets in my way I'll send both your asses packing back to some rich snob infested shithole like the Hamptons where they belong. Guv'Nor, prepare for war. I'll see you in the ring.

He pushes Storm aside before storming off to more cheers over his rant against the rich snobs which for some reason has made him popular with the working class fans.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

The scene cuts backstage where Knoxville and Niobe as seen walking towards the parking lot. Knoxville has a beer in hand with Niobe's hand in the other. The two get closer and closer to the door as Hannah Storm cuts them off with a microphone in hand.

Storm: Wait a second! Niobe, Tommy... do you have a minute?

Knoxville: I guess, whatever.

Knoxville takes a drink from his beer as he walks towards the door and opens it to let a breeze of fresh air through the hall.

Storm: Last week you two sure did make quite an impact on Meltdown. I think it's pretty safe to say that this week was no different.

Knoxville: It is what it is. I carried Goochville from the start of that ride all the way to the end. If Gooch could have held up his end, this never would have happened and those titles would be around my waist and his.

Niobe: You got that right, baby.

Storm: The world never saw it coming when you turned your back on him. What exactly was going through your head at the moment?

Knoxville: I was pissed, couldn't you tell? I put my body on the line week in and week out just for Gooch to half step his ass in that ring? He made it clear where he stood after standin' side by side with those boys outside of the ring. I knew from that moment on I wouldn't be able to trust him. If he can break bread with the enemy, he's not the partner I want in my corner.

Storm: Things seem to be heating up between you and Jake Titan. Do you care to comment?

Knoxville: I thought I made myself pretty clear in the ring earlier tonight. This guy has been callin' me out ever since Gooch and I walked over them in the tag tournament. Him and his lil' buddy, Leon, could hardly fight me off when it was them two against me. I'm tired of the crap. I've given APW my life since I've come back and all I get in return is haters. Fuck 'em all. Jake can get a piece of me next week inthe ring if he wants. It doesn't matter where we meet, the outcome is goin' to be the same. You can line him up with the likes of Gooch, Robina Hood, Warren Peace and even The Guv'Nor. I'll chop them down, one by one to get back at the top of the food chain. Just because these last couple of weeks haven't went in my favor, don't count me out. NightmareVille, as what you all seem to call us now, is just kickin' things off. No one is safe!

Storm: Jason Kash and Reaver made it a point to come to ringside and avenge you after Niobe's victory over the Natural Born Killaz. Do you...

Knoxville: Hold it right there, sweetie. I didn't invite them to ringside. They took it upon themselves to come out and slap those boys around. It's pretty obvious, NBK ain't really makin' any friends around here either. What happened with Foul Play tonight, I'm just as surprised as the rest of you. Jake seems to think that Niobe and myself will become a playin' factor of Foul Play in a matter of weeks, pfft. Not happenin'. My chick right here and me, we're standin' on our own. It's us against the world and we ain't steppin' down from anybody...

Storm: Strong words from the new team making it's mark on Meltdown, NightmareVille

Niobe: Who said we're calling ourselves that anyway!

Knoxville: Calm down, babe. Lets get out of here and get back to the room and clean up. It's time to take this city by storm...

Knoxville holds the door open for Niobe as the two exit and leave Hannah standing there by herself. The scene then cuts back to ringside.

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 strobe 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 and dry ice smother the stage as the jungle music and MC kick into full flow.

Mi are di nuttah
Original madmah madmah mad nuttah

Out steps The Guv’nor, his arms aloft as he basks in the positive crowd reaction, though with a much more stern and angered look than usual. The Guv’nor watches on as he witnesses the frenzied dance orgy. The in-house crowd turn the event into a full on rave as The Guv’nor marches down to the ring, North American Championship in-hand.

Nicky Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Action Packed Wrestling NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIIIIIP! Introducing first, on his way to the ring, hailing from the East End of London, he weighs 228lbs... He is your current APW North American Champion, THE GUV’NOR!!!

The Guv’nor slides into the ring and tosses his shades into the crowd as he climbs the turnbuckles, tapping with his hand the ‘MADE IN HACKNEY’ legend on his t-shirt. He climbs down as the music fades, readying himself for his opponent, as he hands the gold to the referee.

West: As you can see-- the Guv'Nor is anything but pleased right now! He was scheduled to face Yarmouth, but SOMEHOW, some hooligans "found their way" into the arena and assaulted him, rendering Yarmouth unable to compete... And Yarmouth may be injured. However, as per stipulation specified by Sienna Harrison before the show, if Yarmouth can't compete, the Guv'Nor is to face the winner of our earlier number-one-contender's match...

"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 deep, mixed reaction.

Paige: And the challenger, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds... MICHAEL JENNNIIIIIIINGS!

Michael ignores the crowd and shows the fans yelling at him no respect. The crowd roars again, in mixed reactionas he enters the ring and locks eyes with the North American Champion. The music stops playing as Michael gets ready for a fight.

West: Jennings has been issuing threats to the Guv'Nor all night! He says he's different from people like Robina Hood and the Guv'Nor! He swears that tonight, he's taking away that North American Championship!

Harris: And I hope he does-- I'm sick of seeing the Guv'Nor run things his way on Meltdown!

West: Oh, please.

The referee displays the title over his head, showing everybody what the bout is about, and then signals for the bell.

Main Event - APW North American Championship
The Guv'Nor (c) vs Michael Jennings

The bell rings and for a moment, both men just stare at each other, but a clearly incensed Guv’Nor charges at Jennings and hits a knee to his gut before backing him into the corner, clubbing at him with hammerfists and forearms. Jennings covers up and is able to shove Guv’Nor out of the corner. He rushes Guv’Nor and hits him with fists to the ribs and chest. Guv’Nor falls to his knees and Jennings forces him up in a facelock and lifts him up as if for a Suplex, but to the surprise of many, drops him with the Falcon Arrow!

West: Impressive Falcon Arrow by Jennings, but he’s not even going for the cover!

Harris: He knows it’ll take more than that to put down the Guv’Nor!

Jennings motions for the Guv’Nor to get up, and despite holding his lower back in pain, Guv’Nor does, and is hit with a Snap Suplex. Guv’Nor groans and takes deep breaths as he pushes himself up, but is grabbed once more and nailed with a Gutwrench Suplex this time!

West: Jennings is the one that competed earlier, but you wouldn’t be able to tell that looking at the two men right now!

Harris: Haha, he’s just beatin’ on the champ.

West: Mentally, the champion is in a bad place. Yarmouth was attacked, and from what I gathered, he THINKS the Guv’Nor is responsible for it.

Harris: Well, for all we know, he could be! You know Jennings has that in the back of his mind, and he knows that he can’t trust the Guv’Nor-- he just knows he has to beat him.

Jennings kicks Guv’Nor in the gut as he climbs to his feet and goes for some sort of double-underhook, but Guv’Nor headbutts him to break it! Jennings is shocked and breaks his own hold, allowing Guv’Nor to stun him with a flurry of punches and then Irish Whip him into the turnbuckles! Guv’Nor lets out a loud, deep cry of rage before he sprints into the corner and hits an explosive shoulder thrust to the ribs! Jennings staggers out of the corner, clutching his ribs and hunching over. Guv’Nor hits the ropes before coming off with a leaping Knee-Drop Bulldog!

West: London Drop! And the cover!

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Jennings kicks out powerfully and fights Guv’Nor up to a vertical base, though Guv’Nor gains the upperhand with a knee to the sternum that sends Jennings upright and stumbling back into the ropes. Guv’Nor Irish Whips him, but Jennings reverses it and runs forward, taking Guv’Nor to the mat with a Clothesline as soon as he rebounds! Guv’Nor holds the back of his head in pain while Jennings is still favoring his ribs. He hoists Guv’Nor up and flattens him with a Spinebuster! Jennings flips his hair back and goes out to the top rope, ascending to the top turnbuckle, and perching... Waiting...

Harris: Guv’Nor’s up. Jennings had better hurry up and do something!

Jennings flies from the top and nails a Diving Double Axe Handle, right to the skull of the North American Champion, taking him to the ground!

Harris: Haha, and he connects!

West: And now Jennings is going out to the top again!

Jennings is back on the top turnbuckle, but this time rises to his feet and dives off for a Flying Elbow Drop, connecting with the heart of the North American Champion! The Guv’Nor sprawls out and goes limp on the mat!

West: Jennings with the cover-- new champion!

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The crowd roars as the Guv’Nor kicks out and sits up, his face red, and breathing heavily. Jennings immediately locks him in a Sleeper Hold and the Guv’Nor fights for the ropes, but Jennings brings him down to the mat, placing all of his weight on his neck and shoulders!

Harris: Jennings is basically choking the Guv’Nor out with two hundred and fifty-plus pounds right now! The Guv’Nor’s fading twice as fast as one normally would in a Sleeper!

Guv’Nor reaches out, but still, to no avail! He begins to fade, and his eyes begin to turn as red as his face. Jennings grins and motions for the referee to ask him. The North American Champion’s movements slow... And then eventually stop, and the referee hesitantly grabs his arm, lifting it in the air once... And it falls.

West: That’s one.

The referee repeats the process. He lifs the champion’s hand, and then lets it fall. It hits the canvas.

Harris: There’s two, baby!

The referee lifts the Guv’Nor’s hand up once more and Jennings grins. The ref lets go-- and the Guv’Nor grabs a hold of Jennings’ hair, pulling wildly!

West: And the Guv’Nor! He’s got his challenger by the hair!

Jennings grunts out in pain, but is eventually forced to loosen his grip, and he Guv’Nor brings him over with a Snapmare. He tries to beat Jennings to his feet, but Jennings sprints forward and hits a boot to the side of the head! The Guv’Nor is thrown from the ring, over the bottom rope and to the floor from the impact! The crowd has a mixed reaction toward Jennings and he is restrained by the referee as he tries to go out to ringside. The referee turns and instead begins to count Guv’Nor out.

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West: If they get counted out, Jennings doesn’t get his hands on that championship!

Harris: I think he’s aware...

At the count of “8!” Jennings rolls Guv’Nor in, and slides in right behind him. Jennings forces the North American Champion to his feet and positions him for a Suplex, but the Guv’Nor slips out with a closed fist to the gut. Jennings goes stiff, and the Guv’Nor nails a Sit-Out Jawbreaker! Jennings hits the ground, but as he gets to his feet, Guv hops up a fraction of a second later with a stomp to the midsection! He then positions Jennings for the Fisherman’s Suplex-- but Jennings pops out of it as Guv lifts him and lands to his side, blasting him with a forearm to the face! Guv’Nor reels and Jennings goes for the Clothesline-- but Guv’Nor ducks and sweeps his legs out from behind him with a kick to the back of the left knee! Jennings falls to a seated position, holding his knee in pain. Guv’Nor shoots the ropes and sprints back toward Jennings, sliding across the mat on his knees to hit a vicious elbow, square to the jaw of the challenger!

West: BLACK CAB SMASH!

Harris: Ahhh! Jennings is busted open!

West: Tyler Harrison felt something similar earlier-- and now Jennings feels it! And now, the North American Champion makes the cover, hooking both legs!

The crowd chants along, emphatically, as the referee’s hand slaps the mat.

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Harris: Woohoo! Somehow, Michael Jennings kicks out!

West: I’m impressed, and the Guv’Nor is enraged! Fueled by his anger toward the situation with Yarmouth, toward Sienna-- toward everything-- he’s up, and he’s stomping the hell out of Michael Jennings!

Harris: Stop him, ref!

The referee, after roughly five seconds, is able to force the Guv’Nor off of Jennings. Jennings crawls toward the ropes, but Guv breaks free of the ref and takes Jennings over the top rope and to the floor with a Cactus Clothesline! Both men lie on the ground and the Guv’Nor pushes himself up, leaning against the apron, screaming for Jennings to get up. Jennings slowly rises to his feet as the referee begins another “10” count. Guv goes for the Rolling Elbow, but Jennings ducks beneath him and hooks him for a Back Suplex, bringing Guv’Nor down, on the back of his head and neck onto the steel steps!

West: OH MY GOD!

Harris: Put a fork in this one.

Jennings looks down at the damage, and the referee’s concern causes him to stop his count at “4.” He exits the ring and looks down at the Guv’Nor, who is clearly bleeding from the back of his head, evident by two, thin trails that run down the back of his neck and down his back. The referee asks if the Guv’Nor can continue and the Guv’Nor responds by pushing him out of the way and going after Jennings with fists! Jennings is backed into the steel pole, groaning in pain, but fires back with a hard punch to the jaw! Guv falls back and Jennings hits a Spear, tackling him into the edge of the barricade! The Guv’Nor cries out in pain and the referee continues his count from where he left off as Jennings begins to stomp at the Guv’Nor who leans against the barricade!

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Jennings, realizing where the count is, turns and slides into the ring. He rolls back outside to break the count to the referee’s dismay, but to the joy of the crowd and charges the Guv’Nor, but the North American Champ jumps up and and nails a Savate Kick! Jennings falls back and the Guv’Nor yanks him to his feet by the hair, hitting him with two shots to the abdomen for good measure before sliding him into the ring. He covers Jennings!

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West: And suddenly, the Guv’Nor is back in control!

Harris: But we’ve seen how quickly that can change!

The Guv’Nor stalks Jennings, who groggily staggers back to his feet, and the Guv’Nor suddenly grabs him in a one-armed Chokehold before drilling him to the mat with an STO! The crowd roars as the Guv’Nor continues to choke the life out of Jennings until the referee is forced to start a five-count! Guv’Nor breaks at four and then covers Jennings, hooking the far leg, grapevining the near one!

West: Another secure cover by the champ, and this could do it!

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There is a pop as Jennings kicks out, though a majority of the crowd boos, still favoring the Guv’Nor. The Guv’Nor rises to his feet and leans against the ropes, glaring down at Jennings with frustration. Jennings climbs to his feet and Guv takes him down with a Clothesline, resting on his knees, looking down at his challenger as he considers his next move.

West: Michael Jennings has never lost a match on Monday Night Meltdown. If the Guv’Nor retains his championship tonight, he would be handing Jennings his first loss. However, Guv’Nor has never been pinned or forced to submit. His only loss is a self-inflicted count-out loss to Yarmouth last Monday night! Something has got to give!

Suddenly, the crowd boos loudly.

Harris: Look!

West: ...Come the hell on...

Sienna Harrison makes her way down the ramp with Robina Hood at her side. The two speak to each other quietly as they saunter down to ringside. The arena is near-deafening in its boos. The Guv’Nor is already murmuring to himself in pure anger, red-faced as he makes his way over toward the ropes to exit the ring-- but Jennings captures him and pulls him down to the mat with a Schoolboy!

Harris: Caught him!

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West: He kicked out! The Guv’Nor kicked out!

Guv pops up to his feet, but Michael Jennings is already waiting and he hits the Guv’Nor with a T-Bone Suplex! The Guv’Nor slides out of the ring from the impact, right at the feet of Robina Hood and Sienna. The two stare down at him, but they back away from each other as the referee approaches the ropes. The Guv’Nor uses the apron to pull himself up, but Jennings grabs him and forces him up, and into the ring with a Brainbuster! Sienna and Robina watch silently from the outside, indistinguishable expressions on their faces. The Guv’Nor crawls toward the ropes but Jennings forces him to his feet-- and Guv’Nor responds with a hard slap right to the jaw! The crowd roars for it and Jennings reels. The Guv’Nor hits the ropes, as both Robina and Sienna stand close to the apron-- and he comes back, going for a Clothesline, but the bloodied Jennings counters with a Sidewalk Slam, and transitions into the Anaconda Vise!

Harris: ANACONDA VISE!

West: Oh man! The Guv’Nor’s caught! And he’s right in the middle of the ring!

The Guv’Nor tries his best to crawl toward the ropes, and a tiny trail of blood is visible on the mat, courtesy of the gash on the back of Guv’Nor’s head. Jennings yells out as he wrenches the hold! The Guv’Nor’s head is at a near-unbearable angle, bleeding across Jennings’ arm, but he continues to crawl!

West: The Guv’Nor is gonna have to tap! He’s taken so much damage already!

Harris: He’s crawling right toward Sienna!

Sienna smiles at the Guv’Nor as he crawls toward the ropes right in front of her. She places her hand on the ropes and he reaches for them. The referee warns Sienna to stay back, but she doesn’t budge. The Guv’Nor crawls closer, growing six inches away... five... four... And Jennings pulls back harder on the Anaconda Vise and twists the Guv’Nor’s neck in an even stranger angle for a few seconds, causing the champion to howl out in agony!

West: He’s so close, but that hold is unbearable!

Harris: Jennings has that Anaconda Vise locked in like a champ! It’s been at least thirty-five seconds. Just tap, Guv!

Sienna places both hands on the rope and looks at Guv’Nor as he inches closer, falling two inches short... then one inch short... And then he finally reaches out, grabbing Sienna’s right hand, which is on the rope. Sienna smirks into his eyes and the referee motions for Jennings to let go, but is forced to start a five-count, which Jennings breaks at three, ripping Guv’Nor away from the ropes and hooking his legs for a pin!

West: Our GM is playing mindgames, but Jennings has the upperhand!

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The Guv’Nor kicks out and the still-bloodied Jennings yells out in frustration. He pulls himself to his feet and hits Guv with a Scoop Slam before he goes out to the apron and ascends to the top rope once again-- but Guv’Nor is quick to hop to his feet and run to the ropes, causing Jennings to lose his balance and straddle himself! Jennings yells out in agony as he falls down across the post and Guv’Nor ascends to the middle rope, hitting Jennings with forearms before he finally positions himself on the top and nails a Half-Nelson Superplex! The crowd roars as both men lie motionless in the center of the ring. Robina and Sienna watch, curiously, from opposite sides of the ring. The referee counts both men out, since neither is moving, and the crowd counts along.

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West: How does somebody kick out of that?!

Harris: A Half Nelson Superplex, and the man is still coming for the championship! And how CONFLICTED does Sienna look? She hates both of these guys!

Sienna watches with mere curiosity, but the camera pans away from her and back to Guv’Nor as he pulls Jennings up, but Jennings shifts the Guv’Nor up onto his shoulders and delivers a Death Valley Driver! The Guv’Nor arches his back in pain, and shakily tries to climb to his feet. Michael Jennings grabs him by the arm and pulls him close, grounding him with a Short-Arm Lariat! He drops down and once again, goes to lock the Guv’Nor in the Anaconda Vise!

West: Jennings is going for it again!

The Guv’Nor does his best to block the Anaconda Vise, bringing an arm up to prevent Jennings from locking in the choke. He brings his knee up, hitting Jennings in the head! Jennings spits out some of the blood that has flowed freely into his mouth from his nose, nearly shattered by the Guv’Nor, but he still tries to lock in the Anaconda Vise-- however, Guv’Nor hits another knee to the skull and breaks free! Jennings rolls away and to his feet, matching the Guv’Nor in speed. Guv’Nor charges Jennings, but Jennings ducks, and hits a European Uppercut, going for his version of the Cutter--

Harris: EMPIRE FALLS TO THE GUV’NOR!

However, Guv’Nor shoves him forward into the turnbuckles! Jennings stumbles back, clutching his ribs, and Guv’Nor spins him around, capturing him in a front facelock and delivers the Spinning Facecrusher-Neckbreaker hybrid, the Gator Roll that he refers to as the Gypsy Kiss!

West: GYPSY KISS TO JENNINGS!

Guv’Nor hooks Jennings’ far leg and covers him, glaring at Sienna and Robina as he does so. The referee makes the count!

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The bell rings and the crowd roars as the Guv’Nor rolls to his knees and is helped to his feet by the referee, “Original Nuttah” hitting the PA system, however, the referee is pushed away... And Robina Hood lifts the Guv’Nor’s hand instead, handing him the North American Championship, while Sienna applauds on the outside, holding a microphone.

Sienna: Ladies and gentlemen... Here’s your winner and still the APW North American Champion... Hah... The Guv’Nor.

Sienna gently places the microphone down on the mat and Robina continues to look down at the belt as she and the Guv’Nor hold it, with the Guv’Nor finally ripping it out of her grasp. Sienna looks down at the fallen Michael Jennings and steps past him, to the outside. Robina, however, stares down at Jennings with a smirk as Jennings struggles to get up-- but she, too, exits after a few seconds.

West: Well, Sienna got her wish. Jennings isn’t the champion. Yarmouth isn’t the champion. But unfortunately for HER, the Guv’Nor still is. These fans love the man though!

Harris: But the list of people in the back that do? That’s growing smaller every single day.

The scene fades to black as the Guv’Nor sits on the apron, glancing over his shoulder at Jennings who is in a seated position in the corner, checking his wounds, and then glances up the ramp at Sienna and Robina as they both blow him a sarcastic kiss-- similar to the week prior-- and then disappear into the back.

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