Overdrive April 25th 2013

[T-Marv]

Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen! We are just twenty-four days away from APW Mayhem, one of my favorite nights of the year! EVERYBODY will be looking to show that they're a main player in the new season of Action Packed Wr--

Harvey is interrupted as the lights dim and music hits.

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

Multi-colored lights dance all across the arena as the opening riffs of "Helter Skelter" blast through the PA system. Seconds later, the crowd boos as the attractive, young, petite blonde that the world has come to know as Jenny Knite emerges from the back with a microphone in one hand and the Overdrive Championship-- aka "Lady Overdrive"-- in the other.

Jenny Knite: Ladies and gentlemen... Please welcome, the KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING OF OVERDRIIIIIIIIIIVE... EVAN ENVIIIII!

Caracas, Venezuela boos despite Jenny Knite's joy. She applauds Evan Envi as he emerges from the back, dressed in a shirt which reads "REAL WRESTLING" on the front, with ghostly images of grappling figures encompassing the front of the shirt. He looks out into the booing legions of fans with a smirk.

Chase: Well, this is a welcome surprise!

Harvey: It's a surprise, for sure.

Jenny Knite holds "Lady Overdrive" up toward Evan, and he symiles faintl, kissing the face of the Overdrive Championship before gently taking it from Jenny and placing it over his shoulder, marching down to the ring with her just a few steps behind. As Evan saunters down to the ring, it's evident that he's upset about something.

Chase: He had a big week last week. I don't see why you're not standing up, applauding!

Harvey: Maybe because I--

Chase: *Applauding!*

Harvey: Ugh.

Evan Envi sits on the middle rope, allowing Jenny Knite entrance into the ring before he steps into the ring himself, allowing his music to fade as he raises a microphone to his lips. He allows the crowd to die down-- which takes upwards of twenty seconds-- before he speaks.

Evan: ...I know a lot of you people aren't going to understand half the words that are coming out of my mouth, but I want to make something perfectly clear to you all right now.

Evan leans against the rope and glares into the main camera.

Evan: I was in no way, shape, or form involved with the attack against Buckson Gooch at the hands of Nightmareville on Meltdown two weeks ago. I was in no way involved with the attempted attack on Buckson Gooch on Overdrive last week. EVAN ENVI IS AN INNOCENT MAN...

Envi pauses, his mouth still open slightly as he begins to listen to the audience.

"YOU'RE A LI-AR!"

"YOU'RE A LI-AR!"

"YOU'RE A LI-AR!"

Envi arches an eyebrow.

Evan: Coherent sentences in an actual language. I'm legitimately impressed. Let me give YOU a standing ovation, Venezuela.

Evan bends down to drop the microphone and then applauds the Venezuelan crowd mockingly, and obnoxiously. The boos simply intensify as Jenny Knite joins him in the applause with a broad smile. Evan turns and hands her the Overdrive Championship before he bends down and picks up the microphone again.

Evan: And let me be the first to publicly tell you all, I am a HUGE Buckson Gooch fan. That's one of the reasons I chose Buckson Gooch-- a bright, shining star in APW-- to be my opponent at Mayhem. He represents something that a lot of guys in the back just don't: Real wrestling.

He's the man that I was destined to wrestle a classic with. I don't want anything to interfere with that. By God as my witness, I will not allow ANYTHING to prevent this match from happening!

There's a loud, but mixed reaction at Envi's proclamation.

Evan: But we can't talk about Mayhem just yet... No... The Man has placed one more hurdle in my path-- and her name is Amy Zing.

There's a deep roar for the current #1 contender for the Overdrive Championship. Evan reaches into the back pocket of his jeans and retrieves a rolled up magazine. The camera pans in, and reveals it as an issue of Playboy Magazine from 2011-- featuring Amy Zing on the cover.

Chase: Hey, I have that issue!

Harvey: Evan had better remember what this show is rated, and quickly.

There are a few whistles throughout the crowd and Evan holds the magazine, conveniently out of the camera's field of vision as he opens it, flipping through the pages. Jenny looks over his shoulder, grimacing as she views the contents.

Evan: Y'know-- when I brought this issue, I did it out of spite. I thought that it would be funny to show all the guys in the locker room how much of a loser Amy Zing was when I made it to a new place, and I made a name for myself, and I wasn't associated with people like this... People that can't get things done in that ring, so they resort to desperate tactics to remain relevant.

In Amy Zing's case, the tactic was taking off her clothes for the general public to see.

And yeah-- she's been harassed for it before. She's been judged. She's been ridiculed. On OCCASION, she's even been praised for it. However, I'm not here to critique Amy's photogenic qualities. I'm not gonna drag Amy's name through the mud just because she's put her desperation on display.

...But this is proof.

Closing the magazine, Evan holds it above his head.

Evan: You don't have to be a REAL WRESTLER to get a contract in this business. Hell-- even in this company, apparently. Only in APW can you find class acts like Bulk Rogaine, "The Lusty Lesbian" Terra Bryant, and Kevin Dahlia... And the latter only shows up once every six months to smoke all our weed and then bail again. Sup, Kev?

There is a mild pop at the mention of the former APW "Megastars" but Evan shrugs it off.

Evan: I am here to SAVE. REAL. WRESTLING! First, I'll eradicate Amy Zing-- and I'll do it for all of you.

And then...

Evan pauses, holding the mic in his hands for a few moments and smirks.

Evan: And then the rest. I already beat the Xtreme and World Heavyweight Champions at the same time last week, but do you think I'll see a World Title shot in my future? Do you think Callahan or Smith are going to acknowledge my feat?

Nooooooooooo, no, no, no. You put me in the ring against the World Heavyweight Champion, and things get a little too real.

So I will work my way through each and every fraud on this roster until I have established... That there is no one... No one... Greater... Than royalty...

Evan looks off into the distance with a stern expression for a few moments before he speaks again.

Evan: Yo soy el rey... I'm the King, bitches.

The crowd boos Evan, loudly and he stands there, basking in their "adulation" for a moment.

Evan: Now let me introduce you to the Pope...

The Avengers Theme” by Alan Silvestri begins and a nuclear explosion is heard going off, accompanied by heavenly angel singing, as the curtain parts slowly and Pope Delikado XXX rides out onto the stage on his valiant, trusted white stallion, First Lieutenant Daleatucuerpoalegriamacarena. The crowd gives a mix of cheers and boos, to which Pope Delikado slowly rides down the ramp, giving Pope-like waves and cupping his hands in occasional prayer to the Wrestling Gods.

Chase: You know, Harvey, they say that Delikado’s horse, First Lieutenant Daleatucuerpoalegriamacarena, served in the Gulf War.

Harvey: Oh REALLY…?

Chase: Yeah. Apparently he destroyed an entire battalion of Iraqis…BY HIMSELF! Talk about a bodyguard, huh?? And he’s just a horse!

Reaching the ring, Pope Delikado climbs off his stallion and humbly kneels before it, saying a prayer, before he returns to his feet and addresses the crowd personally with kisses on the lips to the attractive women, pats on the head to the children, and a ‘Sup?’ head nod to everyone else. He ascends the stairs and enters the ring; once inside he stares out to the crowd, giving them his “blessing” with more random hand gestures. He now takes the microphone that Evan hands to him with a good-humored bow and grin.

Pope Delikado XXX: What is a pontiff without his sovereign? Evan, good sir of Goodness, you speak only truth…

He puts a firm, friendly hand on Evan’s shoulder, then frowns as he turns his head toward the nearest camera.

Pope Delikado XXX: UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE!!! Callahan, present gripper of the World Heavyweight Championship: we thought you’d do better after last week’s escapade, but it appears by your lacking of coming forth to confess your evils that you have learned NOTHING and are still very much under the pull of the Wrestling Devil! Well, sir, know that ancient tradition calls for such blasphemy to be met with a smack to the face…and then we set you on fire!

With a smooth flick of the wrist, the Cuban Pope slips a lighter from his sleeve and brings it to life, holding the tiny flame to the camera. The lights steadily grow dimmer as he speaks.

Pope Delikado XXX: They’d call us Hellboy if we weren’t doing the Wrestling Gods’ work and weren’t a man of wealth and taste. You’re inviting a horrible smear campaign with your action of inaction and your hostility of that title belt, Callahan, and just know that the Westboro Baptist Church has CRAP on the Action Pope Wrestling Church that’s going to come to fruition once Mayhem’s come and gone with us liberating that holiest of belts. We don’t wish to see you cry with how offensive some of our signs will be, Callahan, but you just need to know it’s not personal, it’s just how good the Wrestling Gods made us. So cook up a list of stuff you’re ashamed for and join us at the Council where you can say your piece and HOPEFULLY be absolved of all the evils you’ve done before you secure a place in Wrestling Development Hell. That goes DOUBLE for you, L-1…we know the Sindicate is…..HOLY SHIT, Sin…dicate…SINDICATE! I just got it! Did you know that, Envi bro??

Evan: Uhhhh….yeah….

Pope Delikado XXX: Ahh, course ya did, you cool smart guy you. Anyhow, listen to our words and mark them down in your agendas, boys, or we shall be forced to send…

The camera zooms in on the Cuban Pope’s eyes as they narrow dangerously.

Pope Delikado XXX: First Lieutenant Daleatucuerpoalegriamacarena after you.

A very quiet, eerie whistle passes in the background as the camera switches to the emotionless face of Delikado's horse, before the camera pulls back, the lights turn back on, and Delikado smiles in a friendly manner.

Pope Delikado XXX: Alrighty, let’s get some flip flopping wrestling going on in this biz-nitch! Gooch, you ol loveable fat guy you, get out here!

The camera cuts away from Delikado and Envi and instead, focuses on Nicky Paige, who raises the microphone to her lips.

Paige: Introducing "The Pope" Delikado's opponent...

The twangy strums of "Four Rusted Horses" starts and Buckson Gooch walks out, he looks around and soaks in the cheers. He lifts his large right arm and points from the high left to the high right. He pops his neck and glares at the ring.

Paige: From Possumgrape, Arkansas, weighing in at three hundred and forty-five pounds... BUCKSON GOOOOCH!

He walks to the ring without taking his eyes off of the ring. Gooch slides under the bottom rope and sits in the corner. He wipes his nose with his bare arm and grabs the top rope and pulls himself up. He snarls his nose, uses his finger and clogs his left nostril and fires a snot rocket to ringside...and then does the same with his left. He twists and pops his back...same serious look on his face...and he is ready for war, even as he looks across at his opponent, Delikado, and at Evan Envi, who smirks at Gooch for a moment before nodding to Jenny Knite, who holds up the Overdrive Championship.

Harvey: At Mayhem, that's what it's all about for Buckson Gooch. THAT will be his claim to fame.

Chase: I think knocking off a World Title contender would do the trick too... Eh?

The bell rings as Evan Envi and Jenny Knite make their way over to the commentary table.

Delikado vs Buckson Gooch

Harvey: And we’re underway!

Chase: And we’re being joined right now by the KING of Overdrive himself, Evan Envi! Welcome to the table, Evan!

Evan: Yo.

Harvey: Who’s your money on in this match? Your Mayhem opponent, Buckson Gooch, or your tag team partner-- one of the two number-one contenders to the World Heavyweight Championship, Delikado?

Evan: Well-- if he’s one of two number-one contenders, doesn’t that make them both number-two contenders?

Delikado and Buckson Gooch tease a lock-up, but Delikado slides under Gooch’s arms and slaps him in the back of the head-- but when Gooch turns around to confront him for the action, Delikado holds up both hands, laughing breathlessly, trying to placate Gooch. Gooch looks understanding and nods-- but Delikado jumps up and nails him with an Enziguiri a moment later! Gooch falls to one knee and Delikado nails him with a Dropkick! Gooch reels, but still doesn’t fall! Delikado glares up at him for a moment and then shoots the ropes, coming back for a Spinning Heel Kick-- but Gooch captures him and launches him through the air, into the turnbuckles with a modified version of a Pumphandle Suplex!

Harvey: DELIKADO HAS BEEN LAUNCHED! Evan, you’ll have to deal with moves like that in three weeks at Mayhem. How do you feel after seeing that?

Evan: That’s scary power, Harv. Envikado has uh... Had their eye on Gooch for a while. We see big things from him. You always have to be on your guard in the ring with this guy, eh?

Chase: And now the big man’s back on the offensive!

Delikado has pulled himself up in the corner but Gooch charges him and squashes him in the turnbuckle corner with a running Turnbuckle Clothesline. Delikado groans and stumbles out of the corner, into a Sidewalk Slam from the Possumgrape Sasquatch! Gooch drags Delikado to the corner and ascends to the second rope to a pop from the crowd. He goes for the Vader Bomb-- but Delikado rolls into the corner, avoiding Gooch by mere centimeters! Gooch clutches his ribs in pain and climbs up to one foot and one knee, but Delikado charges him and nails him with the X-Factor Facebuster! Gooch is driven face-first into the canvas and bounces onto his back from the impact! Delikado makes the cover, hooking the near leg!

Harvey: This could be it!

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TH... With authority, Gooch shoves Delikado about four feet into the air and off of him! Delikado lands on his back and groans from the throw, climbing to his feet, groggily, reaching a vertical base about a second after Buckson Gooch-- who charges him and takes him to the mat with a Running Shoulder Block!

Evan: Good Lord.

Harvey: Delikado’s turned inside-out! And now Buckson Gooch is feelin’ it!

Chase: Get up, Deli! Get up!

Evan: Right?

Delikado climbs up-- into the awaiting arms of Buckson Gooch who forces him into a standing headscissors and grins around at the roaring Venezuelan audience before hoisting Delikado up and onto his shoulders! Delikado fires away at Gooch’s skull with forearms, but Gooch drills Delikado to the mat with a Powerbomb! The ring quivers from the impact and the Cuban arches his back in agony before Gooch dives over him, shooting the half for the cover! The referee slides into position!

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TH-- Kickout!

Chase: That was close!

Evan: Hm. Did it seem like the ref was counting a little fast to you?

Buckson Gooch lifts Delikado up to his feet and Irish Whips him across the ring. As Delikado rebounds, Gooch is hunched over, ready for a Back Body Drop, but Delikado delivers a vicious kick to his sternum instead! Gooch clutches his chest as he’s forced to stand upright and Delikado takes a few steps back-- and goes for the Last Call to Cuba!

...But Gooch blocks the Super Kick attempt with both powerful hands and trips Delikado, grabbing both of his legs and hooking them under his arms, attempting to turn him for the Boston Crab!

Harvey: And if he gets him turned over, this one might be done! I don’t see how Delikado can escape from a three hundred and fifty-pound Boston Crab!

The crowd has erupted into a frenzy as Delikado fights wildly, throwing himself as close to the ropes as he possibly can-- but he fails to escape in time as Buckson Gooch turns the smaller man over and locks him in a Boston Crab! Delikado literally shrieks in agony, but he is able to haul himself and the big man to the ropes and Delikado throws himself over the bottom rope! Gooch releases the hold, dropping Deli’s legs at the referee’s count of one and backs away from Delikado, waiting for him to climb to his feet. Delikado turns as Gooch strides toward him, and delivers a lightning-fast European Uppercut to his jaw! Gooch’s head jerks backward from the impact and Delikado hops onto his shoulders before twisting to nail a Release Hurricanrana! Gooch is flipped onto the canvas and Delikado rolls to the center of the ring, pushing himself to his knees, breathing heavily.

Harvey: And now Delikado is looking to turn these odds in his favor!

Chase: Well, he’s got to soon! Gooch has been making him look the fool for the last few minutes!

Evan: Calm down-- both of you. This is all a part of Deli’s gameplan. Haven’t you ever seen Rocky? Jeez.

Delikado charges Buckson Gooch and blasts him with a Running Front Dropkick that knocks him into the ropes. Delikado then leaps up, grabbing Gooch by the shoulders and pulling the large man down on top of him, rib-first onto his knees hitting a modified Double Knee Gutbuster! Gooch rolls to his knees in pain and Delikado measures him once more, murmuring under his breath before he steps out of the ring, to the apron. He waits, impatiently, for Gooch to get to his feet.

Harvey: Now might be a good time for Gooch to turn around!

As if on cue, Buckson Gooch groggily turns around as Delikado launches himself up to the top rope and leaps off, nailing a Springboard Lariat! Buckson Gooch is drilled to the mat and Delikado hooks his far leg for the cover!

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Kickout! Delikado climbs back to his feet again and glares at Buckson Gooch, though it’s obvious that he’s trying to force a smile, quickly applauding his larger friend. Gooch is slow climbing to his feet and Delikado rushes him, going for a Side Effect, but Gooch easily uses one of his trunk-like arms to swing and catch Delikado with a clubbing blow to the temple! Delikado reels and Gooch shoots the ropes before coming back with a Clothesline that turns Delikado inside-out! The crowd roars as the Cuban wrestler spirals through the air, landing on the back of his head and neck from the impact.

Harvey: WHAT A SHOT! DID YOU SEE THAT, EVAN?!

Evan: ...

Chase: He’s going for the cover, ahhhh!

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THRRRRRE- No!

The crowd releases a collective sigh as Delikado’s shoulder shoots off the canvas. Buckson Gooch looks surprised at the kickout, but not discouraged. He signals for the end of the match to the audience and as Delikado reaches his feet, Gooch goes for his take on a Mule Kick, the Razorback Scrambler-- but Delikado is able to duck out of harm’s way and throw his foot at Gooch for the...

Evan: There!

Chase: Last Call to Cuba!

Buckson Gooch sways backward and avoids Delikado’s foot by fractions of an inch. Delikado’s eyes widen and he charges Gooch, but he’s flattened with a Powerslam! Delikado clutches the ropes as he breathes, heavily in pain. Gooch pulls him away from the ropes and sets Delikado up for a Fisherman’s Suplex, but Delikado drops down to a seated position and hits a Drop Toehold that sends Gooch throat-first over the middle rope! Delikado gets a sprinting start and comes back, leaping over the top rope and coming down with a Leg Drop across the back of Gooch’s neck! Gooch bounces back, rebounding into the ring from the maneuver, clutching his throat in pain.

Harvey: Well, that wasn’t very sportsmanlike...

Evan: No, but it’s moves like that, that put down World Champions, don’tchaknow.

Delikado ascends to the top turnbuckle, but the crowd is roaring-- with the reaction seeming vastly out of place.

Harvey: What’s--?

Evan: Uh-oh.

The camera focuses on World Heavyweight Champion, Michael Callahan as he strolls through the audience, down the stairs, with a familiar baseball bat resting across his left shoulder. He wears a cap on his head, tossing it aside, into the audience as he approaches the barricade. Delikado catches a glimpse of Callahan, who simply stares at him from the other side of the apron. The audience is on their feet in anticipation!

Harvey: Michael Callahan is here! Michael Callahan, scheduled to face CJ Gates later this evening, is here right now!

Chase: This isn’t fair! This isn’t his match!

Harvey: He’s here for retribution! Delikado and Level One screwed Callahan out of his match last week. Why not even the odds?

Without wasting another second, Callahan hops the barricade and rushes the ring. Delikado leaps from the top turnbuckle, however, left with few options and takes Callahan down with a Flying Cross Body to the outside-- but doesn’t get all of it. Callahan is up to his feet seconds later, along with Delikado, and lifts his baseball bat, “Martinez” up again before swinging it hard into Delikado’s ribcage! The crowd roars as Delikado tries to move away from the attack!

Harvey: At the risk of sounding like I care-- Envi, that’s your partner! Aren’t you gonna do something?!

Evan: In a second.

The crowd roars louder as Buckson Gooch slides out of the ring and tries to grab the bat from Callahan as he prepares to swing on Delikado again-- but Callahan jabs the butt of the bat into Gooch’s face! Gooch hits the ground and Callahan turns, driving it into Delikado’s back as Delikado climbs up! The referee has no choice but to call for the bell!

No Contest

The crowd boos the decision-- and they boo louder as the camera pans to the ramp, showing Level One striding down to the ring with a curious look on his face. Buckson Gooch is seated against the steel steps, tending to the re-opened wounds on his head. Callahan, with an enraged look on his eye, is stalking Delikado, who is crawling toward the ring apron on the adjacent side.

Harvey: Where are you going?!

Evan Envi has joined Jenny Knite, arm-in-arm, and marches past Buckson Gooch, slyly past the battling World Title contenders and marches up the ramp to a chorus of boos from the crowd.

Chase: Things are hectic out here for Evan! He doesn’t want any part of it!

Level One records the entire spectacle from his camcorder, focusing on the bloodied Gooch before setting his sights on Callahan, who raises his bat in the air.

Harvey: Level One!

Level One charges Callahan and drives the camcorder into the back of his head! Callahan collapses on top of Delikado. Delikado pulls himself to his feet using the apron and Level One charges at him as well-- but Delikado shoots his leg out for the Last Call to Cuba!

...Connecting with the camcorder! It sails from Level One’s hands and bounces across the floor. Delikado tries for the kick again, but Level One is able to maneuver himself out of the way, jogging slightly toward the ramp, scooping up his camera on the way. He turns and points a finger at Delikado, smiling broadly, as he backs up the ramp, slowly.

Harvey: Level One has just leveled our World Champion-- and he escapes by the skin of his teeth!

Delikado motions for Gooch to get up as Level One disappears into the back and Callahan begins to pull himself back to his feet on the other side of the ring, clutching the back of his head, shooting a glance up at the top of the ramp.

Chase: Gooch looks like he came out on the totally wrong end of that.

Two referees tend to the re-opened stitching on Gooch’s forehead as we cut away from the scene.

[T-Marv]

We come back from commercial to a rather rowdy crowd, ready to get things back underway. ‘Cult of Personality’ hits on the PA system, and the crowd jumps to their feet. Some boo, some cheer, but none are left speechless. Nathaniel Havok steps out from behind the curtain, with Cole Turner in toe. The two make their way to the ring, as Nathaniel grabs a microphone and his music cuts off.

Havok: You know… I was sitting in the back, yet again wondering why Nathaniel Havok was being passed over for a match this Overdrive, and then all the sudden, it hit me! I decided to take it upon myself to inform the producers of this show, that after the break, I wanted to come out here and address all of you… You know, the fans. The people that make this all possible.

The fans who understand Nathaniel’s English (in a predominantly Spanish-speaking country), all begin cheering.

Havok: Much to my surprise, I was informed that Nathaniel Havok has a very limited time to speak. Why? Because the show must go on. You know, the show… The one that showcases lackluster talents and continued recycling of storylines that have been overplayed since 1996.

Those same fans now boo, sharing their pain with the Enforcer of Sorrow.

Havok: With all of this in mind, I couldn’t help but think back to getting that call from a specific “Road Agent” in this company, begging me to come back to Overdrive. You know, Overdrive… The same show that Jeff said I would never be a part of again. The same show that I OWNED for the better part of 2011, and the start of 2012! The show that has went entirely downhill since my exit in April of 2012!

THEN, I started thinking back to the fact that I wasn’t even booked on the first card of my return! I spend the better part of a year away from this show, and they don’t even book me on the first card after RassleMania!?!? I mean, you think that’s where the messing up would stop, but no, that’s just the beginning.

Nathaniel begins chuckling to himself, looking back at Cole, who chuckles along-side him.

Havok: My second week back on Overdrive, and I was ecstatic to find out that I was going to re-debut! I couldn’t wait to get back into an Overdrive ring, and I had plans all along of making a statement, as if I hadn’t made a statement on commentary the week before. THEN… I found out that I was facing… LEGION!?!? A jobber who couldn’t even hang with a poor man’s “Cool Running’s”? So what, right? I shrugged it off, beat his ass, and moved on.

Stay with me, as we move on to week three. A week where Alexander Duvall decides to “shake things up”, allowing the fans to “vote” for who they wanted to see. I can tell you all right now, that the fans didn’t get what they wanted. I mean, Level-One takes on GOOCH!?!? I mean no offense whatsoever to Gooch… But how long has the APW fanbase waited for a one-on-one match between Level-One and Nathaniel Havok? Truth is, you’ve been waiting on that match since I debuted!

If Duvall would have respectfully come up to me and explained that I wasn’t going to win, because a Havok/Level-One match would create buyrates through the roof, I would have been fine with it. But the fact that I was completely ignored and left off the show AGAIN, really rubbed me the wrong way. Not only is it a slap in the face to this show, but it’s a blatant slap in the face of Nathaniel Havok, coming from Alexander Duvall, because I blackmailed his ass a few months back on Meltdown!

That would bring us to this week, week four since my return to the show. Low-and-behold… WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!?!? NATHANIEL HAVOK IS YET AGAIN PASSED OVER!

The fans begin to boo again in unison.

Havok: I made my intentions clear the night that I returned to Overdrive. And for the past few weeks, Alexander Duvall has decided to silence Nathaniel Havok, and for what? So the name of the Hardcore Kid can live on at Jeff’s request? So Nathaniel Havok’s claims of being the best Xtreme Champion in the history of this company, can go unnoticed? If not for these two things, then for what?

I’m done waiting. I’ve played the nice guy for the better part of a month, hoping to turn over a new leaf here in APW, and on Overdrive. It seems as if my efforts have gotten me nowhere. Nothing but passed over, and overlooked by APW and its overpaid group of idiots that they like to refer to as “Management”! It’s no secret, the internet has been buzzing with rumors that at Mayhem, I’ll be taking on AC Smith for the Xtreme Championship. If you didn’t know it already, Evan Envi himself made it clear last week!

Problem is, Smith hasn’t accepted the challenge yet. And why? Simple, AC Smith knows that getting into the ring with Nathaniel Havok, means that he loses the Xtreme Championship. But as far as I’m concerned, he was never champion in the first place. As a matter of fact, no man holding that belt has actually been the champion, since Jeff took it from me and vacated it unjustly!

So here’s the deal, Overdrive! You want Nathaniel Havok back? You want the man who held this show hostage for the better part of a year? Go ahead, keep testing me, and you’ll get him! I’m done being passed over, sick of being overlooked, and done being cast aside for lackluster talent, who couldn’t even lace my boots! Alexander Duvall, AC Smith, and Overdrive as an entire entity… You can bet your ass that this disrespect will NOT continue! By the end of the night, I WILL have my match with Smith, I WILL have my title shot, and I WILL be on my way back to the top of the Overdrive mountain!

You can place me alongside the best of the best! The Level-Ones, the Evan Envi’s, the CJ Gates… I belong in that group! I belong with the top contenders, I belong with the champions! And soon, I will be! AC Smith, that title is mine. Overdrive, this show, it belongs to Nathaniel Havok! Havok has spoken!

‘Cult of Personality’ hits on the PA system as Havok and Turner exit the ring.

We fade into the backstage area on the outside of a door which reads "A.C. Smith" earning a massive pop from our audience-- which is drowned out by boos as Jenny Knite strolls into frame with a pleasant, warm smile on her face and the APW Overdrive Title hanging on her shoulder, turning as Evan Envi walks up behind her. Evan raises a fist and knocks on the door without hesitation. He takes a step back and folds his hands as he awaits an answer... And he gets it, causing both him and Jenny raise their gaze.

The APW Xtreme Champion sighs and rolls his eyes while looking down at Envi.

A.C.: “Let me guess, and thereby save you a ton of time. This is the part of the show where you try and brag about beating me last week. I, in turn, remind you of your obscenely narrow-minded view of reality, not to mention the widespread apology you owe to police officers and first responders everywhere for that display you put on to start Overdrive last week.

Good? Good. Now get out of here.”

Smith turns around and tries to close the door, but Evan puts his hand out and blocks it.

Evan: I am-- AHUM-- truly, and deeply sorry for my actions last week. It was disgusting, and it is not the way that an APW Mega--

Jenny: Mega!

Evan: --Star, should be conducting himself. So accept my hand, in friendship, and apology.

Jenny: Accept iiiiiit...

Evan extends his hand toward Smith with a stern look. Smith again looks down at Evan, this time emitting a slight chuckle.

A.C.: “Either that was very, VERY painful for you to do, or you take me for a complete fool. Either way, I find your behavior hilarious.”

Smith crosses his arms.

A.C.: “I know you didn't come here to offer an apology. In all the time I've known you, I have NEVER heard you offer a sincere mea culpa. Why are you REALLY here?”

Evan scoffs in disgust and pivots slightly, glancing at Jenny.

Evan: What does he m--?

Jenny glares up at Smith.

Jenny: What do you mean?! We marched across the entire arena JUST to offer Buckson Gooch an apology last week!

Evan: Yeah, you spiteful son of a... Smith.... Listen...

Evan's demeanor changes in a fraction of a second, and unsurprisingly, Jenny's changes along with it.

Evan: Us AWA guys-- there aren't too many of us left. And we've gotta stick together if we're gonna conquer APW. I mean, Delikado and Gooch are amazing comrades... The best a guy could ask for... But you think I wouldn't wanna see you up there during the takeover? Aubrey? Logan? I want to see us all make it, and-- and Smith, there's a CONSPIRACY against me and Lady Overdrive... They're tryin' to take me out... They're buttering me up with all the...

Now breathing heavily, Evan gestures toward the cameras.

Evan: With the camera time, and the main events, and the perks-- and it's all a setup. They're trying to take her away from me. And they might do it tonight. They might try to put this show on the back of someone like AMY ZING, or maybe they'll just-- they'll just turn this into the damned Callahan Program. Or the Sindicate Hour. Or something. And we CAN'T let it happen! We can't!

You can't.

Help me.

Instead of acknowledging Evan, Smith turns his attention to the Overdrive Champion's female companion.

A.C.: “Tell me something, Jenny. You seem smart. Bright. Still in possession of most of your brain cells. Do you know the history that Mr. Harrison here and I have?”

Jenny: I'm... Aware of bits and...

Jenny turns to Evan, who has his eyes closed and is simply shaking his head. She turns back to Smith.

Jenny: No.

A.C.: “Let me brief you. At one point, your boyfriend...”

Jenny opens her mouth, but Smith arches an eyebrow, shakes his head, and holds one index finger up before she can fight that accusation. Once Jenny closes her mouth, albeit begrudgingly, Smith continues.

A.C.: “Your boyfriend and I were the most feared team in wrestling. He ran circles around people, and I left treadmarks while running them over. And then, his head got big, and all of a sudden, everything bad that had EVER happened to him was MY fault.

Evan, either you were wrong then and you owe me the single most gigantic apology known to man, or you have no business being here now. And as I mentioned earlier, you're not exactly the apologetic type.”

Evan has been leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed as he waits for Smith to continue, and though looking stoic, and a bit frustrated at first, he throws his arms up in defeat.

Evan: Did you even watch the show last week? I'm a PR Dream! I am an apologizing MACHINE! A.C. Smith, I was wrrrrrraaauhhhh... Oh... Jeez... What was that? WOW. Ahem.

Jenny: Are you okay?!

Evan takes a deep breath.

Evan: Smith, I was completely wrrrrrroooonnnnnnnmmmmmmMMMNNNNO!

Evan glares up at Smith.

Evan: My head WAS THE PERFECT SIZE! YOU were always trying to bring me down! Just like The Man in charge is trying to bring me down! YOU were out of control! I'm always trying to do the right thing. The REAL thing. You were always more worried about pandering to these fans instead of being about REAL WRESTLING, and if you so much as acknowledge those ingrates tonight, Level One is gonna eat you alive.

A.C.: “...Maybe so. But it looks like your ego, and your severely-skewed sense of right and wrong, has already done the same thing to you.”

Smith turns back to Jenny.

A.C.: “And let me give you a nickel's worth of free advice. Simply because, for whatever reason, I don't dislike you yet.

Run away. Quickly. The last woman to get close to our buddy Evan here was Aubrey Parker. And look how THAT ended up.”

Smith's gaze turns back to Evan.

A.C.: “As usual, we have nothing constructive to talk about. Shame. Really, if you had the initiative to take your head out of your ass, we could've had something special.”

A.C. takes a backward step and shuts the door, leaving Evan and Jenny alone in the hall.

Jenny pulls at Evan's arm, but Evan stops. He starts to turn, but a devilish look crosses his face and he turns, slamming a fist into Smith's door. He starts to try the handle, but stops himself, and instead grins, placing his head against the door.

Evan: What if Havok shows up? What if no one's watching your back?!

Evan laughs and pushes himself off of, and away from the door, before his face falls to a short, cold, blank expression.

Voice #1: “Wrong, wrong, wrong.”

Voice #2: “As usual, really. I don't know why we expect anything else.”

Suddenly, Bobby the "Bavarian Man-Bitch" and Stevie the "Slovakian Slobberknocker" come into the frame. Evan again defies Jenny's quiet demand to walk away, going chest-to-chest with both men to a huge pop from a crowd that desperately wants to see the Overdrive Champion get his just desserts.

However, Evan backs away and leaves in a huff, drawing boos from the capacity crowd as Bobby and Stevie shake their heads. Jenny follows close behind.

Harvey: Level One... A.C. Smith... It's coming up next!

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Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

''Almost famous'' by Eminem hits the PA system resulting in a stirring of the crowd. Several seconds later, Level-One steps out from behind the curtains cam corder in hand. He holds it up to his face and points it straight down at the ring before panning around at the rest of the crowd. As he walks down the ramp, he points the cameras in the faces of the fans whom are scowling with anger.

Paige: Weighing in at 263 points from Toronto, Ontario, Canada currently residing in Hollywood, California! He is a FOUR TIME APW Undisputed Champion! Please welcome... Level-One!!!!

Chase: Level-One shouldn’t be on the second match of any card! He should be in the Main Event each and every night! This is a travesty!

Harvey: Well last time I checked, Level-One wasn’t the World Heavyweight Champion! If anyone on Overdrive should be in the Main Event week in and week out, it should be whoever holds that belt, and right now, that man is Michael Callahan!

Level-One continues down the ramp and as the crowd boos he shouts over them into the camera - seeing it as the opportune time to create a blog for his Youtube channel on his way to the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope and sticks the video camera in the referee's face telling him that he's going to face hell from Hollywood if he doesn't do his job. With that he leans against the ropes and casually continues to create his video blog, waiting for the match to get underway.

As Level-One stands in the ring awaiting the arival of AC Smith, ‘Cult of Personality’ hits on the PA system, and the fans once again jump to their feet for the Enforcer of Sorrow.

Harvey: What the hell? Hasn’t he said enough tonight?

Chase: Yes! He’s back! This show just keeps getting better!

The music dies out as Level-One stands in the ring, confused as to why Havok is standing at the top of the ramp, instead of AC Smith.

Havok: Lester… I mean Level-One… This is not intended to disrespect you whatsoever. I admire you far more than that, and wouldn’t do that to a class act such as yourself. I did however, have full intentions on disrespecting the guy who THINKS that he is the APW Xtreme Champion. Of course, I’m talking about AC Smith. Smith… I told you earlier that I was going to have my answer by the end of the night, and God dammit, I’m already growing tiresome. Smith, I want my damn answer, and I WANT IT NOW!

Nathaniel stands at the top of the ramp, turning his back on Level-One in the ring, and staring at the entrance. After waiting a minute or two, Nathaniel smirks at himself.

Havok: If you didn’t think he was too scared to answer me before, this should be all the proof you need! AC Smith isn’t extreme, AC Smith is a coward! He’s gutless, and a poor excuse for a champion! Therefore, I’m going to stand right here in this very spot, until I get my answer! The show will not go on, until AC Smith gives me what I damn-well deserve! I never lost that title, it’s still mine! It’s been mine for over a year now! He better… He better… Hey! What in the hell are you doing? Get your hands off of me!

APW security personel has made their way to the entrance ramp, and are attempting to carry Nathaniel Havok away, and to the backstage area. Nathaniel puts up a fight however, as ‘All of the Lights’ hits on the PA system. The Xtreme Champion comes out from the back, looking at Nathaniel, chuckling to himself. Nathaniel continues to put up a fight, trying to get his hands on Smith, as Smith looks on with a cocky smile on his face. Smith picks up the microphone that Havok was previously holding, and looks at the Enforcer of Sorrow, who is still being held back by security.

Smith: Hey, Havok… I ACCEPT! I’ll see you at Mayhem, now get this piece of trash out of here!

Security escorts Nathaniel to the back, as “All of the Lights” begins to play, and Smith makes his way to the ring.

Paige: “From New York City! Weighing 275 pounds...THE BIG APPLE ASSKICKER, A.C. SMITH!!!!!”

Harvey: Here comes A.C. Smith, ready for his match-up with Level-One!

Chase: What has got to be going through the mind of Smith as he gets ready to face a true bonafide legend in this business here tonight!?

He confidently surveys the scene around him and touches the outstretched hands of fans as the chorus kicks in.

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

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

A.C. Smith vs. Level-One

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Harvey: This should be an excellent match-up, especially from a physical standpoint. A.C. Smith is 6 feet, 8 inches tall, weighing 275 pounds. Level-One is right up there with him, standing 6 feet, 7 inches, 263 pounds.

Chase: It’s not often that Level-One is the smaller competitor in a match, but he is here tonight, even if it’s not by much!

The two big men tie up in the middle of the ring, with both men trying to back the other up into the ropes. At first, A.C. gets the advantage, but Level-One honkers down and pushes him back. A.C. gets his footing, and pushes L1 back a bit again. The two men keep pushing each other back in forth, but they’re at a stalemate. Finally, Level-One lets go and gives Smith a quick kick to the midsection before pulling him in and delivering a quick DDT! With Smith down, Level-One begins to stomp him mercilessly, giving A.C. no quarter. Smith wisely rolls towards the ropes, and the ref steps in front of Level-One to push him back off of A.C. As A.C. uses the ropes the pull himself up, Level-One comes charging in like a freight train, but Smith sidesteps him, causing Level-One to crash chest first into the ropes, which launches him backwards into the mat! Smith is quick to pull Level-One up by the head, and hoist him up into a Gorilla Press position!

Harvey: He could be setting him up for the Big Apple @$$Kicker!

Chase: This is awfully early in the match!

Smith slams Level-One down to the mat, and then runs towards the ropes to gain momentum, and leaps up for the Big Splash, but as he’s coming down, Level-One gets his knees up, driving them into the chest of Smith!

Chase: A.C. thought that if he surprised Level-One, he might be able to get him here, but he knows that the longer this match goes, the more it’s in favor of Level-One!

Smith holds his chest in pain as Level-One pulls him back up to his feet, and gives him a couple of hard Knife-Edged Chops to the chest, lighting him up! He then pulls Smith in for a Belly-to-Belly Suplex, and goes for the first cover of the match, 1
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Harvey: Level-One is really targeting that midsection, trying to put A.C. away quick!

Chase: When you’ve got two big heavy hitters like this going up against one another, these matches don’t generally last that long!

Harvey: No, they don’t!

Rather than going for another cover, Level-One grabs a hold of both of A.C.’s legs, and rolls him over into a Boston Crab! He sits in the small of A.C.’s back, really working the hold. Smith grits his teeth in pain as he tries to wriggle free from the hold.

Chase: When you’re as big and muscular as A.C. Smith is, you really give up a lot of flexibility. That means holds like this Boston Crab are actually more excruciating to a big man like Smith or Level-One than it is to a smaller competitor.

Level-One is yelling at A.C. to give up, but A.C. is having none of it. Smith digs down, and manages to push himself up with his arms, and uses the switch in leverage to kick his legs out and break the hold! Level-One goes stumbling forward, and as he turns around, he’s met with a decapitating Clothesline from A.C. Smith! As Level-One begins to make his way to his feet, A.C. gets a running start, taking him right back down with a Running Lariat! L1 is up again, and receives another Lariat for his troubles! In all, Level-One eats five Lariats before Smith reaches down and pulls him up and in for a Gutwrench Powerbomb! Smtih rubs his back a bit as he falls in for a cover, hooking the inside leg, 1
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Harvey: A.C. Smith has really taken control of this match! We’ve seen him flat out overwhelm his opponents before, and he could be doing just that to Level-One here tonight!

Chase: Level-One will find a way to get out of this mess! He always does!

The fans continue to cheer A.C. Smith on as he reaches down to pull Level-One up by the head, but the cheers turn to boos as L1 gives A.C. a hard shot to the gut, and then gets to his feet to nail Smith with the Pelee Kick right between the eyes! Smith falls to the mat like a ton of bricks, and Level-One makes the pin, 1
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Smith gets his shoulder up! Level-One glares at the ref, but keeps focused on his opponent, pulling him back up to a vertical base. He gives A.C. a couple of hard shots to the face before pulling him up and in for a Stalling Vertical Suplex! The crowd gasps at the show of strength from Level-One as he keeps Smith suspended for the better part of 20 seconds before driving him into the mat! A.C. is nursing his back as he begins to slowly get back up to his feet, while Level-One takes a few steps back, measuring him up. As A.C. makes his way to his feet, Level-One rushes in and just about takes his head off with a Running Big Boot! He goes for the cover, 1
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A.C. gets his shoulder up, bringing the crowd back to life!

Chase: The tide had turned back into Level-One’s favor, but Smith isn’t going down without a fight!

Harvey: He’s not the Xtreme Champion for nothing!

There’s the ever familiar scowl across the face of Level-One as makes his way back up to his feet, and stomps the midsection of A.C. Smith again and again! There’s a fire and ferocity in Level-One as he stomps A.C. so hard and so fast that he loses his balance and falls to his behind! This doesn’t stop Level-One, though, as he kicks at A.C. from the seated position, nailing him in the side of the ribs! The fans are booing loudly as Level-One crawls over into a pinfall attempt, 1
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Harvey: Level-One had to know that he wasn’t going to get the win there, but with all the damage he’s done to the midsection of Smith, it behooves him to force Smith to expend more and more energy and oxygen just trying to kick out.

Chase: When Level-One’s been targeting the ribs and midsection of Smith, he’s been making it harder for the big man to breath! This all started with A.C. trying to end this one early with a quick Big Apple @$$Kicker!

Level-One makes his way back up to his feet, and grabs a hold of A.C. legs, looking to go for another Boston Crab. However, before he can even attempt to turn A.C. over, Smith gives him a couple of hard kicks to the Sternum, sending Level-One falling backwards to the mat! Level-One is up and grabs a hold of A.C.’s legs again, but A.C. kicks him off once more! The fans are firmly behind A.C. as he begins to make his way up again. Both men are up at roughly the same time, and Level-One launches a huge fist at A.C., which he blocks, and responds with a fist of his own! L1 throws another punch, but again, A.C. blocks it and answers in kind! A.C. Smith manages to chain together a flurry of blows that backs Level-One into the corner, where Smith continues to unload! The ref begins the five count, and Smith backs up at four, only to rush in and nail Level-One with a Running Body Splash in the corner!


Level-One flops face first out of the corner, and Smith pulls him up and in for another Gorilla Press Slam! However, as A.C. has Level-One hoisted up, his back gives out, and he drops to one knee, allowing Level-One to slide right back down to his feet. L1 pulls A.C. up and turns him around, hooking him up and in for the Level-Advance! He hooks both legs, and this one is academic, 1
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Winner: Level-One[/center]

Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Level-One!

Harvey: What a gutsy performance by A.C. Smith out here tonight, but in the end, Level-One was just too much for him to handle!

Chase: Darn right he was! Level-One knew coming into this match-up that it would be like two bulls clashing in a China Shop! His gameplan of targeting and weakening the midsection of A.C. Smith worked like a charm!

“Almost Famous” blares over the speakers, and the fans boo loudly as the raises Level-One’s arm in victory. The ever present scowl is still on his face as he exits the ring, leaving A.C. Smith laid out on the mat.

[T-Marv]

The camera fades into a scene that the Venezuelan crowd vocally disapproves of-- the APW Overdrive Champion, Evan Envi, and his manager, Jenny Knite, with the Overdrive Championship-- "Lady Overdrive"-- slung over her left shoulder. She hugs it tightly to herself, whistling a tune as she and Evan make their way down the corridor, toward the catering area. They push past crew members and Evan nudges Jenny, who clears her throat.

Jenny: Hey... Amy!

Amy turns to see who is talking to her.

Amy: "Hello...?"

Jenny: Evan Envi, the King of Overdrive, has something he'd like to say to you.

Evan steps forward, his hands on his hips as he looks down at Amy Zing, who crosses her arms and looks up at him, expectantly.

Evan: Amy, I wanted to give you the chance to call this off, right now. You give me the word-- and we'll go talk to Duvall, and we'll get this settled. I mean... You don't wanna go out there and risk getting hurt, or even worse, hurting the star of your show tonight, do you? I mean, we're so close to Mayhem.

Jenny: Why take the risk?

Amy: "Because I have no intention of backing down. If you're so great Evan, why are you trying to back out?"

Evan looks at Amy in silence for a moment and then grins, offering a short, dry laugh.

Evan: Because, Amy, I don't want to waste my greatness on somebody like you. I don't like the fact that I'm being forced to defend my title against somebody, who, until tonight, wasn't even a blip on my radar. But now... You're trying to take something away from me... And I don't want this to get out of hand, y'know?

Jenny smiles at Amy.

Jenny: Evan doesn't wanna hurt you. We don't want to see anybody get hurt.

Evan: No. We'd hate to see that.

Amy: "No, we'd hate to see you get hurt, but I'm willing to risk it."

The crowd cheers at the response and Envi just glares at Amy Zing, shaking his head.

Evan: What are you doing here, Amy? What the hell are you trying to accomplish here? I thought you died back in ACW, y'know, but here you are, still kickin'.

Amy: "You remember Evan, I don't play dead. I keep fighting."

Evan stares at her for a moment and then chuckles, reaching into his back pocket, retrieving the same Playboy magazine he'd brought to the ring earlier. With it rolled up, he gently taps it against Amy's head.

Evan: Y'know, you'll thank me after tonight, Amy. Because once we leave Venezuela, you'll finally be famous for something more than taking off all your clothes. I'll make ya famous, babe. Just remember-- you asked for it.

Amy: "I know. And like I said... I'm going to keep fighting."

Jenny shoots Evan a curious glance. Envi stares down at Amy with a smirk that looks forced-- a smirk that covers a look of anger, or frustration. He folds the magazine again and slides it into his back pocket, giving Amy a once-over.

Evan: Seeya out there.

Without another word, Evan pivots and marches away from Amy with Jenny Knite (still in firm possession of the Overdrive Championship belt) matching pace, keeping up right behind Evan, shooting the occasional glance over her shoulder back at Amy as we fade away.



We go backstage to see the “official” door to the locker-room of Pope Delikado XXX, which displays a piece of paper marked “Popery Inside, NO Fat Chicks” followed by a picture of Delikado, who had apparently blinked as the photo was being taken as he is smiling with his eyes shut. A laugh is heard inside the locker-room and the scene jumps inside the room where we see the Cuban Pope laughing as he sits in his wrestling papal throne. Suddenly, the locker-room door opens and Jimmy Gooch enters the room.

Jimmy Gooch: Deli, hey, you ready for your conference?

Pope Delikado XXX: The Council? Sure, let us just finish our Skype conversation with our friends, the Middleton’s.

The camera pulls back, revealing Delikado is on the computer with someone. He smiles as he scrolls on the mouse pad.

Pope Delikado XXX: Will, Kate, you two should definitely stop by and see us wrestle sometime. Bring the baby around and we’ll baptize it and whatnot, make a whole shin-dig out of it. Might wanna wait til Overdrive’s someplace besides Venezuela, though, because these people here will probably kidnap and hold you ransom. And, uh, Willy…

Delikado leans toward the computer, smiling as he whispers.

Pope Delikado XXX: *whispering* Make sure Kate’s not around when we show you some of the chicks we got around here in APW. Most of them are plastic and emotionless, but they are SO good. MmmHMM! You can feel like you got laid just passing em by, ya know what we’re saying? Eh? Ehhhh? Heavenly. *regular voice* Alright, we passed on that little churchy gem to you, why don’t you share with us some political dirt? You miss your Mom? What’s Winston Churchill like in real life?

Delikado’s smile falls as he continues looking at the computer.

Pope Delikado XXX: Weird, the connection went dead. Well it couldn’t be they disconnected me, because we’re all good friends, so it must be the horrible signal. We swear to the Wrestling Gods themselves, you couldn’t get a connection in Venezuela unless you were Hugo Chávez…

Jimmy Gooch: Oooh…

Young Jimmy has cringed in a "too soon" manner at this comment, causing Delikado to roll his eyes and make a half-assed sign of the cross.

Pope Delikado XXX: May he sleep tight and no bedbugs or whatever…Alright anyway, Council time! You called Callahan and L1 to let them know to meet us out there?

Jimmy Gooch: I was supposed to do that?

Pope Delikado XXX: Uh, YAH. We’ve had too much stuff going on to do it ourselves, like tasting the finest wines to see if they’re worthy of the new Wrestling Church we’re building. Speaking of…Cordell, next bottle, por favor!

A small man in a waiter’s outfit enters the room with a bottle of wine. He silently pours some into the Cuban’s empty glass. His Cuban Holiness takes hold the glass of wine and sips from it. He smacks his lips together for an almost uncomfortably long amount of time before finally speaking.

Pope Delikado XXX: Hmmm…this one…ahhh…this one’s quite……..

Cordell puts a nervous hand to his mouth, nibbling on his fingernails as the Cuban weighs in on the wine he’s tasted. Jimmy stands by patiently waiting too, until the verdict finally comes in…

Pope Delikado XXX: Marvelous, Cordell! No lie, best wine we’ve ever—no, best DRINK we’ve ever had! Bar none, incredible!

Cordell: Oh…w-why thank you, Your Cuban Holiness. I made it myself.

Jimmy Gooch smiles as well while the relived Cordell wipes a bead of sweat away. The Cuban Pope finishes off the glass and smacks his lips again. His smile lessens quite a bit all of a sudden.

Pope Delikado XXX: Hmmmm, actually it’s a little too dark red for our liking. Guards, put whoever made this wine into the Brazen Bull, immediately!

He claps his hands as Cordell’s eyes widen. Suddenly, the Cuban’s personal Pontifical Swiss Guard charges into the room and grabs Cordell, who looks in horror out the door to see a man in a bull suit tying on a bib as he holds a dinner knife and fork. The bull looks at Cordell ominously.

Brazen Bull: I’m gonna enjoy eating you.

Cordell: AYYEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

The guards drag the wailing Cordell out of the locker-room and slam the door. As if nothing just happened, Pope Delikado turns back to Jimmy.

Pope Delikado XXX: So yeah, that’s our life the past week preparing for the Council. Just what have YOU been doing?!

Jimmy Gooch: School.

Pope Delikado XXX: Oh, buddy…buddy…

Delikado reaches out and puts a reassuring hand on Jimmy’s shoulder.

Pope Delikado XXX: That’s such a waste of time.

Jimmy Gooch: Ha, I admit I don’t learn as much there as I do around here.

The Cuban Pope smiles and pats Jimmy on the back as he rises out of his throne.

Pope Delikado XXX: There ya go, now let’s get a move on. We’ll just have to summon those two knuckledraggers Callahan and Level One and pray they show up for the good of their souls. C’mon, Jimmy…

The two exit the locker-room and trek down the hallway.

Pope Delikado XXX: By the way, Jimmy, we sent your old man a fruit basket for working so dang hard. He definitely earned it tonight. Just make sure he doesn’t eat it, since it’s not real. Didn’t want to throw off his body’s rhythm by giving it something healthy, ya know?

Jimmy Gooch: Gee, thanks Deli, that’s pretty nice of you. I’ll make sure he gets it.

Pope Delikado XXX: Yes, it was nice, because WE are nice, Jimmy boy. And once we claim the World title at Mayhem, there’s gonna be plenty more niceness like that to come. In fact—

?: Sacrilegious monster!

A hooded man jumps out of shadows with a bat and comes for Delikado, who initially grabs Jimmy and guiltlessly uses him like a shield, until he trips over his papal robes and faceplants. The hooded man begins to pummel the Cuban Pope with the bat, until Jimmy gets back up and approaches him. The man sees the look in the angry Southern boy’s eyes and flees. Pope Delikado jumps up and holds his hands into the air.

Pope Delikado XXX: We live! Thank the Wrestling Gods!

Jimmy Gooch: You okay, Deli??

Jimmy sees Delikado’s head is bleeding a bit from the beating and he begins to escort him down the hallway.

Jimmy Gooch: That guy didn’t seem tough enough to be a competitor around here. Probably hired help. Who do you think was responsible?

Pope Delikado XXX: It could be Michael Callahan to help secure his title, Level-One to try and weaken us before the title match, Hannah Storm for me not returning phone-calls—but it matters not! Nobody sends attackers against the Wrestling Pope! NOBODY!

Jimmy Gooch: I’ll take you to the first aid, then I’ll get my Pops. We have your back, Bawse. No friend of ours is going to be beaten on like this.

Delikado grips his head and stares at the blood in his palm; his face turns as red as all the blood in his body.

Pope Delikado XXX: Unbelievable! And not even in the ring but BACKSTAGE! You beat on a small child backstage, you beat on YOURSELF backstage! If you want to lash out at the Infallible One of APW, you do it before the entire world. You don’t belittle the Weapon of the Wrestling Gods with screen-time that’s befitting to an APW.com after-show video!

Jimmy Gooch: Deli, you’re angry and—

Pope Delikado XXX: Ohohohohooooo, Jimmy, the Wrestling Gods themselves are angry, and all those in our path shall feel their wrath through us!

Jimmy Gooch: Payback time, then?

Delikado breaks from Jimmy’s guiding hand and grins evilly.

Pope Delikado XXX: Time to pay it back TENFOLD! The Council will wait til next week, where we shall enact heavenly vengeance upon Callahan, Level-One, and all the other TERMITES of the Evil APW that take joy in this atrocity! You, printing press child!

The Cuban Holy Father stops before a small boy standing at a magazine stand and grips him by the shoulders.

Pope Delikado XXX: Spread the new gospel through Overdrive and the rest of Action Packed Wrestling that from here on out, it is not the path to “Mayhem” we take, but JUSTICE! And the theme song shall ALSO be by Justice! Understand?! Go! Go!! GOOOOOOOOOO!!!

He quickly pushes the confused child away and breaks out a mixtape. He proceeds to rush over to a man with a boombox, punches them in the face, and takes the boombox for himself.

Pope Delikado XXX: Convenient!

The half-crazed (or is that TOTALLY crazed…?) Cuban Pope pops the mixtape into the boombox, and the following song plays while Delikado gyrates to the beat.



Pope Delikado XXX: ALL RESISTANCE SHALL BE NOTED!!!

Jimmy Gooch rubs his head in bewilderment as Pope Delikado continues to parade around, kicking in a rhythmic but hostile manner to the song as the camera pulls back and fades out.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 215 lbs., and representing Fargo, North Dakota... C.J GATES!

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

Paige: And his opponent... weighing in at 229 lbs., and representing Kelso, Washington... He is the APW World Heavyweight Champion... MICHAEL CALLAHAN!

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

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

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

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

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

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

C.J. Gates vs. Michael Callahan

The bell rings and Callahan doesn't waste another moment waiting for Gates to get prepared by charging in with fists of fury! He pushes him back in to the corner, pressing up against the turnbuckle, and raining down several right hands until Gates is down in a seated position. He takes a few steps backwards before charging ahead with a sitout dropkick that folds Gates over in the corner.

Harvey: Callahan isn't waiting around for Gates to get his bearings, Johnny!

Chase: I don't think I'd want C.J. Gates anywhere near my championship. Callahan has the right mindset!

Callahan reaches down to pickup Gates back to his feet but C.J. is waiting with a punch that's dangerously close to Callahan's manhood, hunching him over! Gates pops up and runs forward, grabbing the back of Calalhan's head and slamming it hard in to the mat with a running bulldog. Gates takes advantage of a downed Callahan and makes his way to the ropes, using the middle rope as a springboard, and flies overhead with an asai moonsault and lands it! Gates, understanding who he's in the ring with, realizes that one isn't enough to keep the champion down, and again heads towards the ropes. He bounces off the middle rope a second time, but Callahan sees it coming, and gets his knees up, causing Gates to crash chest first into them! Callahan is up in a flash as Gates rolls around in pain on the mat, holding his knees close to his chest. Callahan stomps Gates across the sternum a couple of times before pulling him back up to his feet.

Harvey: Back and forth action between these two. I'm not sure either man has been able to gain an advantage!

Chase: Callahan would be smart to keep Gates corralled down on the mat. Gates is a master through the air - and he's put many men down with those high risk maneuvers.

Callahan levels Gates with an European Uppercut that sends his opponent stumbling backwards in to the corner. Gates lands perfectly, with both arms outstretched over the top rope, as Callahan comes flying in, with eyes to nail a Shining Wizard on C.J, but Gates ducks out of the way at the last possible second, sending Michael's knee in to the top turnbuckle! Callahan falls back down to the mat and holds on to his knee in sever pain, as Gates leans over and peels Callahan up off the mat. He whips Callahan, who's moving gingerly, in to the opposite direction of the ring. The champion lands with such tremendous force that he slowly stumbles out, wincing while holding his lower back, as Gates bounces off the ropes and nails Callahan with a running lariat! He goes for an early cover...

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Gates stays on the offensive, mounting the downed champion, and unloads a quick flurry of punches. However, Gates can't keep control, as Callahan bucks him off, and quickly gets back to his feet, and we're back at square one! The fans applaud in approval at the non-stop action so far in this match and both megastars seem to get a boost from their energy. Gates is the first to make a move and dives in to tie Callahan up with a collar-and-elbow tie-up, but Callahan was prepared, dropping his shoulder, and sending Gates over with an arm-drag. Callahan holds on and locks in an arm-bar, pressing down on Gates' shoulder for additional pressure. Gates tries to slowly drag Callahan over to the ropes in an effort to break the hold, and succeeds eventually as the referee steps in to break Callahan's grip. Michael complies but catches an enziguiri kick to the side of his head for his efforts and Callahan stumbles out of the ring, landing hard on the outside concrete. Gates takes a moment to shake out the effects of Callahan's hold and grabs the top-rope, using it to slingshot him over the top rope with a cross-body plancha where both men crash hard against the guard rail.

Harvey: Gates with no regard to human life! He must have been twenty feet in the air, Johnny!

Chase: You need to get your eyes checked, Harvey. He cleared maybe six feet - if he was lucky!

Gates is the first to reach his feet and lifts his arm in the air to the raucous approval of the APW fans. He paces towards the announce table trying to catch his breath but Callahan has also made his way back up to his feet and is crouched down waiting for Gates to walk back towards him. As soon as Gates gets within striking distance, Callahan leaps forward with a massive forearm smash that sends Gates flailing backwards, eventually steadying himself on the announce table, as Johnny Chase goes screaming from his chair out of the way.

Harvey: It looks like we've lost Chase, folks!

Callahan attempts to finish the job with, charging at Gates, who ducks underneath and sends Callahan flipping through the air with a back body drop and landing through the announce table. The APW crowd nearly comes unglued as Gates drops to one knee and the referee checks on Callahan, who is buried in the mess that used to be the announce table. Chase slips his headset back on, and breathes heavily in to his microphone.

Chase: How in the world can the referee allow this nonsense to go on! Gates should be disqualified immediately. This is absurd!

Harvey: Calm down, Johnny. Gates was only defending himself from a charging Callahan! He didn't use the table on purpose!


Gates digs Callahan out from the mess and rolls him back into the ring underneath the bottom rope. He drapes himself over the World Heavyweight Champion as the referee gets in position to count...

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It's evident that the back and forth action has started to take its toll on both megastars, as the pace has slowed down considerably. Gates pulls himself up by the ropes and grabs Callahan by the ankles, dragging him over to the corner, and falls backwards to slingshot Callahan up in the air and in to the corner. However, Callahan has enough wherewithal to put his arms up and minimize the impact of hitting the turnbuckles. He plays a little bit of possum and waits for Gates to follow-up, and as C.J. grabs Callahan's head, daring to drive it in to the top turnbuckle, Callahan sticks his foot-up and stuns Gates. He drives his elbow in to Gates' gut and delivers a second one to the side of the forehead, which causes Gates to drop to one knee. Callahan flips around and pulls himself up on the middle rope, and leaps off with an elbow-drop to the top of Gates' head. "The American Hero" immediately makes his way to Gates' legs and spins him over with a Boston Crab. He sits down in the middle of the ring and Gates doesn't have anywhere to go!

Harvey: I think our "American Hero" is paying homage to Boston after the attacks last week!

Chase: He's locked in tightly, and sitting up high on Gates' back, I'm not sure there is much C.J. can do here.

Gates goes the only direction he can - up. He begins pushing up which forces Callahan to inch away from his lower back in an effort to hold on to the move for as long as possible. After awhile, Gates is able to roll over and swing Callahan forward with a roll-up. Gates holds on for a pin...


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Callahan sandwiches Gates' head between his legs and rolls over his right shoulder. Gates is down on the mat, as Callahan charges in with a diving elbow-drop, but C.J. rolls out of the way at the last second and Callahan misses. He pops back up, frustrated, and tries for another elbow, but again Gates rolls out of the way. The process continues for a third time, but this time, Callahan doesn't get back up, holding the back of his elbow.

Harvey: Callahan goes to the well too many times and comes up empty!

Chase: Can we please get a new announce table out here? I've been standing up for hours!

Harvey: It's been six minutes, Johnny...

Gates picks up Callahan, who's still favoring that right elbow, and puts him back on the mat with a standing dropkick. Gates picks up Callahan from behind, folds that right arm behind Callahan's back, and sends him crashing down with a belly-to-back suplex, putting some additional stress on Callahan's arm. He hooks the leg and goes for a quick cover attempt...

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Harvey: That was close.... NOW WHATS THIS ALL ABOUT!

Both Delikado and LEvel One come out from behind to boos from the crowd. They get to the ring and catch the eye of CJ Gates who shrugs them off and goes to the top rope. He leaps off with the GATE CRASHER!

NO! He misses as Callahan rolls out of the way!

Chase: NOBODY HOME!

Callahan slowly makes it to his feet and shakes off the cobwebs. He notices Delikado and Level One surrounding the ringside and steps back wearily. He then switches his focus to CJ Gates and stalks as CJ rolls around in pain. He swoops over and goes for the VICTORY LOCK!

Chase:This One's over!

Harvey: NOT QUITE!

CJ manages to get to the ropes at the very last second and breaks the hold. Callahan begrudgingly breaks the hold on the count of the ref. He sees level one get too close and the two scream at each other for a second. Callahan poises and waits for CJ to get to his feet.

Chase:Callahan's about to put this one away and CJ's dreams of going after that title again are all but done!

Harvey: Don't count him out yet!

Callahan comes after Gates, but CJ counters into a SMALL PACKAGE. THe ref drops for the pin.

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Harvey: WAIT! LEVEL ONE IS HOLDING GATE'S FOOT DOWN

Chase: Of course, he doesn't want yet ANOTHER person at Mayhem

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But at the last second the ref sees Level One holding the foot and calls it off. Callahan gets up and starts screaming at Level One. While the ref is distracted, Delikado sneaks in the ring....

Harvey: What's he doing? Watch out Callahan!


Delikado runs with a clothesline... But Callahan ducks and Deli connects with... CJ GATES!

RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE REF!!!

Chase: Wait... what just happened?

The ref calls for the bell and says something to the announcer as Level One and Delikado look on in shock.

Paige: Winner of this match by DISQUALIFICATION.....C.J. GATES!

Delikado and Level One are shocked and Callahan is pissed. But he doesn't have time to react as Deli and L1 are there laying into him with hard rights and lefts!

Harvey: Now THIS is uncalled for!

Chase: This is a preview of Mayhem Darren!

Level One stomps the hell out of a fallen Callahan before picking him up and holding him as Delikado sets up. He calls for the last call from cuba! But before he connects....

Harvey: MARKET CRASH! Gates out of no where hits the Market crash on Delikado!

Delikado is laid out and Level One gets Gates hooked and ready for the Darkness Shine... But....Callahan kicks him in the gut. L1 drops Gates and Callahan lays him out with a DDT. L1 goes down and rolls out of the ring as Callahan and GAtes stare at he and Delikado. Callahan is handed his title belt as he looks at Gates. The two stare down in the ring and then down at Level One and Delikado...

Harvey: Folks! The triple threat match at Mayhem just became a FATAL FOUR WAY!

Chase: This is horrible... this is unfair...somebody call a lawyer!

[T-Marv]

The Caracas audience boos as Evan Envi and Jenny Knite appear on the screen, with Jenny Knite still clutching "Lady Overdrive", the APW Overdrive Championship over her shoulder. Both of them are seated on the couch in Envi's locker-room. Envi is dressed in his ring gear and jacket, ready for action-- though, he is sitting with his folded hands pressed against his mouth, gently rocking forward and backward, while Jenny softly gives him words of reassurance, inaudible to the camera.

There is a mild pop and a few whistles from the audience as Cindy Shannon strolls into frame, smiling down at the Overdrive Champion and his manager.

Cindy: Evan. Ms. Knite. Could I borrow a few moments of your time?

Evan: Well, you just barged into my room like you owned the place. Might as well, right?

Evan speaks quickly and shakily, as if nervous.

Cindy: You seem a bit on-edge. Evan... Earlier tonight, you mentioned a conspiracy involving you and the Overdrive Championship.

Jenny: Her name is Lady Overdrive, Cindy.

Cindy: Right, Lady Overdrive. I'm sorr--

Evan: There is a conspiracy. Somewhere, somebody up there is trying to take my Lady away from me. First the man in the shadows, and now the 'Hong Kong Sensation' and then a walking, breathing Sasquatch. All in a matter of weeks.

At first, I thought it was just them trying to keep things exciting... Trying to keep me competitive, y'know? And then I started to remember where I was, and the people that run this company, and I realized that I could be a paraplegic and count on my hands, the number of times ANYBODY has had my back in this business.

...Why would they start now? I mean-- a few weeks ago, I was accused of being PROTECTED in this company, and I didn't respond for a while, because it actually made me feel warm for a moment. For once, I wasn't the odd guy looking in. For once, I thought that maybe... Maybe the man in the shadows was right. Maybe someone was protecting me. Maybe some higher power was looking out for my best interest.

Evan chuckles, shaking his head.

Evan: But then I realized that I knew better. I know from history that all this business wants to do is take from you-- eat you alive.

And I'm not gonna let it happen to me anymore. I'm taking APW back. I'm starting with Overdrive. I started last week with Mike Callahan and A.C. Smith, and I CONTINUE tonight with Amy Zing. I'm taking this company for everything its got.

Evan smirks and leans close to Cindy, before yelling into her face.

Evan: REAL. WRESTLING!

Cindy: Wha--

Jenny: REAL WRESTLING!

Envi exits his locker-room and Jenny shoves past Cindy Shannon. The interviewer, for once, seems to be at a loss for words, as we fade away.

Paige: The following contest is our MAIN EVENT! This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the APW OVERDRIVE CHAMPIONSHIP!

It's just the way
The game is played
It's best if you just
Wait your turn

::AMY ZING flashes across the screen. Various shots of Amy standing in the ring are shown. The final shot is of Amy bent over, and then rising, arms wide and pointing to the sides. As this shot is taken, the camera spins around, showing her from all angles, stopping to face her when she poses.::

The wait is ova
The wait is ova
The wait is ova
The wait is ova

::Amy Zing comes running out of the entrance way. She runs to one end of the entrance stage, then to the other. She then walks to the middle and bends with her fingers touching the ground. She rises, spreading her arms out and pointing to the fans. She brings her hands together then breaks them apart. She walks down to the ring slaping hands with the fans on both sides of the barricade as she does.::

It's getting crowded
Over here
But babe
The wait is over
Sometimes it takes
A thousand tries
To win
The wait is over

::Standing in front of the ring, Amy leapfrogs onto the apron. She slingshots herself into the ring and runs to the corner. Amy pulls herself up to the turnbuckle, spreading her arms out to the sides, pointing to the crowd. Slowly, she brings them together. Once her hands touch, Amy suddenly backflips off the turnbuckle, landing in the ring..::

It's getting crowded
Over here
But babe
The wait is over
Sometimes it takes
A thousand tries
To win
The wait is over

::Unwrapping the ribbon from her arm, Amy uses it to tie her hair in a ponytail. She starts clapping along with the song, trying to get the crowd behind her. She then leans against the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to start.::

Paige: Introducing first, the challenger, from San Francisco, California by way of Hong Kong, China...AMY ZING!!!!!!

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

Multi-colored lights dance all across the arena as the opening riffs of "Helter Skelter" blast through the PA system. Seconds later, the crowd boos as the attractive, young, petite blonde that the world has come to know as Jenny Knite emerges from the back with a microphone in one hand and the Overdrive Championship-- aka "Lady Overdrive"-- in the other.

Jenny Knite: Ladies and gentlemen... From Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at a methodical and purposeful two hundred and twelve pounds... He is the KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING OF OVERDRIIIIIIIIIIVE... EVAN ENVIIIII!

Caracas, Venezuela boos despite Jenny Knite's joy. She applauds Evan Envi as he emerges from the back, dressed in a white jacket with the name "ENVI" emblazoned across the back in blood-red, shimmering cursive. He looks out into the booing legions of fans. He looks a bit hesitant this evening, but smirks at the raucous reaction.

Chase: THERE HE IS!

Harvey: There... He... Is.

Jenny holds the Overdrive Championship up to Envi and he leans in to plant a kiss on the belt's face. He then stands upright and allows her to gently place it over her shoulder before she hands him the microphone, gives him a wink and disappears to the back.

Harvey: Evan Envi has claimed all night that there is a... Well... A conspiracy against him and "Lady Overdrive." Someone up top doesn't want them to be together, apparently.

Chase: It's a travesty! How DARE Amy Zing?!

Harvey: What?!

Evan, with a running start, hops up onto the apron on one-knee and slides across with a sickening grin on his face before hopping up to stand atop the turnbuckles, screaming out to the jeering fans. The "King of Overdrive" finally hops down into the ring and hands the ring jacket to the referee, scolding him to be careful with it before he turns toward the audience with "Lady Overdrive" still over his shoulder and the microphone in hand. His music fades and Evan smirks through the thunderous, booing crowd and says merely two words.

Evan: Real. Wrestling.

The crowd boos and Evan grins, tossing the microphone to Nicky Paige and shaking his head, clapping his hands as he hypes himself up for combat.

SINGLES MATCH
Amy Zing Vs Evan Envi


Amy Zing bounces in place as the bell rings. Envi begins mouthing off at Zing and the two step towards each other. Evan not worried about his opponent's size slaps Amy Zing across the face and the crowd gets rowdy with cheers as Amy Zing jumps and nails Envi with a spinning heel kick! Evan Envi pops back up and Amy Zing hits him with another kick! Envi pops back up wobbly and Amy Zing springboards off the ropes and sends a boot right into Envi's grill sending him right back to the canvas.

Sliding out under the bottom ropes, Evan Envi holds his mouth and grunts in pain as his eyes lock in on Amy Zing standing triumphantly in the ring. Envi pulls himself up onto the ring apron is rushed by Amy Zing but Envi throws in a knee through the middle rope, catching Zing in the ribs. Envi uses the top rope and springboards himself over a bent over Zing, trying to hit a Sunset Flip but Amy Zing catches her feet on his shoulders and nails a sick reverse Hurricanrana!!!!!

Chase: Ouch! What speed and ring intelligence Amy Zing possesses to catch someone in a Sunset Flip and turn it into a hurricanrana!

Envi crawls away from Zing, crawling on his back as he moves away from the approaching Zing. Envi kicks out at Zing's knee and catches her in the right leg. Envi pops up from the canvas, hits the far ropes and dives at Amy Zing with a beautifully executed Spear crumpling Zing to the mat hard.

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Evan sends Amy into the ropes and Zing ducks a clothesline. Amy flies onto Envi with a cross body press. Zing grabs Envi around the throat. Envi struggles and gags as the air is being blocked from his passage. In desperation, Envi kicks his feet up and the momentum sends Amy Zing through the middles ropes and crashing to the outside. Envi grabs the top rope...vaults himself over...DIVING SPINNING HEEL KICK!

Chase: How is Amy Zing’s head still on her shoulders?!?!?!

Envi hurries and jumps to the apron, he leaps and springboards, spinning around in air and clapping a flying knee into Amy's face. Evan rolls to follow through and slides back into the ring and sits in the corner soaking up boo’s.

Harvey: Amy Zing is clearly outmatched.

Envi raises his fingers in the air like he’s directing the audience in their boos. Zing has rolled to her feet and comes up behind Envi, reaches through the ropes and grabs each side of his head. She starts thrusting his head forward and back on to the turnbuckles to the delight of the crowd. The referee tries to break the grip. Envi kicks and squirms. Amy Zing breaks the hold and Envi scurries from the corner and gets to his feet, very angry. As Amy reenters the ring, Evan Envi runs over with a sick kick to Zing's knee, kicking it backwards and wobbling her and causing her to fall through the ropes. Envi scrambles to his feet and swings into a perfectly placed Roundhouse Kick that cracks Zing in the chin and spins her around.

Harvey: That’s payback from earlier!

Envi leaps up and slaps on a Sleeper hold with his legs wrapped around Zing's midsection from behind. She crumples under both of their weight. Zing grabs at Envi but can't break the tight sleeper applied to her head. Envi leans back to add on more pressure and Amy looks like she is fading fast. Envi quickly releases the hold and jumps up and nails a standing moonsault with his knees tucked into Zing's neck and shoulder before spinning around and reapplying the sleeper. Envi’s face looks enraged as he feels the life of Amy leaving her body. Envi lets go of the sleeper and grabs Zing's head from behind and drives repeated knees into the back of her head, a few of the knees crash into her neck and spine. Envi throws her head back down to the mat with a thud and covers her, tasting victory...

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Harvey: Envi is an equal opportunity offender. He doesn’t care if he’s facing man or woman, he’s going to show why he’s the best on Overdrive!

Chase: Evan Envi showing his ruthlessness is nothing to be ashamed of. He wants others to get to his level!!

Evan Envi gets to his feet and begins screaming down at Amy Zing. He brushes his hands off over Zing's face and rushes back to the far ropes. Envi coming back hits a springboard moonsault (Lionsault) and goes for another pinfall attempt.

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Envi slaps the canvas and pops up going after the referee who tells him it was only a 2 count. Envi waves him off, displeased with the ref’s count and turns back to Zing. Envi picks Amy up by the hair and tries to lock in another sleeper hold, but Amy grabs the top of his head and drops with a vicious jawbreaker! Amy Zing comes alive and wallops Envi with a stiff punch to the jaw followed by a sick Pele’ kick that sends Envi to the mat. Both competitors get to their feet and Evan Envi runs right into a lifted knee to the gut. Amy Zing grabs Envi in a side headlock and begins drilling him with single shots. Envi picks Zing up and tries to drop her with a back suplex, but Zing backflips off of his shoulders. Envi twirls around and folds onto the canvas like a cheap card table from a wicked springboard roundhouse kick.

Harvey: That'll leave a mark!

Amy Zing jumps up and comes down with a Knee Drop to the jaw of Evan Envi. Envi curls up, grabbing his head as he bounces around in pain from the repeated abuse given to his jaw. Zing hits a standing moonsault and covers Evan for the pin...

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Zing springs up and lifts Envi off the mat, Zing grabs him by the waist and lifts him for a Gutwrench Powerbomb but Envi turns it into a hurricanrana of his own and sends Zing falling over the middle rope. Envi pushes up to his feet in a hurry and dips through the ropes, getting himself to the outside ring apron. With Zing dangling over the middle ropes, her arms and head are hanging a bit to the outside. Envi runs alongside the ring apron and Big Boots the side of Zing's head. Zing falls over sideways, her momentum taking her back into the ring. Envi turns and smiles at the fans soaking in the boo’s before dipping back into the ring himself.

Chase: Envi is being resourceful with his wealth of knowledge.

Harvey: Don’t sell Zing short, she’s holding her own!




Inside the ring, Envi decides it's time to take the victory. He grabs an arm and pulls on Zing, trying to get her to her feet. Zing gets up but slowly and shoves Envi back, Envi hits the ropes and bounces right into a flying knee! Zing shows that was a desperation move as she crumples down to one knee and holds her aching head. Envi falls to the mat holding his jaw. The referee looks down at both MegaStars and isn't sure what to do. Envi lifts his head and as the daze leaves his sight, he locks eyes with Zing. They stare at each other. Zing pushes up and rises to her feet. Envi tries to get to his feet but Zing takes another roundhouse kick to Envi’s head but he ducks it and lurches up as she spins back around...GUESS WHO?!?!?!


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Paige: The winner of this match and STILL OVERDRIVE CHAMPION...EVAN ENNNVIIIIIIIIIII!!!!


Evan, exhausted rolls to the outside and GRABS Lady Overdrive and holds it up for all to see. The crowd boos loudly. Amy zing slowly gets to her feet with help from the ref frustrated.

Harvey: WOW! What a performance by Amy Zing tonight!

Chase: Maybe so but she didn't get the job done. She can keep her head high, but Evan will keep the title.

Harvey: That's all we got tonight folks. We'll see you next week!

Evan backs away clinging to his title as the crowd boos and the show goes off the air.