Meltdown! - Maracaibo, Venezuela - May 6, 2013

[Evan De Parker]

Dark Match
Mr Dangerous vs. Alex Bankmanship (With Demarvelous)

Straight away Alex attacked Mr Dangerous from behind along with his tag team partner Demarvelous and both of them were stomping down on Mr Dangerous in the ring as Demarvelous gets out of the ring to see his tag team partner continue the match on his own.

Mr Dangerous gets up as Alex gives Mr Dangerous the tornado DDT as he then sets Mr Dangerous up for the twist of fate only that Mr Dangerous pushed Alex to the ropes and he gives Alex a clothesline as he pins him.

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Mr Dangerous kicks out as he then gets up and then he uses a suplex onto Alex as his tag team partner tries to distract Mr Dangerous only for Mr Dangerous to punch him to the outside and then Mr Dangerous picks up Alex and he goes for a Neckbreaker, but without the referee's knowledge, Demarvelous reaches beneath the ropes and grabs Dangerous' leg! Dangerous hesitates, and this moment is all it takes for Bankmanship to level him with a punch to the jaw and a rollup!

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Winner: Alex Bankmanship

LAST WEEK...

Paige: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a WEAPON OF CHOICE match. Each participant will bring to the ring one weapon that may be used legally in this match.

We cut to clips of the two teams from one of last week's main events-- in one corner, The Guv'Nor and Michael Jennings, while in the other, stand Robina Hood and Billy Pepsi.

West: Is there really a bigger force than The Guv’nor on Meltdown right now?

Harris: I think Sienna Harrison might dispute that.

We cut to clips of the match, including Billy Pepsi attempting to use his aluminum Pepsi can, while Robina uses brass knuckles! The Guv'Nor wears glass-covered Tapei boxing gloves, but the referee reminds him that he can't strike Robina Hood!

Regardless, we cut to a clip of Guv'Nor and Jennings gaining the upperhand, trading the lead in the match with their opponents, Pepsi and Hood!

West: What now? Sienna Harrison has got no business out here!

The camera slows, slightly, as Sienna Harrison's grinning face is visible from the ramp... And the crowd roars as the Guv’nor drops down off the apron and goes to confront Sienna, but she turns and high tails it out the back. Robina, witnessing this, gives pursuit and attacks The Guv’nor. Her attack doesn’t quit pan out though, and she retreats backstage with the Guv’nor chasing her. Meanwhile in the ring Jennings has turned the tables on Pepsi and nails him with a gut wrench suplex. Now Jennings takes hold of his sledgehammer and lines up Pepsi. However, Billy reads it and is quick to cower behind the ref. Elliot Von Wilderspin rolls in another over-sized aluminium can for Billy. He shakes it up and tries to spray it over Jennings, but his aim is awry and he instead gets the referee.

In desperation Billy throws the can at Jennings, but again he misses. But it distracts Jennings and allows Billy to kick him on the knee. As Jennings hobbles about, Pepsi takes the sledge and slams it into the side of Jennings’ head. Pepsi makes the cover, the ref recovers himself and counts.

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West: A match that descended into complete and utter chaos in the end, but once again Billy Pepsi scoring victory under controversial circumstances!

Harris: I think the score is corporate franchise 1, anti-social delinquent 0.

We cut to the ring later in the night where Sienna Harrison smirks as she makes an announcement before the live audience, standing next to Hannah Storm, with the ring surrounded by security.

Sienna: Next week, Billy Pepsi and the Guv'Nor will compete in a North American Title match. I've also decided... That at APW Mayhem, Billy Pepsi and Roy Speede will be facing off. On that same program-- Robina Hood and the Guv'Nor will be facing off. One of those bouts will be for the North American Championship.

I guess we'll figure out by the end of next week which match it's gonna be. Either way-- by May 19th, APW will be saved and with the odds stacked against him... We HAVE to get a respectable champion by then, wouldn't you say?

Respect

Respect

Respect

“Original Nuttah” hits and The Guv’nor steps out from the back to a huge pop. He’s got the North American Championship belt around his waist and a mic in his hand.

The Guv’nor takes a step forward, but he’s quickly blocked off by two security guards. He tries to reason with them, but they push him back. He makes a second dart, but again he’s cut off. Sienna loses it.

Sienna: THAT’S IT! GET HIM OUT OF HERE! GET HIM AWAY FROM MY RING! GET HIM OUT OF MY ARENA!

The Guv’nor is grabbed by three of the security guards and they try to hustle him back up the ramp, but he backs off mouthing ‘okay’ over and over as if he agrees this is the best course of action. The Guv’nor half turns away, then explodes and socks the nearest guard right on the chin, levelling him. A headbutt and a kick to the balls takes care of the next two. The rest of the entourage charges, but Guv’nor fights them all off with punches, kicks and stomps, adding a punctuation mark by grabbing the final guy and slamming him face first into the ring post. The crowd is hot as hell at this point, the noise of the cheers creating a deafening roar. The Guv’nor pulls off his ‘MADE IN HACKNEY’ t-shirt and throws it into the crowd before sliding into the ring and backs Sienna into a corner.

West: Oh boy! The Guv’nor’s got Sienna pinned in the corner of the ring, and she’s all alone. There’s no-one to help her out here.

Harris: I can’t believe he just laid waste to Sienna’ entire security team. Somebody in the back, get out here quick, save Sienna!

Sienna’s face is taken over by a look of sheer terror as The Guv’nor cocks his arm back for a punch. Sienna’s closes her eyes and Guv’nor throws the punch.....

Harris: HE’S GOING TO HIT HER! HE’S ACTUALLY GOING TO HIT SIENNA!

...but stops his clenched fist just inches from Sienna’s face. She opens her eyes after a couple of seconds, wondering where the impact is. She sees Guv’nor grinning back at her. He pinches her nose and chuckles to himself; Sienna breathes a heavy sigh of relief. Guv’nor turns away from Sienna...

BOOM!

He’s flattened with a crowbar shot to the head by a masked figure wearing the uniform of Sienna’s personal security.

West: What the hell is this!

Harris: I guess he missed one of them.

There is intense booing from the crowd. Sienna steps out of the corner with a big beaming smile and HUGS the masked security guard. The crowbar-wielding goon slowing removes the mask revealing them to be...

ROBINA HOOD!

West: I should’ve known!

Guv’nor is struggling to his feet. Robina halts him with a crowbar shot, this time to the back--- dropping Guv’nor to his knees. Robina lines up a third shot, this time connecting with the side of Guv’nor’s head, causing him to slump limply to the mat.

There is a demented faraway look in ‘The Perfect Megastar’s eyes as she slowly drops into a lotus position next to the KO’d North American Champion.

Robina: ...How utterly foolish of you.

I am not just another face Guv…and I’m definitely not some support act; I’m the Highlight of the Night, be it with a crowbar in my hand or just this simple microphone. Unlike the Muppets backstage I refuse to play second fiddle to anyone, especially some Cockney born div who is ruining the legacy of that precious Championship.

With her lips right next to Guv’nor’s ear, as well as the microphone, she spoke up once again.

Robina: If these words are the only one you’ll remember then hear them well…tick tock, the end of your title reign is nigh. Tick tock, the end of your career is nigh. Tick tock, when the clock stops I’ll be your demise. Tick tock, because I shall kill your career.

The crowd boos as Robina Hood kneels over the fallen body of the Guv'Nor, our scene fading to black.

"The Boy Who Destroyed the World" hits the PA system and the crowd roars as our cameras pan around the arena, searching for the grinning, bright faces of our fans in attendance!

“Original Nuttah” blasts from the PA. The Brazilian Massive are on their feet; they feel, like Shane West, that...

West: Business is about to pick up here in Maracaibo!

But The Guv’nor doesn’t look in the partying spirit as he stomps out onto the ramp and marches down to the ring. He takes off his designer sunglasses and throws them away, rips off his designer APW exclusive ‘MADE IN HACKNEY’ t-shirt, launches the North American Championship belt across the ring, grabs a mic and slides under the bottom rope.

Guv’nor: Cut that bloody music!

There is shock among the crowd. Guv’nor waits for the hubbub to die down.

Guv’nor: I’m not mucking about tonight, bruvs. Last week some slag took liberties with The Guv’nor, and now it’s time for someone to get their face smashed up.

The crowd cheer that; they’re always up for a proper tear up in Venezuela---- and I am not just talking about waxing strips.

West: I think business is REALLY about to pick up here in Maracaibo.

Guv’nor: Robina Hood, get your scrawny mug out here--- NOW!

There is a pop, but all goes silent except for a very vocal chant from somewhere in the middle of this sprawl of humanity.

ROMPER SU

ROMPER SU

ROMPER SU

Harris: What are they chanting?

West: Maybe they’re saying ‘Go Guv’nor’ in Spanish.
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The Guv’nor loses patience.

Guv’nor: Come on, miss perfect. I’m not waiting til Mayhem, so get down here because you’ve just gone and got your bloody card marked.
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The cheesy beat to Michael Jackson’s Pepsi Generation begins to play. There is a mixed reation --- some boo, some cheer, some just can’t but help laugh--- as Billy Pepsi steps out from the back, accompanied by Elliot Von Wilderspin, who is carrying the mic.

West: That clearly is not Robina Hood.

Harris: No kidding Sherlock. That is our next North American Champion.

The music cuts out as Von Wilderspin raises the mic and speaks as he and Billy walk down the aisle.

Von Wilderspin: Please, pardon the interruption. Believe me, we mean no disrespect. However I would like to remind you that it is Billy Pepsi, and not Robina Hood you need to concern yourself with tonight.

Billy Pepsi and Von Wilderspin step into the ring. The Guv'nor is clearly annoyed by the interruption. He’s mouthing off some inaudible, and no doubt crude, smack talk.

Von Wilderspin: Robina Hood should be the least of your concerns tonight. Tonight you have to deal with the inevitable prospect of walking into Mayhem without your North American Championship, because by the end of the night, it will be around this man's waist.

Elliot points to Billy who raises his arms and grins like an idiot. The fans now begin to boo. Billy gets angry and turns to mouth off to the crowd, but Elliot flicks him in the ear to stop him. Billy grabs his ear and shoots Elliot a dirty look.

Von Wilderspin: Now, we have been nothing but respectful to you, and I must say I find it disrespectful for you to be spending your time focusing on Robina when...

Billy snatches the mic out of Von Wilderspin's hands.

Pepsi: Blah, blah, blah. What Elliot was trying to say is that I am tired of you storming around this show like you own the place. This is my time, it's Pepsi time. Tonight I am going to kick your ugly Limey face in, take your title, march off to Mayhem, and then kick Roy Speede's ugly face in. Then this will be my show, and your lame little lover's quarrel with Robina Hood, and the boss lady will be history. So what I am out here to say is get your ugly jerk face out of the ring before I knock your block off bucko. Or as we say here in Venezuela... VOMANOS!

Elliot gulps and starts telling of Billy, looking at Guv’nor and speaking something we cannot hear, but from Elliot’s demeanour and bodily gestures could be an apology. Billy starts to argue back. Guv’nor fed up of this, raises his mic.

Guv’nor: Ladies, while I find the occasional cat fight of some entertainment value, I didn’t come hear you watch you two mugs squabble like a couple of girls about who’s got the most Barbie dolls!

Billy raises his mic.

Billy: Elliot does! I’ve seen his collection and everything. I only play with G.I. Joe.

Elliot turns beet red as the crowd start laughing. Guv’nor shakes off the image.

Guv’nor: Whatever bruv. The point is, why don’t we cut this Spanish cobblers--- no offense...

Guv’nor turns to the crowd and says.

Guvnor: ...and start speaking a language I think we can all understand.

There is a pop from the crowd as Guv’nor sticks the ‘ead on Elliot and goes after Billy. Fair play to Pepsi he doesn’t back down, takes up a boxing guard and even makes an attempt at shuffling about. Guv’nor looks like he’s about to replicate when...

“Money Maker” begins to play.

West: And just when it looked like this was about to get REALLY interesting.

Harris: How can you ever say no to a bit of Sienna Harrison?

The General Manager of Meltdown steps out from the back, she has a mic with her.

Sienna: Okay boys, let’s calm down. I don’t want anything to jeopardize tonight’s main event, so that means the pair of you saving the blows until that match. If you can’t behave yourselves, then I will suspend the pair of you indefinitely and without pay. Comprende?

Harris: Miss Harrison has spoken.

West: I’m not sure this crowd are in agreement.

Sienna waits for the booing to fade away, then continues.

Sienna: Now Guv’nor, I also came out to inform you that my perfect megastar, Miss Robina Hood, is not in the arena at this present moment. So this protest, this little tantrum of yours--- it ends NOW! Get out of my ring and get ready for your match!

Guv’nor goes to the ropes and starts mouthing off at Sienna. The crowd show their support for the champ. Billy stands behind The Guv’nor wagging his finger, like a child mocking an adult.

Sienna: Oh and speaking of your title defence tonight, one other thing. In the interest of fairness I have decided to add a stipulation or two. Firstly, our main event for the North American Championship is now a NO DISQUALIFICATION match.

West: Oh boy! Does Sienna know what she’s doing here?

Sienna: And given your tendency to just walk out of matches, I want to ensure a proper and decisive finish to this match. Therefore there will be count-outs, and Guv’nor, if you are counted-out, or you cannot finish the match for any reason whatsoever--- you will forfeit the North American Championship tonight!

West: This is outrageous; Sienna can’t do this.

Harris: She just did.

The crowd are booing this blatantly biased decision. Guv’nor remains unmoved in the ring, but turns to Billy Pepsi who is rubbing his hands.

Sienna: Good luck boys!

“Money Maker” hits, Sienna exits the stage. The Guv’nor retrieves the North American Championship belt and raises it in the air, causing the music to switch to “Original Nuttah”. The segment closes on a shot of Guv’nor backing out of the ring glaring at Billy Pepsi, who stands next to Elliot Von Wilderspin, selling pain in his jaw.

“Original Nuttah” blasts from the PA. The Brazilian Massive are on their feet; they feel, like Shane West, that...

West: Business is about to pick up here in Maracaibo!

But The Guv’nor doesn’t look in the partying spirit as he stomps out onto the ramp and marches down to the ring. He takes off his designer sunglasses and throws them away, rips off his designer APW exclusive ‘MADE IN HACKNEY’ t-shirt, launches the North American Championship belt across the ring, grabs a mic and slides under the bottom rope.

Guv’nor: Cut that bloody music!

There is shock among the crowd. Guv’nor waits for the hubbub to die down.

Guv’nor: I’m not mucking about tonight, bruvs. Last week some slag took liberties with The Guv’nor, and now it’s time for someone to get their face smashed up.

The crowd cheer that; they’re always up for a proper tear up in Venezuela---- and I am not just talking about waxing strips.

West: I think business is REALLY about to pick up here in Maracaibo.

Guv’nor: Robina Hood, get your scrawny mug out here--- NOW!

There is a pop, but all goes silent except for a very vocal chant from somewhere in the middle of this sprawl of humanity.

ROMPER SU

ROMPER SU

ROMPER SU

Harris: What are they chanting?

West: Maybe they’re saying ‘Go Guv’nor’ in Spanish.
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The Guv’nor loses patience.

Guv’nor: Come on, miss perfect. I’m not waiting til Mayhem, so get down here because you’ve just gone and got your bloody card marked.
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The cheesy beat to Michael Jackson’s Pepsi Generation begins to play. There is a mixed reation --- some boo, some cheer, some just can’t but help laugh--- as Billy Pepsi steps out from the back, accompanied by Elliot Von Wilderspin, who is carrying the mic.

West: That clearly is not Robina Hood.

Harris: No kidding Sherlock. That is our next North American Champion.

The music cuts out as Von Wilderspin raises the mic and speaks as he and Billy walk down the aisle.

Von Wilderspin: Please, pardon the interruption. Believe me, we mean no disrespect. However I would like to remind you that it is Billy Pepsi, and not Robina Hood you need to concern yourself with tonight.

Billy Pepsi and Von Wilderspin step into the ring. The Guv'nor is clearly annoyed by the interruption. He’s mouthing off some inaudible, and no doubt crude, smack talk.

Von Wilderspin: Robina Hood should be the least of your concerns tonight. Tonight you have to deal with the inevitable prospect of walking into Mayhem without your North American Championship, because by the end of the night, it will be around this man's waist.

Elliot points to Billy who raises his arms and grins like an idiot. The fans now begin to boo. Billy gets angry and turns to mouth off to the crowd, but Elliot flicks him in the ear to stop him. Billy grabs his ear and shoots Elliot a dirty look.

Von Wilderspin: Now, we have been nothing but respectful to you, and I must say I find it disrespectful for you to be spending your time focusing on Robina when...

Billy snatches the mic out of Von Wilderspin's hands.

Pepsi: Blah, blah, blah. What Elliot was trying to say is that I am tired of you storming around this show like you own the place. This is my time, it's Pepsi time. Tonight I am going to kick your ugly Limey face in, take your title, march off to Mayhem, and then kick Roy Speede's ugly face in. Then this will be my show, and your lame little lover's quarrel with Robina Hood, and the boss lady will be history. So what I am out here to say is get your ugly jerk face out of the ring before I knock your block off bucko. Or as we say here in Venezuela... VOMANOS!

Elliot gulps and starts telling of Billy, looking at Guv’nor and speaking something we cannot hear, but from Elliot’s demeanour and bodily gestures could be an apology. Billy starts to argue back. Guv’nor fed up of this, raises his mic.

Guv’nor: Ladies, while I find the occasional cat fight of some entertainment value, I didn’t come hear you watch you two mugs squabble like a couple of girls about who’s got the most Barbie dolls!

Billy raises his mic.

Billy: Elliot does! I’ve seen his collection and everything. I only play with G.I. Joe.

Elliot turns beet red as the crowd start laughing. Guv’nor shakes off the image.

Guv’nor: Whatever bruv. The point is, why don’t we cut this Spanish cobblers--- no offense...

Guv’nor turns to the crowd and says.

Guvnor: ...and start speaking a language I think we can all understand.

There is a pop from the crowd as Guv’nor sticks the ‘ead on Elliot and goes after Billy. Fair play to Pepsi he doesn’t back down, takes up a boxing guard and even makes an attempt at shuffling about. Guv’nor looks like he’s about to replicate when...

“Money Maker” begins to play.

West: And just when it looked like this was about to get REALLY interesting.

Harris: How can you ever say no to a bit of Sienna Harrison?

The General Manager of Meltdown steps out from the back, she has a mic with her.

Sienna: Okay boys, let’s calm down. I don’t want anything to jeopardize tonight’s main event, so that means the pair of you saving the blows until that match. If you can’t behave yourselves, then I will suspend the pair of you indefinitely and without pay. Comprende?

Harris: Miss Harrison has spoken.

West: I’m not sure this crowd are in agreement.

Sienna waits for the booing to fade away, then continues.

Sienna: Now Guv’nor, I also came out to inform you that my perfect megastar, Miss Robina Hood, is not in the arena at this present moment. So this protest, this little tantrum of yours--- it ends NOW! Get out of my ring and get ready for your match!

Guv’nor goes to the ropes and starts mouthing off at Sienna. The crowd show their support for the champ. Billy stands behind The Guv’nor wagging his finger, like a child mocking an adult.

Sienna: Oh and speaking of your title defence tonight, one other thing. In the interest of fairness I have decided to add a stipulation or two. Firstly, our main event for the North American Championship is now a NO DISQUALIFICATION match.

West: Oh boy! Does Sienna know what she’s doing here?

Sienna: And given your tendency to just walk out of matches, I want to ensure a proper and decisive finish to this match. Therefore there will be count-outs, and Guv’nor, if you are counted-out, or you cannot finish the match for any reason whatsoever--- you will forfeit the North American Championship tonight!

West: This is outrageous; Sienna can’t do this.

Harris: She just did.

The crowd are booing this blatantly biased decision. Guv’nor remains unmoved in the ring, but turns to Billy Pepsi who is rubbing his hands.

Sienna: Good luck boys!

“Money Maker” hits, Sienna exits the stage. The Guv’nor retrieves the North American Championship belt and raises it in the air, causing the music to switch to “Original Nuttah”. The segment closes on a shot of Guv’nor backing out of the ring glaring at Billy Pepsi, who stands next to Elliot Von Wilderspin, selling pain in his jaw.

We cut to Dick Harris and Shane West at the commentary booth.

West: I can't wait for our North American Title match tonight, Dick! Pepsi and Guv'Nor are ready to go... But somehow, I get a feeling that things aren't going to go as smoothly as some of our traditionalist fans might hope... Robina Hood is GOING to be here tonight, in action, in a rematch against Yanzel Holmes. She and the Guv'Nor haven't even been in the same city since last week's events... Things could get messy.

Harris: MESSY?! Messy describes our Street Fight between Savage and Tommy Knox. It describes our six-man tag match where Niobe teams up with the Trust to take on Michael Jennings and the Natural Born Killaz. Hell-- MESSY is our Handicap match coming up in a few moments!

West: Let's not forget we have London Carter versus Sampson Cyprus and a huge Tag Team Title contract signing tonight!

Harris: It all leads up to our North American Championship main event... But first... Let's take a look at how our beloved North American Title came to be.

May 20, 2012
APW Mayhem

“Raining Blood” By Slayer hit’s the PA System and the crowd jump to their feet in excitement.

Jeff walks out from behind the curtain in a suit, holding a black bag in his hand. Jeff walks down to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans at ringside.

Tony: Please Welcome at this time, the President of Action Packed Wrestling, HURRICANE JEFF!!

Jeff walks up the ring steps and gets into the ring through the ropes. He walks up to Tony Ferrari and shakes his hand before taking the microphone from him. Tony steps back to the corner of the ring and Jeff begins to speak.

Jeff: Tonight... I’m here to talk about the Future. A month ago, I made a huge announcement that APW would be running a 3rd show called, Meltdown...

The crowd cheers!

Jeff: And for the past month, I have to say, the show has been a huge success. Meltdown has been designed to build the megastars of tomorrow. The megastars of the future. And in just a few minutes, two Meltdown Megastars will battle it out to be the first ever, APW North American Champion. And let me share with you, the title they will be fighting for!

Jeff unzips the bag, pulls out the North American Title and holds it up for everyone to see.

We immediately cut to a clip of the inaugural contest!

With Yarmouth in the corner, Evan on the top ropes behind him, Evan Envi flips forward, grabbing Yarmouth's head, snapping it forward and turning the whole situation into a Reverse Blockbuster neck snap. The crowd claps showing their appreciation for innovative moves.

Hitting the canvas, Evan pops back up to his feet. He pulls and turns Yarmouth over onto his back. Evan speeds away, hitting the far ropes and as he comes back he hits a Running Shooting Star and makes the cover. The referee drops down and begins with the first slap.

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Chase: Oh that was close, what a beautiful showing of the Shooting Star as well, not too many hit it that well. This kid has a BRIGHT future in APW!

Harvey: Both of these men have the chance to make headlines. Meltdown has Arrived and this is our first crowning of a North American Champion!

He pulls Evan Envi up slowly, flips him to hit a Tombstone Piledriver but Evan slides off the side, throwing his foot up in a kick he connects with Yarmouth's gut right before he lands to the canvas on his feet. In a snap, Evan Envi drops Yarmouth with a Double Arm DDT. The fans erupt, knowing that Envi calls that move "The Blues" and either a pinfall or his "Helter Skelter" 450 will come next. He crawls and does go for the pin but pushes off Yarmouth breaking the pin before the referee drops to begin. Evan Envi stands to his feet and climbs out onto the ring apron slowly through the middle rope. He watches Jason Royce hurrying to get around to that side of the ring but he's too slow.

Evan Envi leaps up, springboards off the ropes and flies into the ring, hitting a 450 Springboard Splash right over the unconscious body of Yarmouth. The fans almost jump with the bounce of Evan Envi and the referee drops quickly and slaps the mat.

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The crowd erupts and Evan Envi falls against the ropes, a pleased, and broad smile on his face as he hugs the North American Championship!

Harris: Evan Envi has captured his first APW Championship and he did it against someone with more APW Experience! That alone should be commended. Congrats Evan, welcome to APW!

-COMMERCIAL!-

[Evan De Parker]

West: We're back!



"Drought" by Pelican starts playing over the loud speakers as the man known as Michael Jennings comes out from the back to a loud mixed reaction as Michael ignores the fans who are cheering him and continues to the ring with a walk of determination and a look of hate on his face. He looks like he wants to hurt somebody. The crowd cheers him as he enters the ring and starts posing. The music stops playing as Michael walks over to Hannah Storm who is there to interview him.

Storm: Michael, the…

Jennings pulls the microphone toward himself after it was facing away from him briefly.

Jennings: What in the hell is this? You’re trying to do an interview with me and you have the microphone way the hell over there! Now get it right and do your damn job!

This reaction actually draws cheers. Hannah is a bit unnerved but tries to start the interview again.

Storm: I’m here with Michael Jennings…

Jennings interrupts her again.

Jennings: Before I get into talking about this week’s match I have to address London Carter. Firstly let me say this. For somebody who talks all that smack you do have a habit of running and hiding once you get slammed by somebody on Twitter. Ellis Graham made you his bitch just like I did and all you did was just sit there and take it. You’re the biggest hypocrite nobody in this company and you’re all talk. You flipped me off and said that you made me famous.

Jennings flips off the camera.

Jennings: I flipped you off and you’re still a nobody just before. Shut your mouth and quit your bitching.

The crowd once again cheers this especially the smarks who know exactly what he’s talking about. The others are just cheering him anyway since they like his attitude and his recent actions on APW Meltdown television programming.

Jennings: But this week ain’t about London Carter and the rest of the idiot brigade on Twitter. This week is about Ellis Graham.

The crowd boos when he says this.

Jennings: Ellis, you ran and hid from me like a coward last week. The bottom line is I’m better than you, son. No matter how far that silver spoon you grew up with is stuck up your ass you’re still nothing more than a generic wrestler with no redeeming qualities whatsoever. All you care about is money. I don’t give a crap about money, fame, or any of that shit. No, I’m about coming on APW television and kicking somebody’s ass. I could care less who it is whether it be some idiot fan on Twitter or some douchetard from another organization. I duck nobody. The bottom line is my focus is on you. You’re just another rich snob scumbag with no charisma that is trying to make in this business. There is nothing special about you. There is one interesting thing about you and it’s that your hair looks like what happens after a guy cums in a chick’s ass. That’s the NICEST thing I can say about you other than that there are MUCH bigger idiots than you in other organizations. And you have been owning a few asses yourself on Twitter here lately but that doesn’t matter. The bottom line is, when the bell rings, I will kick your ass and there’s nothing you or your two little partners can do about. Speaking of them, Niobe Martin…pfft, give me a break. Like I’m supposed to buy the whole bad girl act when a few weeks ago on here you were sightseeing and getting your nails done. Evan McDonald, you’re nothing more than an Ellis Graham clone. Both of you will be feeling the wrath of myself and the Natural Born Killaz. They don’t put up with no shit and neither do I. Ellis, I want to kick your ass both tonight AND at Mayhem. Even if I’m not booked I will show up at Mayhem and I will beat the crap out of somebody. You can be guaranteed that but Ellis, tonight, you’d better hire some body guards or something because your ass is getting kicked in that ring and there ain’t NOTHING you can do about it.

The crowd cheers as Jennings is about to walk out but then stops and smirks.

Jennings: I don’t feel like waiting for the six man tag. I feel like kicking your ass right now. I’m calling you out right now, Ellis. You’ve got one minute…ONE MINUTE TO GET OUT HERE!

The crowd cheers as Jennings is now yelling at Storm about getting a clock to appear on the tron. After about thirty seconds one finally appears on the tron as he continues yelling at Storm. The crowd starts counting down once the clock reaches ten.

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The crowd boos as the time expires and Ellis Graham hasn’t shown up yet.

Jennings: If you won’t come out here I’ll come back and get ya!

He then quickly leaves the ring and storms to the back as the crowd is cheering him on.

Harris: Where is security?!

West: I don't know-- but I think Michael Jennings is making a beeline for the Trust, wherever they are!

Harris: AHHHH, SOMEONE STOP HIM!

The screen fades back to new signee the Red Scorpion. He’s talking on his phone...loudly.

Red Scorpion: Yeah...I’m excited to be here. I’ll be on top of this dump in no time. I’m going to make it far. Some places management doesn’t recognize true talent, they pick their favorites and make a glass ceiling for everyone else. I’m going to change that. Mhmmm, with Androctonus--

Despite talking on the phone, Scorpion flexes his free right arm in an attempt to show off his muscles…well, his slightly chunky arm.

Red Scorpion: And DeathStalker.

Awkwardly exchanging the phone to his other hand, Scorpion flexes his left arm, again a chunky thing (you might even say this arm’s chunkier than the other).

Red Scorpion: Anyway, I may have to start out in this Meltdown garbage can, but I brought my own title...the belt makes a man...and I’m a man. A big, stroooong, man!

Scorpion stands there listening and sees a worker walking by with a big box full of flowers, Scorpion sticks his foot out and trips the guy. The guys falls flat on his face and crunches on top of the box, he gets up and wipes himself off. He’s not mad as he didn’t see it was done on purpose. So he’s embarrassed that he fell and tries to play it off.

Worker: Welp, I can’t believe that happened. And that was strike three for me. Guess I get to get fired now…oh wells…

Red Scorpion: Can you hold on?

Scorpion puts his phone on a box next to him.

Red Scorpion: Hey! I saw you lunge at me like that, before you tripped all over your own toes. You want my Revolution title don’t you?! YOU CAN’T HAVE IT!!!!!

Worker: What?

He’s perplexed to say the least.

Red Scorpion: If you’re going to carry this belt, then you have to EARN IT!

Worker: What’s the Revol---

Red Scorpion: Watch me do me do you down!

Red Scorpion hits the floor and crawls around the guy as he looks confused. Scorpion scoops his leg pulls the guy over in a school boy pin, causing the worker to roughly hit his head on the ground. A referee in a red shirt jumps down to the mat and slaps the ground

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Referee: Winner and still APW Revolution Champ with a record of 1-0, Red Scorpion!

The worker is in a daze on the floor as Red Scorpion jumps up excitedly, punching his fist into the air. He glances momentarily down at his defeated opponent.

Red Scorpion: A title is like a rifle, chump-o: its usefulness depends upon the character of the user—aka, ME!

Scorpion holds the belt over his head and grabs his phone in an energetic fashion.

Red Scorpion: Boy you shoulda seen that win, you’d be all OVER me right now! By the way, can we have steak’ems when I get home? That would settle my stomach. People are already gunning for me...and they’re gunning for me because I’m the undefeated APW Revolution Champion!!!!!

There’s a pause as Scorpion can be seen smiling through his mask.

Red Scorpion: Thanks! Love you, Mom!!

Scorpion puts his phone in his pocket and grabs a flower and clinches it between his teeth he runs away with the belt held high over his head. The worker stands up looking confused.

Worker: Where am I…what is this place…?

Stricken with amnesia, courtesy of the Red Scorpion’s strike, the worker aimlessly wanders about the hallway as the scene cuts away.

The arena lights go out. “Requiem” by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra & Metallica begin to play. Golden sparks rain from the ceiling, illuminating Connor Murphy, who is standing and looking up with his arms raised in the air, and Gabriel Krown, who is on one knee in front of Murphy, looking up and his arms raised. The lights come back on.

Krown gets to his feet, and spins a bit, his robe flying behind him as he turns to stand next to Murphy. The two men walk to the ring, ignoring the jeers and boos from the crowd.

Paige: The following handicap match is scheduled for one fall. Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 462lbs, the team of Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown....SANG REAL!!!

The two men climb the stairs and walk along the apron before entering the ring. In the middle of the ring, the two strike the same pose as they did at the entrance. Krown gets to his feet and the two climb the turnbuckles to pose. Dismounting, the two move to their corner and disrobe.

West: They’re Irish second-generation wrestlers with a royal connection, and curiously a French name.

Harris: It means they’re cultured!

West: Whatever it means, Sang Real proved on debut last week they are not to be taken lightly. It seems their much hyped pedigree is right on the mark.

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: Introducing their opponent: from Pittsburgh, PA; weighing 200lbs...WARREN PEACE!!!

West: Warren Peace picked this fight with Sang Real. We know he is one of the gutsiest megastars on the roster, Dick, but even by his standards, this is ballsy taking on two wrestlers.

Harris: It’s pretty dumb if you ask me. Warren couldn’t beat these guys with Yanzel Holmes last week. He’s walking into a death trap here.

Handicap Match
Warren Peace vs. Sang Real (Connor Murphy & Gabriel Krown)

The bell hasn’t even rung before Sang Real are all over Warren, clubbing him down to his knees. Krown then lands a knee smash to the face and Warren stumbles back onto the ropes. Murphy moves and delivers a vicious back hand chop to the chest, so stinging that Warren doubles over with the pain. Krown lifts Warren upright and plants a hard right square between the eyes. Murphy Irish whips Warren into a corner, then grabs his party and whips him into the corner, Krown nailing a back elbow smash to the face. Warren staggers out of the corner and falls face first to the mat. Sang Real begin to stomp all over him. Murphy lifts Warren to his feet and delivers a European uppercut, sending Warren onto the ropes. Murphy runs in looking for a big boot, but Warren counters with a back body drop and sends him over the top rope and out of the ring. However before Warren can recover Krown charges in and clotheslines Warren over the top to the outside.

West: Here’s the problem Warren Peace faces. He’s always against two wrestlers. If he takes care of one, the other is waiting to swoop.

Harris: I’ve got no sympathy for him. He created this situation, now he has to learn the hard way: you can’t throw your weight around and try to bully the new guys. Especially royalty!

On the outside Sang Real continue to beat down on Warren Peace, this phase of action culminating with them double whipping Peace into the steel ring steps. The ref gives them a serious reprimand about that, but they ignore him. Krown rolls Warren back into the ring and climbs to the middle rope; Murphy rolls into the ring and lifts Warren and delivers a backbreaker as Krown comes off the ropes with an elbow drop. Both members of Sang Real make a lazy cover...

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West: Sang Real may have had Warren Peace beat then. If they had both made the cover, I can’t see how Warren would kick out. That was very unprofessional.

Harris: They’ve got him exactly where they want him. Sang Real are in complete control.

Sang Real now have Warren on his feet, they whip him into the ropes and hit a running knee double team, sending Warren head over heels onto the mat. Warren gets to his feet selling pain in his back, Sang Real run him down with a double clothesline. They neglect the opportunity to make another cover, Murphy this time giving Krown instructions to get something from outside the ring. Krown walks over the time keeper’s table and grabs a folded steel chair.

West: There is no need for this! Come on, this is totally barbaric!

Krown slides the chair under the ring for Murphy, but as he tries to retrieve it Warren rolls him up from behind with a school boy...

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The Irishman gets to his feet quickly, but so too does Warren who runs him over with a clothesline. Krown slides back into the ring, Warren cuts him off with a toe kick to the gut and plants Krown with a DDT. As Murphy starts to get to his feet Warren rebounds off the ropes and nails a low dropkick. Warren covers Murphy...

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West: Warren Peace is going to take this!

Krown makes the save!

Krown is quickly on the assault, stomping all over Warren, who rolls to the corner seeking refuge. However, Krown follows and delivers a series of back hand chops. Krown then gets a call from his partner behind, Krown whips Peace straight into a powerslam from Murphy. Sang Real strike out a pose and get some heat from the live crowd. There is a conversation between the tag team and they agree on something. Krown lifts Warren and tosses him to Murphy, who takes Warren into a gut wrench. Murphy tries the toss, but Peace counters with a back body drop, then tries to fend Krown off with right and lefts. Warren backs Krown onto the ropes, but the Irishman counters with a headbutt. Warren is knocked backwards and straight into a big boot from Connor Murphy.

West: The extra man just comes into play every time for Sang Real.

Harris: The words ‘bitten off’ and ‘chew’ come to mind.

West: I think, in this case, I may have to agree with you Dick.

Murphy lifts Warren and this time nails him with a gut wrench bomb. Murphy makes the cover...

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Murphy slaps the mat with anger. He lifts Warren again and delivers another gut wrench bomb, then throws out some instructions to Krown, who applies Checkmate (Sharpshooter) on Warren. Murphy is stomping on the back of Warren’s neck for good measure. Warren cries out in a pain, and looks like he might tap, but the former North American Champ grits his teeth and starts pushing towards the ropes. Murphy stomps down hard on Warren’s head and he’s flat on his face again. Krown applies more pressure, struggling to maintain his own balance as he torques the move as much as possible. Warren is up on his hands, he’s fighting, he’s reaching for the ropes...

West: He’s got just a couple of inches to go...

...Murphy stomps down hard on Warren’s reaching foot, then applies a crossface.

West: Double submission!

Harris: Warren Peace is going to have to tap...Sang Real will break him in half!

Warren has gone worryingly limp, and his reaching hand has flopped to the mat. The ref has a check on him, lifts a hand, but it flops back to the mat.

ONE!

The ref does the same again; the hand drops.

TWO!

The ref lifts Warren’s hand for a third time and holds it there. Murphy screams at the ref to get on with it. The ref let’s go...

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NO! Warren keeps a hand in the air. He slams it hard down on the mat once, then reaches....reaches....reaches....

West: He’s got it! Warren Peace has his hand on the bottom rope.

There is a huge pop from the crowd. Both members of Sang Real are furious. Gabriel Krown grabs the folded steel chair introduced earlier, throws it to Connor Murphy...

CRACK!

Murphy levels the rising Peace. The ref immediately calls for the bell and whispers something to Nicky Paige.

Paige: The winner of this match, by disqualification...WARREN PEACE!!!

Sang Real are standing over Peace. The ref comes across and starts to rebuke them. Gabriel Krown grabs the ref and tosses him through the ropes to the outside. Both members of Sang Real drop down and start pummelling Warren. This transitions to a barrage of stomps and kicks. After a full minute of this, Murphy lifts Warren and holds him up from behind. Krown grabs the steel chair and jabs it into the gut of Warren, then cracks it across Warren’s back.

West: There is absolutely no need for this. They’ve made their point!

Krown drops the folded chair on the mat, Murphy lifts Warren and delivers Murphy’s Law (Vertical Brainbuster) onto the steel chair. Krown and Murphy stand over Warren who is completely unconscious. They raise their hands, basking in the heat from the crowd. They turn and leave the ring, making their way back up the ramp.

West: This has been a heinous, despicable, barbaric assault on one man by these sons of bitches.

Halfway down the ramp Gabriel Krown stops Connor Murphy. They look back at the ring and start heading that way.

Harris: I don’t think they’re through just yet.

Krown climbs to the second rope as Murphy sets up Warren, and Sang Real complete the backbreaker/flying elbow drop double team. Murphy slides out of the ring and pulls a table out from under the ring. Krown takes it from him and drags it into the ring. Next Murphy hands Krown a bag. Gabriel smiles and empties the bag over the canvas, revealing its contents to be hundreds of thumbtacks.

West: Oh God--- what now?

Next Murphy pulls out a carton of flammable liquid. Krown sets up the table over the highest concentration of thumbtacks, and the table is doused by Murphy. There is a deathly silence as Murphy throws Krown a lighter and he sets the table alight. Murphy grabs Warren with a gut wrench.

West: Oh no--- NO! DON’T DO THIS! THIS IS SICK!

CRASH!!!

West: SANG REAL HAVE JUST DESTROYED WARREN PEACE!

Harris: Gut wrench bomb through a flaming table! This is unreal.

“Requiem” (how fitting!) begins to play as Sang Real stand over what remains of Warren Peace. Ring staff are in quickly with fire extinguishers, but Sang Real don’t care. They high-five and exit the ring with Cheshire Cat like grins on their faces.

*Cut to Meltdown Supershow Advertisement*

We’re back at ringside where EMTs are attending to Warren Peace. They have him loaded on a gurney and are slowly wheeling him up the ramp, an oxygen mask over his face. We hear Shane West’s voice, speaking in a solemn tone.

West: Ladies and gentlemen, we may have just witnessed the most barbaric act ever seen on Meltdown. I have to condemn the actions of Sang Real tonight. What they just did to Warren Peace was despicable--- it crossed the line, Dick.

Harris: Look, Warren Peace chose this fight. He knew what he was getting into. Sang Real are a couple of hungry dogs. They wanted to make a statement, and tonight they did that.

West: Well our best wishes to go Warren Peace, but I assure you folks, this is not the last we’ll hear of this.

The EMTs stop the gurney at the top of the ramp. There is a movement from Warren--- HE RAISES AN ARM IN DEFIANCE! The crowd pop at the spirit of Warren Peace.

West: I don’t believe this! Warren Peace will never let his spirit be broken! But what the Hell is this!?

Sang Real charge out from the back, scatter the EMTs, then run the gurney to which Warren is strapped off the stage and crashing 15 feet to the concrete floor. There is stunned silence inside the arena, which turns to jeering as Sang Real raise their arms in the air.

West: Oh my God! Somebody get down there fast! Sang Real--- these bastards--- they may have just ended the career of Warren Peace!

The scene fades as the medical staff run to the aide of the former North American Champion.

Harris: Yeeesh...

West: ...We'll be back after the break, folks.

Monday Night Meltdown
July 16, 2012

Raab picks Envi back up and takes him to the corner and kicks him in the mid section and then gives him a chop. He brings Envi over to the ropes and gives him an Irish whip. Envi hit’s the ropes and Raab puts his head down. Envi comes, grabs Raab by his head and gives him a Tornado DDT! Both guys lay on the mat.

West: This may be the turning point of this match.

Harris: I don’t know who I want to win! I want Envi to continue wrestling on Meltdown but Raab certainly deserves a crack at the North American belt with this performance tonight!

Raab gets to his feet first and then Envi does. Raab goes for a punch and Envi blocks it and comes back with punches of his own. Envi hit’s the ropes, comes back and Raab picks him up for a side walk slam, but Envi counters with a head scissor takedown. Raab gets to his feet and Envi takes him back down with a dropsault. Raab is getting up and Envi grabs him, turns him around and drops him with a reverses DDT. Envi covers, hooking the leg:

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West: Look out folks…here comes Evan Envi with a fury! There is a reason why the whole world is talking about Envi!


Envi is up and goes after Raab and Raab takes him down with a drop toehold and then grabs Envi’s ankle and locks in the ankle lock.

West: This is it! No way Envi weasles his way out of this move!

Raab is on his feet while twisting Envi’s ankle. Envi fights the pain and is able to get to his feet. With Raab holding the ankle, Envi manages to turn himself and then jump and nails Raab with an Enziguiri. Raab stays on his feet, dazed and Envi kicks him and plants him with a double arm DDT.

Harris: Good grief! You can still see Raab’s face implanted in to the ring!

Raab is down and Envi goes onto the ring apron and climbs to the top rope.

West: This could be the end of Stefan Raab! It looks like Envi’s going for the Helter Skelter (450 Splash)!

Harris: Raab needs to move out of the way and quick!

Envi stands tall in the corner as every fan in the arena is on their feet. However, before Envi notices, Carmen Rivera makes her way through the crowd and shakes the ropes underneath him causing Envi to land on the turnbuckle awkwardly. Raab slowly comes to life and sees the opportunity that he’s been waiting for a hooks Evan’s arm over his head and stands tall for a superplex. Envi doesn’t have a clue where he as the crowd again rises to their feet. Raab hoists Evan backwards with a superplex and both men come crashing hard down to the mat.

West: Oh my! This has been an incredible match and there won’t be any shame in either man taking the pin!

Harris: But it looks like it’s going to be Raab taking away the gold!

“The Killerplauze” crawls over to the downed Envi and drapes an arm over the champion while the referee jumps in position.

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The referee stands nose to nose with Rivera, as Raab can’t believe that he was just robbed of the North American championship. He’s leaning over the ropes and yelling towards the referee as Rivera has him tied up. Envi reaches down in his pockets to pull out a pair of brass knuckles and waits for Raab to turn around. As soon as Stefan turns his head, Envi levels him across the chin with a massive knockout punch and slides the brass knuckles out of the ring. Envi runs over and screams at the referee to get in the ring as he hooks the leg of “The Killerplauze.”

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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, and still APW North American champion….Evan Envi!

West: I can’t believe that Envi stole a victory from Raab that way! And all thanks to Carmen Rivera!

Harris: Wait a second…what’s happening here?

The referee slides back in the ring while Rivera picks up the set of brass knuckles that Envi threw out previously and the bell rings as Envi looks exhausted.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, earlier this evening, Carmen Rivera won the right to cash in her golden ticket at any moment against the North American champion. The referee has validated her ticket and has declared that the match begins right now!

Harris: WHAT?!

Envi takes advantage and dropkicks her out of the ring. Evan grabs his title and begins to make his way up the ramp but APW Undisputed Champion Kurt Noble meets him halfway up the ramp and causes Envi to slowly backpeddle towards the ring.

West: I can’t believe it! Kurt Noble’s here and he’s forcing Envi to get back in the ring! He’s showing him how a true champion carries himself!

Harris: These two have been jaw-jackin’ for a few weeks now and it looks like Noble’s going to win this exchange!

Envi backs up and eventually runs in to the apron where Rivera is waiting. She grabs him by the hair and lifts him up on the apron. She drives her shoulder in to the stomach and slingshots herself over the top rope and on to the outside, carrying Envi with her for a powerbomb on to the exposed concrete floor. Envi looks to be completely out of it as Rivera rolls him back in the ring. She helps him back up and bounces off the ropes, spinning in mid-air for the “Maxed Out” (Cartwheel Bomb). She goes for the cover…

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Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and NEW APW North American Champion…Carmen Rivera!

West: She’s done it! She’s done it!

Harris: Envi did everything he could to hold on to that belt but Rivera caught him at the inopportune time and cashed in! I can’t believe it!

West: What’s going to happen now that the Envi era is done on Meltdown?!

We fade to black as Carmen Rivera celebrates with her newly won North American Championship.

-COMMERCIAL!-

[Evan De Parker]

The scene cuts backstage where a cameraman appears to be sneaking towards a locker room with its door ajar. The door says: "Reservada por la Dirección del Estadio: Elvis Graham & Kevin McDonald". The cameraman sneaks up and opens the door enough to show Ellis & Evan talking.

Ellis Graham: ...no, man, I get all that. We're the number one contenders to the tag team titles, but that still doesn't make me feel any better about Matt Jenkins!

The crowd pops in honor of the most unlikely hero in APW history, Michael Jennings.

You know! This is all Grover's fault!

Another pop for North American champion, The Guv'Nor.

Ellis Graham: If that no-talent alcoholic would've just done the right thing and handed Jenkins the belt, he'd be off having to worry about Rhonda Goode or Ron Spade instead of chasing us around week after week.

Evan McDonald[/u]: Don't worry. We'll take care of him in the ring tonight.

Ellis Graham: That's not gonna stop him! He's a damn hobo! He doesn't care if he loses! Grover pinned him and he just got crazier!

Evan McDonald[/u]: So what are you thinking? We get the jump on him before the match?

Ellis appears to be thinking about his decisions, holding his chin in his hand with his pointer finger tapping his mouth.

Evan McDonald[/u]: Well?

Ellis Graham: ...No. A guy like that LIKES getting beaten. He gets fueled by violence. We need to find a different way...something that shows him that while he's got the more powerful smell, we have the more powerful brains.

Evan McDonald[/u]: What do y...HEY!

Evan faces the camera, noticing the eavesdropper. He storms over to the door and slams it shut, knocking the camera askew. The scene cuts back to the arena.

Shane West: Looks like The Trust is concerned about Jennings tonight!

Dick Harris: They should be worried about NBK as well. If they're worried about Jennings' smell, Titan & Roberts are in a league of their own.

Shane West: Seriously, what does any of that have to do with wrestling?

Dick Harris: Well, why don't you go up to Jennings and ask him if he thinks his smelliness is a factor in the ring?

West: Well, let's get back to the ring for our next contest!

The ominous organ tones of Ozzy Osbourne's Mr. Crowley begin to play over the loud speakers.

Paige: Coming to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds...SAMPSON...CYYYYPRUS!

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.

Shane West: Cyprus is in this match tonight after getting involved last week in London Carter's match against Jace Savage.

Dick Harris: See, where I come from, someone helps you out, you tell them thanks. Kids these days.

The arena grows dark, the bass in the speakers bump before the beat by Wiz drops.

Paige: His opponent, weighing in at one hundred seventy-five pounds...LONDON...CAAAAARTER!

Gangbang blares through the speakers, forcing the lights to flicker on and off, silver and black pyro fall from the top as London makes his way from behind the curtain, playing to the crowd, he acknowledges the cheers as she makes his way down the ramp, sliding in the ring, he turns and bounces of the ropes playing to the crowd once more.

Shane West: How will Carter overcome an 85-pound weight difference?

Dick Harris: Yeah! That's like a whole Paige!

DING DING DING!

Sampson Cyprus
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Cyprus charges Carter, hoping to close gap and prevent Carter from playing hit-and-run. Carter ducks and catches Cyprus as he turns around with an enziguri that drops Cyprus to one knee. Carter goes off the ropes but Cyprus lunges forward with a huge clothesline that causes Carter to turn inside out as he hits the mat. Cyprus goes for an early cover

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Cyprus gets up and kicks Carter in the gut before he can mount any offense, then grabs him and delivers a gutwrench suplex. Cyprus wipes his hair from his face as he plans his next move. He pulls Carter up but holds him arm and goes for a short-arm Clothesline, but Carter ducks then grabs Cyprus around the waist, lifts him up and delivers a belly-to-belly suplex. Both men are down from the effort and impact.

Shane West: Wow! How'd Carter pull that off!

Dick Harris: Calm down, Ripley. Cyprus is only 260.

Carter goes to make a cover but Cyprus pokes Carter in the eye, then rolls over to his knees as the red admonishes him. Cyprus gets up first and catches Carter with a big boot that drops London right back down to the mat. Cyprus goes for a cover, but Carter counters into a small package!

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Cyprus gets out and up and stomps Carter in anger for being outsmarted. Cyprus then picks Carter up to his feet, but London rolls backwards to get away, then runs at Cyprus. Sampson tries a knifehand chop but Carter ducks under, jumping at the ropes, landing on the middle rope and leaping back, hitting an Asai Moonsault on Cyprus! The crowd pops as Carter sets in the corner, waiting for Sampson to reach his feet.

Sampson slowly gets to his feet as London rushes at him and hits the Carter spear! The impact slams Cyprus' back to the mat and his head appear to whiplash into the canvas. Carter hooks a leg!

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Paige: Here is your winner...London CAAARRRRTER!

The ref raises London Carter's hand.

Shane West: David beats Goliath tonight in a match that will surely have London Carter moving up the Meltdown ladder!

Carter exits the ring as Cyprus begins to get up and the scene cuts to the backstage area.

The scene opens backstage, The Guv’nor is pacing backwards and forwards in what we assume is the locker room (judging by the fact it looks like a locker room). The crowd watching the ActionTron cheer. There is a knock at the door, The Guv’nor summons the visitor. It’s some random stagehand, but he’s wearing a look of nervous agitation.

Guvnor: What is it, bruv?

Stagehand: Guv’nor, someone just spotted Robina Hood in the arena.

Guv’nor heads straight for the door pulling it open. This gets the crowd hyped.

Guv’nor: Where?

Stagehand: Someone said she’s in the east wing.

Guv’nor: You’ve played a blinder sunshine.

Guv’nor is about to run off in pursuit, but he stops and darts back into the room. He returns moments later carrying a Samurai sword. He unsheathes it, tossing the casing away and heads off down the corridor.

West: Oh my God--- was that?

Harris: I tell you what, I wouldn’t want to be Robina Hood. Somebody better put out a red alert.

-COMMERCIAL!-

[Evan De Parker]

Monday Night Meltdown
August 13, 2012

West: It's finally here, Dick! The APW North American Championship will be decided in a steel cage...Carmen Rivera doesn't have anywhere to run this time!

Harris: Shane Borderland and Michael Lively are fantastic talents that know their way around a steel cage. I'd be very worried if I was Rivera!


The bell rings and all three megastars each check out the cage in their own respective corners of the ring. A referee padlocks the door shut and hands the key to the timekeeper next to the announce table as he drops it in a locked box for safe keeping. Lively is the first to strike, clubbing Rivera in the back of the head, and grabbing her by the tights, sends her flying head first in to the cage. She lands hard, folding up like a burrito, and drops to the mat. Borderland charges and lands on top of Lively after a Lou Thesz press, and rains down the rights and lefts with each punch causing the back of Lively's head to bounce off the mat. Borderland pulls him up off the mat and clutches him close for an exploder suplex, and quickly runs over for the pin before he realizes that the only way to win is to climb over the top of the cage. As Borderland goes to pull up Lively, Michael catches him with a well placed elbow to the midsection, and follows it up with a clothesline that drops Borderland down to the mat. By this point, Rivera is back to her feet, and she gets some revenge on Lively with a running bulldog that causes Lively to crush Borderland. She stands tall as both men are down on the ground.

West: The pace is fast and furious...I don't know if I can keep up! You have to have eyes in the back of your head to make sure you don't get leveled.

Harris: It's called keeping your head on a swivel and Lively just paid the price.

We cut to the three Megastars each gaining the upper-hand at points in the match, with the audience roaring for every counter-- every high-impact maneuver.

There seems to be some sort of disturbance happening in the crowd as they divide like the Red Sea, as Michael Harris comes bursting over the guardrail with a pair of lock-cutters in his hands.

Harris: Look! Michael Harris is here and he's going to make sure that the door doesn't stay locked for long!

He takes the dull end and plows through the referee conglomerate that tries to stop him, and begins working at hacking off the chains and the padlock that are holding the door in place. It takes him a few minutes but he finally gets them loose and the door swings wide open. He looks at Rivera and waves at her frantically, as Borderland makes eye contact with Harris and sees what's happening. Rivera and Borderland look at one another and begin racing towards the open door, both getting there at the same time and causing a traffic jam. They grapple with one another trying to squeeze through the entrance but neither megastar can gain the upper hand. Lively's started to regain consciousness after a horrific fall. Harris snickers on the outside, watching the two fight with everything they have, and grabs a hold of the door. Borderland or Rivera don't see Harris standing there as he runs towards the other side of the ring, opening the door as far as it would go, and then slams it on both of their heads.

West: What a cheap shot! He lured Rivera in to the opening and then crushed her skull.

Harris: What a brilliant move!

Lively is back up to all fours, as Rivera and Borderland are in la-la land after Harris' vicious strike. He sees the opening and begins crawling towards the door, shimming over their lifeless bodies, before falling outside of the ring.

Paige: Here is your winner, and NEEEEEEEEEW APW North American Champion...MICHAEL LIVELY!

The cage raises as Shane Borderland is being helped out of the ring by some trainers, and Lively is being attended to by a group of referees. However, Harris doesn't let anybody near a lifeless Carmen Rivera, who is laying in the center of the ring seemingly out cold. Moments ago Michael Harris had slammed the steel cage into her face and cost her not only the match but her North American Championship. We fade away.

We return backstage where Red Scorpion is standing at a concession stand behind three other people. He is flipping through the latest issue of APW magazine, ripping off the heads of the male wrestlers in pictures and replacing them with hand-drawn pictures of his mask. Right now we see Red Scorpion holding the Undisputed Championship at Rasslemania IX after defeating CJ Gates!

Red Scorpion: Ahhh, one day that’ll be me…

Scorpion now looks up at the line, frowning.

Red Scorpion: That is if I can ever get out of this LINE! Well forget this…

Scorpion pushes his way past the other three people in line and faces the concession stand owner.

Red Scorpion: One soda-pop. Less soda and more pop.

Clerk: Certainly….after you wait your turn like everyone else.

Red Scorpion: Baloney to that, I’m the APW Revolution Champion! That allows me to pull rank. Now give me my soda-pop, PLEASE?

Clerk: Listen, kid, I’m not in the mood. Just go to the back of the line and once you’ve waited, I’ll gladly give you your soda-pop.

Fan: Yeah, punk, get out of the way!

Scorpion strokes his chin in wonder.

Red Scorpion: Hmmm, interesting…they’re all hostile to me despite my title, which means they’re a threat, which means…THEY WANT MY REVOLUTION TITLE! MY FIRST TRIPLE THREAT!!

Setting aside his title belt, Red Scorpion drops the first customer with a dropkick, sending the man crashing straight through a nearby table. He grabs the next guy and suplexes him through a pane of glass. Finally, Red Scorpion turns his focus to the last customer…a sweet, little old lady. She smiles at him weakly, almost as if she’s oblivious to the carnage that played out around her, as she holds her cane.

Old Lady: You remind me of my grandson.

Red Scorpion grabs the old lady and delivers the Revolution Buster to her. She lies on the floor, lifting her head up and still wearing a smile as she bleeds from the top of the head.

Old Lady: Yep, just my like little Billy.

Scorpion grabs the three people and pins them with one hand on the chest of each man, and with his feet propped up on the granny’s head. The referee in the red shirt appears seemingly out of nowhere and makes the cover

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Scorpion jumps up and bounces around excitedly as his Revolution title is handed back to him.

Red Scorpion: HIP HIP HOORAY! HIP HIP HOORAY!, I did it! I actually did it! Two title defenses in one night, ALREADY! Hip Hip Hooray! Hip Hip Hooray! I’m the BEST there’s ever been!

Celebrating, Scorpion walks over to the concession stand where the owner is cowering. He pounds his fist down harshly on the countertop and then leans against it casually, looking over his victory.

Red Scorpion: Soda-pop, chump. Don’t make me go all Rough Riders on you. And remember, less soda, more pop.

Clerk: Okay, okay! Just don’t do anymore!

The clerk makes a soda for Scorpion and hands it to him. The Revolution Champion sips and then sighs pleasantly.

Red Scorpion: Ahhhh…tastes like…victory...well...DIET CHERRY VICTORY!!!!!!!

Scorpion walks away as the clerk continues to cower behind the concession stand. The amnesia-stricken worker from before walks into the scene and looks over the damage caused by the Red Scorpion.

Worker: What...Where…I must be lost in some sort of…post-carnage apocalypse. There’s only one thing for me to do…

The worker reaches down and grabs a napkin that is partially covered in blood. He ties it around his head, looking serious as he stands poised for action.

Worker: I...I...have to survive.

The scene cuts to ringside.

“Drought” by Pelican hits the PA system and the crowd goes nuts as Michael Jennings’ entrance video projects from the big screen. The cameras cut to Jennings signs throughout the arena, but, when they come back to the entryway, it is still empty.

Shane West: What’s going on? Usually, Jennings is pretty quick to come out, and you know he’s been anticipating another match with the Trust.

The music cuts for a moment, then starts up again, but still no sign of Jennings.

Dick Harris: Maybe he thought better of it.

The music cuts again, and the big screen cuts to a cameraman jogging over to the locker room Jennings was using…which has been forced shut from the outside! A pair of broom handles are wedged in the handles of the out-swinging door, making it impossible to open! You can see Jennings trying to bust the door down, but his attacks don’t seem to be making any headway.

Meanwhile, the camera cuts back to the ring where Ellis and Evan are laughing as hard as they can, giving each other a high-five and nudge Niobe Martin, who is also getting a kick out of Jennings’ non-presence.

Shane West: Oh no! Jennings has been literally locked out of this contest!

Dick Harris: Well…I guess the Natural Born Killaz get to try and win a handicapped match!

As the referee realizes Jennings isn’t coming and, lacking an interruption from someone else, decides he has no choice but to ring the bell as Niobe Martin and Jake Titan enter the ring.

DING DING DING!

6-man Tag Match:
Michael Jennings & Natural Born Killaz (Jake Titan & Leon Roberts)
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Niobe “Nightmare” Martin (with Tommy Knoxville) & The Trust (Ellis Graham & Evan McDonald)

Niobe and Jake circle each other for a moment, then go into a collar-elbow tie-up, which Jake wins and converts into a headlock. Martin gets Jake to the ropes and whips him across the ring. As he comes back, Niobe ducks her head for a back body drop, but Jake counters with a kick to the head, then a clothesline! Jake helps her to her feet only to scoop her up and slam her down! He picks her up by her hair and goes for a second scoop slam, but Martin gets her legs around Titan’s head and counters with a headscissor takedown! Niobe whips Jake into her team’s corner and tags in Graham, who then grabs Martin and whips her into the corner for a HUGE corner splash that drops Jake to his seat in the corner. Graham grabs the ropes and gives Jake a few kicks to the face and chest, then tags in McDonald. Evan enters the ring, then immediately heads over to Roberts and tries to hit him with a forearm shot. Leon blocks, then tries to enter the ring, but the ref stops him, allowing Graham to lock in an armbar using the ropes and Martin to kick Titan in the head from the outside.

Dick Harris: Looks like Niobe and the Trust are working very well together.

Shane West: It’s not exactly rocket science when the strategy is playing dirty.

The ref gets back to the match and Evan gets Titan to his feet. Evan smirks out to the crowd, then as Titan sways on his feet, Evan walks back to the ropes, then leans forward for a clothesline, but Titan ducks, turns and hits a dropkick to Evan’s face. The crowd goes nuts as Titan begins to crawl toward the corner. Evan gets up much faster and tags in Graham, but before he can get over to Jake he tags in Roberts to a huge pop! Roberts storms in as Graham holds up his hands and starts trying to reason with Leon. Leon responds with a huge punch to Graham’s face! Graham pops back up and gets another! McDonald tries to get in and turn the tide but Roberts take a step towards him and lifts his leg up to give Evan a big boot to the face!

Shane West: Roberts is on fire here!

McDonald rolls back to the outside as Leon picks Graham up and lifts him up for a big vertical suplex! Roberts goes for a cover…

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Roberts gets up and wipes his hair from his face as he waits for Graham to get up.

Tommy Knoxville: Hey Leon!

Roberts turns towards Knoxville, who is giving him a pair of middle fingers. Roberts rolls his eyes and turns back around…

…right into a spinning heel kick from Niobe Martin! The ref yells at Niobe to return to her corner, but the damage is done as Roberts is flat on his back beside Graham! Graham then pops up quickly and starts to stomp away at Roberts.

Dick Harris: Graham was playing possum! Brilliant!

Graham picks Roberts up and whips him towards the ropes. As Leon comes back, Graham lifts him up with his forward momentum and delivers the Dealbreaker! (spinebuster)

Dick Harris: Graham is trying to end it!

Titan starts to climb the top rope to mount a counterstrike, but Evan McDonald comes over and shakes the rope, crotching Titan on the turnbuckle! Graham sees Jake incapacitated and walks back over to Roberts and starts to grab his legs to apply the “Ellis Island” (Texas Cloverleaf submission).

Shane West: The numbers game looks to be too much for the Killaz to overcome.

Dick Harris: If Graham can get him flipped over, it’s over!

Graham has the legs locked in his arms, but Roberts is fighting the attempt to roll him on his back.

Suddenly, “Drought” by Pelican plays on the PA system. The crowd explodes and Graham stops in his tracks, dropping Roberts’ legs and looking out to the entryway.

Shane West: He’s here! He’s here! Jennings is here!

The crowd pops again as Jennings walks out from the entryway, staring a hole into a bug-eyed Graham as he stalks towards the ring. Graham just shakes his head in shock at seeing Jennings out here. You can see him mouth “No!” a few times. Graham once again begins walking backwards slowly, holding his hands up to try and reason with the man he locked in his locker room. Jennings suddenly picks up a run and slides into the ring…just as Graham bails out the other side! Jennings springs forward and baseball slides out to the other side before Graham can get away. Graham starts running around the ringside area as Jennings gives chase, only to suddenly be stopped by Tommy Knox, who appears almost completely oblivious to the chase.

Tommy Knoxville: Hey! I didn’t like the things you said about my girl! You better apologize!

Jennings wordlessly grabs Knoxville and hits the Empire Falls (Diamond Cutter)! Meanwhile, Graham has taken advantage of the distraction and hauled ass up the entrance ramp to escape. Jennings sees this and runs after him, both men quickly leaving to the backstage area as Michael tries to catch Ellis.

Meanwhile, in the ring Niobe Martin has entered back into the ring as Roberts starts to get up. As soon as Roberts turns towards her, Martin jumps up and executes a flawless huracanranna on Roberts! She stands up just as Jake Titan, who’s been recovering on the turnbuckle, gets to his feet and jumps off the ropes for the 134th Street Splash!

Titan connects but Niobe uses his momentum to counter the crossbody splash into a small package!

Shane West: Oh no! Martin just used Titan’s momentum against him!

Niobe hooks him in as the ref drops to the mat to count:

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Paige: Here are your winners…NIOBE MARTIN…AND THE TRUUUUUST!

Knoxville slides into the ring to hug his girlfriend, the celebration turning quickly into a grope session.

Shane West: Ugh. Great win for The Nightmare and the Trust…but let’s cut to commercial before this goes…further.

The cameras cut to Evan McDonald talking smack to the fans from ringside as the scene cuts to a commercial.

-COMMERCIAL!-

[Evan De Parker]

October 28, 2012
APW One Night in Hell

Nailz: We're calling a LAST MAN STANDING ELIMINATION MATCH for the North American Title!

Beckett: Shadow got to choose this match-- and Michael Lively brought this on himself.

Nailz: We're down to our final four!

Krunk sets up both tables in the ring in opposite corners and grabs Lively as he rolls in the ring. But Lively counters with a GERMICIDE of his own to boos from the crowd. SHadow comes in and NAILS LIVELY with the BIG BOOT! The ref counts on both krunk and Lively

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Aubrey grabs Shadow from behind with a Russian leg sweep. She then waits as he gets up and hits a flying leg lyriat taking him down.

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Aubrey goes for the Makeunder, but Shadow holds onto the ropes as Aubrey slams down hard. Exhausted Shadow falls into the corner and takes a breather.

7…..both men get up, but KRUNK goes back down with a low blow by Lively!

Lively sees Aubrey laying in the middle of the ring holding her head and runs to the corner hopping on the top turnbuckle. HE calls for the prelude, but Shadow is there and punches Lively in the gut. HE climbs to the top and LIFTS LIVELY ON HIS SHOULDERS!

Nailz: LOOK AT THE POWER!

Chase: NO! DON’T DO THIS!

HE turns toward the tables as Lively looks down at him wide eyed, with fear in his eyes. Shadow LEAPS OFF THE TOP AND TROUGH THE TABLES WITH A POWERBOMB!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

The Ref counts……

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ELIMINATED: MICHAEL LIVELY!


Nailz: Lively is gone. WE are guaranteed to have a new champion!

Aubrey and Krunk look at each other and NOD…..CONCHAIRTO TO SHADOW! He collapses in a heap!

1….2….3…..4…..5….6…..7…..8….9….TE-NO! Shadow gets up!

Aubrey and Krunk look on in shock wondering what they have to do to take him down. They both go to opposite corners with the chairs. They leap off at Shadow and…DROPKICK WITH THE CHAIR TO THE HEAD OF SHADOW AND HE IS SANDWHICHED FROM BOTH SIDES!!!

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Eliminated: SHADOW!

Nailz: They did it! They did It! One of these two will be the new North American Champion!

Aubrey tries for another Makeunder, but Krunk shoves her off toward the edge of the stage. She struggles to keep her balance. Krunk charges to shove her off but she sidesteps. HE stops and manages to keep his balance to but

AUBREY SUPERKICKS HIM IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD AND HE FLIES OFF THE STAGE!

He lands face first HARD as the crowd lets out a collective “OOOOHHHHHHH” and the ref counts.

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Winner and NEW APW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION – AUBREY J. PARKER


Nailz: She did it! AJP is the new North American Champion….WOW what a match.

Aubrey collapses on the stage, exhausted. She is handed her title and clutches it to her chest as the crowd cheers loudly. Logan Alexander comes out to celebrate with her, hoisting her on his shoulders. She raises the title high and smiles! Our scene slows down, before fading away...

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The scene cuts to the parking lot where Ellis, still in full wrestling gear, has ran out from the building. As he puts his hands on his knees and takes a breather, a black limo pulls up with the front passenger window rolled down so that the fans can see the driver.

Yeoman Gill[/u]: Get in! Hurry!

Ellis quickly gets to the door...

WHAM!

...and Jennings smashes him with a right hand out of nowhere! Jennings throws fists at Graham's face, trying to knock him away from the limo. Graham tries to block with one hand, but keeps the other firmly gripping the limo door.

A random security guard appears and tries to pull Jennings away, giving Graham just enough time to stumble into his limo and shut the door. As Jennings breaks free, he grabs the nightstick in the guard's belt and pulls it out, then unleashes a two-hand swing that breaks the back window of the limo just as it starts peeling out of the parking lot!

Frustrated, Jennings throws the nightstick, then just stands there seething.

Michael Jennings: I'll see you again, Graham. I will see...you...again!

The scene cuts to the Trust locker room, where two Venezuelan beauties watch the parking lot scene on their monitors. Just then, the door opens and Evan McDonald walks in, visibly sore from the match.

Evan McDonald[/u]: Ladies...what's going on?

Lady #1[/u]: We just watched your friend, Ellis, escape from that crazy guy from earlier!

Evan McDonald[/u]: Oh, crap! But he made it, right?

Lady #1[/u]: Yeah! He got in his limo and got away just in time!

Evan McDonald[/u]: Good. WAIT! That limo...we took it here together! That was my ride back to my hotel!

Lady #2[/u]: ...then I guess WE'LL have to take you back to our place tonight.

Evan's look of woe quickly turns into a smile.

Evan McDonald[/u]: That...sounds like a plan!

Evan puts his arm around both women as the scene cuts.

West: Well... We're back in the ring and... Unfortunately, the Iron Nightmare is still in the ring...

IN RING AFTER THE 6 MAN TAG AND STREET FIGHT.

As the action clears in the ring and the wrestlers make their way towards the backstage area, Knox and Niobe hang around in the center of the ring. The fans boo as Knox paces around the ring with his hands on his waist. He then tends to Niobe for a moment, caring for her as the fans drown them in boos. A few moments pass and Knox pulls a mic from his back pocket and yells over the arena.

Knox: Enough, you people make me sick!!!

The fans boo even louder as Knox looks over the arena with a smile on his face and Niobe standing beside him with her arm around his waist and his over her shoulder holding her close to his body.

Knox: As I made it clear earlier this week, NightmareVille is dead. In fact, it never was. We're not goin' to stand by and let you people decide who or what we are. To hell with that! We could care less what you people want us to be or think about us when we're not around! I've given my blood, my sweat and my tears to you, the fans, and nothin' is ever good enough for you all. I'm sick and tired of tryin' to be what you want me to be when the person I truly am gets buried behind this mask that I've worn for so many years. I've been at this point in my lifetime a few times and each time it's pushed me away from the business. Well, I'm here to stay! This is the person that I am meant to be in this business. A lot of people are goin' to hate me. A lot of people are goin' to wish to see me fall. Only a few will have my back through thick and thin.

Knox then looks down at Niobe, into her eyes as the two stare at one another in silence. Knox grins and then focuses his attention back to the crowd.

Knox: No matter what happens, no matter who stands beside me and who stands across the ring from me, I'm not goin' anywhere! I came back to APW with a one thing in mind, a simple mission if you will. I came back to be the best. To say the least, I've had a few bumps in the road, a few title shots that came up just a c**t hair too short. Not again. The man that let those opportunities slip through his fingers is dead as well. He died a few weeks back when you all turned your backs to me like a Judas in the night. Tommy Knoxville is dead and gone. That's not who I am anymore. That's not the man that stands before you right now. Who am I baby?

Niobe: You're Tommy f***in' Knox!

Knox: You're damn right I am! A new era in Meltdown history is upon us. What you all wanted to happen is nothin' more than a faded memory. Iron Nightmare stands in this ring, right here, right now, and we're not steppin' down from anyone. You're either with us or you're against us.

Niobe: You're either going to get down or you're going to lay down.

Knox grabs Niobe around the waist with his left hand and pulls her in to him as he holds the mic to his mouth with his right hand.

Knox: We'll take on anyone, at any place, at any time.

Niobe: You either get down or lay down. Those of you in the back better remember that. It pisses me off that some people just look at me as a piece of ass, instead of a serious fighter like I am. I know that's what you people think, that I'm a pretty face with no talent. Well to hell with all of you! I run on my own now, Tired of doing as I'm told, what you people want. I do my own thing, my own way and there isn't a damn thing anyone can do about it. I'll take on anyone, anytime, anywhere and I will bring the house down around them, making them regret every minute that they spent in the ring with me.

Knox chuckles for a moment as he leans in and kisses Niobe's neck once more. He then smells her neck as he raises his head up and the mic to his mouth once more.

Knox: Come out, come out, where ever you are... Jace Savage. I know you're standin' in the back right now, listenin' to every word that I spit out tonight. I've answered the challenge. Now, it's time to put up or shut up. This is my home, my show! Just because you walk onto the set and throw around empty challenges doesn't make you a threat of any sorts to me or anyone else on the roster for that matter. I've been fightin' my entire life, tonight's not goin' to be any different. I don't care who's watchin' either, whether it be your daddy or that wh**e of a mother you have back home. I run the f***in' show and I'm ready to kick things off and launch this foot up your skinny, little ass. Come out here and face me like a man!!!

ENVI, FEEL FREE TO ADD OR END HOWEVER. WE COULD EITHER CUT TO COMMERCIAL BREAK OR HAVE SAVAGE'S MUSIC HIT AND HIM MAKE HIS ENTRANCE AND START THE MATCH.

As the action clears in the ring and the wrestlers make their way towards the backstage area, Knox and Niobe hang around in the center of the ring. The fans boo as Knox paces around the ring with his hands on his waist. He then tends to Niobe for a moment, caring for her as the fans drown them in boos. A few moments pass and Knox pulls a mic from his back pocket and yells over the arena.

Knox: Enough, you people make me sick!!!

The fans boo even louder as Knox looks over the arena with a smile on his face and Niobe standing beside him with her arm around his waist and his over her shoulder holding her close to his body.

Knox: As I made it clear earlier this week, NightmareVille is dead. In fact, it never was. We're not goin' to stand by and let you people decide who or what we are. To hell with that! We could care less what you people want us to be or think about us when we're not around! I've given my blood, my sweat and my tears to you, the fans, and nothin' is ever good enough for you all. I'm sick and tired of tryin' to be what you want me to be when the person I truly am gets buried behind this mask that I've worn for so many years. I've been at this point in my lifetime a few times and each time it's pushed me away from the business. Well, I'm here to stay! This is the person that I am meant to be in this business. A lot of people are goin' to hate me. A lot of people are goin' to wish to see me fall. Only a few will have my back through thick and thin.

Knox then looks down at Niobe, into her eyes as the two stare at one another in silence. Knox grins and then focuses his attention back to the crowd.

Knox: No matter what happens, no matter who stands beside me and who stands across the ring from me, I'm not goin' anywhere! I came back to APW with a one thing in mind, a simple mission if you will. I came back to be the best. To say the least, I've had a few bumps in the road, a few title shots that came up just a c**t hair too short. Not again. The man that let those opportunities slip through his fingers is dead as well. He died a few weeks back when you all turned your backs to me like a Judas in the night. Tommy Knoxville is dead and gone. That's not who I am anymore. That's not the man that stands before you right now. Who am I baby?

Niobe: You're Tommy f***in' Knox!

Knox: You're damn right I am! A new era in Meltdown history is upon us. What you all wanted to happen is nothin' more than a faded memory. Iron Nightmare stands in this ring, right here, right now, and we're not steppin' down from anyone. You're either with us or you're against us.

Niobe: You're either going to get down or you're going to lay down.

Knox grabs Niobe around the waist with his left hand and pulls her in to him as he holds the mic to his mouth with his right hand.

Knox: We'll take on anyone, at any place, at any time.

Niobe: You either get down or lay down. Those of you in the back better remember that. It pisses me off that some people just look at me as a piece of ass, instead of a serious fighter like I am. I know that's what you people think, that I'm a pretty face with no talent. Well to hell with all of you! I run on my own now, Tired of doing as I'm told, what you people want. I do my own thing, my own way and there isn't a damn thing anyone can do about it. I'll take on anyone, anytime, anywhere and I will bring the house down around them, making them regret every minute that they spent in the ring with me.

Knox chuckles for a moment as he leans in and kisses Niobe's neck once more. He then smells her neck as he raises his head up and the mic to his mouth once more.

Knox: Come out, come out, where ever you are... Jace Savage. I know you're standin' in the back right now, listenin' to every word that I spit out tonight. I've answered the challenge. Now, it's time to put up or shut up. This is my home, my show! Just because you walk onto the set and throw around empty challenges doesn't make you a threat of any sorts to me or anyone else on the roster for that matter. I've been fightin' my entire life, tonight's not goin' to be any different. I don't care who's watchin' either, whether it be your daddy or that wh**e of a mother you have back home. I run the f***in' show and I'm ready to kick things off and launch this foot up your skinny, little ass. Come out here and face me like a man!!!

Knox throws his microphone down-- but the crowd roars as, without music even hitting, Jace Savage sprints from the back, a smirk on his face, and hunger in his eyes as he runs to the ring!

Harris: Whoa!

West: Jace Savage is READY!

Knox looks shocked, and Niobe exits the ring. Knox takes a step back as Jace looks ready to pounce, but Jace simply waits by the ropes, awaiting the bell as he stares Knox down.

Maracaibo Street Fight
Tommy Knox vs Jace Savage

Tommy Knox and Jace Savage circle each other in the ring, then snap into a lock up. The slightly larger Tommy Knox won the exchange and put Jace into a headlock. Then Tommy took a knee and smashed Jace’s face into his knee. Stunned, Jace backed up and took a Shoulder block from Tommy, then a second and a third. The fourth time when Jace got up, Tommy hopped in to action and attempted to lift Jace up into a Military Press Slam, however Jace counters squiggling out landed a Reverse Side Russian Leg Sweep. Still fueled by the audience, both men get back and locked up again with Jace getting over on Tommy and putting him in a headlock. Tommy yelled out, as he screamed Jace quickly followed through with a regular Side Russian Leg Sweep.

Dick Harris: These guys are beating each other down without weapons, showing off their physical power.

Shane West: It’s only a matter of time before we see something used here.

The two fight on the canvas for a few minutes before Tommy escapes from the ring. Savage followed behind with the referee making up the tail. Using the barricade as a brace, Tommy mule kicked Jace in the gut. The slightly smaller man hunched over, and Tommy put a boot to his face. Jace hit the ground hard, with his opponent laid out, Tommy flipped the ring apron up and began pulling out different weapons include an ALTO or STOP sign. Grabbing ahold of the sides, Tommy lifted the sign up and began to smash his opponent with the sign. Being absolutely relentless, Tommy bashed the ribcage of Jace seven times before he threw it aside and grabbed a trash can full of different weapons only to toss it onto his downed opponent.

Don Harris: That’s the viciousness of Tommy Knox, the guy doesn’t know what mercy is and doesn’t expect to be shown any.

Shane West: Don’t count savage out yet buddy. This might be a street fight but without the rules, it’s anyone’s game.

Jace got on his hands and knees and attempted to get a solid footing but Tommy grabbed him and tossed him into the barricade HOWEVER Jace reversed it and threw Tommy over instead. Knox got to his feet but Savage jumped on top of the safety barricade and hit a diving DDT on the concrete floor. Tommy moaned, holding his head, trying to protect himself but Savage grabbed a steel chair and began to beat down Tommy’s back. The sound of flesh and bones being smashed by steel was very audible to the cameras and the Venezuelan fans just encouraged it. After seven strikes, Jace pulled Tommy up and began to punch him a little. Each fist sent him retreating to the backwards towards the food and drink area, every couple of feet Tommy would turn around to try to mount an offense but instead got punched in the face.

Once they’ve made their way to the food and drink area, Jace ran up behind Tommy and tossed him into a Popcorn Vender. The Vender jumped out of the way to avoid the accident however his inventory of popcorn is lost as Tommy Knox sent it everywhere. Savoring the moment, Jace backed up and began to laugh at the scene. Angered that he was a buttery delight, Tommy Knox charged Jace only to get hip tossed into hotdog vender. The fans laugh and point at Tommy as he looked at himself covered in buttery popcorn and hotdogs.

Shane West: HA! That’s rich, he’s corndog now!

Don Harris: That is pretty good but covering your opponent in snack food isn’t going to win you a match.

Jace stopped his little break and was rewarded for his slacking with Tommy Knoxville delivering a Running STO. Using his opponent’s feet, Tommy dragged Jace to a table full of drinks. With two fist fulls of hair, Tommy screamed at Jace. “You look thirsty!” Then Tommy head butted Jace down, picked him up and approached the table. The face of Jace Savage hit the table then with a little bit of effort Tommy threw Jaces through twenty different drinks. Once at the end, Jace fell over and landed flat on his back. Tommy bent over to get up but got kicked on the crown of his head by Jace Savage instead. On his knees, Tommy backed away and took a few moments to recover however his opponent didn’t have that luxury; he quickly got back to his feet and helped up Tommy. Breaking his grasp, Tommy and Jace trade blows with one another. Every time Tommy struck Jace, a loud booing and jeering is heard. However when Jace struck Tommy, there was a lot of cheering.

Harris: Neither one of these men are backing down, each of them are beating the tar out of the other one.

Shane West: Of course they are, Jace both of them are in their apex form and want to head into Mayhem as strong as possible!

Jace spun around after one hit got hit with a Spitiva Spike on the unforgiving cement floor. The Savage man isn’t stirring very much; Tommy Knox walked over and kicked him on his back. With one foot on his chest, Tommy went for a cover. The referee dropped down and began to slap the cement.



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TH-…

Suddenly Jake Titan came at Tommy Knoxville sideways! A loud grunt is heard as Jake Titan nearly ripped Tommy Knox out of his shoes. APW’s Original Gangsta has begun to punch to day lights out of Tommy’s face, exactly revenge from constant interference in his matches. Jake roared loudly and set Tommy back up on his feet. Despite getting spat in his face, Jake stopped attacking Tommy and pushed him against the wall and tore off his shirt.

Although Tommy wanted to beat Jake into a bloody pulp, with a down and out Jace there was only once choice. He ignored Jake and pointed to him as Tommy got behind Jace to lock in The Drunken Hangover. For a few minutes Jace fought back and didn’t try tapping out, Jake stood there with the ripped shirt and tied it onto a stick then proceeded to pour a clear liquid on his shirt.

Although Jace’s face was bright red and starting to get puffy form lack of oxygen, he refused to tap out. The referee saw that there was no more fight coming from Jace Savage. His arm was lifted once…




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Once more he lifted his arms up and tried to see if Jace would fight back. Yet again it dropped.




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The third time, Jake and Tommy just locked eyes as Jake pulled out a lighter and set the shirt on fire. Using a metal that Jake brought with him, he held the burning shirt out so Tommy Knox could see and think about it. But as for Jace Savage…





THREE!...



The referee called for the bell however Tommy Knox didn’t let up with his submission. The bell rang out furiously as he attempted to strangle the life out of Jace Savage.

Nicky Paige: Here is your winner by knock out, TOMMMMYYYYY KKKNNNOOOOOXXXXX!!!!!

Jake smirked looking at Tommy and dropped the burning shirt on the floor. “This is gonna be you motha f****!”

“Your ass is toast! At least the burns will blend in!” Tommy taunted and released his defeated opponent.

Harris: Tough words from tough men. Jake Titan is hell bent on setting Tommy Knoxville on fire while Tommy Knoxville is dead set on putting Jake Titan out of action, permanently.

Shane West: Only a few days left until Mayhem! The hate and rage is just building between these two. We’ve got a Ta Team Match with the Natural Born Killaz and Iron Nightmare! Things couldn’t possibly get any more dangerous! This is going to great!


Monday Night Meltdown
November 19, 2012

Mr. Duvall: Allow me to introduce you all to our new administrative consultant... My personal, lovely assistant, Ms. Sienna Harrison!

West: Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!

The camera cuts to Dick Harris, who is on his feet applauding the decision in spite of the booing crowd.

We cut to the match at hand... Logan Alexander vs the defending champion, Aubrey J. Parker!

Logan hoists Aubrey up by the arm and sends her into the ropes with an Irish Whip, but she holds onto them instead of returning on the rebound. Logan runs at the ropes and Aubrey gets both feet up, catching him under the jaw. Logan stumbles back and Parker hits the ropes adjacent to him, rebounding off and twisting around to hit a Springboard Tornado DDT! Logan hits the mat and groans as he climbs up, clutching his head. Parker charges him but dives over him to hit a Sunset Flip and bring him down for the pin.

West: This could do it!

Mr. Duvall: Again, Sienna’s in perfect position...

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Harris: The kid almost got it!

Logan waits for Aubrey to get up and then sets her up for a Suplex-- which Parker reverses! She lands behind Logan and hits him with a Double-Knee Backbreaker! She grunts in pain and takes a second to favor her own hurt leg before forcing him onto his stomach and locking in the Camel Clutch! Parker leans back adding as much pressure to the hold as possible and Logan looks worse for wear rather quickly. He seems to consider trying to counter it, but uses his strength to crawl to the ropes after a few seconds-- but Parker holds on!

West: Sienna can’t make a count for Aubrey to break the hold! There are no disqualifications!

Harris: Ahaaaah! This is how it happens!

After what seems like an eternity, Parker breaks the hold to a thunderous mixed reaction from the crowd. As she scoots back to the middle of the ring she looks at Logan with wide eyes. Sienna is laughing in the ring, applauding Parker. Logan is coughing, groaning as he uses the ropes to get up. AJP slowly gets up, but Logan turn around out of nowhere and dives for Parker, getting her in the Ankle Lock again! Parker screams out in pain, but is only in the hold for about five seconds before she rolls over her shoulder and flings Logan into the ropes! He rebounds off and walks right into that Ace Crusher known as Stryke Force-- but from Parker!

Harris: And now Logan falls victim to his own signature move! Stryke Force from Parker, out of nowhere! She learned it from the best!

Mr. Duvall: Sienna’s in good position to make that count if Parker can get the cover...!

West: She’s got it!

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West: Logan came milliseconds from losing to his own move!

West: Both of them are up!

Logan turns toward Parker, but the crowd lets out a collective gasp as Parker turns and swings the chair, going to crack Logan right across the skull-- but Logan ducks it and hits a European Uppercut! Parker drops the chair and staggers, and Logan delivers Stryke Force, cropping Parker jaw-first across the chair!

West: Oh my God!

Harris: Logan just tried to break his partner’s neck! And her beautiful face!

While the booming, thunderous vocal eruption continues, Logan looks up at Sienna, who looks back at him in a mix of shock and amusement. He hooks Parker’s far leg.

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The bell rings and Logan slowly stands.

Paige: Here is your winner... And NEW APW North American Champion-- LOOOGAANNNN ALEXANDERRRR!

Sienna raises Logans hand into the air and jumps up and down, cheering with glee to congratulate him. Logan doesn’t pay her much attention, though and pulls his arm away, taking the championship from Nicky Paige, and continues to stare down at AJP.

West: What does this mean?! What does this mean for M&M?! .

Mr. Duvall: Hahaha... Is this good TV or what, gentlemen? Hm?!

Mr. Duvall leaves the table to join Sienna in the ring in applauding the new North American Champion. Logan doesn’t look at either of them, but continues to stare down at his unconscious tag team partner and former champion as we fade to black.

-COMMERCIAL!-

[Evan De Parker]

The ActionTron comes to life, revealing a backstage scene. There is a cheer when The Guv’nor is recognised, going about his pursuit of Robina Hood, still armed with the Samurai sword.

Guvnor: Robina Hood...come out, come out, wherever you are?

He pulls open a door and holds the sword at the ready; it’s an empty cupboard. The Guv’nor continues his search.

Guv’nor: Come on Robina, The Guv’nor just wants to have a friendly chat. I’ve got a friend I’d like to introduce you. You’ll like him, he’s sharp as...well, a Samurai sword.

The Guv’nor stops at another door, kicks it and starts stabbing with the weapon. Again, it’s a vacant space.

Guv’nor: Listen sweetheart, I know you’re here. Come out now and I promise I won’t hurt you too much. I meet even leave an eye to see with.

There is a rumbling sound that seems in the distance. It piques the interest of The Guv’nor because it’s getting louder and louder. The Guv’nor walks and reaches a junction point in the corridor system, where his corridor joins with another. He tries to look down it, but he jumps back as his head is almost taken off by a runaway pallet cage on wheels. The cage slams into the wall and bounces off with such force that it has the momentum to roll back whence it came. The crowd are stunned by it and fall into shocked silence.

West: Oh my God! That could’ve killed The Guv’nor.

A shocked and disturbed looking Guv’nor gets to his feet. He looks at the cage and then goes berserk, attacking it with the sword, kicking it, even planting the ‘ead on it. After his exhausting his frustrations, he screams out one word:

ROBINA!

The Guv’nor gives pursuit as the scene fades.


Monday Night Meltdown
February 12, 2013

At the last possible second, Logan lifts Amy up to her feet though he still looks to be in pain, himself. He plants her with his Cutter, Stryke Force! Amy is drilled into the mat and Logan pushes her over, hooking the legs.

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The crowd grows loud and restless at first before they begin to fall quiet, booing at the lack of explanation.

Harris: Shane, what’s going on?

West: I’m not sure... would it be corny to make a Super Bowl reference?

Harris: No. That’s being current. POWER OUTAGE! And HEY, isn’t Amy Zing from San Francisco? What a stroke of luck!

The arena remains flooded with darkness for a moment longer before...

"What you get is what you see
it won't take much to get hooked on me
so shoot me right into your skin
and I will be your heroin..."

Harris: I know that music!

“I’m Your Favorite Drug” by Porcelain and the Tramps plays for a few seconds before the lights come back on. Kaylyn James Evans is already making her way down the ramp with a crowbar in hand and a sinister grin on her face.

West: It’s Kaylyn James Evans!

Harris: M&M took her out of action a month ago!

Logan looks confused but not necessarily surprised as he gets up. Kaylyn slides into the ring and wastes no time driving the crowbar into his midsection. Logan falls to his back, clutching his ribs in pain, and Kaylyn raises the crowbar again, grinning as Aubrey slides into the ring. Aubrey stands between Logan and Kaylyn, and Kaylyn laughs in her face, dropping the crowbar and begging Aubrey to hit her.

Harris: She can’t! Aubrey can’t hit Kaylyn! If she hits any Meltdown Megastar, she’s fired!

West: And Kaylyn knows that very well. I wonder if our beloved General Managers gave her a hint.

Kaylyn laughs in Aubrey’s face even louder, and then slaps her! Aubrey brings a hand up to her cheek and glares at Kaylyn, shaking in rage... and then suddenly Kaylyn is tackled to the mat by Amy Zing! The two roll out of the ring, fighting and Aubrey soon rolls out as well, not sure what to do... but suddenly, Aubrey is hit from behind with the 8 ball cane by Uncle Charlie and grabbed from behind by Alec Quartermain and thrown back-first into the steel post!

West: Oh come on!

Mannie stalks Logan and lifts him up for a Falcon Arrow, but Amy Zing catches Mannie with a roundhouse kick to the back of the head! Mannie staggers and Logan goes to hit Logan with her famed Fenghuang Kick, but Logan ducks! He catches Zing by her wrist throws her out of the ring between the top and middle rope. Zing lands on the outside, roughly.

West: And Logan’s got Mannie!

Harris: Wait, look in front of us-- Kaylyn James Evans just leveled both Aubrey J. Parker and Amy Zing with one of those Tag Team Title belts!

Meanwhile inside the ring, Logan stalks Mannie and gets him in position for the Stryke Force to the delight of the audience!

West: STRYKE FORCE!

Mannie shoves Logan forward-

As Kaylyn James Evans rolls into the ring and sprints at Logan, drilling the Tag Team Championship belt between his eyes. Logan rolls head over heels from the shot and Kaylyn immediately rolls out of the ring while the arena shakes with thunderous boos.

West: NO! KAYLYN JAMES EVANS HAS JUST SCREWED LOGAN ALEXANDER!

Harris: Whoahoahoahoahoa! Were we talking about Power Plays?!

Mannie drops to his knees and hooks the far leg, grinning as he covers Logan.

West: No! God, not this way!

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Harris: TOUCHDOWWWWNNN, RAAAVVENNNSSS! Man. Those blackouts really shift momentum, don't they?

The bell rings and immediately, trash and food is hurled into the ring as “Another Way” hits the PA system. Alec Quartermain climbs into the ring, being held up by Uncle Charlie.

Nicky Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner...and NEWWWWWW North American Champion... “The Main Attraction” YOUNG MANNIE!

Charlie snatches the belt from the referee and hands it to Young Mannie. Mannie is nearly in tears as he holds the championship above his head.

West: This is ridiculous. I... The longest reign in North American Championship history has been ruined.

The camera focuses on the announce table as Shane West pulls off his headset, casting it aside, and making his way to the backstage area in disappointment.[/i][/center]

A limo driver is standing outside next to a limousine, speaking on the phone.

Limo Driver: No, Chelsea, I’m okay with this job. The hours aren’t bad, it pays pretty well, I get to meet people I might not normally meet, and I get to do what I love that’s drive. Honestly, what do you think could happen to me? Like I might get ATTACKED or something, haha?

Suddenly the driver is hit over the head with a trash can, knocking him to the pavement. Red Scorpion slides across the hood of the limo like an action hero and makes the pin as the red-shirted referee once again drops out of nowhere and makes the count—

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Referee: Winner and still APW Revolution Champ with a record of 3-0, Red Scorpion!

Scorpion jumps up and pumps his fist as he is handed back his championship belt.

Red Scorpion:HIP HIP HOORAY! I just won a Street Fight! I am SO amazing and smart, not to mention good-looking! Ahh, only one like me could hold a title like this. Revolution title for an APW Revolutionary. Mom’s gonna be so proud when I tell her.

Red Scorpion kisses his title and then looks at the limo driver as he gets up, rubbing the bruise that’s already formed on his bald head. The driver frowns in a complete lack of amusement as Red Scorpion suddenly chuckles awkwardly.

Red Scorpion: Uhh, hey, Alfred. I think my work’s done here for the night, so if you could just….take me home……I’d, uhhh….’preciate it? Yes. Yes, let’s say I would appreciate it.

He claps his hands in a rather authoritative manner as the driver continues to eyeball the young masked man angrily. Alfred the driver glances down at his broken phone, and when Scorpion does too, he sighs heavily.

Red Scorpion: Okay, okay…

Scorpion reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a homemade Red Scorpion wallet. He pulls five dollars from it and hands the money off to his driver. He actually has to take Alfred’s wrist and put the money into his hand, elevating the awkwardness between them. Alfred stares at the money briefly before glancing back up in a rather expecting manner. Scorpion sighs again and pulls out a ten dollar bill, handing this off as well. Yet again Alfred does not respond, and Scorpion is forced to just dump the last of his change into the driver’s hand.

Red Scorpion: It’s all I got. Don’t worry though, when I become rich and famous off this dump, there’ll be all KINDS of money! Believe that.

Alfred: …….Yes, sir….

Alfred pockets the money and pulls open the limo’s backseat for Red Scorpion. The Revolution Champion climbs inside and the door shuts behind him. Alfred climbs into the limo and the vehicle begins to drive away as Red Scorpion emerges from the sunroof, hoisting his championship into the air.

Red Scorpion: I SPEAK SOFTLY, I GOT A BIG STICK, AND I’M GOING FAAAAAR!!!
ROOOOOOOSEEEEEVEEELLLLLLTTTTTTT-UHHHHHHH!

These words echo throughout the night air as the limo gets smaller and smaller in the distance. The camera lingers for several seconds before the amnesia-stricken worker enters the scene for the third time. He holds a baseball bat and looks around with determination.

Worker: I woke up tonight with no idea who I was or what had happened to me. I’m in a place I don’t know, but it seems the world’s come to an end. The future is unclear for me, but I am certain that I will make the most of the present that is handed to me now. I discard my former identity, whatever it was, and I take on a new path:

The camera zooms in dramatically on the man’s eyes.

Worker: I am…Motijaho! And I will conquer these desolate lands!

Motijaho the amnesia-stricken APW worker runs off into the night as the camera focuses on the last speck that is the Red Scorpion’s limo, and cuts away to the ring.

Our cameras return to ringside where our crowd is already booing wholeheartedly as the M&M-- the tag team of Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker-- make their way to ringside as “Dare” plays through the PA system. Aubrey looks utterly shocked at the reaction of APW’s Venezuelan fans-- but Logan reacts with little more than a shrug.

Shane West and Tyler Harrison are already standing in the ring and Shane West is addressing the crowd with a microphone in hand.

West: Well, ladies and gentlemen-- it’s time for the official APW Tag Team Championship contract signing and--

AJP: Shut up, Shane, and stop insulting everyone’s intelligence. We know what this is. We know what this is meant to turn into.

The crowd boos loudly, perhaps at Aubrey J. Parker’s rudeness. She marches up the steps and into the ring with Logan only a few paces behind. Both of them turn and look at Tyler Harrison, who offers them a very faint-- perhaps, nervous-- smile. Aubrey forces a smile and Logan smirks, offering a small wave.

AJP: ...hello, Tyler.

Tyler starts to say something, but Parker sighs and places a hand in his face, looking at Shane.

AJP: So how about we just cut to the chase? Bring Dying Breed out here, so Anthony Bailey can run me down and tell everybody how much of a terrible person I am when I don’t deserve it... bring them out here, so that hoodlum- that thug- Jair Hopkins can take advantaged of an injured competitor... an injured woman. That’s what this is, right? It’s a SETUP, isn’t it!? Logan’s going through a Gauntlet at Mayhem and I have a broken rib, so this is that spiteful bitch Sienna’s way of finishing us off, isn’t it?

Parker turns her attention directly to Tyler as she says it. His eyes widen and he frantically shakes his head, reaching for Shane’s microphone.

Tyler: No! No-- I was just send out here to be the moderator for the Tag Team Championship contract signing. Nothing more. I promise.

AJP: Hey, hey, Tyler, settle down... no one’s pointing any fingers at you.

Aubrey pauses and smirks, twirling the microphone around in her hand for a bit before she giggles and continues.

AJP: After all, promises are made to be broken.

Parker holds out her microphone, still smirking at Tyler, and the crowd erupts into a mixed reaction as Logan Alexander takes the microphone.

LA: For six months, I’ve watched Anthony and Jair torment and harass my tag team partner. For months, I’ve tried my best to remain neutral, while still looking out for the wellbeing and best interest of my partner. For months... I’ve looked for a reason to tell Aubrey that she was wrong for her actions against the Dying Breed, and that the battle she was fighting was an empty one- a hollow one- one that she created...

Logan shakes his head.

LA: But with each week that goes on, those reasons become harder to find. So... I think that the time for talk, and the time for finger-pointing is over. Let’s get these contracts signed and let’s make one thing very clear-

Whoever loses the Tag Team Championship match at the Super Show, walks away from the Tag Team Championships. There will be no more M&M vs Dying Breed. There won’t be an argument to determine who the better team is... after May 20th, we’ll know.

He hands the microphone out toward Aubrey again who smirks into the camera and speaks softly into it.

AJP: Spoiler alert- it’s us. And we’ll take back our titles- our babies- by any means necessary.

The crowd boos loudly at their closing statements. M&M move past Tyler and toward the contracts that are lied out on the table. Each of them flip through the pages of the contract, signing wherever they need to sign, before placing their pens down and backing away.

Tyler: Well, alright! That was easy! Our challengers have signed, and now all we need is--

Whose world is this?

The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
"It's yours!"

The chorus and intro to “The World Is Yours” blares open through the speakers of the complex as the cheers are for the arrival of “The Dying Breed”.

Harris: And now things are about to heat up!

Aubrey and Logan glare as Anthony Bailey makes his ways down to the ring, eyes set on their number-one contenders. Aubrey stands in the center of the ring, behind the table with a devious smirk, while Logan leans casually against the ropes. Bailey slides into the ring, standing on the other side of the table, glaring at their opponents as the music fades.

West: For those of you keeping updated with the news-- Jair Hopkins was hospitalized this morning, and cannot join us this evening.

AJP: Nice of you to finally join us.

Anthony Bailey: How could I resist the opportunity not to? One man could only take so much debasement for so long. All of this has gone on for far too long and we are ready to finally put this to rest.

Parker raises her eyebrows and shrugs, but before she can retort, Tyler Harrison steps forward again.

Tyler: Hey-- before things get too out of hand here... The contract?

Anthony Bailey: Things have already gotten out of hand, Tyler. This woman has reviled me from the beginning and I'm sick of it! Her reverse psychology has gained ground with some of her biased peers, but the ones that are truly observant know what's really going on. Aubrey's heart has waxed cold and it's manifested in the form of slander against Jair and myself. Instes of applauding our successess, they plot our fall. This is way bigger than the Tag Team Titles and come May 20th, The Dying Breed will finally shut up M&M once and for all.

The crowd pops, though M&M hardly look amused by the statement.

AJP: You know- fourteen days isn’t as long as you think, baby.

The crowd boos as Aubrey speaks again. Anthony is hunched over the table, prepared to sign the contract, and he raises his eyes to meet hers again.

AJP: You’re- you’re going to lose. Everybody here knows it... I think even you know it... so go ahead- sign your life away. Logan and I are taking everything away from you. We’re going to make liars out of you.

Harris: Big words!

The crowd boos again and Aubrey reaches out, taking Logan’s hand and giving Bailey. Logan continues to stare a hole through Bailey, unflinching.

Anthony Bailey: Gonna be difficult to make liars out of APW's harbingers of truth.

The crowd cheers as Bailey inks the contract and hands the pen back to Tyler.

Anthony Bailey: Make no mistake though... I may be here alone in body... But never, ever in spirit.

The crowd roars as, on command, Hopkins appears on the ActionTron behind Bailey! M&M frown in disgust up at the ActionTron, and Hopkins glares at the two of them, shaking his head.

Hopkins: ...I'm with Ant. It'll be our pleasure to showcase something that everyone has known all along...that Dying Breed is the BEST tag team in APW today.

Hopkins can be seen signing something from the hospital room. He displays his signature to the camera. The crowd roars as M&M look between Bailey, and at the screen at Hopkins, both teams with more than enmity in their eyes.

Tyler: Ooooookay, there we have it! At the Meltdown Super Show at May 20th, M&M will take on Dying Breed in a match for the APW Tag Team Championships!

Tyler applauds while the crowd pops for the announcement.

Tyler: ...And hey-- HEY HEY-- let the best team win. You hear?

Tyler nods to both teams, smiling as he exits the ring. The camera fades to the back as Bailey continues to stare a hole through Logan and Parker.

We’re backstage again with The Guv’nor, who still hasn’t been apprehended by security for walking around the building with a Samurai sword. Guv’nor is spitting with rage, still looking for the ever-elusive Robina Hood. Suddenly Guv’nor strut is interrupted as something gets tangled in his feet. He realises it’s a trip wire and quickly jumps out of the way as an anvil falls from above and crashes onto the concrete.

Guv’nor: What the fu----ROBINA!!!

Robina finally appears on the screen, running behind Guv’nor with slamming her weapon of choice--- a crowbar--- into The Guv’nor’s back. We hear the sound of metal hitting concrete as Guv’nor drops the Samurai sword and falls to his knees. Robina lands a second blow to the back that reels Guv’nor, then she spins and slams the crowbar against his left knee, causing the champ to buckle and hit the deck clutching his leg.

Robina tries to run away, but Guv’nor gets a hand around one of her ankles and stops her. Robina slams the crowbar down, just missing Guv’nor’s head as he rolls away. The North American Champ gets to his feet, hobbling. Guv’nor swings for Robina, but she ducks and slams the crowbar for a second time into Guv’nor’s left knee, then repeatedly beats him across the back--- landing at least six blows.

A mob of backstage security arrive on the scene to intervene. They try to apprehend Robina, but she keeps them at bay by swinging the crowbar, then turns and runs away from the scene. The camera zooms in on The Guv’nor, laying in a heap on the concrete floor, groaning in agony.

West: This is appalling! The Guv’nor somehow got to defend his title tonight.

Harris: He called her out, and she came! The Guv’nor only has himself to blame.

-COMMERCIAL!-

[Evan De Parker]

Monday Night Meltdown
March 4, 2013

West: Warren feels this in his grasp, but what’s he gotta do to put it away?

Warren grabs the leg of Mannie and steps over looking for the Figure Four! Mannie fights it off, but Warren eventually locks it in. He holds it on for a good long time and Mannie is looking like he’s gonna tap. Uncle Charlie hops on the apron and the Ref sees it and runs over to him JUST before Mannie taps out! Warren screams at the ref before breaking the hold and screaming at Charlie. Warren runs at Charlie who pulls the ref inbetween them and Warren CLOBBERS the ref sending him out of the ring and down hard.

Harris: Warren just BLATENTLY attacked the ref! Disqualify him!

West: PLEASE!

Warren turns around into a kick to the gut from Mannie who hooks him for a suplex and then turns it into the MANNIC ATTACK! He locks the hold in for a good while before flipping over and kneeing him in the head hard a few times.

West: There is no ref and Mannie sees Blood in the water here!

Mannie hooks Warren and pulls him up for a DEATH BY MANNIE! He celebrates to Boos before going to make the pin. He notices the Ref is still out and orders Alec to roll him in the ring! He does so and Mannie pulls the ref up and leans him in the corner, slapping his face to get him to come too. When the Ref finally comes too, Mannie gives him some instructions and then turns around!

Harris: LOOK OUT!

Warren is there and hops up on Mannie using his momentum to land on the second rope. He pulls Mannie up and LEAPS OFF WITH THE PEACE MAKER!

West: He just DROVE Mannie’s head into the mat from the second rope!

He covers.

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Harris: NO!

West: NEW CHAMP!

Paige: WINNER of this match and NEW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION….. WARREN PEACE!

Warren is handed the NA championship as the crowd goes ballistic. He kisses the title and celebrates on the top turnbuckle. Mannie is helped out of the ring by Charlie and Alec and to the back.

We cut back from commercial break to see Meltdown GM Sienna currently in her office, finishing up some paperwork. Tyler Harrison is seen heading her a box, when suddenly, a knock is heard.

Sienna: Ugh. Get that for me.

Tyler: Sure.

Tyler goes to open the door, only for it to be slammed into him. The crowd cheers as Leon Roberts and Jake Titan, AKA The Natural Born Killaz, walk in. Sienna sighs, seeing the rather rowdy and volatile tag team just waltz in like the own the place.

Sienna: What the hell do you two want?

Leon: What do we want? Hmmm....well boss lady...you are giving us something we want for sure at Mayhem, but it ain't fucken enough!

Sienna: Well what do you want me to do? Cancel it? Not happening. Deal with them at Mayhem.

Leon: Oh we plan to.

Jake Titan is seen taking a big swig from a bottle of Vodka. Once he's done, he glares right at Sienna. But Sienna glared back, daring him to challenge her authority.

Titan: Look bitch, its bad enough you took so damn long to get back to me. I am happy you stopped freaking ignoring me and gave me my match with Knoxville. In case you haven't realized, I'm always out numbered and I'm also losing when I gotta face Knoxville, not because I suck or anything, but because people put their god damn noses where it just don't belong. Tommy cost my match with Niobe, Niobe cost me my match wit' Tommy. I'm CONSTANTLY getting burned here. We're tired of getting burned. We're tired of getting the raw deal. You need to fix this problem the only way WE know how. Since they're so die hard on burning us, how about they feel the burn? Inferno Match at Mayhem, the Natural Born Killaz versus NightmareVille!

Sienna: It's Iron Knox now.

Titan: DOES IT LOOK LIKE WE GIVE A SHI-

Leon smacks Titan hard, which snaps Titan out of his rant. Titan looks as if he's about to attack Leon, but Leon doesn't look the least bit intimidated.

Titan: As I was sayin'. They want to play with fire, I'm game. Leon's game and I know the fans are game. Make...It....So!

Leon: Look boss lady...do yourself a favour. Just book it. Because if you don't, well let's just say we're not like anyone else you deal with. And DON'T screw us over either, because it's just an excuse for us to go hunting.

Sienna: Like I haven't heard that before. Wait...what are you doing?

Titan is seen pouring the rest of the vodka onto her desk. Sienna doesn't look amused in the least bit. Leon takes out a book of matches, takes a match out, strikes it, before lighting up a cigarette he had on him.

Leon: Everyone that has said that is all talk. We simply do what we say, with some extra results.

Sienna: Whatever. Well if it's an Inferno match you want... You got it. Should be fun.

Leon: Now was that so hard?

Sienna: You two practically just demanded it, never giving me a-.

Leon: My point exactly. Now if you don't mind, we got some ass to send to the morgue. If you're smart enough...don't let yourself become a victim of murder.

Sienna: What's that supposed to mean?

Leon: What do you think?

With that, Both Natural Born Killaz turn around and leave, but not before Leon tosses his lit cigarette onto sienna's Vodka soaked desk, setting it on fire. Sienna moves out of the way, in a panic. She grabs the nearby fire extinguisher, and quickly puts out the flames, but the top has already been deeply charred. Once that was done, Tyler Harrison begins to get himself up from being knocked out.

Tyler: What....Happened?

We cut back to ringside where Shane West looks shocked, turning to Dick Harris.

West: A Tornado Tag INFERNO Match?!

Harris: Godddd... It's all coming together... What the hell is Sienna thinking? "Sounds fun"? These kids are gonna kill each other! What the hell are we gonna hire Titan for after THIS?

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Paige: Introducing first…from Sherwood Forest…weighing in at one hundred thirty-two pounds……ROBINA HOOD!

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

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

Paige: And her opponent...

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

Paige: From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds... YAAANNNEELLLL HOOOOOLLLLLMES!

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

West: These two faced off three weeks ago with Robina walking away with the victory! But tonight, Yanzel Holmes looks for retribution after a loss at the hands of Gabriel Krown and Connor Murphy last week!

Harris: But how demoralized must he be after watching what HAPPENED to Peace earlier tonight?

Yanzel Holmes vs Robina Hood

The two start off with Holmes glaring at Robina, remembering her actions from a few weeks ago. Robina smirks at him as Yanzel goes for a lock-up, and immediately dives down, taking a shoulder to his knee! Holmes hits the ground and Robina mounts him, going for forearms to the head, but Holmes quickly slides to the ropes. Robina climbs off of him, showing her palms to the ref to proclaim innocence-- but hits a quick punch right to the jaw of Holmes as he gets to his feet! Holmes staggers and Robina goes for an Irish Whip, but Holmes reverses it easily! Hood hits the ropes and rebounds into a series of Arm Drags followed by a Hip Toss! Robina groans, holding her arm as she gets to her feet, but a running boot to the shoulder takes her down!

West: And Holmes is already looking to soften up that arm of Robina Hood, who has been involved in a game of hide-and-go-seek with the Guv’Nor in the corridors all night!

Harris: That psycho, the Guv’Nor, has been chasing her with a SWORD! He should be arrested!

West: Robina trying to crush him with a cart wasn’t bad?

Harris: ...No! I don’t think the situations are all that similar at all!

Yanzel Holmes drops a knee to Robina’s shoulder! She screams out in pain and rolls to the ropes, but Yanzel stands up and pulls her away into a front facelock! He goes for a Fireman’s Carry, but Robina drops down behind him! Yanzel turns and aims a jab right for the quick Megastar’s jaw, but Robina angles her head out of the way, falling to a seated position and scrambling away from Holmes in shock! Holmes charges her, but Robina rolls out of the ring! She waves Yanzel Holmes off and begins to walk up the ramp, shaking her head while the crowd boos relentlessly! Yanzel Holmes glares from the center of the ring, hands on his hips.

West: Where is Robina Hood going?!

Robina Hood is halfway up the ramp before the referee is forced to start his ten count!

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Robina Hood is almost to the curtains before Tyler Harrison emerges from the back to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Robina tries to explain that she’s leaving, but Tyler points to a piece of paper, clearly signed by Sienna Harrison, and motions for Robina to get back in the ring to the delight of the crowd!

Harris: Let her leave, Tyler!

West: I don’t think the Harrisons are going to LET Robina Hood leave! Robina needs to finish this match!

Robina grunts and angrily shoves Tyler! She turns and marches back to the ring, sliding in under the ropes at the count of “9!” but she eats a hard right hook to the jaw from Yanzel as she enters! The crowd roars as Robina goes groggy and falls against the ropes. She stumbles forward into a Double Knee Armbreaker! Immediately, Yanzel Holmes goes to lock in the Kimura! Robina Hood screeches in agony, but she’s close enough to the ropes to throw her legs over the bottom rope! The referee notices and tells Holmes. He lets Robina go, and pulls her to her feet in the Suplex position- but Robina Hood counters with a Small Package! The referee drops down to make the count!

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West: Holmes kicks out of that-- he’s not going to fall for Robina’s tricks for a second time!

Both of them scramble to their feet and Robina is the first up, running at Holmes to hit a Clothesline-- but he ducks and positions himself back-to-back with Robina! He starts to go for a Backslide Pin, but Robina Hood rips one of her arms free and spins around, planting Holmes with a DDT instead! Holmes hits the ground and groans in pain. He pulls himself to his feet and Robina launches herself up onto his shoulders, going for a Hurricanrana-- but out of nowhere, Holmes counters into a Powerbomb Shoulderbreaker!

Harris: Ahh! He might’ve just broken her shoulder!

West: And now he’s going for that Kimura again!

Yanzel Holmes grabs Robina’s arm, pulling her away from the ropes-- but she hits a closed-fist uppercut to his jaw! The referee scolds her while the crowd boos! Robina screams as she charges Yanzel, nailing a high knee to the skull! He falls into the ropes and she drives knees into his gut! She screams in satisfaction as she backs into the middle of the ring. Finally she points at Holmes again as he lies in the ropes and she charges him, going for a Clothesline, but Yanzel ducks down and lifts her high into the air before bringing her throat-first across the top! Robina hits the ground and Yanzel signals for the end, dropping to one knee behind her as he waits for her to get to her feet.

West: In thirteen days, Robina Hood faces the Guv’Nor at Mayhem-- and she HOPES to see the North American Title on the line in that match-- but right now, Yanzel Holmes might be making a case for HIS spot in a title match!

Once Robina gets up, Holmes grabs her by the arm...

...But Robina pulls free! She kicks Holmes in the gut and goes for an arm wrench, but he pivots and launches her across the ring with an Irish Whip-- but Robina contorts herself around the ropes as she hits them, halting her rebound! Holmes charges at her anyway-- but Robina dives out of the ropes and charges Holmes, hitting him with the Pendulum Short-Range Lariat! Her arm connects with Holmes’ face and he drops, clutching his nose in agony as Robina rolls him up!

Harris: Robina with the Execution!

West: She connects-- and Holmes is stunned! Pin!

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Harris: Yes!

Holmes seems to kick out right after the count of three. As Robina rolls out of the ring, he looks shocked, but holds his nose and jaw in pain.

Paige: Here is your winner... ROBINNAAA HOOOD!

West: Robina Hood-- like it or not, just won this fair and square! And THAT is a huge message to our North American Champion!

Harris: Yeah, yeah-- our CURRENT North American Champion! Billy Pepsi is gonna change that tonight, Shane-O.

Robina Hood joins Tyler Harrison at the top of the ramp. Tyler puts an arm around her shoulders to support the groggy, exhausted, “Perfect” Megastar. She winks down at Yanzel as he rolls out of the ring.

West: Robina Hood is exiting ringside with Tyler Harrison... Think that has anything to do with the Guv’Nor?

Harris: Hah. She’s gonna need something much, um... Heavier than Tyler Harrison to fend off the Guv’Nor.

We fade to black as Robina Hood, laughing evilly, pulls Tyler Harrison to the backstage area.

-COMMERCIAL!-

[Evan De Parker]

March 26, 2013
APW Rasslemania

Havok and Niobe are now making a climb towards the belt. At the top of the ladder they have a scuffle, but Havok eventually grabs Niobe and gives her Commence Destruction (Rolling Cutter) from the top of the ladder. There is bedlam among the crowd cheering and hollering at the top of their lungs as the bodies of eight megastars are flat out in the ring.

West: This match promised anarchy, it promised carnage folks! Just look at the ring, eight Meltdown Megastars down and out. This match has delivered!

Harris: But it’s not over yet, Shane. Somebody is going to have to find a way to climb the ladder and claim the belt.

As the noise begins to die down its Warren and Amy who start climbing the ladder, but very slowly. The crowd are urging them on and as they take each rung one at a time. Amy is the first one to the top and she manages to gasp the belt safely, then begins to working on unhooking it, but Warren arrives on the scene and stops her with a palm strike to the face. Now Warren makes a grab for the belt, but Amy does two and they both begin to tussle for the belt on top of the ladder.

West: Warren Peace or Amy Zing – one of them is surely going to leave here as Champion in the next few seconds.

Harris: Look at that ladder, Shane, is teetering on the brink of toppling.

The tussling between Warren and Amy has got the ladder rocking from left to right, up on one set of rungs. It settles down as Warren slams Amy’s head down on the ladder, then goes after the belt. Guvnor gets up and goes for the ladder, but he’s stopped by Evan McDonald who grabs Guvnor by the throat. Guvnor starts gesticulating at the ladder, Evan looks up, nods to the Londoner, then lifts Guvnor into a military press and launches him at the side of the ladder with enough force to send it toppling sideways: Amy Zing goes with it, right over the top rope and crashes with a blood-curdling thud into the crowd barrier, bouncing off it in impact, leaving her a motionless heap outside the ring. However, Warren leapt off as the ladder tumbled and landed on Evan with a Senton Bomb.

West: The athleticism from Warren Peace!

Harris: He may have saved his skin there too because Amy Zing looks in a really bad way outside the ring.

West: We may need some EMTs out here to check on things out here....and fast!

In the ring Cid is getting to his feet and he sets the ladder upright; Havok is outside the ring and slides a second ladder in. Both ladders are upright underneath the title belt: Cid is climbing one, Havok the other. Soon Robina joins Cid on his ladder, Niobe is on the other side of Havok’s. They are all halfway towards their goal when Guvnor slides a third ladder into the ring and sets it up. He climbs, soon reaches Havok and they exchange punches. Evan and Warren now join in the fun, and a few seconds later Amy Zing gets back into the ring and climbs behind Niobe.

West: We’ve got all eight competitors across these three ladders! Anything can happen here.

Harris: This doesn’t look good Shane...WAIT A MINUTE! EVAN MCDONALD IS REACHING FOR THE TITLE!

West: He’s come out of nowhere here!

But Warren Peace grabs Evan and pushes him off the ladder. Evan hits the ropes, then charges right back at the side of the ladder, hitting with a huge shoulder charge that sends that ladder toppling over, which hits the next one, which hits the next one, and the result of this domino effect is three ladders toppling over and Meldown megastars crashing into the ropes, into the mat, some even to the outside....The crowd go beserk as the bodies of eight, NO WAIT....in all that toppling one Megastar as the wherewithal to leap and grab onto the title belt, leaving them dangling in the middle of the ring!

West: Gov'Nor is hanging onto the belt here....HOW DID HE DO THIS!

Harris: They’re undoing the belt, Shane!

From this position, Gov'Nor is able to release the belt and drop to the mat with the North American Championship belt in his grasp.

DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Gov'Nor


Ferrari: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner and NEWWWWWWW APW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION... THE GUV'NOR!

West: In all my years as an APW commentator and reporter, I have never seen anything like this, Dick.

Harris: What an unbelievable match, Shane! They’ve done Meltdown proud, every single one of them, by delivering tonight on the biggest stage of all time!

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We cut backstage where Sienna Harrison is seen on-camera to the crowd's dismay. Robina Hood is seated to her right, smiling pleasantly to herself while Tyler is holding a bag of ice to his head in the corner, texting away on his phone.

Sienna sighs.

Sienna: Roy-- look. I don't CARE if you asked for the night off... I KNOW you're in this town, and you'd BETTER make an appearance tonight. Ugh-- no, I don't care how. Just get here! Jesus H!

Sienna ends the call and turns to Tyler.

Sienna: When's the title match, Ty?

Tyler: I believe it's coming up next...

Sienna sighs and nods, but smiles slightly.

Sienna: Good.

The crowd boos at the short, quick statement, and we fade away.

The scene cuts backstage to the locker area where Niobe and Knox are shown in their locker room. Knox sits in a chair, with his shirt off as Niobe tends to his wounds.

Niobe: You sure showed that punk, baby.

Knox: You can say that again. I don't know what he was thinkin' when he laid down that open challenge.

Niobe: Who knows what was running through that small brain of his.

Knox: I'm glad to have a woman like you by my side.

Niobe then walks behind Knox and begins rubbing his shoulders.

Niobe: It's nice to hear that, really. Glad to have someone as strong, handsome, and intelligent as you by my side. Thought the days of decent men like you were long gone.

Knox: How would you like to come back to Long Beach with me? I can show you the town, let you meet the guys in the club.

Niobe: Sure, I would love to come back to Long Beach with you. Can't wait to see the city, meet the guys that you call brothers.

Knox: Who knows, we might even move you out there with me. I'd want nothin' more than to have you by my side at all times.

Niobe: Being by your side is all that I want. If it takes moving out there with you down the road, then so be it. But I'd rather be doing something else than just being side by side with you, something that would require a lot more physical...contact, if you catch my drift.

Knox: I've been crazy about you ever since I first laid eyes on you...

Niobe: The feeling's mutual. Now do me a favor and just sit back and relax, baby.

Niobe then slowly rubs her hands over Knox's chest as she leans over and kisses him on neck, rubbing her breasts on his shoulder. She then walks around him and grabs him by the arms and pulls him to his feet. Knox wraps his arms around her waist and stares into her eyes and Niobe gives a suggestive tug on his pants. Knox smiles and lifts her off her feet and into the air as the two lock lips and the scene slowly fades out to the booing audience.

We got to a long shot from the rafter inside the arena. A graphic of the North American Championship appears on the screen.

West: It’s time for our main event.

We cut to Nicky Paige inside the ring.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the APW North American Championship. There are no disqualifications, but if The Guv’nor is counted out, or cannot complete this match for any reason, he will forfeit the Championship.

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: Introducing the challenger: from Happy Valley, Newfoundland; weighing 191lbs...BILLY PEPSI!!!

West: It is no exaggeration to say this is the opportunity of a life time for Billy Pepsi. He returned to APW about a month ago, as much a laughing stock as when he left.

Harris: He’s still a complete doofus.

West: But he’s comes into this match still undefeated. His rise has been meteoric and quite staggering. It’s no exaggeration to believe Billy Pepsi could leave Maracaibo tonight as the #1 wrestler on Meltdown.

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, limping and clearly still showing the signs of Robina Hood’s previous assault on him. The Guv’nor limps down the ramp, his eyes fixed and blazing in the direction of Billy Pepsi, who is getting a rub down and a few words of encouragement from Elliot Wilderspin.

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

West: Has the title ever been more under threat during The Guv’nor’s reign as tonight, Dick? He doesn’t look 100%, clearly that assault by Robina Hood has done the damage.

Harris: You know, Guv’nor is always talking about marking cards, but I think he’s been writing the wrong kind of cheques of late. Look at Billy Pepsi, he just can’t wait to get started.

The Guv’nor slides into the ring and stands looking at Pepsi, malice all over his face. Elliot hands Billy a can of Pepsi, and he downs it, flexing his muscles like the soft drink is like Spinach to Popeye on him. The ref takes the championship belt from the The Guv’nor and raises it above his head. He hands it over to the Nicky Paige on the outside and the timekeeper hits the bell.

APW North American Championship Match
The Guv’nor (c) vs. Billy Pepsi
No Disqualifications; if The Guv’nor is counted-out or cannot finish the match for any reason he forfeits the title.

Billy runs at Guv’nor, who is forced to retreat back onto the ropes. Pepsi starts pounding away with body shots, but they don’t seem to be having a huge amount of purchase, since Guv’nor has got his arms down to block and parry. Pepsi exhausts himself after about twenty seconds, Guv’nor puts a hand on Pepsi’s face and pushes back backwards; Billy ends up hitting the mat and rolling arse over head. As Billy gets to his knees Guv’nor charges in and kicks him somewhere on his body. Billy gets up, bent double, Guv’nor charges in and lifts a knee into Pepsi’s gut, then Guv’nor grabs Billy by the head and tights and launches him through the ropes to the outside.

West: We know The Guv’nor, in spite of any injuries, will not stop fighting. We know he isn’t go to lay down easily for Billy Pepsi.

Harris: I think Billy needs to think fast. He can’t win a fist fight with The Guv’nor, even an injured Guv’nor. Billy’s asset is his speed; he needs to get the tempo and work rate high. If Guv’nor is injured, Billy can’t let him slow the tempo.

Guv’nor has tentatively made his way to the outside. He approaches Billy as he gets up to his feet, selling pain. But Billy is playing possum and hits a toe kick on Guv’nor. Pepsi then brings his hands together and slams a double axe handle into the injured back of Guv’nor. The champ cries out in pain and drops to his knees. Billy grabs Guv’nor and slams his head on the ring apron, then lifts the champ and delivers a reverse suplex onto the ring steps, making sure Guv’nor crashes back first. Billy starts doing some strongman poses, earning some heat and some ridicule from the crowd. Elliot tells him to stop mucking about and get on with it.

West: I think this is what you were talking about, Dick. Pepsi needs to keep the heat on Guv’nor while he has control.

Harris: That’s right. That was brutal from Pepsi; that slam onto the steps targeting the back. Guv’nor is going to have trouble standing, moving, even breathing right now.

Billy starts to lift Guv’nor, but he takes a punch to the gut. Guv’nor gives Billy an arm wrench then levels him with the short-arm burning lariat he calls the Hackney Hammer (ed: which is not a rolling elbow like I wrote last week!). The ref, who up to this point has been very liberal with the out of ring action, starts a count-out.

West: The Guv’nor will not retain, but will forfeit the championship if he is counted out, or cannot finish the match for any reason.

Elliot Von Wilderspin walks across to check on Billy, but Guv’nor pushes him off and chases him away. The ref’s count reaches three. Billy gets up and tries to blindside Guv’nor, but he’s caught with a gut kick, then rolled back into the ring. The ref counts four. Guv’nor starts to climb the apron, but Elliot grabs his leg to stop him. The ref counts five. Guv’nor gets down and Elliot backs away. The ref counts six. As Guv’nor starts to climb the apron Billy nails him with a baseball slide, sending Guv’nor backwards and crashing into the crowd barricade. The ref counts seven. Billy starts to pose inside the ring, once again doing his best strongman impression. The ref counts eight. Guv’nor starts to get to his feet, but he’s forced to take a knee. The ref counts nine.

West: Billy Pepsi’s going to win this! The Guv’nor is going to be counted out!

The ref counts te—

Guv’nor slides under the bottom rope in the nick of time. Elliot tells Billy to get back on task, he does so with repeated stomps, then an elbow drop. Billy lifts Guv’nor, looks for the Pepsi Perfect (Springboard Tornado DDT), but Guv’nor reverses and sends Pepsi against the ropes, then drops the challenger with a shoulder charge. Guv’nor hobbles at a slightly quicker pace to the ropes, hobbles back at Pepsi looking for a running knee, but Pepsi ducks it and nails a hurricanrana. Guv’nor gets up, but Pepsi is relentless, hitting a quick fire running bulldog. Pepsi raises an arm and heads for the top rope.

West: Pepsi Max coming up and we could have a new champion.

Pepsi composes himself on the top rope and looks to jump, but Guv’nor gets back to his feet. Pepsi changes his attack and nails a missile dropkick; Guv’nor rolls under the bottom rope and out of the ring. Pepsi rebounds off the ropes, runs the width of the ring and leaps over the top rope with a front flip plancha, rotating 360 degrees before landing on Guv’nor raised right knee. Pepsi collapses in a heap. The ref counts one. Guv’nor lifts Billy and runs him face first into a ring post. This gives Guv’nor a chance to take a breather. By the time he’s done the ref has counted five. Guv’nor rolls under the bottom rope and out again to re-start the count. Pepsi is now back on his feet, Guv’nor lifts and delivers snake eyes onto the crowd barrier, then lines Pepsi up and drops him with a big time lariat. Guv’nor rolls Pepsi into the ring, makes a cover, but Pepsi kicks out on two.

West: This is where The Guv’nor comes into his own. When he’s allowed to dominate and use those powerful strikes.

Guv’nor lifts Pepsi and backs him into a corner, delivering repeated shoulder thrusts to the midsection. Guv’nor backs away half way across the ring, charges in looking for a running shoulder thrust, but Pepsi is up and over him. Guv’nor crashes into the ring post, Pepsi rolls him up with a school boy...

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West: Incredible counter by Billy Pepsi and a close call.

Pepsi and Guv’nor get to their feet roughly the same time, but Pepsi quickest, rebounding off the ropes and nailing a swinging neckbreaker. Pepsi with the cover...

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Pepsi is on his feet again, into the ropes and back hitting Guv’nor with a stiff Yakuza kick to the face. Pepsi dives across for the cover...

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West: I thought we had a new champion!

Harris: Pepsi won’t get any closer to winning this match without actually winning it.

Pepsi decides it’s time to fly once again, going to the top rope. He takes way too long posing and Elliot has to hurry him up before he goes for the big time Macho Man flying elbow, but Guv’nor rolls away and Pepsi gets nothing. Pepsi gets up selling the pain in his elbow, Guv’nor toe kicks him to the gut, hits the ropes looking for the London Drop (knee drop bulldog), but Pepsi lifts his head up and counters with another swinging neckbreaker. Pepsi allows himself a moment to recover, stalks Guv’nor then hits the PEPSI PERFECT! Pepsi with another cover...

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Guv’nor gets a shoulder up.

The crowd pop, Billy sits on his heels, his hands on his head.

West: Billy Pepsi has given everything here. He must be wondering, like so many before him, what it takes to beat The Guv’nor.

Harris: Sitting there feeling sorry for yourself isn’t going to help matters. Billy needs to get on with it.

Pepsi slides out of the ring, walks to the timekeeper’s table and grabs the North American Championship belt, getting back into the ring with it. Billy holds it up as a weapon and begins to stalk the Guv’nor.

West: It’s no disqualification and Billy Pepsi is going to try to take off The Guv’nor’s head with his own championship belt.

Guv’nor gets to his feet, Billy tries to nail him with the belt, but Guv’nor counters with a savate kick, followed by a Chronic Aggro (Chokehold STO). Guv’nor holds the choke on the downed Pepsi, who starts kicking his legs frantically and starts going blue. The ref steps in and tries to pull Guv’nor away, but in the end Guv’nor releases the hold, gets to his feet and starts rebuking the ref because it’s ‘No DQ’. Elliot takes the opportunity to drag Billy out of the ring. Guv’nor goes Billy, leaning through the ropes, but he’s sprayed in the face with a can of Pepsi. As Guv’nor backs away clutching his eyes, Billy gets onto the ring apron and slingshots back into the ring looking for a flying clothesline, but Guv’nor moves away and Billy nails the referee.

West: The official is down! Billy Pepsi has just taken out the referee.

Harris: Somebody get down here fast...this could get out of hand.

Billy looks on with shock, but the even bigger shock comes when Guv’nor sets him up for the Gypsy Kiss (Gator Roll), but Billy counters into a side Russian leg sweep. Billy climbs to the top rope, sets himself and connects with the PEPSI MAX (450 Splash)

West: PEPSI MAX!!! WE’RE GONNA HAVE A NEW CHAMPION.

Billy hooks back the legs, but there is no referee. Three seconds pass, Billy starts to get up when suddenly a new official slides into the ring.

West: Is that?

Harris: IT’S TYLER HARRISON--- SIENNA’S BROTHER!

Billy hooks back the legs, Tyler begins the count...

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Guv’nor kicks out! The crowd go ballistic, except for those who spotted the quick count and start jeering.

West: Was that the quickest count you’ve ever seen?

Billy is staring wide-eyed into space; Tyler gulps, then tells Billy to go for the move again.

West: What the hell is going on here? Why is Tyler Harrison giving Billy instructions?

Harris: Tyler must be of the PEPSI GENERATION!

Billy goes to the top rope, sets himself and let’s fly-

BUT HE MISSES!

West: The Guv’nor rolled away! Pepsi got nothing!

Harris: Pepsi just lost his fizz!

Pepsi rolls away clutching his stomach, selling the pain of the impact. Guv’nor grabs him and gets him set-up for the Gypsy Kiss.

West: TYLER HARRISON HAS JUST CLOCKED THE GUV’NOR WITH THE BELT!

Harris: What’s going on here!?

West: I’ll give you one guess!

Guv’nor is flat out in the middle of the ring; the crowd are not happy. Tyler coaxes Billy across, but it takes a few seconds. Eventually Billy drapes an arm over Guv’nor.

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West: New champ-NO! Guv’nor kicks out!

Harris: I don’t believe it!

The crowd explode. Tyler Harrison looks like a man who’s best laid plans have just gone down the drain. He grabs the belt again, waits for Guv’nor to get to his feet, looks to clock him again—

BUT NAILS BILLY PEPSI!

The crowd pop. Guv’nor grabs the temporary official and nails him with the Gypsy Kiss. The crowd almost take the roof off with the noise. Billy Pepsi is getting to his feet, Elliot is urging him to stay down--- The Guv’nor nails Pepsi with the Gypsy Kiss. Guv’nor makes the cover, the crowd count along.

UNO

DOS

TRES

But there is no referee. Guv’nor gets to his feet and starts to rouse the official referee in this match. After a few seconds he comes round, Guv’nor tells him a cover needs to be made. Guv’nor covers Billy again...

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NO! Billy gets up a shoulder!

West: I don’t believe it! Billy Pepsi kicked out of the Gypsy Kiss!

Guvnor gets up and grabs Billy, looking for second Gypsy Kiss. Elliot tries to run down Guv’nor with the belt, but instead he is knocked spark out with a right cross. Guv’nor does hit the Gypsy Kiss on Pepsi. He hooks back the legs...

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West: THE GUV’NOR DID IT! WHAT AN EFFORT!

The ref calls for the bell to signal the end of the match.

Paige: The winner of this match, by pinfall, and the STILL APW North American Champion....THE GUV’NOR!!!

“Original Nuttah” begins to play, but before Guv’nor can gets to his feet Robina Hood is into the ring and starts beating the champ with a crowbar.

Harris: Do you think this is Robina’s way of saying congratulations?

West: This is absolutely despicable! What business does she have out here?

Billy Pepsi gets to his feet and joins in with the beat down, much to the chagrin of the live audience. Guv’nor tries to fight his way back to his feet, but he simply cannot cope with the amount of blows reigning down on him.

West: Enough is enough! This is totally uncalled for.

Having beaten Guv’nor for thirty seconds with kicks and stomps, Billy holds Guv’nor up, allowing Robina to level him with Execution (pendulum short-range lariat). Now it’s Billy’s turn to add insult to injury and he climbs to the top rope.

West: Don’t tell me you are enjoying this, Dick?

Harris: I’m loving it, it’s great.

Pepsi taunts and is about to leap when, suddenly, the Tron flickers to life and the crowd roars.

The jumbotron shows Roy Speede backstage, watching the end of his rival's match on the big screen. It zooms out to show Alex Haden, his manager, beside him watching closely. Alex starts to speak.

Alex Haden: Well, now you know what-

Roy Speede: Not. Now. Soon enough, Pepsi will get what's coming to him.

Speede turns and walks away from the camera, with Haden in hot pursuit.

Harris: He's here... But he's not even coming out?! LAME!

The crowd boos at Roy Speede's quick departure and Pepsi chuckles into the crowd, shrugging a bit, feigning disappointment. He strides toward the ropes, but--

West: Wait!

The lights in the arena dim!

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 crowd goes nuts as “Hear Me Now” begins to play and “The Silver Lining” Roy Speede comes charging from the back and down to the ring.

West: Here comes the cavalry and Billy Pepsi looks like he wants nothing to do with this.

Speede slides under the bottom rope and tackles Pepsi, who is down off the turnbuckle, and starts pummelling him with rights and lefts. Robina Hood makes a hasty getaway, wanting none of this fight. Speede gets up and jumps to the top rope, but Elliot drags Billy out of the ring and out of harm’s way, much to the crowd’s disappointment. Speede jumps down and spots the North American Championship belt in the ring. He helps The Guv’nor to his feet and hands him the title, raising Guv’nor right arm in the air to applause from the crowd.

West: What a display by Roy Speede--- a touch of class from The Silver Lining.

Harris: What an ass kisser!

Roy Speede walks to the ropes and points to Billy Pepsi, then gestures to an imaginary watch on his wrist and throws out a signature taunt as “Hear Me Now” plays the show out.

West: Roy Speede and Billy Pepsi will collide at Mayhem, and Speede has made his intentions clear tonight. And The Guv’nor--- can he survive and hold on to his North American Championship reign against Robina Hood. Or will the perfect megastar end his career as she promised. It’s going to be some night, folks. We’ll see you at Mayhem, and for the Meltdown Super Show one night after, featuring a live draft and "Tag Team Warfare"! Mayhem weekend, ladies and gentlemen-- it's gonna be HUGE!

Cut to a shot of Roy Speede and The Guv’nor standing in the ring together, then to Billy Pepsi and Robina Hood, selling frustration as the show goes off air.

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