MAYHEM 2013

[President Jeff]

A Video package plays and once it ends, Pyro shoots from the stage. The crowd is screaming at the top of their lungs as the camera pans through the crowd. The fans hold their signs up “WDW Makes me Horney” “Gooch for World Champ” and “We Want Reggie to fuck Raab up” Are just some of the signs in the crowd. The camera then cuts to the commentators for tonight

Harvey: Welcome everyone to MAYHEM!!!!! I‘m Darren Harvey, along side me here is my partner, Johnny Chase

Chase: Thanks Darren. We have 12 Action Packed matches plan for you tonight!.

Harvey: 7 Titles is on the line tonight. Including the Xtreme Title as AC Smith defends against Nathaniel Havok

Chase: Evan Envi will be defending the Overdrive Title against Buckson Gooch

Harvey: And for the World Heavyweight Title, Michael Callahan defends against Level One, CJ Gates and Delikado.

Chase: And for the Meltdown side of things, lets let Shane West and Dick Harris fill everyone in on what‘s happening on their side of the fence

The Camera cuts to Nailz and Beckett

West: Thanks Johnny. Its great to be here at Mayhem, and I can assure you that Meltdown will be stealing the show tonight!!

Harris: Indeed. Tonight, in tag team action, we will see The Natural Born Killaz taking on Iron Nightmare in a tornado tag match!

West And for the North American TItle, The Gov’Nor defends against Robina Hood inside a Steel Cage which I guarantee will steal the show!

Harris: There’s no doubt in my mind about that! Lets pass this over to Russ T Nailz and Steve Beckett to talk about Asylum

Beckett: Thanks guys. Tonight, The Tap Out Championship will be defended in a Gauntlet match. Can TJ out last Michael Lively, William D Willams, Logan Alexander and Young Mannie?

Nailz: We also have, Stefan Raab taking on the Asylum General Manager, Reginald. If Raab wins, Raab has control of Asylum

Beckett: Our main event, we will see Terry Marvin defend the Undisputed Title against Keaton Saint and Phil Atken. Will Terry’s 9 month reign come to an end tonight?

Nailz: Its time to go to the ring for the opening contest. The Suicidal Championship match!

SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME!

The guitars and drums of the timeless Bon Jovi classic kick in throughout the arena as Christian Kane makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage, his two strippers in tow. Red and white lights focus on the Canadian Sensation and flash rapidly, drawing attention to him with the lights illuminating his body.

Tony Ferrari: The following contest is a triple threat match for the APW Suicidal Championship! Introducing first, on his way to the ring hailing from Toronto, Ontario and weighing in at 220 pounds... “The Canadian Sensation” CHRISTIAN KANE!

Grabbing his girls by the hair Kane tells the camera to ‘watch this’ before engaging a three way French kiss with his strippers. This lasts for 3 or 4 seconds before Kane lets go of the girls and pushes them aside, beginning to strut down the ramp as he slicks back his hair. He stops at ringside, looking around the arena with a smirk on his face which quickly turns to disgusted scowl as fans let Kane know exactly what they think of him. His music soon fades though and he shoots a look up the ramp behind him, where our cameras follow as well.

The haunting and brief vocals of Tina Malia penetrate the arena through its sound system and the crowd erupts into a negative reaction as "Nothing Has Been Broken" by Bassnectar rips throughout the arena, followed by neon strobes swaying through the crowd. Their reaction only grows louder as Aubrey J. Parker steps out onto the ramp, standing with a hand on her hip, and the other hand clutching that unopened, leather black box she carries as she surveys the masses.

Ferrari: And his opponent, hailing from Pleasanton, California, AUBREY J. PARKER!

With a small nod and a smile, Parker skips all the way to the side of the ring, hopping up onto the apron, sliding across with one hand gliding across the middle rope and one pressed to her lips before blowing a long and sensual kiss to the audience, earning a series of cheers from many men and women alike, though the undertone of boos follows shortly after.

Nailz: Aubrey J. Parker said she wouldn’t participate in this match because of her ribs, and it would be down to Kaylyn James Evans to “prove herself” against Christian Kane but.... well, if history is an indicator, you can’t always trust AJP...

Beckett: What are you saying? Are you calling her a liar!?

Nailz: Maybe deceptive.

AJP steps into the ring and hands the timekeeper the black box, whispering some kind of warning to him before she makes her way to Christian Kane, taking his arm and whispering something up to him. Their whispering abruptly stops as Aubrey’s music is interrupted.

"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

the sideaffects are sexual
are you down for a taste?
the sideaffects are sexual
and you love the way i say

I'm your favorite drug
your favorite drug
just one hit is never enough
i'm your favorite drug
your favorite drug
you cant break this addiction no.
your favorite drug...."

The lyrics to Porcelian and the Tramps- I'm Your Favorite Drug continued to play over the PA system as the lights fade putting the arena into total darkness. Just as the chorus would end there is a bang as the lights turn back on full blast and a cloud of smoke is on the entrance way with a figure standing within it.

Tony Ferrari: And their opponent... From Brooklyn, New York, the APW Suicidal Champion, KAYLYN JAMES EVANS!

The chorus starts up once more but this time with the lyrics included is none other then Kaylyn Evans who steps out from within the smokey patch on the stage. As the chorus was being heard throughout the crowd a smiling Kaylyn Evans was on her way down the ramp with a stride that showed nothing but confidence in herself no matter what the outcome of today's event's would be. Dressed in a black and lime green set of attire Kaylyn flaunts her body as she walks past the fans. Reaching the bottom of the ramp way Kaylyn stops and turns to the right heading around the ring and towards the far steps to ascend them and make her way onto the apron. Crossing the apron she stands there looking out at the fans. Hooking her arms on the top rope, in perfect Kaylyn fashion, she flipped back over the top rope and into the ring where she made her way around the ring looking out at all the fans in the arena, booing and not. As the music would cut Kaylyn would be focused and ready for what was to come.

The bell rings as all three competitors stand in the ring.

APW Suicidal Championship
Kaylyn James Evans © vs Christian Kane vs Aubrey J. Parker

Aubrey J. Parker whispers something to Christian Kane and then exits the ring, going to the commentary table. Kaylyn looks at her, but Christian rushes her and drives her into the corner with a Shoulder Tackle. Kaylyn cries in pain and Christian stomps at her in the corner before he Irish Whips her hard across the ring. Kaylyn hits the other corner back-first with such impact that she’s thrown to the mat after. Christian stomps toward her and yells for her to get up. He lifts her up by her hair and throws her against the ropes. KJE glares at him and Christian runs forward for a Clothesline, but Kaylyn runs forward and catches him with a thumb to the eyes!

Nailz: And the dirty fighting tactics are still ingrained in KJE!

Beckett: We have a guest at the table, Russ!! One of our competitors, the lovely Ms. Parker!

AJP: Heyhey!

Nailz: Shouldn’t you be in there? Wrestling? Trying to get your title back?

Christian Kane tries to regroup in the middle of the ring, but he’s taken down with a hard Swinging Neckbreaker by KJE. She rolls out of the ring and ducks down under the ring, searching for weapons to the crowd’s pleasure. She throws two trash can lids into the ring. She retrieves what looks like a lead pipe, ripped right off of a sink, and a flute! She throws the pipe into the ring but enters the ring with the flute in hand.

Nailz: Well this may be an APW first. Haha, can you recall ever seeing a Megastar use a flute out there!?

Beckett: No, but I don’t see why not. I think a flute to the face would hurt!

AJP: Kaylyn has very... questionable experience with flutes, but at the same time, an extraordinary talent. I’m sure she’s already demonstrated for all the guys in the back.
Beckett: ...oh!?

Christian gets to his feet and KJE slams the flute over his head like a club! He holds his face in pain, and KJE spins him around, choking him with the flute for a second before hitting a Russian Leg Sweep! She goes for a pin!

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Christian Kane powers out before two, but as KJE rolls to her knees she clubs him with the flute again! She tosses it aside and captures him in a front facelock, going to lift him, going for a DDT, but Christian Kane manages to push her away. He goes for the Super Sexy Kick naturally, but KJE ducks down beneath it! Christian stumbles forward into a Low Blow! He yells out in agony and KJE hits a closed-fist uppercut a moment later! KJE runs at him, going for a Tornado DDT, but Kane reverses it into a Northern Lights Suplex! He’s in too much pain to capitalize and make the cover. He rolls to the ropes, taking a breather.

Nailz: Maybe because of the effects of that low blow, Kane couldn’t capitalize and make that pin!

AJP: He’s just working. Give him some time.

KJE and Christian Kane reach their feet at the same time. KJE runs to the corner and leaps to the middle turnbuckle before twisting and turning back to Kane to hit him with a modified Springboard Boot to his jaw! Christian Kane falls to his rear and Kaylyn hits the ropes, coming back at him for a knee to the jaw but Christian throws himself back and counters, throwing Kaylyn to the mat with a Schoolboy and hooking her tights for the pin!

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Kickout!

Beckett: Almost!!

AJP: Just give it time...

Kaylyn kicks out, but as she rolls to her feet, she grabs one of the trash can lids. Christian grabs the pipe as he climbs to his feet, but KJE strikes first and smashes the lid across his skull, not once, but twice! Christian looks to be out on his feet and Kaylyn drops the lid down, planting Christian with a DDT onto it! Christian holds his head in pain and KJE makes a cover.

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Shoulder up!

KJE lifts up the lead pipe that Christian dropped and measures him as he climbs to his feet. Christian gets up and KJE runs at him, swinging for the fences with the thick pipe- but Christian ducks beneath her. It flies from her grip, hitting the mat, and Christian Kane nails a Back Suplex onto the second trash can lid! KJE holds her back in pain as she climbs up, and Kane nails the Swinging Backbreaker!

AJP: That’s Danger Zone, and it might be as good as done!

Nailz: He’s making the cover, and he’s got both legs hooked.

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THR...kickout!

KJE kicks out and Christian Kane grabs her by the hair, lifting her up again. He drives her face-first into the top turnbuckle in the corner! KJE holds her head in pain, and Christian Kane makes his way to the lead pipe. He stalks his way toward KJE and she turns, seeing him coming. Immediately she goes low, trying to take out Kane’s knee, but he drops down and clubs the back of her neck with the pipe! The crowd groans in sympathy and Kane angrily raises the pipe, bringing it down on her back! KJE yells out in agony and Christian Kane forces her up, driving her to the mat with a Corkscrew Neckbreaker!

Nailz: Cover!!

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Beckett: New champ!!

THRRRRE... Shoulder up!!

AJP: Oooohh, REALLY?

Christian Kane stomps at KJE’s back, yelling in frustration. He yells for Aubrey to get into the ring, and lifts KJE up toward the corner.

AJP: Be right back, guys. Team meeting.

Nailz: Team m-?

Aubrey leaves the commentator’s table and hops up to the apron, but KJE hits Christian with a throat thrust out of nowhere! She leaps onto his shoulders and hits a release Hurricanrana that sends Kane into the turnbuckles! Aubrey watches in fear as KJE lifts Kaylyn up again and drives him to the mat with a Facebuster! KJE watches as Kane writhes in pain on the mat, but then turns and locks eyes with Parker. The crowd cheers as the two women stare across the ring at one another. KJE charges at Parker, and AJP tries to drop down from the apron, but KJE grabs two fistfulls of hair! She forces Parker up onto the apron, pulling her through the ropes, into the ring!

Nailz: This isn’t where Aubrey J. Parker wanted to be...

Beckett: LET HER GO!!!

Kaylyn grabs Aubrey and delivers one solid punch to her injured ribs. Aubrey screams in pain and immediately falls to her knees. Kaylyn turns Aubrey around, locking her in the Full Nelson, going for the KY Bomb...

Nailz: THE SSK!

Beckett: Super Sexy Kick to KJE!!

Kaylyn James Evans hits the ground as a result of the Super Sexy Kick, and Aubrey J. Parker lands on top of her while Christian Kane regroups!

Nailz: Wait- Aubrey has the cover!

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Christian Kane yanks the hurt AJP off of Kaylyn at the last moment! She clutches her ribs and Christian yells down to her, asking what she was doing. Aubrey seems to be in too much pain to argue.

Nailz: Well- I don’t think Aubrey was trying to make a pin there. But now Christian Kane certainly is!

Christian Kane covers Kaylyn and the referee slides across the mat, slapping his hand against the canvas.

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THRE..kickout!

Christian Kane looks up at the referee in shock, who holds up two fingers to him. Christian Kane shakes his head, his features contorting to show a glare. He grabs the referee by his collar, and demands for him to count faster. The referee warns Christian Kane, and Kane turns back toward his two fallen opponents. He starts to walk toward Kaylyn as she tries to get up, but his eyes dart toward Aubrey who is using the ropes to get to her feet. Christian looks between them again... and starts to make a step toward Aubrey...

Beckett: Christian, that’s- that’s the wrong way!

Christian seems to be bracing himself for another SSK... but he turns, and KJE runs across the ring and hits him with a Dropkick! He falls to his back, but as soon as he hits the ground, Aubrey J. Parker nails KJE with a Shining Wizard! KJE hits the mat and Aubrey drops to her knees beside her, laughing to herself as the audience boos.

Nailz: ...thought she was gonna stay out of it.

Parker forces Kaylyn up by her hair and winks at the crowd before she positions Kaylyn for a Powerbomb... but Kaylyn counters with a Sunset Flip! Instead of pinning Aubrey, Kaylyn rolls through and grabs the tag rope from the top turnbuckle! She turns around as Aubrey runs toward her, but Kaylyn catches her with a hard boot to the jaw! Aubrey falls against the ropes and Kaylyn rapidly ties Aubrey to the top rope with the tag rope!

Beckett: Hey! That’s not fair!

Nailz: It is when the Suicidal Championship is on the line!

KJE turns around, but Christian Kane has lifted the lead pipe up once again! He runs at her and drives it into her skull! Aubrey laughs maniacally from the corner. She tries to pull herself free, but her hand doesn’t so much as budge. Christian drops down and pins Kaylyn James Evans.

Nailz: Did you hear that shot? This has to be over....

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3-NO!!

Beckett: You’re joking!

KJE kicks out and Christian Kane runs his hands through his hair. Shaking with rage, he slowly gets to his feet and backs into the corner, violently urging KJE to climb to her feet. She finally does, shaking, and looks up at Christian Kane...

He runs forward and aims a second SSK at her head, but Kaylyn ducks under his leg and Christian spins around into a Small Package! The referee drops down and makes the count!

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3!

The bell rings and the crowd erupts as “I’m Your Favorite Drug” hits the sound system. Kaylyn James Evans rolls out of the ring while an enraged Christian Kane grabs at her! She snatches the Suicidal Championship and escapes through the crowd!

Tony Ferrari: Here is your winner... and STILL the APW Suicidal Champion, ‘KJE’ Kaylyn James Evans!!!

Beckett: You’ve- that has to be the LUCKIEST thing I have ever seen in my life!

The referee finally gets Aubrey J. Parker loose from the tag rope. She holds her ribs in pain, but screams out in frustration as KJE escapes through the audience. Christian Kane joins her in the center of the ring, clearly too upset to speak. He paces, shaking his head, face buried in his palms.

Nailz: Kaylyn James Evans did it! She survived the triple threat! She’s STILL our Suicidal Champion!

Beckett: I demand a recount!

Kaylyn James Evans grins down at the two from the crowd, flanked by roaring fans. She holds the Suicidal Title belt above her head, mocking AJP as she blows a kiss down to her and Christian Kane, who continue to glare at her from the center of the ring as we fade away.

Backstage in The Dying Breed’s locker room, it was only Jair Hopkins who played the role as spectator tonight. With him was a young guy who seemed to be the tailor of some suit store. It seemed as the two had a good connection, it just wasn’t some guy. He held a top and a bottom to a suit in his hand as Jair sported a clean-looking blazer with matching pants in dark royal blue and slate gray. Jair looked in a mirror at himself as the guy checked over what Hopkins had on, making sure all looked proper.

Jair Hopkins: It feels good to be here at Mayhem tonight, cheering on my “brothers” as they do battle to make this weekend a “TDB Takeover”. Williams with the upset, Bailey with the revenge. I look to enjoy this night before the storm tomorrow!

Tailor: You look fly as hell with this suit on, bruh!

Jair Hopkins: I thank you for hooking me up with a short week and all. Appreciate it! I even appreciate you flying out from Brooklyn to Brazil just to hook me up. Thanks fam!

Tailor: You know you can count on me.

As the two went to dap hands, busting out from inside the locker room’s closet was none other than Foul Play’s own, Reaver, as he caught a slow-turning Hopkins around the neck with a thick rope, color red that resembled the actual rope used for the ring ropes. Hopkins struggled as the Tailor guy stumbled trying to run for help. Hopkins arms flail in the air as he tries to escape but there was no way in HELL he was escaping the tightness Reaver had with the ropes, dragging Jair as he went a bit back towards the closets. Jair continues to try but after close to two minutes in, he was out, like a light.

Nailz: REAVER??? HOW DID HE EVEN GET IN DYING BREED’S LOCKER ROOM??

Beckett: Reaver did some epic James Bond infiltration. That’s how!

Nailz: He’s choking Hopkins with a ring rope???

Beckett: Reaver took Hopkins’s words seriously. Hopkins is done for. Looks like he won’t be spectating anytime soon!

Nailz: Security needs to come quick!! He’s damn near trying to kill Hopkins with that rope.

Reaver: CHOKE ON THAT! HEHEHEHEHEHEH!!!!

Reaver continued to choke, trying to actually put Jair out of commission for good. Thankfully, the quickness of APW’s security team came into the room in which Reaver outsmarted the bulky gentlemen in making his way out of the room, leaving the evidence right by Hopkins.

The team of security and Hopkins’s Tailor surrounded Hopkins as they shook him to wake him up after several attempts. Choking, coughing up some blood on the floor. They helped him up and into a chair as the chaos from the back had cut back to ringside.

Beckett: Reaver starting things off for Foul Play early!

Nailz: Hopefully Hopkins is alright and he’s not injured from that. He does have a very important match tomorrow with him and Anthony Bailey defending the APW Tag Titles. Hopefully we’ll have a report later.

[President Jeff]

The members of Foul Play are backstage messing around in the locker room as the scene opens. Jason Kash throwing elbows and combinations into the empty space in front of him as Reaver sits Indian style in a corner, playing with a a cockroach he found, letting it crawl over his hands as his head tilts and a smile is popped out from his mask. Lively is standing in front of the long mirror checking his hair and his look for the night. Kash and Lively preparing for their match as Kash stops warming up. He steps to the center of the locker room and gets the attention from Foul Play.

Jason Kash: Hey listen..I'm ready to go, ready to fight and bleed but I need to do this on my own. I don't want nobody coming out there regardless of how shit might look, I got this.

Michael Lively: And there goes the fun for Reaver tonight...I'm fine with that, I've got a big match myself tonight and I'm bringing home that TapOut...KO...Whatever you want to call that belt, I'm bringing it to Foul Play..TONIGHT! We sweep the competition. Tonight, The Supershow. We make this week OUR week.

Jason Kash: Sounds good! Reaver you alright with that?

Reaver: Huh? Yeah, yeah I'm okay with that. Just win alright? Beat that son of a bitch and then we can go and become Tag Champions...I'll sit here and play with Roscoe.

Both Lively and Kash look at each other, Kash shrugs his shoulders as Lively points at Kash. The two silently go back and forth as to who should respond to Reaver next. They play a quick Rock, Paper, Scissors game, Kash loses with Paper. His head drops and he turns to Reaver as Lively goes back to getting his look right.

Jason Kash: You...You named the Cockroach?

Lifting his head, his eyes off the roach and up at his partner. Reaver smiles and nods.

Reaver: Yes. Roscoe The Roach. He tickles as he scurries over my bare skin. I feel each and every tiny little leg. Could he be our Mascot?

Michael Lively: Whoa, Whoa, Whoa Now!! Sabur is our Mascot! Unofficially...

Jason Kash: Yeah man, we don't need a mascot of any kind. I'm glad your occupied though, saves someone some pain tonight. These people can thank us later for that..

Reaver looks back down at his new friend disappointed. Suddenly Reaver palms the roach and pops it into his mouth. As he begins to chew, you can hear the crunch of the roach's shell. Kash steps two feet back and Lively gags before dipping into the bathroom to get away. Kash nods his head as the scene cuts back to ringside.



'Cult of Personality' hits on the PA system as bright white strobe lights flicker around the arena. Nathaniel steps out from the back, and casually walks to the top of the ramp. Some fans begin to boo him, but his "cult-like" following overshadows them with their deafening cheers. He gives a sadistic grin to the crowd before throwing his hands in the air as Pyro goes off around him. Nathaniel then begins to casually walk down the ramp, hopping onto the ring apron, and climbing the rope. He taunts the crowd before jumping over the ropes, and into the ring. Nathaniel runs the ropes a few times, getting a feel for them before the match. He then takes his shirt off, tosses it into the crowd, and stands in his corner as the music dies out.

Harvey: Here’s the challenger. He looks ready.

Chase: I’m calling it now. The upset. Havok is going to go out there and win this match right now.

Harvey: I wouldn’t go that far.

Chase: Tonight will be a great victory for Nathanial Havok.

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

“ALL OF THE LIGHTS”

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

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

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

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

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

Harvey: The champion looks better than ever tonight for this big title defense.

Chase: He looks like a man who is in over his head to me.

Harvey: PLEASE. It’s match time and both men look ready for war.

APW XTREME TITLE MATCH
AC Smith Vs Nathaniel Havok

The bell sounds and the two men stare at each other nose to nose. The start talking to each other before Havok slaps Smith. Smith smiles at this and then slaps Havok back before tackling him down and the two men start having a fist fight on the mat.

Harvey: This match is already degenerating into a brawl.

Chase: I LOVE IT! Forget all this niceness. Just go out there and kill each other. That’s skill wrestling right there.

They eventually stop and get to their feet before continuing the fist fight. Smith gains the advantage before clotheslining Havok which sends him through the ropes and down to the floor. Smith goes right out after him. As Havok rises to his feet Smith grabs him and throws him over the railing into the front row. Smith goes out after him as he crowd goes wild.

Chase: Look at Smith running away like the coward we all know he is.

Harvey: Please. Havok is running for his life right now.

They start fighting their way through the crowd as they continue to brawl. Smith grabs a drink from a fan and tosses it in face of Havok. Havok wipes off the drink from his face before kicking Smith low. Havok then sees a fan holding a canoe oar which he grabs and starts hitting Smith with. Smith staggers back before getting knocked down after getting hit in the head by the oar. Havok holds up the oar for the crowd to see.

Harvey: He’s using that canoe oar every effectively.

Chase: I like how the fans are giving them weapons. That is a practice that I approve of.

As Havok stops posing he goes to hit Smith with the oar again only to get kicked low. Havok drops the oar and holds his groin in pain as Smith gets to his feet. Smith looks around briefly before seeing a fan trying to hand him a frying pan. Smith grabs it before smashing Havok in the head with it. The crowd loves it as he does it two more times before breaking the pan. Havok is now on the ground bleeding as Smith holds up the broken handle of the pan as the crowd cheers him on.

Chase: These fans make me sick.

Harvey: But I thought you liked them giving the wrestlers weapons.

Chase: That was before and this is now.

Smith pulls him to his feet before punching him which causes Havok to fall over some chairs. Havok gets up from the ground with Smith in pursuit. Havok grabs a T-shirt off the ground and when Smith goes to grab him he wraps the shirt around Smith’s neck and starts choking him with it. The referee is over there trying to keep fans away. As Havok chokes him Smith nails him with some forearm shots to the ribs to cause him to release the choke. Havok then grabs a foam finger from a kid and hits him with it. This only pisses off Smith who shoves him down. Havok crawls on the ground briefly before grabbing a crutch from a fan and using it to hit Smith in the stomach with it. Smith holds his stomach in pain as Havok heads toward the stage. Havok stumbles past the barricade and is now heading toward the stage with Smith right on his heels.

Harvey: They’re headed for the stage now.

Chase: This is going to go everywhere.

Havok turns and sees Smith. Smith lunges for him but Havok grabs him arm and whips him into the staging. Havok then starts heading for the ring as Smith is on the stage knocked down. Havok reaches the ring and starts looking under the ring for weapons. He pulls out a bag, a wooden board with barbed wire on it, and a barbed wire wrapped 2x4.

Chase: Now we’re getting weapons out. YEAH!

Harvey: Business just picked up. This is going to be brutal.

Smith is back to his feet now and is heading for the ring. Smith reaches the ringside area only to be hit in the head with the barbed wire 2x4. Now Smith is bleeding as Havok starts raking it over his face.

Chase: YES! USE IT LIKE A CHEESE GRATER!

Harvey: This is vicious and disgusting. No words can describe how brutal this match is becoming.


Havok stops raking his face with the 2x4 and pushes him to the ground. Havok now has the bag and tosses it into the ring before climbing into the ring himself. Havok then opens up the bag and drops thumbtacks all over the ring.

Harvey: Oh no. Now they’ve got thumbtacks in the ring.

Chase: I hope Havok turns Smith into a human pin cushion.

Smith is back to his feet and groggily stumbles toward the ring before crawling in. Havok immediately starts stomping on him as he enters the ring. Havok motions to the thumbtacks as the crowd reacts to it. Havok grabs Smith and pulls him over to the thumbtacks. Havok motions that he’s going for his finisher. Havok then goes for the Commence Destruction but Smith lifts him up and tosses him back first onto the Thumbtacks! Havok sits up in pain as the crowd erupts.

Harvey: AY DIOS MIO!!!!

Chase: Dear lord…c’mon, Havok! Get out of the ring before he pins you!

Smith quickly pushes him down and covers him.

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Havok kicks out. Havok then rolls out of the ring and has thumbtacks all over his back and arms. He tries to pull some of them out but Smith goes right out after him. Smith grabs Havok and rams him into the ringpost head first. Havok falls to the ground holding his head in pain. Smith then starts looking under the ring before pulling out two tables as the crowd goes wild.

Harvey: Now Smith is getting out the tables.

Chase: That’s about the only way he can get wood.

Smith sets up a table on the floor and climbs back into the ring. The crowd loves it as he picks up Havok and lifts him up for a Powerbomb but instead of Powerbombing him in the ring instead he launches him over the top rope and Powerbombs him through the table he just set up on the floor! The crowd erupts.

Chase: NOOOOOO!!!

Harvey: That was unbelievable. The strength of Smith is amazing.

The ref climbs out to check on Havok as Smith climbs out of the ring. He pushes the ref out of the way and pulls Havok to his feet. Havok is out of it at this point. Smith rolls him into the ring and climbs in himself before going for a cover.

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Havok somehow kicks out as Smith looks on in disbelief. Smith can’t believe it. He looks at the ref but the ref tells him it was a two count. Smith starts looking around and sees the board with barbed wire on it. He smirks before pulling Havok to his feet and tossing him over the top rope to the floor by the board before climbing out to the floor himself.

Harvey: Smith has evil intentions.

Chase: I hope he trips and falls on that board.

Smith looks at the board before pulling up Havok to his feet. He lifts Havok up and is going to bodyslam him onto the barbed wire covered board but Havok gets out of it. Smith turns around and Havok kicks him low. Havok then grabs him and rams his head into the railing. He then grabs his arm and whips Smith into the ringpost head first. Smith flies through the air briefly before hitting the floor with a thud.

Harvey: Did you see how he just flew through the air after hitting the post?

Chase: Yeah I did and I loved every second of it.

Havok grabs a steel chair and folds it before smashing it into the back of Smith’s head. Smith falls onto the announce table as Havok tosses the chair aside and nails him with forearm shots to the chest. He then looks up at the ring before looking down at Smith.

Harvey: What in the hell is Havok thinking?

Chase: I don’t know but whatever it is I like it.

Havok then quickly rolls into the ring and stands up before climbing up to the top turnbuckle looking down at Smith. He then poses before leaping and nailing Smith with a Flying Elbow Drop! The crowd erupts as both Smith and Havok slide off the table and onto the floor where the announcers sit at.

Chase: Our announce position has been all but destroyed. Harvey’s putting his head set back on since it got knocked over during that chaos.

It’s bedlam around ringside as the referee climbs out and checks on both wrestlers as they are laying on the floor. Havok crawls to his feet and heads over toward the side of the ring where the barded wire covered board is located. Smith gets to his feet and uses the railing to follow him. Havok sees him and turns around to kick him in the midsection. Havok then pulls him toward the barbed wire board only to be punched in the midsection three times. Smith then picks him up into a Powerslam position as he motions to the barbed wire covered board. Smith goes for a Powerslam but Havok wiggles out of it. Before Smith can react Havok grabs him and bulldogs him head first onto the barbed wire.

Harvey: I’m back and…OH MY GOD! Look at all the blood pouring from Smith’s head.

Chase: He’s wearing a crimson mask and I love every minute of it.

Harvey: Somebody get a doctor out here. Smith’s face is covered in blood now after that move.

Smith is bleeding everywhere now but is still moving. Havok goes over and grabs a steel chair before climbing back into the ring. He sets the chair on the mat before waiting for Smith to crawl in the ring himself. Havok immediately attacks him with clubbing shots to the back of the head. Havok motions to the chair and says he’s going to end it.

Smith staggers over and crawls into the ring. Havok looks at the chair and then looks at Smith before picking up the chair. He then runs over with the chair and uses it to go for the Commence Destruction. Smith gets out of it and grabs Havok into the Big Apple Asskicker! He drops him face first onto the thumbtacks before running the ropes and performing a big splash on him. The crowd loves it as he turns over Havok and covers him, hooking the leg.

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Winner And STILL APW Xtreme Champion: AC Smith

Smith sits up and is handed his belt before rolling out of the ring. Smith is clearly out of it as he staggers to the back getting a standing ovation. In the ring Havok sits up before crawling out of the ring. He also gets a standing ovation as he staggers to the back clearly out of it. However it’s Smith who is holding up the belt in celebration as both men head backstage after this brutal contest.

The scene cuts in the arena. People bustle around in the business of putting on and attending the show. There are a number of carts set up to sell food and merchandise. Sampson, in a Mayhem tshirt and forestgreen jeans, sits on a stool at one of the carts. From the items in front of Sampson, this cart sells two things: corn on the cob and beer. Sampson is working his way through one of each. Behind him Jace, Jason and his two body guards walk by. As they pass Sampson says a single word, gruff and loud enough for all four to hear.

Sampson: Bitch.

Sampson throws back the rest of his beer. The men come to a stop. All four men are in black suits Jason standing in the middle looks at Sampson

Jason: What did you say asshole?

Sampson: Yeah. You fucking heard me. I said there goes that bitch and the man who pimps her out. I said there goes that bitch I stomped the last time I saw him. There goes that bitch. And then you stopped. Because you fucking heard me. What’s up?

Jason: Your big and bad are you? Well I've got something for people like you Sampson, but I'm going to be a nice guy so I'm going to let you off with a warning. I only give one warning take it. Tuck your tail and run away. Like you did your wife, your kids, your house. Your not man enough to take what's yours. You run and blame your problems on everyone else.

At this time you can see the guards and Jace form a semi circle around the beer and corn cart.

Jason: See, I take my problems like Jace here and I turn them into what I want them to be. Enjoy your beer Sampson because after the Super Show, they are going to have to feed you through an I.V.

With that said Jason motions with a head nod for everyone to come on. As they are walking away Jace and Jason are in front and their guards right behind them making sure Sampson doesn't come up from behind. Jason can be heard talking to Jace.

Jason: Listen to me boy. He just disrespected you. He didn't disrespect me, he knows better. What are you going to do about it? I will tell you what. Your going to seriously fuck his shit up. I want his knee. I want you to "sweep the leg", and you better not disappoint me son. Handle this business. If you every want my respect you'll do as I say, or there will be consequences.

The camera stops following them as they continue down the hall.

[President Jeff]

As we head backstage a camera is zoomed in tight on the Foul Play logo. As it widens it's view you begin to see the smug and arrogant look of Michael Lively standing next to Jack Spade.

Jack Spade: Folks, I'm joined back here by none other then...

Lively grabs the mans wrist pulling microphone closer toward his own mouth.

Lively: The people...they know who I am...

Lively glares at this man, then shakes his head.

Lively: Who are you is something they might be asking themselves?

Spade tries to pull the microphone back but Lively still holds his wrist tight.

Lively: It honestly makes no difference what your name is, or who you are...the thing that makes me overly joyed is this...

Lively reaches between the mans legs awkwardly grabbing his manly parts. Jack Spades eyes open wide with shock.

Lively: You see the other two shows I was on, they like to have pretty little things in dresses back here, as if I'm not enough entertainment?

Still holding the mans goods Lively smiles then releases his hold on the crotch while still keeping the microphone close.

Lively: Let me ask you this...uh what's your name?

Lively pushes the mic over.

Jack Spade: It's Spade, Jack Spade!!

Lively: You look more like a Timmy to me, you remind me of a guy we used to call Timmy Tits back in school...

The guy unpleased by the remarks of the Hall of Fame Megastar grimaces toward him as he rambles on.

Lively: Well Timmy Tits, who is more hated then Michael Lively?

Jack Spade: No one!!

Lively: That is right. I have transcend international borders, racial differences, no matter your religious affiliations...I bring the world together, united in one cause...to simply hate the JESUS...hahaha!!!

Lively smiles as his grip releases on the microphone and a regular interview can commence. Michael out stretches his arms arrogantly smirking before starting to speak once more.

Lively: You see the people are too stupid to know a real talent when they have one as rugged as myself standing before them. They boo me, Kash, Reaver, even Terry Marvin!!!

Lively: Yet you cheer for people like Anthony Bailey!!

The response from the crowd shifts with a huge pop of excitement.

Lively: People like T.J.!!!

Again they rant out with devotion as Lively motions with a facial gesture as if he were gagging.

Lively: Tonight T.J. decides to test his luck in a Gauntlet, I plan on being the difference maker in that match. I plan on being the one who relieves T.J. of his duties as Tap Out champion. I will....

"Woah there Mikey!"

The crowd pops with a groan as Young Mannie's steps into the frame. The Main Attraction wastes no time as Lively just glares toward the Mannie waiting to hear what he has to say.

Mannie: So let me get straight…You said that you were going relieve TJ of Tap Out title right?

Lively: Yeah as a…

Mannie: Shut up!

Lively smiles as Mannie interrupts him.

Mannie: Now as I was saying Lively that comment doesn’t seem to be sitting right with me, I thought maybe I heard you wrong the first time, but then again you do have your head shoved so far up your own ass that its not hard to recognize when some B.S. has entered the atmosphere.

Lively rolls his eyes toward the Main Attraction as if hoping for some thing to transpire.

Mannie: Oh are you mad Lively?

Lively: You’re…

Mannie: I said SHUT UP!

Lively steps forward as Mannie doesn't back down. The tension has built, and Mannie seems to be in a position that he had hoped for.

Mannie: Well since I got your attention now Lively, then allow me to clue you in on as too why you are not going to be winning that gauntlet tonight. See maybe you have forgotten but I haven’t at all, so let’s go back down memory lane Lively. It was last year and I was fresh back on the scene in APW, I was having a good ole time in Meltdown.

Lively's aggression subsides briefly as he looks puzzled. The man then turns away as if bored out of his mind.

Mannie: No no no…Don’t look around Lively! I want you to look me in the face when I say this. Now during that time you were the North American Champion, you were so damn dominating it wasn’t even funny, left and right you were dropping bodies on the roster.

Lively makes a smug look of arrogance as he now remembers, but still wishes his time was no longer interrupted.

Mannie: Yeah I figured you would remember that Lively but I remember something else that went on during that time that was not so happy for you.

Lively makes a face that suggest that finally on the same page as to what Mannie’s alluding too.

Mannie: Yeah I can see it in your eyes that you know what I’m talking about Lively, yeah I know damn well you do because it was me who caused that moment of unhappiness when I clocked you in the head with that NA championship. Now I know there are some people who are thinking why was that moment so impactful? Well I’m glad you’re asking that question people, because we both know that it wasn’t just the fact that I just laid you out with a championship belt…No Lively we both know that it was much deeper than that. See the real reason you were pissed at me was because you didn’t see it coming, you thought you were so damn untouchable that nobody including the “Carefree Stoner” could get to you, but I proved that theory wrong didn’t I Lively? I was able to get in your head in one night with just one attack, while so many others had tried to before me but couldn’t even do with one match. So it was that reason and that reason alone that pissed you off so much to the point that you took it upon yourself to nearly destroy not only my career and my life with a home invasion.

Lively is now red with anger as Mannie doesn’t stop confronting him face to face.

Mannie: Yeah you tried to take me out with your goons, having them doing your dirty work for you because you weren’t man enough to do so yourself but they failed didn’t they? They couldn’t get the job done, now sure I nearly lost my arm in the process but I gain so much more. See I knew that once I was able to back to 100% and after I had reached a certain level of status in APW that we would me again, so please allow me the honor of telling you in your face that I have not forgotten and tonight is the night I repay you!

Lively puffs out his chest with a huge sigh, his face almost relived Mannie was finished talking. Lively again snatches the microphone from Spade, with his left hand he shoves the interviewer out of the picture, and moves in close to the Main Attraction.

Lively: You done rambling? I'm not sure if people changed the channel by now, asked for a PPV refund, or quite possibly decided to leave their seats in the arena, because for fuck sakes my friend you are boring!!! So are you done wasting the precious air in the vicinity, more importantly do you feel better now that you got that off your chest?

Mannie shakes his head yes, as Lively cocks his head sideways.

Lively: That arm...

Lively looks down at the arm previously injured.

Lively: That's what you are upset about? That's what kept you from coming to me to get some sooner then this? Please Mannie you aren't even on my radar, worth my valuable time. If this match tonight was a picnic, then you my friend are nothing more then the annoyance of a fly!!

Suddenly Sabur, Jason Kash, and Reaver step in the frame behind Michael Lively.

Lively: So if you still want to have the physical health to at least walk down the ramp to your music later, I would suggest you Shoo Fly!!!

Lively waves the man off carelessly, as Mannie's eyes shift behind the self proclaimed JESUS at his entourage. Mannie smirks while shaking his head and backs out of view.


Tony: The following contest is a Tornado Tag Match scheduled for one fall

The drums begin to roll as "Welcome to the Family" by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play over the arena. The lights darken and the entrance way lights up as the silhouette of a woman stands with her hands on her hips. The guitar then kicks in as a voice engulfs the entire arena.

"Hey kid, do I have your attention?
I know the way you've been living.
Life's so reckless, tragedy endless.
Welcome to the family."

"Hey, there's something missing!
Only time will alter your vision.
Never in question, lethal injection.
Welcome to the family."

Tony: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 348 pounds, the team of Tommy Knox and Niobe Martin, they are IRON NIGHTMARE

Niobe Martin slowly walks out from the back, welcomed with boos from the crowd. She stops in the center of the entrance stage and looks over the arena. Then, Tommy Knox slowly makes his way from the back as the boos get louder. As Niobe stands there, she holds her arms out beside her. Knox then walks up behind her and places his hands on her waist and kisses her on the neck before looking over the arena himself, smiling at the fans with each and every boo that comes his way. The two then slowly walk down the aisle, towards the ring as the music continues to drown the fans reaction. Once at ringside, Niobe slides under the bottom rope as Knox climbs the steps and enters in the corner, under the top rope. The two then walk to the center of the ring as the fans continue to boo. Niobe scans the crowd over as Knoxville stands behind her, holding her in his arms. The two then turn to one another and look into each others eyes as the music continues. The two then kiss as the fans erupt in louder boos and the music slowly dies off.

Tony: And their opponents

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

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

Tony: Weighing in at a combined weights of 515 pounds, the team of Leon Roberts and Jake Titan. They are The Natural Born Killaz

Both men appear on the stage, along with Leon's Wife Demonica. Jake Titan is seen with his shopping cart full of weapons. All three walk down the ramp. Once at ringside, Jake parks his Shopping card, as Demonica cimbs up and waits on the apron. Both men slide in.mLeon and Jake both head to the center of the ring. Leon poses with his arms crossed, while Jake kneels infront doing two guns pointing down gang sign. They maintain that pose until the lyrics start up again. Jake gets up, and Demonica removes their jackets, as she heads out of the ring. Both men the head for opposing turnbuckles, and pose for the fans.

TORNADO TAG TEAM MATCH

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Iron Nightmare vs Natural Born Killaz

The bell rings and the combatants run at each other with reckless abandon. Knox spears Roberts to the mat. As Leon Roberts is getting to one knee, Knox blasts him with forearm clubs to the back of the head. Niobe dropkicks the larger Titan’s knee out from under him and jumps on him as he face plants. Martin grabs his arm and flips over in an armbreaker, Titan tries to get up, but when he does Nightmare delivers repeated smashes to his face with her leg, Jake weasels out of the hold and rolls out of the ring trying to limp off the sick dropkick from earlier. Niobe climbs out after him, leaving Tommy Knox and Leon Roberts in the ring. Knox lifts Leon Roberts onto the ropes and tries to clothesline him over the top, but Roberts drops his shoulder and back body drops Knox over the top rope, landing on his feet on the ring apron in a great show of athleticism. Roberts spins and nails Knox with an elbow smash, then following up with a headbutt that sends Knox down to the floor. Roberts rolls out of the ring to follow.


Harris: We were expecting a fierce battle and that’s exactly what we are getting today.

West: No one in this match is afraid to bleed, not even Niobe, if it means victory. They will carry their scars like badges. They both want this win...bad.

Roberts grabs Knox and throws him into the steel barrier, following this up with a running knee to the midsection, then grabs Knox by the head and slams his face into the ring apron, before rolling him back into the ring. Niobe charges around the ring to cut off Roberts but takes a vicious clothesline for her efforts. Roberts picks her up by the hair and and is then slammed face first into the ring post. Roberts clinches one nostril and delivers a snot rocket onto Martin. Tommy Knox is back to a verticle base in the ring with Roberts focussing on Niobe. Roberts slips back into the ring Knox drops on him with a jumping elbow drop to the back of Roberts’ neck. Titan climbs to the apron and Knox sees this. He sends Roberts into the ropes hard and Titan flies from the apron and guts himself on the guardrail. Knox follows in on a stumbling Leon Roberts and nails a one handed bulldog. Knox takes his hands and rubs the sweat from his face and lifts Roberts to his feet and sends him into the turnbuckle. Knox lifts Roberts onto the ropes and delivers a few shots to the body, then plants Roberts with a second rope, sit out DDT. Jake Titan stumbles into the ring. Titan is up and Knox walks towards him, Titan backs into the corner acting like he’s scared. Knox starts jawing at him and Titan points behind him. Knox turns around as Roberts drops Knox with a savate kick. Jake Titan and Leon Roberts high five and start kicking Tommy Knox. Niobe is now up and climbs the turnbuckle and nails a missle dropkick that sends Roberts sprawling through the middle ropes. Titan grabs her and delivers a pinning Power Bomb.

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West: Jake Titan may be big and strong, but he’s going to have to do more than that to stop Niobe Nightmare.

Jake Titan is back to his feet and grabs up Tommy Knox. He tries to get him with a waistlock, but a back elbow from Knox stopes it. Knox spins around and pushes Jake Titan down towards a neutral corner, then runs in and connects with a low thrust kick to the face. Knox lifts Jake Titan in the corner and starts slapping him about the face, before a toe kick, then tossing him across the ring with a belly to belly suplex. Knox then points at Niobe, he bows and points over to Jake Titan.

West: Knox and Martin have isolated Jake Titan and they’re taking control of this match.

Niobe charges in and stomps Titan, forcing him into the ropes. Niobe lifts Titan on the ropes and delivers some savage chops to the chest, whipping across the ring and following up with a diving clip to the same injured knee as before. A sadistic smile appears on her face as she casually covers a writhing Titan...

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Roberts is in and breaks the count by kicking Niobe to the back of the head.

Knox charges in at Roberts, and Roberts ducks a clothesline and turns around and meets Knox midring with a pump kick to the face.

Harris: Niobe is going to regret not really going for the pin there.

West: Tommy Knox almost lost his head!

Nobe lifts Titan into a headlock, he immediately lifts her up and just tosses her like a child from the ring THROUGH THE TIMEKEEPER’S TABLE!!!!!!! The fans all stand up and are in awe!

West: NIOBE NIGHTMARE IS DEAD!!!!!!

Harris: She’s moving, but it’s sure not much.

Knox and Roberts are up and exchanging punches, until Jake Titan gets behind Knox and drops an elbow to the crown of his head. Knox stumbles and Roberts holds his arms. Jake Titan licks his thumb and delivers a wicked right hook to the jaw of Knox. Knox tries to fall, but Roberts holds him up. Titan lays into him with a left jab to the nose followed by a wild haymaker right that busts open Knox’s right eyebrow. Knox’s nose is starting to bleed from the previous punch, but Titan is just getting started. He unloads three successive body shots with his might left hand that cause Knox to cringe and again try to drop to his feet, but Roberts again keeps holding him up so he can’t fall. Titan sends a few more jabs to the eys of Knox.

West: I’m thinking that Titan is wanting to blacken those eyes so Knox can’t see.

Harris: If Niobe is broken down on the mat and Knox can’t see, this might spell the end for Iron Nightmare.

Titan grabs Knox and gets him ready for a double arm DDT, Roberts stops him and grabs his feet and steps up to the second rope...SPIKED DOUBLE ARM DDT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Titan rolls Knox over...

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West: SHE’S ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!

Leon Roberts and Jake Titan are irrate and they storm out of the ring, Titan with a limp, Roberts with fury in his eyes and they back her into the guard rail...KNOX WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!!!!!!!!!

West: That took everything in his power, but he climbed to the top rope and jumped, I don’t even know if he can see!!!!!!

Martin walks past the carnage on the floor and rolls into the ring. Roberts, who took the least damage of the three wrestlers from the dive, stumbles over to the apron before crawling into the ring.

West: Looks like we’re down to two in this match.

Once Roberts tries to pull himself to his feet Martin starts attacking him with forearm shots to the back. She grabs his arm and tries to whip him into the ropes but he reverses it. Martin runs the ropes as Roberts goes for a clothesline. Martin ducks it and runs the ropes again before hitting Roberts with a spinning heel kick. Martin quickly climbs to the top rope and goes the Hallucination but misses!!!! Roberts quickly gets to his feet, picks up Martin, and grabs her into the Hellbound Chokeslam!!!
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Winner: Natural Born Killers[/center]

Roberts gets his hand raised in victory before he goes over and climbs out of the ring. Robert helps his partner Titan to his feet and helps him to the back as both Martin and Knoxville are helped to the back by officials. Titan and Roberts raise their arms in victory at the top of the stage before heading to the back to celebrate their victory.

[President Jeff]

The cameras pan to the backstage area and the Brazilian crowd roars when we realize exactly where we are... Buckson Gooch's locker room! The three hundred and forty-five pounder looks over his closed wounds in the mirror again and sighs, before there's a knock at his door. With slight hesitation, he responds.

Buckson Gooch: Come in.

The door opens and the entrant is obscured from Gooch's field of vision at first, but he can see what the audience can't as he looks into the mirror-- and he turns around in confusion as Evan Envi's personal valet, Jenny Knite stares at him.

Buckson Gooch: Uh... Ms. Knite. Hi.

Jenny: I did it.

Gooch blinks rapidly and raises an eyebrow.

Buckson Gooch: Pardon?

Jenny: It was me.

Buckson Gooch: I'm sorry, but what was you?

Jenny takes a step toward Gooch with her arms folded and she sighs.

Jenny: I attacked you all those weeks ago, back on Overdrive, because I thought it'd make you mad. I thought you'd blame Evan, and you'd have this-- this drive to take him out, and you guys would engage in this heated battle, and it'd be a classic... And you guys would be stars.

I tried to help you. I thought I was. But... But you just never figured it out.

Gooch doesn't seem to know what to say. He shakes his head, slowly.

Buckson Gooch: I don't--

Jenny: Are you angry?

Gooch slowly shakes his head.

Buckson Gooch: No. I'm confused.

Jenny scoffs and pivots, turning away from him.

Jenny: You know-- ugh.

She pauses, prepared to say something, but shakes her head and walks out of the room. She slams Gooch's door behind him. Gooch watches her leave, and slowly turns back to the mirror, running a finger over the healed scars on his arm and forehead.



Tony Ferrari: Ladies and gentlemen... The following contest is a GAUNTLET MATCH and it is for the Action Packed Wrestling TAP OUT CHAMPIONSHIIIIIIIIIP!

Nailz: Ahem. Also known as, the ‘Knock-Out’ Championship!

Beckett: Don’t tell Logan Alexander that... He might hit you.

Tony Ferrari: The champion will start the match with one randomly selected competitor in the ring. If the champion is defeated before the end of the Gauntlet, an interim champion will be crowned until the final decision! The ONLY WAY TO WIN is by means of knockout!

Introducing first... From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds... He is the current APW Tap Out Champion... THE SOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUL Of Philly, TJ!

The lights go out and LL Cool J tells the fans to "Come On". Red and White light go throughout the arena as the opening chords of the crowd chants the "ahhhAhhhhAHAH" of the song. As the lyrics of "Mama Said Knock You Out" begin, TJ comes out with the Tap Out Championship over his shoulder and the lights come back on as the red lights still flash. TJ grabs the title and looks at it, raises it into the air, getting a roar of cheers from the fans. He then places it on the ground in front of him and he leans back and roars. He picks him his title and puts it back over his shoulder then walks down to the ring, high fiving the fans along the ramp before entering the ring over the top rope. He walks over to the far corner and climbs it. TJ holds the title belt up in the air by the strap and beats his chest with the free arm.

Nailz: I wonder who his first opponent’s gonna be?!

Beckett: Whoever it is, he’d better be cautious. I hear he wasn’t doing so well after the shot with that wooden box from Parker two weeks ago. He might’ve had a concussion. We don’t know for sure-- he’s been quiet.



Ferrari: On the way to the ring, accompanied by Uncle Charlie and Alec Quartermain, he hails from The Commonwealth Of Virginia and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds…‘THE MAIN ATTRACTION’ YOUNG MANNIE!

TJ stares up at the ramp, waiting, licking his lips in anticipation, bouncing from foot to foot as he waits for his first opponent.

Nailz: Well?!

Beckett: Damn, hold your horses, Russ.

The person that emerges from behind the curtains, sauntering down the ramp, however is not “The Main Attraction” Young Mannie... But instead, his bodyguard, Alec Quartermain. TJ looks confused but holds his ground, taking a step toward the ropes, inviting Quartermain inside.

Nailz: Well, this isn’t--!

Beckett: LOOK!

TJ is grabbed from behind and drilled to the mat with a rough Reverse Bulldog-- the Fatal Attraction! TJ clutches the back of his head in pain, but suddenly, a loud, vocal, enraged Young Mannie brings a steel chair down across his back, across his ribs, across his legs! The crowd goes into a frenzy and the referee repeatedly yells for Mannie to stop!

Nailz: What is he DOING?!

TJ is unmoving after the eighth chair shot, though his hands are still cradled protectively around his head. Mannie sets the chair up in the center of the ring and forces TJ to his feet again, once again delivering a Fatal Attraction! The back of TJ’s head crashes into the chair, flattening it to the mat! The crowd boos and Alec Quartermain continues to applaud from the top of the ramp, soon joined by Uncle Charlie.

Beckett: I think Mannie just took out our Tap Out Champion!

Mannie continues to stomp at TJ while the referee yells for him to stop...

[glow=brown,2,300]I WANNA GET CHOCOLATE WASTED!!!![/glow]



Here comes the "THE SMOOTH ONE" dressed in black brief tights and a TDB T-Shirt with "Get Chocolate Wasted" on the back. He sprints out from behind the curtains, easily past Quartermain and Charlie, and into the ring as medics and referees immediately tend to TJ!

Nailz: And William D. Williams has seen enough!

Williams slides into the ring and leaps onto Mannie with a Thesz Press! The referee can only let the two brawl, as the match hasn’t gotten unofficially underway!

Beckett: This is pure mayhem, Russ! Talk about selling the name!

Williams stomps Mannie in the turnbuckle corner, driving hard knees and boots into his gut and ribcage. Mannie begs for mercy and Williams drags him out of the corner, flattening him with a Clothesline! Mannie turned inside-out from the maneuver and Williams unloads on him with rights and lefts! Mannie covers up, and it’s evident that he’s been busted open from the onslaught!

Meanwhile, the medics and the referees work together to guide the half-conscious TJ away from ringside. TJ is groggy, and doesn’t seem to be coherent at all, but the audience applauds as he makes his way past the ramp on his own two feet.

Nailz: TJ is being escorted out of here... And...

Williams forces Mannie to his feet and drives him down with a Belly-to-Back Suplex before delivering more straight punches to the skull of the “Main Attraction”, but another referee runs down the ramp, making his way around to Tony Ferrari. After a hushed conversation, the two break apart from each other and Ferrari raises the microphone to his lips.

Ferrari: Ladies and gentlemen... “The Soul of Philly” TJ has been deemed unable to compete! This match will begin between the two competitors in the ring-- Young Mannie and William D. Williams Jr.!

There is a mixed reaction at the announcement, but regardless, the bell rings a moment later!

APW Tap Out Championship - Gauntlet
Young Mannie vs William D. Williams

Nailz: Mannie’s already been busted open! Williams has it! He’s gonna knock him out--!

Williams lifts Mannie up onto his shoulders and the crowd roars-- a ”CHOCOLATE WASTED!” chant echoing throughout the arena-- but as Williams takes a step too close to the ropes, he fails to see the giant Quartermain snatch the cane from Uncle Charlie’s hand and hop onto the apron in one swift motion, driving the cane into the back of Williams’ head! The referee sees the jump-- but doesn’t see the swing! Quartermain hops down from the apron before the referee can reprimand him!

Nailz: Hey! Come on, ref!

The bloodied Mannie pulls himself to his feet and leaps into the air, grabbing Williams from behind and driving him down for a Fatal Attraction! Williams hits the mat, but already seems to be limp by the time the referee checks on him. The referee calls for the bell and the crowd boos as Quartermain holds his arms up, proclaiming innocence.

Beckett: See how quick that was? MANNIE is the future!

Nailz: ...Perhaps we’re forgetting the part where Williams saved TJ’s life and beat Mannie to a bloody pulp. Mannie didn’t do that-- Charlie and Quartermain did!

Ferrari: Ladies and gentlemen... William D. Williams has been eliminated!

Beckett: Too bad! Hahaha!

Nailz: This is a travesty...

What seems like two lightening bolts ignite over the ring and travel across the arena striking either side of the entrance ramp. With contact a huge explosion engulfs the entrance with a blinding white light almost like a portal of heaven had just opened up. AFI's Misseria Cantare begins to serenade the shadow of Michael Lively standing at the top of the ramp with his arms outstretched in the I am JESUS pose.

Ferrari: Introducing next... From Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds, ‘YOUR JESUS’ Michael LIIIIIVELY!

His head tilted sideways with a grin painted on his mug as he welcomes the shower of boo's from the crowd. With an arrogant swagger the man walks down the ramp absorbing the hatred, and flipping the fans off along the way. The man slides under the ropes springs to his feet and, like Williams did before him, leaps up onto the now-bloodied Young Mannie, taking him to the mat with a Thesz Press!

Tap Out Gauntlet
Young Mannie vs Michael Lively

Mannie is able to cover up and force Lively off of him, but even as he hops to his feet, he is taken to the mat with a running heel kick! Lively stands over the fallen Mannie, grinning down at him, and grinning out into the booing masses. He forces Mannie to his feet and Irish Whips him against the ropes. When Mannie returns, Lively swings for his skull, but Mannie slides down under Lively’s leg and hops up behind him going for the Fatal Attraction-- but Lively anticipates it and shoves Mannie off! Mannie rolls across the ring and back to his feet. Lively blasts him with a Super Kick!

Nailz: And THAT could knock you out right there!

Beckett: Or at least knock some teeth loose...

Mannie is up to his feet, and doesn’t seem to be in a good place as he groggily stumbles toward Lively again, who is waiting, grinning. Lively delivers a stomp to Mannie’s gut and goes for the Stunner-- but Mannie shoves him forward into the ropes. Lively returns into a jumping knee to the back of the skull! Lively falls hard to his knees and Mannie forces him up to his feet, but drops him with a Reverse DDT only a moment later. He makes his way out to the apron and ascends to the top rope.

Nailz: Mannie’s thinking high!

Beckett: AHHHH, just like the good ol’ days.

Mannie leaps from the top rope and catches Lively with a Diving Reverse Elbow! Lively hits the ground again and holds his jaw in pain, seeming to readjust it from the impact. He shakes the cobwebs out and climbs to his feet, but falls victim to a Backflip Kick, catching him in the side of the head! Lively falls to his knees again, moving considerably slower this time... And he’s grabbed once more by Mannie, driven to the canvas with a Running Tornado DDT! Lively is spiked into the mat and rolls onto his back from the impact. He blinks his eyes, reaching for the ropes-- again, slower.

Beckett: And look at Mannie completely dismantling the former Undisputed Champion in there. Lively has no clue where he is. He’s OUT on his feet!

Nailz: He’s not exactly on his feet out there...

Beckett: The quick-striking, high-impact, smash-mouth style of Mannie might be enough to win him the Tap Out Championship!

Mannie crawls to one knee behind Lively, waiting for him to climb to his feet. Lively climbs to his feet, and Mannie runs at him, going for the Reverse Bulldog...

Nailz: One more!

But Lively pivots, catching Mannie in mid-air, and bringing him down across his knee for what looks like a botched attempt at a Backbreaker! Instead, the back of Mannie’s head connects with Lively’s skull! Lively immediately locks Mannie in a Sleeper Hold and wrestles him to the ground, but “The Main Attraction” is already fading. The referee notices the alarming amount of blood that trickles down from Mannie’s forehead.

Nailz: Mannie is still feeling the effects of the Williams assault! Can he answer the referee’s three count?!

The referee raises Mannie’s arm once... And it falls.

Beckett: One!

The referee raises Mannie’s arm a second time... And it falls.

Nailz: Two! Lively could be making it to the final stretch of this Gauntlet!

The referee raises Mannie’s arm a third time... And it falls, limp, to the mat. The referee runs over the Timekeeper and Lively finally releases him, kicking Mannie away with a look of disgust.

Ferrari: Ladies and gentlemen... Young Mannie has been eliminated!

Nailz: Mannie’s out! We’re down to--

The lights dim and as the opening chords of ‘Endless Possibility’ start to play and the name ‘Logan Alexander’ appears on the tron. The crowd begins to cheer even though Logan doesn’t emerge from the entry way, while a video package covering many of his APW matches and several other older ones from other feds plays on the tron. One section of the crowd begins to buzz more loudly than the others, and the camera quickly focus on that section of it. Logan comes into view shortly, with Aubrey J. Parker not far behind. His expression is cool and focused as he makes his way through the crowd towards the ringside area, acting as if they weren’t even there.

Ferrari: And introducing his final opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-three pounds... LOGAN ALEXANDEEERRR!

Tap Out Gauntlet
Michael Lively vs Logan Alexander

Once at the ringside barricade, he places his hands on it and practically vaults over it, into the ringside area. Logan climbs the ring steps and steps onto the ring apron. He climbs into the ring, watching his opponent as he does so, and moves into one corner. There, he removes and drops his jacket to Aubrey J. Parker, then wastes no time taking Michael Lively to the mat with a Spear!

Nailz: ...You’d think the person inside the ring would see that coming by now.

Lively fights Logan off of him as Logan tries to lock Lively in a Triangle Choke! Lively forces Logan’s arms and legs away, pushing him head-over heels away from him on the mat. Both men rush to their feet and charge at each other, with Logan going low, and Lively capitalizing by driving both knees into Logan’s skull! Lively then goes, immediately, for his Flipping Piledriver, but doesn’t have the momentum on his side! Logan tosses him overhead and waits for Lively to turn around, and Lively walks into a Running Clothesline! Lively pulls himself up again, and Logan goes for a second Clothesline, but Lively counters it into a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker-- though again, the move seems to fail to complete, and the back of Logan’s skull is driven into Lively’s knee!

Nailz: I’m beginning to think that isn’t an accident!

Beckett: No, but it’s effective! And now Lively is trying to put Logan Alexander away the same way he just put Mannie away!

Lively forces Logan to his knees and locks him in the Sleeper! He cries out in frustration as he wrestles Logan to the mat and Logan reaches out for the ropes, his eyes growing wide, his face immediately turning red. He fights, writhing in every-which way, but Livey has the Sleeper applied expertly!

Nailz: This isn’t how I expected this to go...

Beckett: Logan’s fading! Foul Play is about to capture the Tap Out Championshi--

The crowd roars as Lively is forced to his feet by Logan Alexander and promptly drilled to the mat with a Back Suplex! Lively climbs to his feet, and Logan goes for his version of the cutter... Stryke Force...

...But Lively counters! Lively captures Logan in the Sleeper Hold again!

Nailz: He’s got it again!

Logan cries out in agony, but his motions grow slower. He can’t quite reach for the ropes, and he coughs violently as Lively drags him back to the center of the ring. Parker screams words of encouragement to Logan, but he slowly sinks to one knee. Lively, however, relinquishes the hold and throws the half-conscious Logan onto his back in the center of the ring...

And delivers one vicious stomp to the side of the man's skull. The crowd boos and Logan clutches his head, jerking from the violent impact.

Beckett: HEY! Hahaha, dirty tactics, but it works!

Nailz: You've GOT to be kidding me. There's no way you support that!

Michael Lively looks down at Logan who writhes in pain, and he goes out to the top turnbuckle. Lively ascends to the top and slaps his knee to show the crowd his intentions.

Nailz: Lively might knock Logan out with the Prelude!

Lively looks down at Logan, his eyes wide, his lips quivering at the taste of victory, and he sails off, flipping through the air to come crashing down on Logan's skull with the Shooting Star Leg Drop...

Beckett: WHAT IS THIS?!

Logan leaps into the air before Lively is finished with his rotation and spikes his head into the mat with Stryke Force! Lively bounces onto his back, his eyes wide as he looks up into the arena lights. The crowd erupts and Logan sinks into the corner, watching as the referee checks on Lively.

And for seconds, the referee tries to get a response... But to no avail! He signals for the bell, and the crowd roars! Aubrey J. Parker slides into the ring and embraces Logan in a hug as "Endless Possibility" hits the PA system.

Beckett: Gaaahhhh, whyyy?!

Ferrari: Here is your winner... And the NEWWWW APW Tap-Out Champion... LOGAN ALEXANDERRRRR!

Nailz: He did it!

Beckett: Bah!

Nailz: He wanted to fight his way here-- and he did! For months, Logan Alexander has complained about going unnoticed! But tonight, he is the NEW Tap Out Champion!

Logan takes the championship from the referee and looks down at it for a moment, a small smile on his face. With AJP at his side, he ducks out of the ring, slapping hands with a few of the fans, but making his way to the back without theatrics.

Nailz: Congratulations, Logan Alexander!

Beckett: Yeah, yeah... Someone go make sure TJ's alive!


The camera cuts to backstage where Meltdown backstage interviewer Hannah Storm is standing by.

Hannah Storm: Hello, APW! Right now, I'm backstage with Meltdown Megastar "Real Deal" Ellis Graham.

Well, sorta.

The camera pans over...to a large flatscreen TV set up on a stand to be at eye-level with Storm. On the TV is Ellis Graham, receiving a small chorus of boos from the Meltdown-watching fans in attendance.

Ellis Graham: Well, first of all, Haley, it's "THE Real Deal". I know you've got a lot on your plate, what with the having to hold up a ten-ounce microphone for a whole two minutes and the HOURS it must take you to be presentable enough for television, but I don't think it's too much to ask that you get the names of your fellow employees right! THANKS!

Ellis' dressing down of the innocent interviewer draws boos from the whole crowd, not just those who know him, either from the genuinely hurt look on Hannah's face, or from the overt hypocrisy of Graham demanding universal name accuracy.

As the scene refocuses on Graham, it cuts to the camera view from the TV, so instead of backstage, all we see is Graham, who appears to be on his yacht.

Ellis Graham: So now that THAT is out of the way, let's try this again.

Hello, out there those people about whom I give a damn, and YES, I am talking about myself and not you all out there! We are in the middle of a fanTAStic iteration of APW Mayhem, and I am just THRILLED to be here!

The camera zooms out some, to illustrate overtly that Graham is actually on his yacht. The camera pans left and right to show that the yacht is out on the water as opposed to being in port.

Ellis Graham: And, by here, I of course mean NOT THERE! Our esteemed leader, President Bartholomew H. Jeff VI, has taken the "less is more" approach with my Trust partner, Evan McDonald, and I. You see, after THREE STRAIGHT WEEKS of dominating eight APW Megastars, Bart decided that there's just no one available to be mercilessly defeated on pay-per-view. Besides, all the matches on Mayhem are noteworthy for having unpredictable outcomes, and at this point, the Trust has proven that we only know how to do one thing in the ring, and that's WIN!

But I won't let that stop me from putting my personal touch on this, the first APW pay-per-view since REALITY hit the airwaves.

And the REALITY is...this entire pay-per-view is a FARCE!

The crowd boos in hearty disagreement. Graham pauses, knowing his words would illicit some kind of reaction, and allowing it to come and go.

Ellis Graham: I mean who made some of these choices? Sure, sure, I get Ron Spade because Billy Pepsi SHOULD be the North American champ, and the two have issues. Whatever. But the Natural Time Wasters? I don't care if they're the only tag team you have, THEY HAVE NO BUSINESS ON MELTDOWN, much less MAYHEM! The Trust EMBARRASSED those worthless losers just last week, but I guess we crushed them so emphatically that they should be closer to getting fired than getting time that these fans have to drop an entire minimum-wage paycheck to see!

Shane West: Oh come on! This is just uncalled for! APW has the greatest fans in the world! They don't deserve to be derided like this!

Ellis Graham: But Bart and company did get one thing right, ladies and gentlemen. They knew that, out of the nine men and women who have the privilege of holding championship gold, there is one amongst them whose title reign is the biggest farce of them all: Jake Hoskins of The Crying Creed!

The crowd cheers in support of the recovering tag team champion, Jair Hopkins.

Ellis Graham: It is bad enough that Anfernee Basie was given his own match, but I THANK GOD that no one was forced to spend their money on this event tonight and have to spend some of it watching that poor excuse for a wrestler pretend he has ANY RIGHT to call himself an APW champion.

But don't worry, folks, the blasphemy that is the phrase "APW champion Jake Hoskins" will be corrected this Monday. I may not agree with all of Meltdown GM Selena Henderson's decisions...but in this case I applaud her taking a stand to deal with the injustice that neither President Bart nor the soon-to-be-outgoing GM of Asylum Archibald Smith had the moral compass to correct: the Crying Creed being APW's Tag Team champions. This Monday, the dark cloud hanging over the Tag Team division will be lifted! Hallelujah!

A very loud mixed reaction echoes through the arena. Some fans cheer for the Dying Breed, or simply in anticipation of the Meltdown Super Show's main event of The Breed versus M&M for the APW Tag Titles. Others boo Graham and his declaration that the good guys would lose.

Ellis Graham: Now, I would prefer for The Trust to be the ones saving APW from the Crying Creed, but as has been exposed on Twitter, the line of teams that have earned a title shot but are being victimized by the Creed's cowardice is a lengthy one. No, instead Evan will be schooling a pair of debuting losers, and I...

...I will finally get to get my hands on that scrub, Matthew Jenkins.

The crowd gives a pop at the mention of Michael Jennings.

Ellis Graham: Yeah, after weeks and weeks of him avoiding me as much as possible - even interjecting himself into Langston Carver and Grover's business - it finally comes time where I can give him the beating he deserves.

The crowd suddenly pops loudly as MICHAEL JENNINGS APPEARS IN THE SHOT BEHIND GRAHAM!

Shane West: Jennings! He's on the boat with Ellis!

Dick Harris: RUN ELLIS!

Graham continues his promo, oblivious to Jennings' predatorily stalking him with an evil grin on his face.

Ellis Graham: So come Monday, I'll tell you EXACTLY what is gonna happen...

Jennings turns Graham around and punches him in the face. The crowd cheers as Jennings continues to punch Graham. Graham is now on the edge of the steps leading down toward the cabin as Jennings lands a big right hand and Ellis falls down the stairs. Jennings goes down after him with the camera man in tow. Ellis gets to his feet only to be grabbed and thrown by Jennings across the room onto a small table. Jennings goes over and rams his head into the table three times before throwing him to the ground. Ellis crawls up the stairs to the deck with Jennings stalking him. Once on the deck Graham tries to fight back once he gets on his feet but Jennings quickly takes the advantage knocking him close to the side. Jennings then grabs Ellis and tosses him overboard. Ellis lands in the water with a splash as Jennings looks down at him smiling.

Jennings: See Ellis, to get where you belong with the rest of the bottom feeding organisms all you need is a little…push.

The crowd cheers as Jennings turns and walks off laughing. Hannah Storm follows him as Ellis brushes the water off of his face before swimming back to his yacht

[President Jeff]

We cut to the backstage area, and the name on the door reads "ENVI" to a loud, but mixed reaction from the HSBC Arena. The camera-man pushes the door open, and captures what's left of a conversation between our Overdrive Champion, who sits with an unfocused gaze on his agent and manager, Jenny Knite.

Evan: ...So if you attacked Gooch, then who jumped me?

Jenny: I don't have that answer.

Evan sighs and shakes his head.

Evan: What the hell were you trying to accomplish?

Jenny: I thought he'd blame you. I--

Evan: Blame me for the assault?!

Jenny: I thought it'd make the match better!

Evan: Are you an idiot?

Jenny: ...I didn't think it all the way through.

Evan rubs his eyes for a moment and nods. He pushes himself to his feet, maintaining a tight grip on the Overdrive Championship before handing it to Jenny as if it were a baby. She accepts it from his arms and looks up at him, curiously.

Evan: Next time you want to make a decision behind my back, Jenny... I advise you to strongly reconsider.

He gives Jenny a small nod and turns, leaving the locker-room. She gives him a devilish smirk, laughing a little, before she hurriedly follows along.



Sampson is coming out of the bathroom and all of the sudden gets blind-sided by Jace. Who hits him with a right hand to the kidneys Sampson let's out a bellow as he turns around swinging but Jace ducks only to catch a very quick knee to the mid-section by Sampson. Jace is doubled and Sampson begins to let loose a flurry of fore-arms to the back of Jace. Sampson Grabs Jace by the back of his head and smashes his face into the wall. Holding Jaces face to the wall Sampson begins to drag Jaces face across it. Sampson not paying close attention to Jaces arm and catches a spinning back elbow that resembles that of the U.F.C fighter John "Bones" Jones hitting Sampson in the mouth. Sampson stumbles back words caught off guard. Sampson checks his mouth and feels blood. Enraged Sampson charges toward Jace and tackles him to the ground. The two are now rolling around slugging it out on the ground. They get to their feet as Jace kicks Sampson off of him. They continue to throw punches one right after another at each other making their way down the hall in the back stage area.

We go back to ringside for the next match

"I Won't Deny It, I'm A Straight Ridah"

The Piano comes in followed by a thumping beat as the voice over continues speaking over the music in a whispered voice.

"You Don't Wanna Fuck With Me
Got The Police Bustin At Me
But They Can't Do Nuttin To A G

Let's Get Ready To RUMMMBBBLLLEEE!!"

As the chorus to "Ambitionz Az A Ridah" plays and Tupac comes into rapping his first verse, green bouncing lights stroll around the live audience and thump to the beat of the song. As Jason Kash steps through the back curtain and steps onto the stage, he is met with loud boos and a few die hard cheers. Rob comes out after him and nobody hardly notices the guy.

Ferrari: The Following Contest is a No Rules, Anything Goes Grudge Match! Introducing first, he is Accompanied to the Ring by ROB! A Member of Foul Play and is an APW Grand Slam Champion..."THE BAD INFLUENCE", "THE ADDICTED" JAAAASSOOOON KAAAAASSSHH!!!!

He stops and slowly turns his head side to side as the graphic showing his name appears across the bottom of the screen. He looks over the arena full of fans, accepting whatever reaction they wish to pour down on him as he smiles showing the missing teeth in his smile. His eyes cut to the ring and his smile disappears as he heads towards the ring. At ring side, Kash steps over to the steel stairs and jogs up them quickly. Rob walks around and stands near the Announcers table. Climbing up onto the ring apron, Kash walks the apron half way and bounces through the middle ropes to enter the ring. There he drops down a upside down Peace sign and mouths the words FOUL PLAY BITCH before he leans against the nearby ropes and is ready for competition.

Beckett: He looks ready to go, ready to find his Remedy, his prescription for Action! I've got goosebumps, look! See? I'm so excited...I might have to pee in a bucket!!

Ferrari: And his Opponent...The LEADER of The Dying Breed! He is a Former APW World Champion..."THE PRRROMISE" ANNTHONNNYYYY BAAAAILEEEY!!!!

The crowd explodes into cheers as "Hometown Hero" by Big K.R.I.T. begins to blare and fog starts to roll down the entrance way. The arena lights turn blue and the fog creates a haze effect.

Nailz: What is Kash doing, he's leaving the ring...He's going to meet Bailey!

As Anthony Bailey steps out from the back, his eyes take notice to Kash storming at him from ring side. Bailey breaks into a rush himself and the two men look like their on a head on collision. The fans erupting as the sound of the bell is heard and the match is underway...On the entrance ramp!

Jason Kash Vs. Anthony Bailey

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They meet and slap together with a thud, their bodies drop to the ground and punches in bunches are the start of the fight. Bailey rolling and getting advantage only to be rolled over and Kash takes advantage. They scramble off each other and as they reach their standing, Bailey blasts Kash with a big right. Kash comes back with a large Left and they begin trading shots, blasting each other back and forth. The referee finally close by can't do anything but watch. Kash goes for a clothesline, Bailey ducks and slides up around to Kash's back, instantly lifting and hitting a German Suplex. Kash pounds onto his shoulders on the unforgiving steel ramp. He rolls, grabs his shoulder as he rises to his feet. Bailey already up slaps Kash across the face. Kash twists from the slap and whips back with a knife edge chop to Bailey's chest.

Beckett: Oh my gawd, oh my gawd! HIT EM, HIT EM!!

Nailz: You seriously need to calm down. You're gonna give yourself an Aneurysm.

Coming in with a lifting knee, Bailey grabs Kash at the back of the head, twirls him around and whips him towards the ring. Kash catches the ring apron instead of ramming into it. He spins around as Bailey comes in hot and Splashes Kash against the ring apron. Bailey pounds down into Kash's back and runs him head first into the side of the steel steps. A loud metallic thud. Anthony Bailey rolls into the ring and the fans love the man with cheers.

Nailz: They love this guy, they really see The Promise in "The Promise"!

Jason Kash pulls himself up using the apron skirt and a smile is on his face as he looks up into the ring to see Anthony Bailey. Crawling under the bottom rope, Kash enters the ring and pushes up to his feet. Bailey turns and sees Kash getting to his feet and steps in, shoving him back, almost off his feet with great force. Kash plows into the turnbuckles against his back. Bailey skips in with a forearm to Kash's face and instantly Bailey lifts and props Kash up onto the top turnbuckle. Kash brings a downward elbow into the top of Bailey's skull and it stuns Bailey. Kash kick shoves him back and stands on the second turnbuckle. He leaps off, hitting a Crossbody.

Rolling off the move, Kash gets up and his arms raised to a rising sound of Boos. He laughs and welcomes the boos, waving toward him wanting more. He turns and rips Bailey up off the canvas. Bailey drives in a few solid shots to the gut of Jason Kash and bursts off the canvas, as Bailey speeds past Kash, Kash grabs Bailey and secures him with a Full Nelson, quickly converting the move into a Dragon Suplex. He keeps the pin and the referee drops and slaps the canvas.

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Nailz: Ohh that was closer than Bailey wanted it to be. Great move, great instincts by Jason Kash!

Beckett: He's all about thinking...

Nailz: What? Since when? He's about filling his Addiction to Action. Thinking is back burner thoughts for Kash, he just reacts.

Hurrying to his feet, Kash whirls around to face a rising Bailey and swiftly whips himself up and hits Bailey with an Enziguri Kick to the back of Bailey's head. The crowd boos as Kash shows his missing front teeth. He again rises to his feet and grabs Bailey to bring him to his feet as well. Kash sets up a Suplex. Bailey stops the light with a leg locked around one of Kash's. Kash hits him with a short shot to the ribs but Bailey counters the Suplex and hits a Twisting Neckbreaker. Kash pops back up as does Bailey and quickly Bailey lifts and dumps Kash with a Fireman's Carry. Bailey locks in a side headlock on Kash and begins pounding him to the forehead and face with a solid closed fist.

Kash goes limp, Bailey lets go of the headlock and rises to his feet. He hurries to the turnbuckles nearest to Kash and climbs them with his back to the ring. Bailey goes for a Moonsault but Jason Kash pops up from the canvas and as Bailey comes off the top ropes, Kash goes under the Moonsault and hits a Ace Cutter on the falling Bailey. The crowd erupts, impressed with the timing and connection. Bailey bounces and flips onto his back as he moves rapidly in pain. Kash beginning to look sluggish stands but falls back into the ropes and holds himself up.

Beckett: What an impressive show of agility and timing from Jason Kash! See this guy is what makes Action exciting! People need to give him his due credit.

Nailz: I don't think anyone argues that. It's his attitude that ruins it for some people, his ignorance.

Beckett: Only people in denial claim to not be ignorant about something. Ignorance is a human trait. Not just a Jason Kash trait.

Doing a push up, Anthony Bailey gets up onto his knees and then rises to his feet. Kash smiles at him as Bailey locks sights on where Kash is located. Kash waves Bailey in, wanting him to rush him. Bailey gladly delivers and rushes, Kash ducks a short arm clothesline and spins around quickly as does Bailey. Kash dives off his feet and hits a Jumping Left Arm Clothesline that puts him and Bailey over the top ropes. Bailey hits the ring apron and holds on the ropes to keep him there. Kash plummets and crashes into the ring side floor. The fans on their feet begins cheering and clapping for the fast paced action. Kash hurries to his feet as Bailey lays along the apron. Bailey kicks at Kash and catches him to the side of his temple. Stunned a bit, Kash turns and walks over to the steel stairs.

Bailey pulls himself up as Kash slowly begins to walk up the stairs. Bailey runs along the Ring Apron and dives off at Kash, hitting him with a Monsterous Spear from the Ring Apron. They crash into the corner of the ring side area and the fans begin to chant. "LET'S GO BAI-LEY!" "LET'S GO BAI-LEY!" Both of them are sprawled out, Bailey having an arm laid over Kash as he took the majority of the crash landing.

Nailz: What a spear by Anthony Bailey, these two are finding new ways, creative ways to do damage to each other. This could get very dangerous and EMTs should be ON HAND backstage!!

Beckett: Bailey will need EMTs, Kash loves this stuff!

Still standing near the Announcer's Table is Rob. He looks on with concern. As Bailey slowly begins to rise, Rob runs over and clobbers him to the back with a clothesline. Rob helps Kash up and sits him up against the covered guard railing. Kash tells him something, pointing to the right and Rob hurries away. He gets under the ring skirt and pulls out a Steel Chair from underneath the ring. The fans hail massive boos as Rob brings the chair over to Kash. Up on his feet again, Kash watches as Bailey pushes up. Kash whips the chair down and crashes it to the back of Bailey's head and Bailey slumps forward and plops back into the ring side floor.

Beckett: And that causes concussions ladies and gentlemen! Haha Gotta love Kash's will to kill..

Nailz: He has no respect for his fellow competitor...

Beckett: This is Professional Wrestling. Not Power Rangers. This is a world where the the best man wins and does so by competing and doing things the other man couldn't. Kash is in the right here.

Again Bailey pushes up onto his hands and knees. He crawls towards Rob who is once again by the Announcer's Table. Kash follows him, walking at his side as he crawls. As Bailey reaches up and grabs at Rob, Kash plows him with a Chair shot to his arched back and Bailey jolts and collapses to the floor yet again as pain shoots through his spine. Kash drops the chair and rips Bailey off the ground. He drags him by the head, walking him to the ring apron. Kash lifts a knee into Bailey's gut and hits a Powerbomb, slamming Bailey across the ring apron edge. Bailey stiffens and vibrates from the jolting, erupting pain that shoots through his body as he lands to ring side again. The boos become deafening as Kash smiles and welcomes them from the audience.

Nailz: Oh my gawd! Bailey will need to get his spine examined after that. Horrific sight at ringside.

Feeling like a dominate competitor, Jason Kash pulls Bailey up and looks to go for another Powerbomb over the apron's edge. Bailey lifts Kash to reverse the setup and Kash lands hard on his back. Bailey falls forward but lays over the ring apron and holds on the bottom rope. Kash hurries to get up and as he does, Anthony Bailey rushes in and crushes Kash with Spin Savate Kick to the face. Kash falls back and slams his back into the side of the steel steps. Bailey bursts into a sprint and comes off his feet, hitting Kash with a Front Dropkick. The top half of the steel stairs break off the bottom half and it slides to the other side from where Kash is sitting. Kash props an elbow up on the bottom steel stairs and pushes himself up. Bailey comes and as Kash holds himself up over the second steps, Bailey drops a Legdrop and plants Kash face into the steel steps. The crowd loves it.

Beckett: Oh he's cheating now! Using the steel steps, what a poor sport..

Nailz: Oh No! Bailey's in the right here...Sound familiar?

As Anthony Bailey stands and turns away from where Kash is laid out over the second half of the steel steps, he spots Rob. The fans rise in their cheers as they notice him noticing. Rob cowers up as Bailey acts like he's approaching him but Bailey stops and heads to the ring. He climbs up on the Ring Apron as Jason Kash moves off the steps. He reaches out for Rob and his new "Friend" comes to his aid and helps him to his feet. Kash pats Rob on the back and turns to the ring only to see Anthony Bailey spring up on the ropes, hit a huge Moonsault. The crowd going "OHHHH" as he soars over Kash. Kash doesn't have time to react as Bailey comes down behind him, hitting his "Word Of Promise" Falling Reverse DDT Finisher. The crowd goes ballistic!!

Nailz: HOLY SHIT!! IT'S DONE, IT HAS TO BE OVER!!!

Beckett: Come On Kash...ROB, ROB!! GET BAILEY!!

Staggering, Bailey gets to his feet. Rob comes in closely and Bailey stiff arm shoves him back. Pulling Kash's limp body up as much as he can, Bailey rolls Kash into the ring. He follows and covers Kash, the referee slaps the canvas.

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Beckett: THANK YOU! THANK YOU!!

Nailz: That was close...That should have been it right there..Wow...

They lie there, both drained, both beaten and filled with pain. Chests rising and exhaling as the fans begins to chant for Bailey. Rolling onto his side, Anthony Bailey reaches and grabs the ring rope. He pulls himself to a situp position and slowly moves to stand. On his feet, he looks over at Kash who is sprawled out on the canvas. Bailey heads to the turnbuckles and begins to climb them. Very slow about his climb to the top, Bailey doesn't see that Kash has begun to rise himself. As Bailey gets positioned and looks to see Kash rushing in at him. Kash shoves Bailey and he comes off the top ropes and bounces off the ring side floor mats outside the ring. His arms and legs flop from the bounce as the boos pour in on Kash once again.

Nailz: He did say this was his world, his environment. Bailey isn't from the streets and in this business, No Rules is as close as you can get to making it that environment.

Beckett: Bailey got lucky last year, this is Kash's day for redemption!

Nailz: After all Kash has done to Bailey, you could argue it's Bailey time to seek revenge. Either way, I'm giddy like a school girl!!

As Kash dips through the ropes to head back outside the ring, he signals for Rob to bring him the Steel Chair laying on the ground. Rob grabs the chair as Bailey begins to rise groggily from the floor. Rob begins to pass Bailey but Bailey grabs him and yanks the chair from his old friend. Kash gets antsy but Bailey whips the chair and claps Kash upside the knees. Kash slams hard onto his side and flops off onto the floor mats. Bailey staggers back a few steps but comes in hard with a powerful assault from the Chair against Kash's body. With each slamming attack, the fans let out a cheer. Rob feints in like he's playing Double Dutch and wants to interfere but Bailey spins around and Rob falls to his butt and scoots away in fear.

Nailz: Even with the odds against him, Anthony Bailey is finding a way! He's here to win!

Beckett: Win he will NOT!! SHUT YOUR FACE NAILZ!!

Nailz: Worried?

Bailey lays the steel chair down on the floor and steps over to Kash. Bailey begins driving Knees down into Kash's head and chest repeatedly like a madman.

Nailz: What a meanstreak from Anthony Bailey! Brutal knees!

Beckett: Yeah right out of the Jason Kash Playbook. Next thing you'll see is Bailey throwing a Rolling Elbow..

Bailey rips Kash up off the ground and lifts and drops him with an Atomic Drop. Kash bounces and Bailey lifts and slams him with a Bodyslam. Bailey turns to Rob and steps closer to his old friend. Speaking out at him, Bailey seems to be letting out some more verbal steam towards his former childhood buddy. Rob holds up his hands not wanting anything to do with the fighting but he's already played his part. Bailey screams "WE WERE FRIENDS, BROTHERS..." and Rob looks almost remorseful.

That's when Kash clobbers Bailey from behind. Rob moves as Bailey flings forward from the attack. Kash slams down forearms into his back and grabs his head with both hands, driving Knees up into Bailey's face and forehead. Revenge for the knees Bailey used earlier. Kash throws Bailey by the head over towards the guard railing. At the corner of ring side, Kash puts Bailey up against the railing. He drives in a four punch combination that slumps Bailey. Kash drives a few knees into Bailey's chest and keeps him sitting up in the corner of the guard railing. Kash grabs a new Chair at ringside and throws it at Bailey from afar. He points to Rob to have him hold the chair against Bailey and he does as instructed.

Nailz: What's Kash doing here, what's he thinking?

Beckett: Thought you said he doesn't think? Ignorance like most people..

Looking drained of all energy, Kash slaps himself to the face and then to the chest to get a second burst of steam. He jogs in place and builds up his speed before bursting towards Bailey as Rob holds the Steel Chair in front of Bailey's upperbody. Kash comes in Hot but Bailey boulder charges from the corner and shoves Rob away as Kash flips forward and comes in with a Rolling Senton. Bailey moves inches from being hit and Kash crashes into the guard railing upside down. He slides down and lays rolled up on himself in the corner of the ring side area. The fans happy he missed and cheering for Bailey's quick movements.

Bailey steps to the upside down Kash and stomps down into his face. He pulls on Kash's legs and flip him over onto his stomach. Grabbing Kash at the back of his shorts, Bailey lifts Kash up into a bent over position before he runs Kash head first into the guard railing. The thud scoots the railing back a few inches. Stepping over Kash's back, Bailey stands with Kash between his legs. He drops down and slaps on a Camel Clutch and yanks his chin and neck back. Kash swings out wildly looking for his escape. The referee comes closer and begins checking for his submission. Kash doesn't give it, he screams, spit flying from his mouth as the levels of his scream rise.

Nailz: Watch Out!!

Rob from behind comes in with a Chair Shot to the back of Anthony Bailey. Not a powerful attack but enough for Bailey to release the submission and stand up. He turns to Rob and walks toward him with rage in his eyes. Finally the moment Rob gets his due.

Beckett: Leave him alone you big bully!

Nailz: You're kidding right? Rob should stay out of this match, plain and simple. Now he pays for what he's spent.

Snatching the chair from Rob, Bailey tosses it to his side as he comes in closely. He grabs Rob by the collar of his shirt and squeezes him by the shirt, bringing him in closely. The blast from the chair shot to his back surprises Bailey as he releases the shirt an freezes in an arching pain. He slowly bends and folds at the knees as he drops down. Kash grips the chair tightly and swings again to Bailey's back.

KA-THUD!!

Bailey collapses onto the floor. Kash goes into a manic rage and begins dropping shot after shot across Bailey's body. The chair bent up, he turns the chair over and uses it again twice before discarding the dismembered chair. Kash roars out with stretched arms and Rob flinches and backs away from the Action. Dragging Bailey to the second layer of the Steel Steps where Bailey had worked on Kash before. Kash lays Bailey's head onto the bottom half surface. He walks over and grabs an unfolded chair next to the Announcer's desk. He folds it shut and comes back to Bailey. He makes a slice across his own neck to signal Bailey's end and the fans let out a deep Boooo...

Nailz: Oh no, he's not...He can't...It'll ruin Bailey's career...STOP HIM!

Beckett: DO IT! DO IT! Steel Chair and Stairs Sandwich, better known as a Conchairto!!

The smile on Kash's face isn't big, it's barely more than a slight grin but his eyes tell a darker excitement as he comes next to Bailey. Raising the chair up above his head, Kash readies himself to strike and and end Bailey. The fans have faded their boos in his head, he can't hear anything but the enjoyment of standing over Bailey in this moment. Then he is jolted back to his surroundings as the chair is ripped out of his hands from behind. He twirls around to find Rob holding the chair. Fans erupt with cheers hoping Rob has learned the error in his ways. He points at Bailey and then at himself as Kash just watches him.

"ENOUGH, I'M DONE..I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR AN EXECUTION!"

Rob tosses the chair towards the Announcer's Table and turns away from Kash. The fans rise in Ohhhh as Kash rushes up behind Rob and runs him face first into the ring post with all his force. You can hear the DING his face made hitting the post throughout the arena.

Nailz: THAT BASTARD!! WHAT A HEINOUS ACT BY JASON KASH!!

Rob twists up like a Red Vine before he hits the ring side floor unconscious. Blood flows in a massive flow from the bridge of his nose. Kash stares down at Rob as the fans grab his attention with cheers. He looks up at them as they lift their arms and scream for Bailey. Kash spins around as Anthony Bailey lifts him up and hits his "Guaranteed Success" Sitdown Scoop Slam Piledriver. He shoves Kash off and hurries to his feet. His eyes look over at Rob but he doesn't take his focus off the match as he rips Kash up and rolls him under the bottom ropes into the ring. Bailey rolls in after him and goes for the cover.

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Nailz: That's the second time Bailey has come close to winning this match. Jason Kash just won't DIE!!

Beckett: He won't die, he won't go down without his life being ripped from his dead corpse! He said so himself..So you know it's true!

Bailey doesn't look surprised by the kickout as he pushes back to his feet. He pulls Kash up holding both his arms and pulls him right into a Belly to Belly. Kash stops the suplex and wacks Bailey with a Bell Clap (Double Ear Slap) and then hits a Side Belly to Belly on Anthony Bailey. The crowd rolls into the boos from the cheers as both men lay on the canvas breathing in deep lung fulls.

Beckett: This is crazy cool! This was the very match Kash wanted and Bailey should have expected because this is their Classic!

Nailz: Kash did indeed want the Classic with Bailey and both of them want the victory, they want their hand being raised. Pride, Respect, and Dignity are all on the line from both competitors.

A trade off with the fans begin as one half screams "LET'S GO BAI-LEY" and the other side screaming "FUCK YOU KASH!" Both men remain on the canvas moving around slowly. Clawing and flinching in their pains. Bailey rolls and gets onto his side. Kash tries to situp but falls back onto his back. He rolls onto his side and both of them face each other. On their sides, Kash wildly throws his right hand as he lays on his other. Bailey takes the punch and throws a quick thrust jab with his left hand as he lays on his other. They push up onto their knees and again they trade shots. Bailey with a big right, Kash with a left thrusting elbow. Bailey wobbles back and lunges forward with a slap to the face that sends saliva flying from Kash's mouth.

Nailz: He's got a lot of water works in that mouth of his..

Beckett: Smoking weed was drying it up so now it's free rivers in that toothless cave. He's still an outstanding MegaStar!

Kash catches himself as he falls over sideways. Bailey stands to his feet and comes in to attack but Kash dives from his knees and rams his head into Bailey's crotch. Bailey takes the groin shot and tilts over back to the canvas. Kash stands to his feet, he wipes his mouth of excess spit as he looks down at Bailey. Kash stands over at Bailey's side and begins to hock up a loogie.

Nailz: No...Oh come on, that's nasty and disrespectful on all levels..

Beckett: The same disrespect that Kash has felt Bailey has given him throughout the past year. Sounds about fair to me.

Nailz: It would. Biased.

Listening to the boos, Kash swishes around the snot filled loogie in his mouth. Then he gets an idea. He inhales deeply and launches the loogie out into the crowd. EWWWWS ring out in an echo as people scatter from the landing zone of the phlegm filled goo. Kash grabs the front of his wrestling shorts and spreads his legs a bit as if he's about to take a piss.

Beckett: Ohhh dang! He's gonna give the "Golden Boy" a "Golden Shower!"

Nailz: This is disgusting, please be prepared to blur male genitals back there in the truck...Tell me when it's over..

As Kash opens the front of his shorts to pull it out, Bailey rises up and up punches Kash right to the balls. Kash takes his turn tilting over and collapsing onto his side. The fans laughing, still gagging, but thankful of Bailey's save.

Beckett: For ONCE Bailey does something I can appreciate..

Nailz: Kash got Junk Punched...Haha, that's funny somehow!!

Shoving up onto his knee, Bailey plants a foot into the canvas and is ready to push up to a standing position when Kash kicks him as he lays on his side. Kash scrambles and gets up as Bailey stands tall. Bailey goes for a clothesline, Kash ducks it, turning towards each other, Kash rushes in, Bailey hooks him and flips him with a Hip Toss but Kash lands on his feet. Kash spins into Bailey and finds himself in a Chest Slam (Rock Bottom) but Kash drives an elbow and knocks Bailey sideways. Kash throws a leg kick to Bailey's thigh and keeps him at bay. Bailey checks the kicks and bolts at Kash but is met with a forward charging elbow.

Kash meets Bailey chest to chest before pulling out into an Irish Whip that sends Bailey across the ring. As he bounces off the ropes and comes back, Kash drops a shoulder, Bailey leap frogs Kash and Kash bursts forward and hits the ropes Bailey just had sprung off of. The two men hit the ropes at opposite sides of the ring and come at each other fast. Kash flies, leaving his feet a few inches off the canvas, going for a Left Armed Clothesline but Bailey rolls under the attack. Kash hits the canvas again and he's snatched up from behind and rolled up with a School Boy.

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Nailz: Back and forth, these two are NOT letting up! They both have fuel in the tank, this is amazing!

Beckett: Kash needs to put this away, he needs this victory. How bad is he going to feel losing this match? That'd make me very upset..

Nailz: Are you getting choked up?

Beckett: NO, Shut up!!

Both Bailey and Kash rise off the canvas and strike each other with a punch at the same time. Kash throws a quick liver shot punch to Bailey's side and he flinches from the pain. Instantly Kash spins around and crushes Bailey with a well placed "Mark Of JASON" Rolling Elbow and Bailey slaps against the canvas. Kash rips him back off the ground and sets him up, lifting him and dropping him with his "DomeBuster" Impact Brainbuster and the crowd seems let down, disappointed at the potential end for Bailey.

Kash gets to his feet after the Brainbuster and steps back in a stalking stance. He watches Bailey but quickly changes his mind. He wants to make sure Bailey doesn't just lose but is hurt in the process. He hurries to the outside of the ring. He searches under the ring, pulls out a few Steel Chairs and tosses them on each other, making a small pile. He jogs around to the Announcer's Table and grabs the loose Steel Chairs there as well and takes them and adds them to his pile at the bottom of the Entrance Ramp. After about 10-11 chairs, Kash notices Bailey pushing up on his hands and knees. He slides into the ring and as Bailey's head rises to looks around, Kash hits a running knee blast to the side of Bailey's head.

Beckett: That's alot of chairs! What kind of trouble can he get into here and who will survive it?

Nailz: Is he taking his focus off the victory here? Is he securing his victory or will it come back and bite him in the ass? This is intense!

Pulling Bailey up off the canvas and walks him to the ropes. Kash shoves Bailey through the ropes but keeps him out on the ring apron. Kash joins him and the pile of steel chairs sits not far from their location. The crowd stands to their feet in anticipation. Kash grabs Bailey, hooks his head under his armpit and sets him up for what appears to be a Suplex off the Ring Apron and onto the pile of chairs. A death trap, a match ender in the mind of Kash he looks around the arena where his eyes can see and takes in the fans reaction of worry.

Nailz: DON'T DO IT! STOP!!

Beckett: DO IT!! GO, GO, GO!!!

Again the fans switch to cheers as Bailey throws short punches to Kash's side and begins to struggle. Kash lifts for the Suplex but Bailey hooks a leg with his leg to stop the lift. Bailey shoves Kash back enough to shoot up a stiff placed Uppercut that knocks Kash dizzy. Bailey shoulder charges Kash and he flies off the ring apron and crashes back first into the violently set up pile of Steel Chairs. The fans love that Bailey got free but even to their surprise, Anthony Bailey runs and leaps from the Apron, curling in mid air and hitting Kash with a Frogsplash over the pile of chairs. The fans go into a thundering chant of "HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT"

Beckett: That's TOTALLY WICKED!!!

Nailz: ....Oh my god...these two men might be injured, damaged for life...We need some help out here...

Nailz: This crowd is live! It's electric! Kash and Bailey broke and the first person up could be the winner of this match!!

Beckett: Get up Kash!! Hey...Who the heck is that?

The fans turn heads all at the same time at the Entrance as Jace Savage comes fumbling out from the back. He scrambles and scurries to his feet, turning back to the entrance as Sampson Cyprus comes out with anger in his eyes. The big man steps towards Jace Savage. As Sampson comes in at Savage, Jace pulls out a collapsible baton and swings it wild as Sampson gets in close enough. The big man tries to move but his knee gets caught with the baton. He drops to his butt and grabs at his knee.

Beckett: This isn't Meltdown! This isn't the Supershow! What are they doing out here? They're interrupting this match...HANG THEM FOR THIS CRIME!

Nailz: A little harsh don't you think? Oh and look at Jace..he's...Oh!!

Jace Savage gets up onto his feet and begins pounding the baton into Sampson's knee repeatedly. Letting the baton fall, Jace looks up and realizes they've come out into the arena. He looks at the ring to see Anthony Bailey starting to rise from the pile, Jace waves at the fans and takes off back into the backstage area. A few EMTs come out and attend to Sampson Cyprus as the action in the ring returns everyone's focus.

Beckett: Finally...

Nailz: Sampson looked like he was in a good deal of pain from that Baton...But the EMTs need to be out here for Bailey and Kash right now..That pile of chairs has hurt them both severely!

Shoving chairs out of his way, Bailey finally feels ringside floor underneath him. He gets to his feet and grabs Kash by the ankle. He pulls Kash from the pile and lifts him only to roll him back into the ring. Bailey starts to enter the ring but stops mid roll under the ropes. He exits to the outside again and grabs a steel chair. Then he enters the ring and taps the chair onto the canvas like a batter would do a bat in baseball before taking a swing. Jason Kash begins to rise in a complete daze and doesn't seem to notice Bailey at all. Anthony Bailey swings the chair like a Bat and catches Kash to the side of his face and he twirls to the side and collapses into the canvas once again. Bailey drops the chair, rolls Kash onto his back and falls over him, making a pin attempt.

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Nailz: OH!! OH!!! How?

Beckett: THIS IS PAY-PER-VIEW BABY!! He's looking to fill a deep seeded Addiction here, Jason Kash will not DIE!!

Bailey rolls onto his own back, shocked, drained and wondering what he has to do to put Kash away for the third time in their year long rivalry. The referee checks on Kash as the cameras pick up that he has blood coming from a small cut through his left eyebrow where the chair struck him. Bailey pants hard as he sits up. He looks at Kash and shakes his head irritated to no end. Bailey claps his hands and rises to his feet. He grabs Kash by one arm and pulls him up to his feet, Kash volts Bailey in the jaw with a shot from his elbow as he is pulled to a rise. Bailey stumbles back into the ropes behind him. Kash steps forward and ducks a wide left hook from Bailey. Bailey spins around facing the ropes, with Kash to his back and Kash drives an elbow into his lower back. Bailey hugs the ropes as Kash lays in another elbow.

Kash rushes and hits the adjacent ropes, he springs off and comes off his feet looking to hit his "UTI" Neckbreaker but Bailey keeps hold of the ropes. Kash slaps down on his back on the canvas and hurries to get back to his feet. As he stands he grabs the Steel Chair he had been slapped with and Anthony Bailey jumps up and goes to springboards off the ropes, looking for his "Word Of Promise" Moonsault Reverse DDT but Jason Kash swings and cracks Bailey to the back of his head as he bounces off the ropes. Bailey slumps down over the top of the ropes, Kash drops the chair and pulls Bailey off the ropes, quickly jumping and hitting his "UTI" Neckbreaker. He crawls and covers Bailey as the referee slaps the canvas for the pin attempt.

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The fans let out a majority of boos but there are cheers growing from the match itself. Tony Ferrari comes over the PA System with the Official call of the match after the Referee signals for the bell.

Ferrari: The Winner..."THE ADDICTED" JAAASSOON KAAAASH!!!

Beckett: A year's pain, a year full of regret and Jason Kash has DONE IT! He's beaten Anthony Bailey! Having to go to great and FOUL lengths to even get this match, get Bailey's attention at all and Jason Kash pulls it off here at Mayhem!!

Nailz: It was close, it was filled to the brim with crazy but credit where credit is due, Jason Kash came out with the victory!

He rolls off Bailey but lays on the canvas and takes in lung fulls of air. The referee extends a hand and Kash grabs it. With some help he gets to his feet and his eyes find Bailey still laying on his back. Kash nods as he bites his bottom lip and raises his arm in victory. He slaps his arm veins and beats a fist against his chest a few times. "Ambitionz Az A Ridah" plays and he lets his arm drop from the referee. Kash leans over and open palm slaps Bailey's chest softly before turning around and exiting the ring. The fans give him some more love as he heads up the Entrance Ramp.

[President Jeff]

The scene opens backstage with a close-up shot of the North American Championship belt. The camera zooms out to reveal the belt resting on a chair inside a locker room inhabited by its current owner--- The Guv’nor. The North American Champion is tying the laces on his boots, and is interrupted in this task by the opening of the locker room door. The Guv’nor looks up, his initial irritation quickly turns to a smirk.

Guvnor: Hello sweetheart. You finally ready to admit your crush on me?

Into the shot steps Sienna Harrison, she cannot hide her contempt in her response.

Sienna: In your dreams.

Guvnor: Why else would you come and visit me all alone in that dress.

Sienna backs off defensively and folds her arms across her chest.

Sienna: I’ve come to make you a business offer.

Guv’nor raises an eyebrow quizzically.

Sienna: It’s simple really. You surrender that title tonight, and I promise you will be handsomely rewarded wherever it is you decide to draft. I assure you, it is quite lucrative.

Guvnor gives Sienna a sceptical look. She moves close to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, giving him a warm smile.

Sienna: And since we will no longer be professionally engaged, maybe we could have that drink you talked about when we first met.

Guvnor’s eyes are drawn to Sienna’s hand. He wraps an arm around her back and draws her close to him. This catches her by surprise and the look on her face is one of awkwardness.

Guvnor: You sure you want to find yourself up close and personal with The Guv’nor?

Sienna: S-s-sure.

Sienna stammers through the lump in her throat. Guvnor starts to move in, Sienna has a rabbit in headlights look on her face as his lips move closer and closer. See shuts her eyes tight, knowing there is nothing she can do, then.....she finds herself on her backside as Guvnor pulls his arm away and lets her drop to the hard floor. Sienna’s eyes are wide open, fire burning out of them.

Sienna: You---

She exhales with frustration as Guvnor smirks on and picks up the North American Championship belt.

Guvnor: Sienna, it’s a tempting offer, but I’ve already got a date tonight. The thing is, princess, my date, well it doesn’t tease, only has me for a lover, and, most of all, isn’t annoying to be in the same room with.

Guvnor looks down and addresses the championship belt.

Guvnor: Come on darling, let’s chip. Something stinks around here.

He gives Sienna a glare before heading out of the room. The camera focuses on a seething Sienna as she drags herself to her feet. The scene fades.

Ferrari: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... And it is for the Action Packed Wrestling OVERDRIVE CHAMPIOONSHHIIIP!

The crowd roars at the announcement. The twangy strums of "Four Rusted Horses" starts and Buckson Gooch walks out, he looks around and soaks in the cheers. He lifts his large right arm and points from the high left to the high right. He pops his neck and glares at the ring. He walks to the ring without taking his eyes off of the ring.

Ferrari: Introducing first-- the challenger, from Possomgrape, Arkansas, weighing in at three hundred and forty-five pounds... BUCKSONNNNN GOOOOOOOOOOOCH!

Gooch slides under the bottom rope and sits in the corner. He wipes his nose with his bare arm and grabs the top rope and pulls himself up. He snarls his nose, uses his finger and clogs his left nostril and fires a snot rocket to ringside...and then does the same with his left. He twists and pops his back...same serious look on his face...and he is ready for war.

Harvey: Buckson Gooch is a fan of Evan Envi. He is a friend of Evan Envi. But tonight, I think... Well--

Chase: You know what the rest of us know! He’s going to get the WRONG side of Evan Envi tonight. He has no idea what’s coming his way.

Harvey: I think he knows... I think Jenny Knite gave him a pretty good idea of what to expect.

Ferrari: And his opponent...

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

Multi-colored lights dance all across the arena as the opening riffs of "Helter Skelter" blast through the PA system. Within seconds, whistles and cheers emerge from the audience as Jenny Knite emerges from the back, blonde hair flowing freely behind her, and the APW Overdrive Championship, "Lady Overdrive" over her shoulder. With a microphone in hand, she stops and holds an arm out toward the entranceway.

Jenny: Ladies and gentlemen... I proudly introduce to you, hailing from Ocean City, Maryland, weighing in at a METHODICAL two hundred and twelve pounds, the "King of Overdrive", Mr. Evan ENVIII!

Evan strolls through the curtains, dressed in a white jacket with the name "ENVI" emblazoned across the back in blood-red, shimmering cursive. He looks out into the roaring legions of fans, thoroughly unimpressed as he begins his descent down to the ring with a grin. He pauses halfway to turn to Jenny Knite as she hands him the Overdrive Championship. He takes it from her arms and kisses the face of the belt before turning back to the ring.

Chase: And there’s the King of Overdrive!

Harvey: Don’t get carried away.

Evan, with a running start, hops up onto the apron on one-knee and slides across with a sickening grin on his face before hopping up to stand atop the turnbuckles, screaming out to the jeering fans, holding the Overdrive Championship high above his head. The "King of Overdrive" finally hops down into the ring and hands the ring jacket to the referee, scolding him to be careful with it before he marches back to the ropes and hands the championship belt to Jenny Knite. He sinks into the corner to stretch, ready for combat.

APW Overdrive Championship
Evan Envi © (w/ Jenny Knite) vs Buckson Gooch

Jenny Knite leans against the apron, grinning up at Gooch, who shoots her a wary look before he turns back to Evan. Evan inches closer toward Gooch, raising his arms, ready to lock-up. Gooch walks to Evan and goes for the lock-up-- but Evan pivots behind him and catches him in a rear waist-lock, immediately hitting Gooch with a German Suplex! The crowd pops at the display of strength, and Gooch quickly rises to his knees, a look of surprise on his face.

Chase: Look at that! That’s why he’s the king, Harv!

Harvey: Impressive throw by Envi, but don’t take anything away from Buckson Gooch here.

Gooch applauds Evan a bit, who looks at him with a smirk while Jenny continues to lean against the ropes, her eyes locked on Gooch. Evan beckons Gooch forward and Gooch rises to his feet. This time, they lock-up again... And goes for a rear waist-lock again, but Gooch throws a heavy arm back and catches him in the temple! Evan falls back and Gooch Irish Whips him across the ring, going for a Sidewalk Slam! Evan attempts to reverse it into a Headscissors Takedown, but Gooch shoves him off! Evan flips backwards, landing unsteadily on his feet. Gooch runs at Evan for a Clothesline, and Evan ducks under his trunk-like arm, hitting the ropes and returning. Both men collide in the center of the ring with Gooch going for a Lariat, and Evan going for a Sit-Out Clothesline. Evan takes the brunt of the maneuver and is folded inside-out as he slams into the mat from the impact!

Harvey: Here’s where that size differences comes into play!

Gooch forces Envi to his feet and immediately positions him for the Fisherman’s Suplex, but Evan fights wildly, clubbing Gooch with fists and forearms until Gooch loosens his grip. Gooch holds a hand to his eye where he was struck, and the hesitation is enough for Envi to deliver a Spinning Heel Kick to the side of the head. Gooch stumbles and Evan jumps onto his shoulders, going for a Frankensteiner, but Buckson Gooch swiftly and quickly counters it into a Powerbomb! The ring quivers from the impact and Gooch goes for the pin!

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Chase: I don’t think I’ve ever seen the big oaf react so quickly!

Harvey: I don’t think I’ve ever seen Evan kick out so desperately.

Evan tries to crawl for the ropes, but Gooch grabs him around his neck and forces him to his feet again. Evan drives elbows into his ribs and Gooch once again loosens his grip on Evan. Evan takes a step back-- and blasts Gooch with a roundhouse kick! Gooch falls against the ropes and immediately, Evan charges him, nailing him with a Shining Wizard, forcing Gooch to lean backwards, dangerously over the ropes... And Evan transitions himself around Gooch’s shoulders to lean behind him on the opposite side of the ropes and perform a Figure-Four Neck Lock! The crowd erupts for the display, and Gooch groans in agony, while the referee screams out a five-count!

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Harvey: Just like that, Buckson Gooch almost had it! We almost had a new Overdrive Champion!

Chase: But ALMOST isn’t having it. We don’t have a new Overdrive Champion-- and champ’s still kickin’!

Gooch nods his head as the crowd begins to cheer for him as he lifts Evan up by the arm once more. Gooch holds Envi like a limp dance-partner, and performs a type of waltz around the ring! The crowd roars for the move and Jenny screams obscenities at Gooch from the outside. Gooch drops Evan down across his knee and plants a kiss on his forehead, giving Jenny a sarcastic wink. Jenny glares at him, but goes silent, and Gooch nails a Spinning Reverse STO! Evan hits the mat face-first and Gooch rises to his feet, holding a hand to his ear, listening to the roar of the crowd!

Harvey: He feels it! Listen to the HSBC Arena!

Evan Envi is crawling on his knees, but seems unsure of where he is! He grabs Gooch’s leg, and Gooch hoists him up, turning the smaller Envi to his back, immediately hooking him for a Backslide! Gooch lifts Evan up onto his shoulders and marches across the ring.

Chase: AHH! He’s going for that Sweet Tea Plunge!

Envi wildly kicks and squirms until one of his arms comes loose! He drops to Gooch’s side and counters into a Hammerlock Leg Sweep DDT! Rio de Janeiro applauds the athleticism, but Evan rolls out of the ring, dropping to his knees to their dismay. Jenny Knite runs to his side and drops down, holding Lady Overdrive up to him. Evan looks into the face of the belt, but shakes his head and mutters something to Jenny instead.

Harvey: ...Hm. Normally, Evan would’ve kissed the “face” of Lady Overdrive there.

Chase: Tonight, there’s no time! Look out!

Evan turns around and Gooch has rolled out of the ring, making a stride toward him, but Jenny steps in front of Evan, holding her arms out, shaking her head at Gooch. Again, the crowd boos and Gooch raises an eyebrow at Jenny, calmly asking her to move. Jenny shakes her head and the referee begins his ten count. Gooch once again asks Jenny to move-- to which Jenny again refuses-- and Gooch finally turns to the referee, preparing to explain the situation.

...But the moment he turns his head, Evan Envi charges past Jenny and leaps up onto the apron, and then the bottom rope, twisting to hit a Springboard Roundhouse Kick on Gooch on the outside of the ring! His boot connects with Gooch’s nose and the challenger falls, limp to the ground on the outside. Evan Envi looks up at the referee, who has reached a three count! He slides into the ring beneath the bottom rope and turns, looking back at Buckson Gooch.

Chase: Hahahaha, HOLY smokes, did you hear that shot?!

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Harvey: Buckson Gooch may be out cold. Evan Envi may be completely content with winning this match by countout.

Chase: It was Gooch’s own fault for going out there! Evan Envi is a former Xtreme Champion. He knows how to use that entire ring as a weapon. You think Jenny Knite was standing there by accident? No-- this is all a science!

Harvey: Buckson Gooch is no idiot. He knows how to wrestle. The man knows how to fight back.

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Harvey: He’s getting up!

Chase: Stay down!

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Gooch pulls himself to his feet and rolls into the ring beneath the bottom rope with less than a second to spare! The crowd roars, and Envi glares at him. Gooch is near the turnbuckles as he gets up, and Evan sprints across the ring, leaping into the air before coming down with a low Dropkick to his temple! Gooch’s head is sandwiched between Evan’s feet and the bottom turnbuckle!

Chase: The whole ring is a weapon!

Gooch finds himself in a seated position in the turnbuckle corner and Evan cries out in frustration as he stomps away at his chest and ribcage area. The referee administers a four-count, and physically pushes Evan off at the count of four. Evan gives him a dirty look and then makes his way to the center of the ring, before rushing back at Gooch and hitting him with a knee strike to the jaw! Evan then goes to choke Gooch out with his knee, screaming down into his face! The referee starts another five-count, and Evan breaks the choke at two. He backs to the center of the ring and waits for Gooch to climb to his feet, and Gooch groggily pulls himself out of the corner.

Chase: I keep telling ya, Gooch-- stay down!

Evan drives a boot into Gooch’s gut and plants him with the Snap Double-Arm DDT... The Blues! The crowd erupts with a mixed reaction and Evan uses all of his energy to push Gooch onto his back. He sits on his knees, looking out into the audience before he rises to his feet and goes out to the apron, climbing to the top turnbuckle.

Harvey: This might be it for Buckson Gooch. But it was a hell of an effort.

Chase: But even Gooch is no match for... Ow, HELTER SKELTER!

Evan sails from the top turnbuckle nailing the 450 Splash across Gooch’s chest! Evan hooks the near leg and grapevines the far leg for the cover!

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Harvey: Gooch kicked out!

Chase: …

The HSBC Arena explodes as Gooch powers out. Evan looks up at the referee in shock. Jenny Knite stands with a hand to her cheek in panic on the outside. Evan looks down at Gooch and narrows his eyes. He forces Gooch up to his knees by his hair, and the referee scolds him-- but Gooch suddenly scoops Evan up onto his shoulders and rises to his feet, delivering a Death Valley Driver! The crowd roars for Gooch and the two men lie a few inches from each other. Jenny Knite slams a hand on the apron in frustration and yells for Envi to get to the ropes, but Gooch throws an arm over him! The referee drops down and makes the count!

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THRRRE-

Harvey: Envi gets the shoulder up!

Gooch sighs and pushes himself up with his fists. He looks out into the roaring audience and nods, slowly. He forces Evan up with him and Irish Whips him across the ring! Evan rebounds into a...

Harvey: RAZORBACK SCRAMBLER!

Chase: No-- he avoided it!

Harvey: ...Thanks to Jenny Knite...

Jenny Knite grabs Evan’s foot, tripping him, but saving him from running into Gooch’s vicious Razorback Scrambler Mule Kick. Evan tries to retreat from the ring, but Gooch is on him immediately and grabs Evan by the arm when Evan tries to drop down to the floor. Jenny shrieks and Evan fights, hitting Gooch with hard fists to the skull with his free-hand, but Gooch displays his power by lifting Evan up to the ropes with one-arm, and silencing him with a headbutt, to the crowd’s pleasure. Evan falls against the ropes and Gooch delivers a hard Lariat that sends Evan careening down into the ring barricade. Evan lies on the floor in a heap and groans in pain. The referee starts the ten-count while Gooch gets the crowd hyped up from the inside of the ring!

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Harvey: Gooch just put the momentum back on his side!

Chase: But even if Evan loses because of a count-out, he retains the Overdrive Championship!

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Harvey: Ugh. HER again.

Chase: I don’t know what grudge you have against Jenny Knite! Did she reject you backstage or something?

Jenny sits next to Evan against the barricade while he stares up at Gooch, and the two discuss strategy.

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Harvey: The champ doesn’t seem to be in a big rush to get back in the ring.

At the count of “8”, Evan finally climbs to his feet. He steps into the ring and looks up at Buckson Gooch. Gooch motions for a lock-up, but Evan utters a battle cry and sprints forward, going for a Spear-- and is promptly dropped with a Big Boot by Buckson Gooch! Evan hits the ground in a daze and Gooch drags him to the corner. With his back to Evan, he ascends to the second turnbuckle, licking his lips with a smirk into the audience before he leaps off, hitting a Vader Bomb! Evan howls in agony and Gooch hooks both legs.

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Buckson Gooch takes a sigh and then looks toward the turnbuckles again. He forces Evan to his feet and holds him high above his head for a Military Press... And then tosses him into the air. As Evan falls back toward the canvas, Gooch nails a stiff European Uppercut! Evan hits the canvas and tries to sit up, but immediately goes limp. Gooch wastes no time moving to the turnbuckles, and with a surprising amount of speed, getting to the top!

Chase: WHAT IS HE DOING?!

Harvey: Get ready to see The Ugliest Moonsault!

Chase: He’ll kill him!

Gooch perches on the top turnbuckle and leaps off, going for the devastating Moonsault... And landing it! Evan Envi rolls onto his back, breathing heavily, unable to move a single muscle from the impact! Gooch rolls away, holding his own ribs, but forces Envi onto his back again and the referee makes the cover, with the crowd chanting alone, emphatically!

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There is another vocal explosion from the audience, this time, as Evan Envi kicks out! Gooch looks absolutely astounded as he looks up at the referee, who reaffirms that the count stopped at two. Gooch runs a hand through his hair and finally seems to show signs of frustration.

Chase: Might we see Gooch finally lose it?!

Harvey: He’d better not. Envi will be all over it-- and Gooch will be in no condition to fight Johnny Rebel tomorrow if Envi capitalizes on that emotion!

Gooch climbs to his feet and turns, looking toward Jenny Knite, who is on the apron, leaning against the ropes, grinning at him. Gooch meets her gaze with a glare and Jenny blows him a kiss. Gooch turns toward Envi and he hoists him up again in a standing headscissors before he sets him up for the Powerbomb--

Envi, pushes himself over Gooch’s head and lands behind him! Envi immediately goes for the Cobra Clutch, but Gooch is able to squirm free and overpower Evan, tossing him overhead! Evan lands on his back and turns around as Gooch goes for the Razorback Scrambler!

Harvey: Did he get it that time-- no!

Again, Envi throws himself out of harm’s way, and sweeps Gooch’s leg once he hits the ground. Gooch falls face-first to the mat and Envi immediately grapevines his arm, locking Gooch in the Omoplata Crossface! Gooch cries out in pain and reaches for the ropes, but Envi has him planted in the center of the ring! The crowd erupts, many cheering for Gooch, some cheering in favor of Evan! Gooch crawls and pulls himself across the ring, but his efforts seem futile!

Chase: TAP OUT! TAP OUT!

Harvey: Gooch is fading in the Crossface!

Gooch seems to be slowing down, and seems to be slipping from consciousness... But soon he begins to push himself up, though Evan is still attached to him.

Chase: WHAAAAT?!

Harvey: The strength of Buckson Gooch!

The crowd roars as Gooch gets to his knees and then to his feet. Envi, however, transitions the move into The Octopus! The crowd roars louder and Gooch begins to drop to his knees again as Envi locks Gooch in that unorthodox Sleeper Variant.

Chase: The Octopus!

Harvey: Gooch is caught again!

Envi wrenches the hold as hard as he can, and Gooch tries to make it to the ropes, but is having difficulty moving forward after a few seconds. Soon, his face begins to turn red, and be forces himself to his feet, swinging back and forth, wildly until he is able to drive Evan back-first into the ropes. Evan reaches out, grabbing the middle rope to steady himself, and once again transitions himself on Gooch’s shoulders, hitting the Poison-Rana! Gooch spills over the ropes from the momentum and both men hit the floor!

Harvey: These guys just can’t keep it in the ring!

Chase: Gooch got out of the Crossface and the Octopus. He kicked out of the Blues. He kicked out of Helter Skelter. What else does Envi gotta do?!

Envi sits with his hands resting on the apron for a moment. He turns to Gooch and goes to force him to his feet, but Gooch grabs Evan around the waist and launches him onto the announce table with a release Belly to Belly Suplex! Evan slides across the table, between the announcers, and hits the barricade! The crowd roars and Gooch kneels to catch his breath while our commentators fumble to reapply their headsets.

Evan pushes himself up and with a battle cry, leaps onto the announce table and jumps off toward Gooch, but he’s caught again, in a Bearhug! Gooch turns Evan toward the ring post and charges forward, driving Evan back-first into the steel post! Evan cries out in pain and falls to his back, groaning in agony. Gooch looks out into the crowd, where a ”BUCK-SON GOOCH!” chant has started up once more. Gooch watches as Envi climbs to his feet... And he charges the smaller man, going to hit him with a Clothesline against the barricade, but Evan rolls out of the way! Gooch crashes hard into the barricade, forcing it back a few inches!

Harvey: Our headsets are back on...

Chase: And Gooch might’ve just cracked his ribs on that barricade!

Harvey: Evan’s back in the ring, breaking up that ten count. He’s hitting the ropes... He’s...!

Envi leaps over the ropes, nailing a picture-perfect Running Shooting Star Press to the outside, connecting with Gooch, sending both men through the already-damaged barricade! The audience roars for the mayhem and Evan rolls off of Gooch, looking toward the ring in a daze. He crawls over his challenger’s broken body, pulling himself up with the apron. Evan cries out in pain as he reaches his feet, but turns and sees that Gooch is already stirring as well, though looks to be in bad shape, unable to reach his feet as he crawls to the ring.

Chase: I think Gooch busted his head on that concrete when they broke the barricade!

Harvey: Evan’s back in the ring! Gooch is right behind him! I don’t think the Overdrive Champion EVER expected anything quite like this!

As Gooch climbs into the ring, Envi shakes his head, muttering to himself.

Chase: The guy is like a monster!

Envi watches in frustration, growing more red, shaking as Gooch climbs into the ring, his eyes locked right on the Overdrive Champion.

Harvey: And I don’t think Evan Envi has an idea what to do!

Evan runs at Gooch again, hitting him with a hard knee to the ribcage! He tries to spin Gooch around for the Guess Who... But Gooch captures Evan in the Backslide and lifts him up, marching across the ring once again for that Sweet Tea Plunge!

Chase: NO!

Nearly every member of the audience jumps to their feet, screaming at the top of their lungs, a deafening roar thundering throughout the HSBC Arena-- but Envi slips down behind Gooch once again! He catches him in the Dragon Sleeper position, but spins to drive an elbow across his jaw, driving Gooch spine-first across his knee!

Harvey: GUESS WHO!

Envi hooks Gooch’s far leg and leans back into the cover while many in the audience chant along.

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The bell rings and “Helter Skelter” hits the PA system. Evan Envi rolls off of Gooch, exhausted.

Ferrari: Here is your winner... And the STIIIILLLL Action Packed Wrestling Overdrive Champion, EVAAANNNN ENVIIIIIIII!

Harvey: My God! My God, what a battle! Evan Envi emerges through the dust... Through the wreckage... Still on top!

Chase: Still the King!

The referee takes the championship from Ferrari, but Jenny Knite snatches it from the referee immediately. The music fades and the crowd boos at her actions.

Jenny looks down at the championship in her hands for a few moments and then looks at Envi and Gooch. Gooch stands in the corner and Envi has pushed himself up to a seated position in the middle of the ring. Jenny stoops down a bit to help Envi to his feet and hand him the Overdrive Championship before the two of them look up at Gooch.

Envi looks down at “Lady Overdrive” for a few moments and takes a deep breath. He slings the Overdrive Championship over his shoulder and looks toward his challenger.

He strides toward Gooch... And the crowd erupts as Envi holds out his hand. Envi finally raises his eyes to meet Gooch’s, and Gooch hesitantly reaches out, accepting the handshake. Envi holds onto the handshake and for a few seconds, says a few words to Gooch, before he takes a step back and rolls out of the ring without another word. Jenny Knite follows, but not after giving Gooch a glare.

Harvey: I honestly didn’t expect that reaction out of Evan Envi.

Chase: Me... Either.

“Helter Skelter” hits again and the crowd responds with an uncertain reaction as Envi makes his way up the ramp, disappearing to the back without another look back toward Gooch, but Jenny spares him one more glance before she and the Overdrive Champion vanish to the back.





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

Cindy Shannon: C.J., tonight you compete against Level One, Delikado and Michael Callahan for the APW World Heavyweight title. Knowing the odds are stacked against you, how are going to survive?

C.J. Gates: I'm going to have to keep fighting. I know that those three men hate the fact that I am in this match, and I know that they are going to be doing what they can to work together to keep me down. However, I also know that at some point whatever bit of team work they have between them is going to break down and they are eventually going to end up fighting themselves long before I am incapacitated.

Cindy Shannon: People have been critical of your involvement saying you don't belong in the match after losing to Terry Marvin at Rasslemania. Thoughts?

C.J. Gates: I can see where they are coming from, and I might even agree with them if I was thrown into the match randomly. But I wasn't. I was given an opportunity to fight for a spot, and I managed to come away with a win. Sure, maybe some don't see the disqualification win as the right way to earn that spot, but I'm pretty sure I would have beaten Callahan on that night without the help of Delikado and Level One.

Cindy Shannon: If you are to win, you would become the first man to win both the World Heavyweight and Undisputed titles, joining only the likes of Sally Talfourd in that feat. How important is that to you?

C.J. Gates: Winning for the sake of being the first man to accomplish that isn't as important to me. Sure, I'd like to be able to lay claim to that, but it's not the most important. The important thing to me is that a win here would go a long way to putting me back in the driver's seat of Overdrive, and would make all the hard work worth it in the end.

Cindy Shannon: What happens if you are unable to win?

Gates pauses.

C.J. Gates: Well, we'll have to wait and see. I haven't really looked too far into the future, not when this match is on the horizon. I did that before and ended up losing, so I don't plan on making that same mistake twice. Right now, I just want to stay focused on the match, and focused on proving these three men wrong.

Cindy Shannon: Any last words for your opponents before the match?

C.J. Gates: Only eight.

It's time to go big or go home.

Gates smiles as the scene fades out

[President Jeff]

We cut to ringside.

Shane West: Ladies and gentlemen, you’re back live with the commentary team of Monday Night Meltdown: Dick Harris and myself, Shane West. And for all you Meltdown fans it’s time for our final offering tonight, our main event if you will. It’s time for the North American Championship match, and this one is very personal.

A VT rolls. It begins with The Guv’nor winning the North American Championship at Rasslemania IX in an eight-person ladder match. We get some clips of The Guv’nor defeating all challengers since, with some sound bites hyping and building the champ. We see footage of the tension between The Guv’nor and Meltdown GM, Sienna Harrison, and the challenger tonight, Sienna’s personally endorsed megastar, Robina Hood. It’s all words at this point until we are re-acquainted with the showdown between The Guv’nor and Sienna in the closing stages of Meltdown a few weeks back. We see The Guv’nor threatening to punch Sienna, but he backs away. The montage turns to black and white footage, and it accompanied by more sinister and foreboding as Robina gets the better of Guv’nor in recent weeks, continually physically assault the champ with a crowbar. We build to a big crescendo of big spots and pivotal moments, the music reaching its own sensational climax and the VT ends with the malevolent promises of Robina Hood to end not just The Guv’nor reign, but his entire career.

We’re back at ringside and hear three rings of the timekeeper’s bell bringing everyone to attention, then we hear the rip-roaring voice of Tony Ferrari.

Ferrari: The following contest is a steel cage match for the North American Championship. The winner is the first person to escape the cage and land both feet on the ground.

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.

Ferrari: Introducing the challenger…from Sherwood Forest…weighing in at one hundred thirty-two pounds……ROBINA HOOD!

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

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

West: There has always been something very sinister about Robina Hood, but this young woman has shown a side of herself that is all-out pure evil in the way she has attacked and assaulted the North American Champion in recent weeks.

Harris: I think she’s just sick and tired, like the rest of us, of seeing The Guv’nor bully Sienna Harrison, our darling and beautiful General Manager. Somebody had to stand up to him. Robina is simply a minister of justice in my eyes.

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

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

Respect

Respect

Respect

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

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

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

Bad boys inna London
Rude boys inna England

Around 1:20, as the drum beat kicks, strobe lighting effects and dry ice smother the stage as the jungle music and MC kick into full flow.

Mi are di nuttah
Original madmah madmah mad nuttah

Out steps The Guv’nor, his arms aloft as he basks in the positive crowd reaction. The Guv’nor watches on with joy as he witnesses the frenzied dance orgy. The in-house crowd turn the event into a full on rave as The Guv’nor marches down to the ring, the North American Championship belt sitting proudly around his waist.

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

The Guv’nor slides into the ring and tosses his shades into the crowd as he climbs the turnbuckles, tapping with his hand the ‘MADE IN HACKNEY’ legend on his t-shirt, then raises the North American Championship belt above his head. He climbs down as the music fades, readying himself for his opponent.

West: It’s the one-year anniversary of the North American Championship tonight, and we’ve had some great champions: Evan Envi, Michael Lively, Aubrey J. Parker, Logan Alexander to name just a sample.

Harris: Let’s not forget Young Mannie in that list.

West: True, The Main Attraction was born through the North American Championship. But has there ever been a more dominant champion than The Guv’nor?

Harris: The honest answer is, there is no way to tell. But I know one thing, if The Guv’nor can survive tonight, there can be no doubt that he is the most dominant force on Meltdown right now.

There are flickering lights as the steel cage is lowered onto the ring. There are four referee’s on the outside, alongside the main official in the ring, to help the ring crew fasten down and secure the steel frame. Inside it Guv’nor walks around the perimeter, feeling the touch of the metal on his hands, testing its give and rigidity; Robina Hood simply sits crossed legged in one of the corners while this is taking place. After about thirty seconds of checking, the ref inside the ring is happy and calls for the bell to be rung to begin the match.

APW North American Championship Steel Cage Match
The Guv’nor (c) vs. Robina Hood

Guvnor is quickly out of the traps, charging at Robina looking for a clothesline, but she forward rolls to evade his attack. As Guvnor turns around Robina strikes him with a few middle kicks to the body, but he grabs her by the face and pushes her down to the mat. Guvnor backs to the middle of the ring, calling Robina to get to her feet. They dance around each other a bit, then come together into a clinch, Guvnor quickly converting Robina into a side headlock and using his hip to toss her down to the ground. Guvnor maintains the headlock in this position, using his body weight to pin down Robina’s shoulders, while he torques Robina’s neck and shoulders forward towards her legs. Robina tries to fight back with a few punches, but she doesn’t have the leverage. Then she begins to scratch at Guvnor’s hands, then his face, but he retaliates by catching one of her pinkys in his mouth and crunching him teeth down on them. In desperation Robina only has one option, and that’s to try and gouge one of Guvnor’s eyes. He immediately breaks the hold and rolls away.

West: It’s absolutely no disqualification in this match, folks. You win only by escaping the cage, either over the top or through the door, and placing both feet on the floor outside the ring.

Harris: And let me tell you, that’s much harder than it seems. The door is bolted shut, and as for getting over the top--- no thanks!

West: The cage may be used as much as a weapon as anything else, and as we’ve seen there is a real nastiness between these two. It’s only a matter of time before we see some carnage.

Robina is on her feet and kicking Guvnor repeatedly in the ribs. But Guvnor gets to his feet and pushes her away. Robina runs at the Guvnor, but he counters with an back elbow smash that knocks her off balance. Guvnor toe kicks Robina to the gut, rebounds off the ropes and lifts a running knee into her face. Robina backs off towards the ropes, selling the blow to her face. Guvnor hits the ropes and charges at her, but she counters with a drop toe hold, Guvnor’s throat taking the impact of the bottom rope. Robina stomps on Guvnor a few times, then nails a jumping knee drop to the kidney area. Guvnor rolls away, clutching his side; Robina runs and kicks him twice in that same area, then rebounds off the ropes and nails a Yakuza kick to the face of a kneeling Guvnor.

West: Robina opting not to make the climb here, instead taking up a starting position in a corner.

Harris: A very wise move by the perfect megastar. Trying to escape too early will often backfire. You have to beat your opponent so badly that you have enough time to get to the top and over the other side.

Guvnor slowly gets to his feet, Robina charges looking for a flying leg lariat, but Guvnor catches her and then unceremoniously dumps her head first onto the nearby turnbuckle, the back of Robina’s head taking a sickening impact.

West: Oh brother! What impact on that move! Did you see the way Robina’s head bounced off that turnbuckle?

Guvnor wastes no time though and lifts a groggy Robina to her feet. He grabs her with one hand of hair, the other grabbing her tights, runs her across the angle from turnbuckle to turnbuckle and launches Robina face first into a corner of the steel frame, where two thick poles of steel make a join. The crowd pop as Robina bounces off the metal and collapses to the mat. Guvnor isn’t done there though. He lifts Robina again and repeats the move a further four times, each one getting a pop louder than the next. After the last throw Guvnor turns Robina onto her back and a freshly sprouted crimson mask is revealed. Guvnor rubs his hand over her face, smearing the blood. Then he lifts his bloody hand into the air--- a gut-wrenching sight--- and wipes the blood of Robina Hood in a diagonal streak across his chest.

West: I counted five, six times Robina’s face bounced off the steel. The Perfect Megastar is losing blood by the second here; she’s in a lot of trouble.

Harris: The Guv’nor is an animal; he’s cannibalistic! Did you see the way he just smeared Robina’s blood over his body like a badge of honour.

Robina crawls to the ropes and unsteadily rises to her feet. Guvnor rushes in and punches her hard in the gut, doubling her over. He grabs a couple of handfuls of Robina’s hair and slams her face first into a turnbuckle; her legs give way and she drops to her knees, slumped against the turnbuckle. Guvnor grabs Robina by the hair and pulls her head back, then drives an elbow down into face, before he begins to choke her by forcing her throat across the middle rope and applying pressure with his knee to the back of her neck. The ref begins a futile count because there’s no disqualification, but after ten seconds of the hold he finally relents and releases, quickly locking Robina into a reverse facelock. Guvnor lifts Robina and reverse suplexes her against the steel cage wall. There is a sympathetic pop from the crowd as Robina bounces off the steel onto the top rope and slumps down into the narrow gap between the steel barrier and the ropes. Guvnor paces around the ring like a (excuse the pun) caged animal plotting with intent.

West: This isn’t just about winning the match. The Guv’nor wants to destroy Robina tonight, for everything she’s done to him in the past few weeks.

Harris: Boy, I bet she wishes she had her best friend, the crowbar, with her right now.

A bloody Robina gets to her feet, Guvnor charges in and leaps at her looking for a splash against the cage, but she ducks and Guvnor takes all the impact. He bounces off away from the steel wall, Robina slingshots onto the top rope and lets flying, connecting with a springboard front flip neckbreaker. There is a pop from the crowd at the athleticism. There is a pause in the action as both wrestlers are down for a good 30 seconds. They rise together. Guvnor grabs Robina, but she counters with a mule kick between the legs. Robina grabs Guvnor and launches him through the middle and top rope face first into the steel, leaving Guvnor hanging over the middle rope. The director cuts to a close-up of a messy Robina, her appearance completely dishevelled by the mixture of blood and sweat all over her face and through her hair. She lets out blood-curdling shriek, before running at Guvnor and kicking his furiously about ten times, a frenzied attack that has no care for accuracy, but is entirely wrathful. Robina ties Guvnor up in a tree of woe of sorts, gives herself a run-up and connects with a spear into the steel cage wall. There is a grotesque moan from Guvnor upon impact. Robina stands up and raises her arms, earning her some heat from the crowd.

West: You heard that groan from The Guv’nor: that spear from Robina targeting the back and rib area she’s damaged recently.

Harris: Nevermind that- Robina’s climbing the cage!

Using the ropes as a launch pad, Robina is going directly up the face of the cage wall. It doesn’t take long before she gets a firm grip on the top of the cage and begins to pull herself up--- but Guvnor grabs one of her ankles. Robina is soon forced to rely on one arm for grip, having swung her hips so her back is now against the cage and she can see her foe. Robina lashes out with a loose foot, but Guvnor is able to easily duck her swinging neck, and with one big tug he pulls Robina down, straddling her on the top rope. There is a sympathetic pop from the crowd, even though Robina is missing the working parts that would have made that plight all the more painful. Guvnor walks to the nearest corner and begins to make his escape.

West: We’re into the swing of it here. I think these two are done trying to beat each senseless. Now they just want to get out.

Harris: And who can blame. They have both been busted open, both look exhausted from the warfare they’ve endured already in this match.

Guvnor gets to the top turnbuckle, finds a stable foothold and gives it a big heave upwards. His core strength isn’t lacking, but Robina has recovered sufficiently and brings a hold to his progress by grabbing his shorts. Robina climbs to the middle rope and clubs at Guvnor’s sore ribs, then positions herself on the same level as Guvnor and delivers a back drop suplex of bone-crushing force from the top rope. Guvnor rolls away, clutching his back and selling the huge impact of that bump. Robina is not left unscathed either and remains down on the mat.

West: Guv’nor may have just had his back broken in half! What impact!

Harris: Come on, Robina! Get up!

Like the Deadman Robina rises. She gets to her feet, doesn’t even look for Guvnor but starts to climb. She’s almost there, gets one leg over and begins to drag the second, but Guvnor catches up with her. Straddling the top of the cage Robina takes two shots to the face by Guvnor who is hanging onto the mesh of the cage wall. Guvnor tries to climb upwards but Robina counters with a punch of her own. Guvnor is hanging on now by one hand. Robina swings her leg back over so that both feet are inside the cage. She stomps down on Guvnor’s face a few times, but he somehow clings on and even manages to grab Robina’s leg and tug her down on the third stomp attempt. Both wrestlers are now hanging onto the cage wall. Guvnor secures his position by placing both hands on the wall and kicks out at Robina, but she parries and slams his knee into the steel. Guvnor slips down but is able to land safely on the mat. Robina tries to climb up again, but Guvnor shoulder charges the cage wall, the vibrations causing Robina to lose her grip and land again on the top rope. Guvnor grabs her into a facelock and in the manner of ‘Vintage Orton’ (but from the top rope) delivers a variation on his Gypsy Kiss (Gator Roll). The move gets the loudest pop of the match so far.

West: The kiss that doesn’t taste so sweet! But can Guv’nor escape now?

Harris: He’s going for the door, Shane.

That’s right. Guvnor stomps across to the door and starts trying to boot it off, but to no avail since there is a great big barrel lock keep it shut. The ref’s could open it, but they keep their distance as Guvnor goes mental on the door--- a clear case of adrenaline clouding the rational faculties. Eventually the officials get the message through to Guvnor who relents his assault. They door in unbolted...

West: Guv’nor’s going to do it. He’s going to escape through the door!

Guvnor is about to step through the ropes...

Harris: OH! What a shot!

...but Robina kicks his between the legs from behind. There is booing from the crowd as she kneels over Guvnor with a sadistic smile on her face. She takes her time, but eventually moves towards the door, crawling through the bottom and middle ropes. However, Guvnor halts her by grabbing her ankle, gingerly gets to his feet and stomps down hard on her ankle. Robina gives out a yelp of pain, Guvnor grabs the door with both hands and slams it shut on Robina’s face. The crowd cheer, Guvnor shuts the door again and orders it be re-bolted.

Harris: What’s he doing? He could have escaped!

West: I think The Guv’nor has had a change of mind and re-assessed his objectives here.

Guvnor pulls Robina to her feet and launches her towards the steel cage wall, but she’s alert and like a cat grabs onto the mesh and starts to hastily climb. Guvnor gives pursuit, but Robina is soon at the top and lifting both feet to the other side.

West: Robina is outside the cage!

Harris: NEW CHAMPION SHANE!

Robina tentatively tries to ease her way downwards, but the hesitation gives Guvnor a chance and as she’s about to drop down Guvnor reaches over and in desperation grabs a handful of Robina’s hair. The pain is unbearable and she begins to kick and flail, finding herself suddenly hanging ten feet in the air, held up only by Guv’nor grip on her hair.

Harris: Her beautiful hair! He’s ruining it!

West: This is desperate! Guvnor can’t let go! Have you ever seen anything like this?

Robina gets a grip on the cage wall and attempts a Pele kick, but Guvnor reacts quickly and grabs her by both legs. Robina is now hanging ten feet above the arena floor, staring down at the concrete.

West: What a twist of fate! Robina Hood’s future is in the hands of The Guv’nor here!

Harris: He could end her right now, Shane; but he’d lose the title doing it!

Guvnor begins to pull Robina upwards, back to the top of the cage. He gets one leg over, so that her knee joint is bent over the top of the cage, then using her own shoe laces secures her to the cage wall in this position.

Harris: What’s he doing! He’s just tied Robina down!

Guv’nor laughs as we go to a close-up of Robina trying to unsuccessfully undo the knot. Guvnor begins to climb, pulling himself up onto the top of the cage wall. Robina pulls something out her tights --- brass knuckles --- slips them onto her right hand, pulls herself up and sprays red mist into Guvnor’s eyes before landing a knockout blow on Guvnor, who is left hanging over the of the cage- his feet inside, his arms pointing down on the outside. Robina pulls herself up into a seated position on top of the cage, unfastens the knot and STANDS UP ON THE NARROW LEDGE that forms the top of the cage wall. She lifts Guvnor onto his feet.

West: Oh God! What on earth is she doing here!

Harris: I can’t look Shane; this is only going to end one way!

Robina gives Guvnor multiple knee lifts, then unceremoniously throws him off the cage wall to the mat.

West: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! SHE KILLED HIM!

Harris: SHE DID IT! SHE ACTUALLY DID IT!

West: MY GOD, HE’S BROKEN IN HALF! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN ROBINA HOOD HAS JUST ENDED THE GUV’NOR! IT’S OVER! IT HAS TO BE!

There is a mixture of emotion from the crowd as Guvnor lies slumped on the mat, Robina standing tall on top of the cage. Suddenly Robina starts to lower herself down the outside of the cage.

West: HE’S DONE! THE GUV’NOR IS DONE! HE MAY NEVER RECOVER FROM THIS!

Harris: And look at Robina, SHE’S GONNA ESCAPE THE CAGE!

Robina is halfway down the cage wall on the outside when she sees The Guv’nor stirring. She watches him, remains in that position for a few seconds, lost in serious thought about what to do. She clenches her jaw with determination and start to CLIMB BACK TO THE TOP!

West: What is she doing? Robina Hood had this match as good as won, but she’s climbing back into the cage.

Robina stands up on the top, the crowd are curious about this and the sense of anticipation has sent the volume even further up. Robina raises her hands high into the air, then leaps off looking for a spectacular flying elbow drop--- a moment seemingly paused in time as she hangs for so much time and thousands of cameras flash. Down Robina floats toward her target, the elbow jutted out...

CRASH!

West: GOOD GOD! SHE MISSED IT!

The Guv’nor rolled away and Robina got nothing. There is an explosion of noise in appreciation of the bump. Robina rolls away clutching her elbow, and with both wrestlers down and recovering it gives everyone watching a chance to catch their breath also.

West: Both of these warriors have put their lives on the line in this match. Have you ever seen anything like this Dick?

Harris: I’m still speechless, Shane. I just don’t believe what Robina Hood has done. She destroyed The Guv’nor, then spontaneously combusted herself!

After some time passes it is amazingly Guvnor who is up first and he lands two rights to the face. He grabs Robina and Irish whips into a corner, running in and looking for a corner splash but misses as Robina rolls away. There is a sympathetic pop from the crowd, which becomes more excited as Robina Hood starts to climb the cage. Before Guvnor can react she is out of reach, so he stumbles towards the cage door and pulls back the bolt.

West: Guv’nor is going through the door!

Harris: And Robina has climbed over the top.

West: It’s neck and neck--- who will take it?

Robina starts inching down the cage wall, Guvnor stumbles through the ropes and is over the threshold of the door, half his body on the ring steps, half inside the cage still.

West: They have to get both feet on the floor--- but who will do it first?

Robina is now 8 feet from the floor, she inches down; Guvnor drags his feet through the ropes. The noise from the crowd is at its zenith for the match.

Harris: Robina just needs to drop from here and she’s got it.

Five feet from the floor Robina jumps down, but as she does so Guvnor rolls off the ring steps. THEY HIT THE FLOOR IN AT THE SAME TIME! Officials on each side signal to the referee.

DING! DING! DING!

West: It’s over! The match is over!

Harris: But who won! Who’s the champ?

West: There’s some discussion taking place here. They’re trying to figure out who got down first.

Harris: It was Robina. It was definitely Robina--- I saw it with my own eyes!

The match referee is out of the cage and with his colleagues they are huddled over a monitor, consulting the video replays. The crowd are shown the same clip, a split screen showing the escapes of both competitors. There is a roar from the crowd to indicate they believe Guvnor was the first to complete the escape. Guvnor is slouched at ringside, giving nothing away. Robina stands, pointing at her chest, believing she got down first.

West: Can you tell who got down first, Dick? It looks simultaneous to me.

Harris: I’m not sure. I don’t envy the officials.

Finally, after almost a minute of tension the officials nod in agreement. The match referee walks across to Tony Ferrari.

Ferrari: Ladies and gentlemen, after consulting the video evidence, the referee has judged that no clear winner can be determined.

West: Well what does that mean?

Ferrari: As a result, the referee has ruled that the match be re-started until a clear outcome is reached.

The crowd sound their approval. Robina is not happy though and is arguing with the referee, who remonstrates about the evidence; an exhausted Guvnor hobbles back into the cage. Robina is forced to accept the decision and follow suit.

West: I don’t think I ever seen anything quite like this before, Dick. We’re re-starting this match because, rightfully, it deserves a clear outcome.

Harris: I guess the referee, if he couldn’t make the decision from the video evidence, had no other option.

The bell sounds and the match is on again. Guvnor charges Robina down with a shoulder charge. Guvnor hits the ropes, comes back looking for the London Drop but Robina stands upright and Guvnor misses. Robina slams a forearm into Guvnor’s face, then goes for the toe kick, but Guvnor catches her foot, spins her around and gets her set up for the Gypsy Kiss. However, another counter from Robina sends Guvnor into the ropes, and she tries to knock his block off with Execution. Incredibly, Guvnor ducks, runs through and rebounds against the ropes. Robina charges Guvnor and they meet halfway, taking each other down with a double running clothesline. Another big pop from the crowd.

West: There cannot be much more left for either Robina or Guvnor to give. They’ve given us everything.

Harris: Not everything, Shane. Not yet.

It isn’t long before both are on their feet. Robina heads straight for a corner and makes her bid to escape; Guvnor drops back onto the ropes. Robina moves surprisingly quick up the cage and in no time straddling the top of the cage. She’s about to lift her second leg over, but Guvnor stops her and begins to climb.

West: Good God, they’re climbing in the same spot. Anything could happen here.

Guvnor is soon on the top and at the same time they climb over to the outside. Hanging precariously, but so close to victory, they take in turns to land a blow. Guvnor edges towards Robina, she grabs his head and slams it against the cage wall. Robina edges down, but gets caught with a stamp to the head, forcing her to hold close to the cage. Guvnor moves down alongside her, she thumps him a couple of times, but Guvnor counters with a back elbow and Robina is sent from the side of the cage and crashing towards the fl-

West: GOOD GOD! ROBINA HOOD JUST LANDED ON THE EDGE OF OUR TABLE!

Guvnor looks down at his opponent, a little shocked at the development, but doubtless satisfied he didn’t cause his own downfall. Then suddenly he lets fly and lands a elbow drop onto Robina. They both crash to the floor and the timekeeper bangs at his bell.

DING! DING! DING!

West: It’s over!

Harris: Or is it? They just landed at the same time again!

The ref joins his assistant officials on the outside, there is a quick confab, and the nods suggest a unanimous decision. The ref speaks to Tony Ferrari.

Ferrari: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match...

West: We have a winner! It’s over!

Harris: But who is it?

Ferrari: And....STILL North American Champion....

The crowd roar!

Ferrari: ....THE GUV’NOR!!!

“Original Nuttah” blasts and the crowd are on their feet as The Guv’nor has his arm raised and is handed the North American Championship. His celebration is muted though as he is clearly in a bad way, but refuses the assistance of some medical officials standing by. Nevertheless, they stay close to him as he hobbles back up the ramp.

West: An incredible match! An incredible effort by both wrestlers, and The Guv’nor remains the man on Meltdown.

Harris: But for how much longer? What with the draft tomorrow.

West: We wait on that with baited breath. But let’s not forget about Robina Hood. This could have been her night; maybe not quite ‘the perfect megastar’, but after this war there is no doubt in my mind she is a damn fine one.

[President Jeff]

The cameras are rushing to follow the sound of a few voices- apparently angered, frustrated voices down the hallway in the rear of the HSBC Arena. Soon, we catch up to Aubrey J. Parker and Christian Kane, still in their wrestling attire, now flanked by Logan Alexander.

CK: I don't care how much longer the contract is. I'm sick of this shit!

AJP: I know, I know, look, I-

CK: No, you do NOT know! You think you know what it's like to get disrespected by this entire business, but you really DON'T. You haven't been doing this for HALF as long as me. You haven't seen the ugly shit. I have... And I'm above it. I'm too good for it.

LA: I think... You need to get a cool head, and--

CK: No! I need... I need...

AJP: Christian, I-

CK: Don't, Aubrey. Just... don't.

There is mocking, sarcastic applause and the trio turn as the Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin approaches them from from afar, stopping a few feet away.

Terry: Wow… you three are extremely entertaining. You know that? You should have your own show… You can call it… “How not to be a bunch of whiney bitches when The Real Show so graciously allows you in his presence.”

CK: Whatever. I'm done with this shit. From now on, Asylum isn't anyone's show but mine...title...or not.

Terry: That’s hilarious… try winning a match or two pal and then talk. Asylum is MY show. Take some notes… I’m gonna show you TRULY how to get respect around here. Here’s a hint…it’s not by whining.

Terry smirks and turns his attention to Aubrey next, but she raises a hand and speaks to him before he has the opportunity to address her.

AJP: You think we haven't seen what you've been doing?

Terry scoffs, but crosses his arms defensively, glancing around at the three of them.

Terry: What? Now what the hell are you talking about?

AJP: Scouting for your Sindicate, Terry. You think we haven't seen it? You think it's not obvious who you want your new Sindicate to be?

LA: APW's worst kept secret...

AJP: And I'm not amused. I don't like that you think we need to be in your shadow, and come off as your lackeys by having ANYTHING to do with you... You think Logan and I forgot the stuff you said to us before you came to Asylum? We didn't.

So before things get... confused... let's make one thing clear: M&M and Christian Kane are bigger than Terry Marvin and his Sindicate. And there's one reason why we can't be together, Terry.

As if on cue, all three of their eyes fall toward the Undisputed Title, earning a cheer from the crowd. Terry adjusts the title, shifting it to his other shoulder and greets the three with a curious glare.

CK: You know... If we wanted, we could make sure that you leave here without that.

AJP: Ooooh, I like that idea.

Terry: You‘re welcome to try…. But that list of names is getting longer and longer… I may have to find more paper to write them on. Mind if I see your contract, Kane?

Terry smirks at them.

CK: That's REAL fucking funn-

AJP: Hey. Don't. Don't even give him the satisfaction.

LA: There's a time and a place for this.

Aubrey, Christian, and Logan all look toward each other with a smirk before they move past Terry, one by one.

AJP: Seeya, Terry.

The Undisputed Champion turns, giving them a parting glance as they vanish down the halls.

Tony Farrari: The following match is a FATAL FOUR WAY and it is for the APW Heavyweight Championship of the world! Introducing first...

Cardinal Sniper, personal announcer to His Cuban Holiness, walks down to the ring and takes the microphone from the announcer. Standing in the middle of the ring, and with overly-grand gestures, he makes the following announcement:

I announce to you a great coolness:
We have a Wrestling Pope!
The Most Sexy and Most Inspiring Lord,
Delikado Madness Asombroso
Bawse-Cardinal of the Holy Wrestling Church, Action Packed Wrestling
Who takes to himself the name of Pope Delikado XXX!!!

The epically holy narration announced by Cardinal Sniper, “The Avengers Theme” by Alan Silvestri begins and a nuclear explosion is heard going off, accompanied by heavenly angel singing, as the curtain parts slowly and Pope Delikado XXX rides out onto the stage on his valiant, trusted white stallion, First Lieutenant Daleatucuerpoalegriamacarena. As the song keeps playing, he looks out to the ring and bows gently, smiling to the crowd and making random hand gestures on the back of his steed. The crowd gives a mix of cheers and boos, to which Pope Delikado slowly rides down the ramp, giving Pope-like waves and cupping his hands in occasional prayer to the Wrestling Gods.

Reaching the ring, Pope Delikado climbs off his horse and humbly kneels before it, saying a prayer, before he returns to his feet and addresses the crowd personally with kisses on the lips to the attractive women, pats on the head to the children, and a ‘Sup?’ head nod to everyone else. He ascends the stairs and enters the ring; once inside he stares out to the crowd, giving them his “blessing” with more random hand gestures. He proceeds to stand in place, removing his holy pope-like garments to reveal his wrestling attire underneath. Pope Delikado now waits for the match to start as he stands in the center of the ring, extends his arms at his side, and leans his head back to look up into the lights with closed eyes. Ahhhhhhhhmeeeeeeeeen!

Harvey: Here is Delikado always making his... well... intresting entrance?

Chase: Hey, Delikado maybe all fun and games in the lead up to this match but I think the goofball understands how big this opportunity is for him. If he doesn't, well it's going to be a short night for him.

Tony Fararri: Introducing next from Fargo, North Dakota; weighing 215lbs... he is the FORMER APW Undisputed Champion... C.J. GATES!!!

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

Harvey: In a odd turn of events CJ Gates has come into this match as an underdog - does that surprise you at all Chase?

Chase: No, not really. CJ Gates is often in the underdog and I don't see why this time would be any different. When you think about it - CJ Gates was actually a late addition to this match and some critics question whether or not he should be here.

Harvey: Well, I have faith in CJ Gates and I think he may just surprise a lot of people tonight.

''Put you on game'' blasts the PA system as Level-One stomps through the curtain to a chorus of boos and his trusty billion dollar briefcase in hand.

Tony Fararri: Introducing next... from Toronto Ontario residing in Liberty City USA! Tonight, he weighs in at 279 pounds! He is a FOUR time Undisputed Champion... he is the TRUEST of ALL EXPERTS... LEVEL-ONE!!!

Level-One holds up the billion dollar briefcase high in the air as he stomps down to the ring drawing the ire of the crowd. Both Delikado and CJ Gates stare at him intently as he walks around the ring and hands his briefcase to the time keeper. He opts not to enter the ring and stays outside of it fearing retaliation from CJ Gates.

Harvey: Nothing fancy out of Level-One tonight but him bringing out that briefcase is one hell of a mind trip for his opponents, I'm sure.

Chase: It's very well possible that he uses that briefcase as a added insurance he walks away with the APW world title but after spending all weekend down talking it, I'm not sure he'll use it one way or another.

Harvey: It certainly creates an interesting dynamic, Chase.

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

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

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

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

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

Tony Fararri: From Kelso, Washington; weighing 229lbs; he is the APW World Heavyweight Champion, “The American Hero”.....MICHAEL CALLAHAN!

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

Harvey: The champion has arrived and what a task he's faced with today as he finds himself defending his APW world title in a match he doesn't even need to be pinned or submitted to lose. The stakes have never been higher!

Chase: Yeah and you have to wonder just how big of a target Michael Callahan is in this match - everyone wants to be the guy to beat the champion even in a match like this just to send a message. Several years ago, Level-One lost his title in the very same match after being pinned by Pence Weatherlight at Mayhem.

Harvey: Well, let's see if Michael Callahan can avoid that same fate!

The referee coaxes Level-One into the ring finally, as he backs up to a nearby turnbuckle for protection.

FATAL FOUR APW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE

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Michael Callahan (C) Vs. Level-One Vs. Delikado Vs. CJ Gates

All four men square up with each other as the referee calls for the bell. Immediately, Level-One hits the deck and rolls under the bottom rope and Delikado quickly springs through the ropes and onto the outside apron. The Brazilian fans are enraged by the act of cowardice as Delikado and Level-One circle the outside of the ring taunting CJ Gates and Micheal Callahan who watch them intently.

Harvey: Oh come on! This is a world title match for god sakes! The fans in Brazil didn't pay to see this!

Chase: You can cry all you want Harvey but what you are seeing is great strategy being employed!

With CJ Gates back turned Micheal Callahan clips him in the back of his head with a hard fore arm strike! CJ Gates momentarily falls to a knee but is back up to receive a series of knife edge chops to the chest receiving a series of ''woos'' from the crowd! CJ Gates is pushed back up against the ropes from the velocity of the chops and the champion follows it up with an Irish whip to the ropes and Gates responds with a clothesline which Callahan promptly slips under and connects with a toe kick to the sternum and plants CJ Gates skull to the canvas with a DDT!

Harvey: The APW World Champion is looking sharp in the opening frames of this match - though I don't know how wise it was to go after CJ Gates like that.

Chase: Micheal Callahan realized this was a fatal four match and responded accordingly, even if it meant he took the bait.

Mindful of his surroundings Callahan is quick to his feet as he eyes Delikado and Level-One still circling the outside of the ring cheering on Callahan. Level-One in particular points at CJ Gates and demands the champion stays on him but Callahan instead opts to encourage Level-One enter the ring. This exchange of dialogue allows CJ Gates to get to his feet and he clips Callahan in the back with a missile drop kicking launching Michael Callahan chest first over the ropes to the outside right into Level-One!

Portuguese announcer: CJ Gates, vai dois por um!

However, the massive man rolls through and springs back to his feet with Michael Callahan still in his grasp and is launched right into the announce table in which he violently sprawls across knocking over the Portuguese announcers in the process.

Harvey: Jesus Christ! The athleticism and strength of Level-One is downright scary - especially coming off the heels of what he did to Biggs at Rasslemania.

Chase: I am just happy he wasn't thrown onto us! You're lucky Level-One likes me so much Harvey!

CJ Gates is caught admiring his assist too long which allows Delikado to slip in the ring behind him! Delikado wastes no time as he stomps on the mat several times tuning up his mariachi band - CJ Gates turns around and Delikado looks for the last call to Cuba which CJ Gates ducks with ease! Delikado can't believe it as CJ Gates wags a finger in his face drawing a huge pop from the crowd. CJ Gates drops to a knee and quickly scouts behind Delikado schooling him with a belly to back suplex!

Harvey: Delikado maybe good but CJ Gates is a veteran and he's simply outclassing a very impatient Delikado right now!

Chase: CJ Gates maybe more technical than Delikado but Delikado is far craftier, it's only a matter of time before we see the Cuban pull out his bags of tricks!

CJ Gates pulls Delikado to his feet and hooks him up for a DDT but Level-One slips into the ring and nails CJ Gates right in the back of his head with a hard elbow smash! Viciously, he follows it up with several swinging forearms to the back of CJ Gates sending him to one knee and the beat down only gets worse when Delikado kicks CJ Gates right in the head! Level-One hits the canvas and begins to volley lefts and rights into the face of CJ Gates who tries to cover up while Delikado kicks and stomps on him!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Harvey: And now we're seeing exactly what Level-One and Delikado wanted all along! These two wanted to isolate one man and gang up on them! It's sick!

Chase: These two have been working with each other from the beginning. I don't know how long it'll last but for now the divide and conquer strategy they have been employing has been working out wonderfully.

Level-One lets up on CJ Gates but Delikado continues to stomp on him - this causes Level-One to shove the much smaller Delikado out of the way. Level-One picks and plants him to the canvas with a body slam. He follows it up with a leg drop to the throat! However, Delikado promptly one ups Level-One by bouncing off the ropes and landing a flipping leg drop on CJ Gates garnishing a mix reaction from the crowd. The flashy display seems to get under Level-One's skin.

Harvey: It looks like we have a little game of whatever you can do, I can do better.

Chase: Yeah and it's taking every fiber of Level-One's being not to rock Delikado at this very moment. He seems to merely be tolerating Delikado for the time being.

CJ Gates slowly gets back his feet and Level-One is back on him nailing him with a hard knee to the sternum. Before he can follow up though Delikado squeezes himself in between Level-One and nails CJ Gates with a flying knee to the face! The blow sends CJ Gates back first to the canvas clutching his bloodied nose! At this point, Level-One has seen enough and grabs Delikado by the arm and screams in his face! The smaller man pleads with Level-One who obliges to spare him and refocuses on CJ Gates.

Harvey: Things do not look good for CJ Gates right now. He's being ganged up on and Micheal Callahan seems to be bidding his time outside the ring.

Chase: It's like they forgot about him, Harvey. It's a smart play by Callahan though - it's still early in the match and there's no need to take any unnecessary damage.

Inside the ring, Level-One sets CJ Gates up for a power bomb taunting the crowd in Brazil before he lifts him up and over his head! Level-One holds the power bomb position as Delikado springs up to the top rope! The crowd stirs in anticipating as Delikado soars through the air looking to connect with a hurricanrana but CJ Gates manages to hold on after Delikado fails to execute the rotation! Level-One cannot handle the pressure on his shoulders so he tosses CJ Gates up and over him CJ Gates and CJ Gates responds by nailing a vicious flying power bomb on Delikado on the way down!

''HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, ''HOLY SHIT!''

Harvey: Wow, what a reversal by CJ Gates! Delikado is in a whole of hurt that drop off the human tower was over ten feet!

Chase: It's like being power bombed from a ladder, Harvey! Level-One was carrying slightly over three hundred pounds on his shoulders and so that was by no means an easy feet by all involved!

Level-One clutches his shoulder in pain as he is up to his feet first but is quickly taken down when Michael Callahan hits him out of nowhere with a fore arm strike off of the ropes! Callahan rolls through and is all over Level-One as he quickly backs him with a series of knife edge chops lighting up his chest! With Level-One backed up into the turnbuckle Callahan climbs up onto the second tier of the ring ropes and begins to volley a series of hard rights to the forehead of Level-One.

um, dois, três, quatro, cinco, seis, sete, oito, nove, dez!

On the last blow Level-One shoves Callahan back first but Callahan hits the ring canvas with ease and rolls through the impact only to come charging back and hopping right back onto the second tier of the ring ropes only this time he hooks Level-One's head and jumps back planting him to the canvas with a hard jumping DDT!

Harvey: Micheal Callahan saw his chance to get back into this match and he has done so - taking it to a man who's made his life a living hell over the past couple of weeks and I'm sure revenge has never been so sweet!

Chase: Micheal Callahan sure is fired up but he needs to be careful in there - we all saw what happened to him in the earlier frame in this match when he got himself lost in the moment and it wasn't pretty.

On the other side of the ring CJ Gates is working on Delikado hitting him with two well-placed chopping kicks to the legs putting him down on his knees. CJ Gates then bounces off the rope and rocks Delikado with a Enziguri! Meanwhile, Michael Callahan helps Level-One to his feet only to Irish Whip him into the turn buckle diagonal to his into CJ Gates territory Level-One hits the turnbuckle hard and stumbles out from the impact and CJ Gates quickly runs up the turnbuckle and executes a BEAUTIFUL whisper in the wind!

''CJ Gates, CJ Gates, CJ Gates!''

Harvey: The arena is on fire right now as it looks like the good guys are scoring big - with the momentum on their side this could very well be a turning point in this match.

Chase: Whatever, CJ Gates is going to need a lot more than that to put Level-One away!

Micheal Callahan and CJ Gates make eye contact as the two exchange a nod. On the same page they zero in on Delikado. They each sync their arms around his head and lift him up for a joint suplex before planting Delikado against the canvas. They both spin their legs out and pull themselves to their feet and hit a second suplex. Once again, they hit the rotation and pull Delikado up for a third suplex but they hold it up in the air as the crowd gets to their feet.

''Tres, Tres, Tres!''

... and then they hit it as the crowd erupts with a huge applause.

Harvey: Wow, Delikado just received the three amigos by two amigos here in Brazil! These guys sure know how to play to the crowd!

CJ Gates raises his hands trying to get the crowd into it while Michael Callahan opts to go for the pin fall behind his back.

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CJ Gates breaks up the pin fall with a kick to the back of the head! Michael Callahan clutches his head and he gets back up to his feet and the two face off.

Harvey: I don't think CJ Gates appreciated Michael Callahan trying to sneak a pin fall over Delikado like that and now he's urging Micheal Callahan to fight him like a man.

Chase: Haha, it looks like their little partnership was short lived!

The two argue which gives Level-One the opportunity to get back to his feet and charge the duo with a double clothesline but both men duck under it and then clothesline Level-One over the top rope to the outside as he crashes back into the barrier hard!

Harvey: You were saying, Chase?

The two argue some more until Michael Callahan decides to be the bigger man and steps away from CJ Gates who centers in on Delikado by setting up for his double armed DDT but the Cuban drops to his knees and low blows CJ Gates! Delikado stumbles away from CJ Gates long enough to get the space for a LAST CALL TO CUBA... which takes out Micheal Callahan instead!

Harvey: CJ Gates has avoided a second Last Call to Cuba super kick but it looks like Michael Callahan was caught in the cross fire!

Chase: Delikado is digging in deep here - he's still feeling the damage he's been dealt in this affair!

CJ Gates runs forward for a clothesline but Delikado ducks underneath it... LAST CALL TO CUBA! CJ Gates head is nearly taken off his shoulders as the crowd can't believe what they're seeing! Delikado is hopping around wildly when Level-One slips in the ring behind him... he turns around and he's hoisted up onto Level-One's shoulders as the crowds excitement turns into a crowd of loud boos!

Harvey: It looks like the alliance is officially over here, Chase!

Chase: We knew it was going to come to this eventually and it looks like Level-One is going to beat Delikado to the punch here!

Level-One goes for the darkness shine but the smaller Delikado spins out and lands on his feet and takes a few steps back before jolting forward... LAST CALL TO CUBA! Level-One hits the deck with his eyes stuck in the back of his head as the crowd roars with approval! Delikado can hardly believe it himself as he quickly sprawls on top of the nearest body to him.

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Level-One powers out!

Harvey: Delikado is in pure desperation mode right here as Level-One kicks out of the last call to cuba! He's scrambling...

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CJ Gates kicks out to the applause of the crowd!

Chase: He can't do it, he can't close the deal! Now he's sprawling for Callahan...

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THR--- NO!

''APW, APW, APW!''

Harvey: And the champion kicks out and the crowd is going absolutely nuts as Delikado fails to put all three competitors away with the last call to cuba!

Chase: This has to rank up as one of the most intense moments in the APW ring, ever! Delikado can't believe it!

Delikado rolls onto his stomach and begins to slap the mat widely, as he calls out to the wrestling gods to give him a sign. He can't believe the match wasn't over. He gets to his feet and looks around at the stirring bodies around him and begins to work on Micheal Callahan with a series of stomps and kicks.

Harvey: The arena here in Brazil is still going wild but it looks like Delikado is slowing down his pace here.

Level-One and CJ Gates are stirring as the two go blow for blow while still on their knees! They both work their way up to a vertical base still exchanging lefts and rights until Level-One tucks CJ Gates with a hard knee to the sternum and then a Muy Thai knee to the face! The crushing blow opens up CJ Gates even worse as blood now leaks from his nose like a broken facet! He then focuses his attention to Delikado by turning him around and lifting him off his feet with a crushing spine buster! He mocks the crowd in brazil by making the ''L1'' signal with his hands.

Harvey: Delikado is a world of trouble! It's very telling that he chose to go after Delikado that maintaining his attack on CJ Gates though.

Chase: That goes to show you just how much Delikado pissed him off by trying to take his head off with the Last Call to Cuba.

Level-One pulls Delikado forcefully back up to his feet for the Darkness Shine! Delikado squirms helplessly in his grasps screaming for help! Surprisingly, Callahan charges forward but Level-One is able to counter by scooping Micheal Callahan up onto his shoulders as well! The crowd stirs in anticipation for what's next as CJ Gates runs forward only to eat a hard boot right to the chest and then... DOUBLE DARKNESS SHINE! Delikado and Micheal Callahan hit the canvas hard and are sprawled out from the impact as Level-One drapes his arms over both competitors.

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BOTH MEN KICK OUT!

''ESTE É IMPRESSIONANTE, ESTE É IMPRESSIONANTE, ESTE É IMPRESSIONANTE''

Harvey: Wow, that was indeed awesome! Level-One just hit the darkness shine on Micheal Callahan and Delikado but both managed to kick out, I was almost certain this match was over!

Chase: Although he wasn't able to seal the deal it just goes to show you how innovative that man right there is. He's been at the top of his game for so long and he never fails to impress - amazing!

Level-One can't believe it as he grabs the referee’s jersey and insists it was a three count - the referee maintains his call and Level-One isn't happy. He turns around only to find CJ Gates back up to his feet. CJ Gates fires off a series of right hands which Level-One eats up and even hits himself across the face daring CJ Gates to throw even more! However, CJ Gates instead opts to bounce off the rope and charge Level-One with a body splash but Level-One powers through it with a shoulder block which violently slaps CJ Gates out of the air and down onto the canvas below.

Harvey: CJ Gates is in a world full of hurt right now - the momentum is clearly on Level-One's side and Delikado and Michael Callahan are still on the ground feeling the effects of Level-One's double darkness shine.

Chase: Yes! Level-One is going to be CJ Gates in the hospital just like he did to his best buddy Biggs!

CJ Gates is back to his feet as quick as he can and tries yet another body splash but this time Level-One catches it and tosses CJ Gates onto his shoulder for the darkness shine! Level-One goes for the maneuver but CJ Gates is able to spin out and land out on his feet. CJ Gates throws a desperation kick to Level-One's groin and follows it up with... A MARKET CRASH! CJ GATES NAILS L1 WITH THE MARKET CRASH! THE CROWD GOES WILD!

Chase: He hit him with a low blow! He should be disqualified for that - I thought he said he fights a clean fight!?

Harvey: It was certainly a uncharacteristic move by CJ Gates - perhaps even a misjudgment on his behalf but it speaks more to his desperation to win the APW world title than him as a person!

CJ Gates makes the pin!

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Micheal Callahan has climbed on top of CJ Gates and has sunk in the Victory Lock rear naked joke! Michael Callahan rolls onto his own back as he begins to choke the life out of CJ Gates looking for a submission!

Harvey: CJ Gates had a near pin fall but now he finds himself in Michael Callahan's signature victory lock and he has it in tight!

Chase: Hey, look at Delikado!

Delikado is on top of Level-One's back and wraps his leg and arm around Level-One's head locking him in his signature ''Choke a Bitch'' Koji Clutch maneuver! The crowd goes wild as both CJ Gates and Level-One struggle in their respective submissions as Delikado and Michael Callahan crank on their holds trying to get the submission victory before the other!

Harvey: Both Michael Callahan and Delikado have CJ Gates and Level-One locked in deep submission maneuvers and is trying to force the tap out before the other!

Chase: One of these guys needs to break their holds on the safe side but their egos won't allow them to. They think they can get their guy to tap! This is crazy!

Delikado cranks the hold as Level-One inches his way towards CJ Gates and Callahan! CJ Gates tries to break out of the hold but as a result he finds himself belly down in a rear naked choke as the tension on his neck is at an all-time high! The referee drops down as it looks like CJ Gates is about to tap...

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He can't handle it anymore and looks to tap out but Level-One reaches out and grabs his hand! The crowd screeches in anticipation as the two squeeze each other’s hands refusing to let go until both Michael Callahan and Delikado realizes they aren't going to submit either man and let go of their respective maneuvers.

''APW, APW, APW!''

Harvey: Wow, that was intense! It looks like CJ Gates was thinking of tapping out there but Level-One stopped him.

Chase: They actually helped each other which shows you how much trouble they both were in - make no mistake about it; neither man is happy it had to come down to that.

Michael Callahan sets his sights on Delikado whom puts up his hands pleading with the APW world champion. He points at the downed Level-One and tells Michael Callahan that they need to get him out of here and reluctantly, the champion agrees. Delikado and Michael Callahan grab Level-One by each arm and toss him hard into the turnbuckle! Delikado and Michael Callahan proceed to lift the big man onto the top turn buckle - it's a sloppy attempt but they manage to perch him up on top. Michael Callahan follows Level-One up to the top of the turnbuckle and wraps his arms around Level-One as he postures for the American Suplex!

Harvey: Its clear Delikado and Michael Callahan feeling like their the odd men out here because that's just about the only way I can explain what's happening right now.

Chase: Whatever the reason for this is the champion has Level-One in a world of trouble!

Michael Callahan looks to hit his signature suplex but he eats a series of hard head butts to the face as Level-One fights the hold like a rabid dog. He escapes danger by shoving Callahan away from him and off the top rope as he crashes down onto Delikado below! The cold blooded Canadian smiles when he looks down and see's the two man pile up as he thinks about collecting some air miles!

Harvey: He isn't going to...

Chase: Yes he is!

However, Level-One is the last person to see CJ Gates coming at him with a head full of steam - he uses the downed bodies of Delikado and Michael Callahan to spring up off of as he soars through the air and sends Level-One flying with a huge huricanrana! The maneuver sends Level-One soaring through the air and then crashing through the Portuguese announce table without it even being stripped! Gates hits the ring apron hard but at least he's moving... Level-One on the other hand isn't as the crowd goes insane.

''HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!''

Harvey: Oh my god! CJ Gates just connected with a sick huricanrana! It isn't typically a finishing maneuver but when you connect with it like that it's good night Irene!

Chase: Who the hell is Irene!? And why are we talking about her!? Did you just see that!? Level-One is in a world of hurt - he needs help immediately! MEDICS!? WHERE ARE THE MEDICS!?

CJ Gates is squirming on the ring apron paying a grave price for his daredevil maneuver - meanwhile inside the ring Delikado and Michael Callahan are at it once again. Delikado advances forward looking for a running knee splash but Callahan lifts his head in time and counters with Landslide election... NO! Delikado manages to shove Michael Callahan away from him sending him butt first into the canvas. The champion quickly stumbles to his feet as Delikado goes for the Last Call of Cuba... but misses! He turns around Landslide election... not quite as Delikado pushes him chest first into the ropes! Callahan plays possum on the rebound as he stumbles into Delikado backwards and then... LANDSLIDE ELECTION! CALLAHAN HITS DELIKADO WITH THE LAND SLIDE ELECTION RKO!

He hooks the leg...

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NOPE! CJ Gates is in the ring and dives to break up the pin fall as the crowd gives him a huge applause!

Harvey: After a crazy chain of reversals Michael Callahan suckers Delikado right into a landslide election but the pin fall is broken up by CJ Gates who is all over Callahan right now.

Chase: WHERE THE HELL ARE THE MEDICS!?

CJ Gates pulls Michael Callahan to his feet but Michael Callahan throws his arms off of him and immediately looks for another Landslide election - however, CJ Gates is able to counter and throw Michael Callahan into the ropes and on the rebound... MARKET CRASH! CJ Gates delivers the crushing stunner to Michael Callahan which sends him half way across the ring - the crowd is on their feet cheering CJ Gates on as he points at the to rope!

Harvey: CJ Gates is going up high, Chase! CJ Gates is looking for his signature move the dropping DOW to finish it all off!

...

Harvey: Hey, where the hell are you going!?

Johnny Chase gets up and walks away from the announce table. He's still wearing his head set as he reaches the Portuguese broken announce tables and desperately tries to get the big man to his feet while the crowd boos this action making Johnny Chase scream out in frustration.

Chase: I am helping Level-One save the APW!

Inside the ring CJ Gates has made the long climb to the top of the turnbuckle he signals for the championship belt as he soars off and hits a moon salt leg drop on Delikado! Outside the ring, Johnny Chase rolls Level-One under the bottom rope as he crawls over to Michael Callahan...

Meanwhile, CJ Gates hooks Delikado's leg!

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DING DING DING!

The arena is stunned as CJ Gates immediately raises to his feet and holds up his hands in victory however there seems to be some debate amongst the bell keeper and referee.

Harvey: What the hell is going on here? Ladies and gentlemen there appears to be some confusion as to who scored the pinfall..

Tony Ferrari: Ladies and gentlemen your WINNER by pin fall and the NEW APW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION IS...

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LEVEL-ONE![/center]

Harvey: WHAT!?

''Almost famous'' by Eminem blasts the PA system as CJ Gates hears the news and drops to his knees heart broken. Level-One struggles to his feet with by the aid of the referee as the crowd boos from the top of their lungs.

''BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT!''

Harvey: Well ladies and gentlemen in appears that Level-One was able to get an arm over Michael Callahan before CJ Gates could pin Delikado and so Level-One is awarded the aPW world championship!

Chase returns to ringside.

Chase: YES WE DID!!!

Harvey: Chase, you had no business doing what you did out there. You have a lot of explaining to do - I am sick to my stomach!

Chase: Level-One deserves to be champion Harvey and now he is! Thursday Night Overdrive NEEDS this! APW needs this! The Sindicate needs this! I did what I needed to do so save our jobs!

Harvey: I'm speechless.

The referee goes to wrap the belt around Level-One's waist but he shoves him away and rips the belt away from the referee. Instead of wearing it proudly, he lets it dangle by it's strap and opts to hold his billion dollar briefcase in the air instead of the APW world championship.

Harvey: He doesn't even seem like he's excited to have won the biggest prize in professional wrestling, Chase.

Chase: His title rein as APW world champion is only just beginning but make no mistake about it that man is the most powerful figure in the APW without a doubt. He holds ALL the power! Haha, I love it!

[President Jeff]

The show goes back to satellite feed where Michael Jennings is standing by with Hannah Storm a few blocks from the marina where Ellis Graham’s yacht is docked. Jennings smirks as the crowd cheers loudly. He looks slightly psychotic as he begins to address the audience with Storm holding the microphone as he does so.

Jennings: As you all can see I had a little bit of a makeover. I fixed my hair, cleaned myself up, and am not living in Los Angeles, California.

He motions toward the location of Graham’s yacht where there’s smoke coming from. Soon after he does this some fire trucks go speeding past.

Jennings: But nothing else has changed…

I’m still the same psychotic son of a bitch I always ever since I got here. No matter what I do I am still the most out of control bastard in this company and you all KNOW IT!

This actually draws cheers from the fans. Jennings continues his ranting as Storm looks on holding the microphone.

Jennings: Tonight I should be wrestling on Mayhem but instead I’m on Super Meltdown which is a travesty. The bottom line is that the number five ranked talent on APW’s Most Wanted rankings not being on the pay-per-view is a travesty, like it or not. Instead of being here at some Texas shit hole I should be there kicking somebody’s ass just like I did to Ellis Graham on his piece of shit yacht earlier.

More cheers for Jennings as he continues his monologue.

Jennings: However tomorrow night I’m facing Ellis Graham one more time and I plan on destroying him beyond all recognition. The fact is that I’m better than you Ellis and you KNOW IT! I am a technical wrestler of the highest level whereas you’re just a cheap skate you takes the easy way out of everything which is why you fail and why you will continue to fail in this business, bottom line. That ain’t no lie. And once I’m done with you and leave you laying in a pool of blood I’m likely going to either Asylum or Overdrive in the draft. The fact is that there’s a lot of talent on Meltdown but I’m at the top of the heap. Week in and week out I go out there and show that I’m the hardest working wrestler in all of APW. I don’t just sit around and expect to get attention. I go out there and I do things. I’m a man of my word, too. When I say something I mean it and make it happen. And I’m saying right now and you can quote me that Ellis Graham is going to be sent to the hospital by the time I’m done with him on Meltdown. And that’s what’s real…

He smiles deviously before walking off screen as the scene fades out.


Ferrari: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for control of APW Asylum!

Nailz: This one’s for all the marbles, folks! Stefan Raab challenges Asylum General Manager Reginald Schmidt for the right to be the man in charge of Sunday Night Asylum!

Beckett: This match came about when Raab kidnapped Reginald’s assistant, Bambi, and he goaded the General Manager into this match! I personally thing Reggie’s an idiot for taking this match on.



“Wretches And Kings,” by Linkin Park, plays over the sound system as Stefan comes out through the curtain. He is greeted by loud boos from the crowd, wearing his gold and black wrestling tights with his nickname The Killerplauze on the front of them with TV Total logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands.

Ferrari: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 260 pounds, from Cologne, Germany, “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab!

Nailz: Raab’s been on a several month quest to turn Asylum into Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania. If he can defeat Reginald Schmidt tonight, that dream will become a reality.

Beckett: It’s going to happen! I have no faith in Reginald Schmidt’s administrative abilities, and even less so in his wrestling abilities!

Raab ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and does a holdup on each turnbuckle and everyone boos him as he does a few boxing punches to the cameras before he looks at his opponent with anger in his eyes waiting for the match to start.



“Never Gonna Give You Up/Smells Like Teen Spirit” hits the speakers, and the fans give Reginald Schmidt a hero’s welcome as he emerges from the back. He’s clad in black shorts and a black A-Frame Tank Top, which shows the paunch around his belly.

Ferrari: And his opponent, weighing in at 205 pounds, from Stamford, Connecticut, he is the General Manager of Asylum, Reginald Schmidt!

Reginald raises his arms triumphantly, and then motions towards the entrance area, prompting Bambi to enter to a thunderous ovation! She glares at Stefan Raab, while Raab just makes cat-calls towards her.

Nailz: This is the first we’ve seen of Bambi since she was kidnapped by Raab six weeks ago!

Beckett: Even though she’s quite the looker, I don’t think she’s going to be able to help Reginald at all in this match!

Reginald and Bambi make their way down the ramp to the ring, with the fans cheering them the whole way. It’s obvious that Reginald is slightly overwhelmed by the reaction, but he’s trying his best to stay focused on the fight on hand. He holds the ropes open for Bambi, who makes a bee-line for Raab, slapping him right in the face before Reginald can get in the ring to pull her back!

Nailz: What a slap! And you can’t say that Raab didn’t deserve it!

A perverse smile crosses the face of Raab as he rubs his cheek, while Reginald gets Bambi to exit the ring.

Beckett: It’s on like Donkey Kong, man! That slap from Bambi isn’t going to help Reginald’s chances at all!

With both men in the ring, the ref quickly checks them both for foreign objects, while the crowd chants “REGGIE! REGGIE! REGGIE!” After he finishes the check, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Battle for Control of Asylum
Reginald Schmidt vs. “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab

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Right as the bell rings, Reginald rushes in towards Raab, but the mad German is ready for him, taking a wild swing with his fist and connecting right on the chin of Reginald! The Asylum GM falls like a ton of bricks, and the ref checks him, immediately calling for the bell! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Stefan Raab[/center]

Ferrari: Here is your winner, by knock out, Stefan Raab!

The fans are booing loudly as Bambi slides into the ring to check on Reginald. He’s out like a light, and not responding at all!

Nailz: That’s it? That’s really it?

Beckett: Well what did you expect? Reginald Schmidt has never even been in a fight his entire life! He’s soft, he’s a desk jockey! Stefan Raab knew that he could easily defeat Reginald, and that’s just what he did here tonight!

“Wretches and Kings” blares over the speakers as the ref raises Raab’s arm in victory, the fans booing at the top of their lungs. Some of the fans have even resorted to throwing trash into the ring.

Nailz: This is horrible. This is garbage! The era of Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania has begun here tonight at APW Mayhem.

Beckett: I said it on Asylum, and I’ll say it again, I, for one, welcome our new mad German Overlord! There’s no chance in heck that he could be even half as bad as Reginald was! Even you have to admit it now, Russ, that Reginald has always been, and always will be, a disgrace to APW!

Nailz: Folks, dark days are ahead for the Asylum.

Raab is acting like he won the World Heavyweight Championship, strutting around the ring. His good friend, Elton, runs down the ramp to join him, while medical personnel attend to Reginald, who’s still knocked out.

We go to a video package of the main event

[President Jeff]

Nailz: Here it is Becket, the time we’ve all been waiting for!

Becket: The Undisputed Champion facing down his two biggest challengers in a match that’s been brewing for QUITE a while.

Tony Ferrari: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is the 2013 Mayhem MAIN EVENT! It is a One fall match for the APW Undisputed Championship!

The lights begin to dim in the arena as spotlights begin to fly around all up and down the joint.

The spotlights all join together at the top of the entrance way as “Heavyweight Champion of the World” begins to play. Out from the back stomps Phil Atken, adorned in a sparkly black and gold robe. He gets a reasonable reaction from the crowd. From behind Phil emerge his Head of Security, the one named mute Hank and his agent, manager and perhaps sole friend, Mr. Dirk Dickwood.

Tony Ferrari: Introducing first from Glasgow Scotland and weighing in at 192 pounds he is the Unfortunate one…PHIL ATKEN!

Phil hops into the ring as Dirk and the tall, bald and rather mean looking Hank take their place in Phil's corner. Phil carefully passes his shimmering robe into the hands of Dirk.

Nailz: Phil Atken enacted his rematch clause 6 weeks ago and for the last 2 episodes of Asylum he‘s been making the Champs life a living hell causing him to be hit by TWO chairs!

Becket: SLANDER! Those were clearly the fault of Keaton Saint. Atken has simply been trying to bring Terry back to his roots instead of this ridiculous hero’s quest he’s on.

The melody of "Cold War" by Janelle Monae signals the arrival of Keaton Saint, who makes his presence known as the song begins to pick up tempo. Saint makes his way to the ring high-fiving some of the fans in the attendance before entering the ring and preparing himself for the match ahead.

Tony Ferrari: And his first opponent from London England and weighing in at 248 pounds, he is the Patron Saint of Wrestling…. KEATON SAINT!

Nailz: Here is the latest chapter in the Terry/Keaton Saint saga from hell…And Keaton with his first chance at the Undisputed Title as well.

Becket: And he’s been pulling out all the stops this past few weeks by turning the switch on a side of him that many have never seen. This is not your daddy‘s Keaton Saint.

IT’S SHOWTIME

The Lights in the arena Dim as the fans get to their feet with a loud boo while Nas’ “Hate Me Now” begins to blare through the loudspeakers as fireworks hit on the stage area just as Terry comes walking through the curtain with his title raised high in the air. He holds his hands out and does a few spins while the crowd showers down boos and jeers at him loudly.

Tony Ferrari: Coming down to the ring now weighing in at 245 pounds and hailing from Las Vegas Nevada, the APW Undisputed Champion and 2013 Survive and Conquer Winner..... The Real Show TERRY MARVIN!!!!

He then walks down the ramp way jawing at all the fans in the first row before he slides into the ring, hopping onto his knees and holds his arms out to more boos from the fans. He rushes over to one turnbuckle and holds the APW Undisputed title high up in the air. He does the same thing to the other three corners before heading back to the middle of the ring. After taking in that reaction for a few moments, Terry dismounts the turnbuckle and hands his belt off, the referee handing it to the nearest timekeeper.

Nailz: Well, he‘s beaten amazing competition, faced down immeasurable odds. But tonight, there is no champions advantage. He can lose this match without being pinned or even involved in the decision.

Becket: And this isn’t The same Terry Marvin from weeks past. This one is new… this one is less edgy and doesn‘t seem to do what it takes, EVERYTHING that it takes. Frankly I don’t like his chances.

[bUNDISPUTED TITLE

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Terry Marvin © vs. Keaton Saint vs. Phil Atken

DING DING DING!

Terry and Keaton glare at each other across the ring. Then they both look at Phil Atken who stares back and forth between them. The three men all circle around each other. At a point Phil Atken rolls down to the mat and exits the ring to boos from the fans. He stands on the outside just taking a break while on the Inside Terry and Keaton barely notice as they’re focused solely on each other. The shout a few things back and forth at each other before locking up in the middle of the ring. Terry hit’s a hammerlock only to be countered by Keaton with one of his own and pulls him down into a headlock Terry shoves him off and into the ropes. Keaton Ducks a Spinning Wheel Kick and comes off again with a Diving Lariat that Terry barely avoids. They both get back to their feet and we see a hard right hand by Keaton connect with Terry’s jaw. Terry answers with a hard left, then two body shots. He grabs Keaton for a Side Effect but gets elbowed in the head constantly until he releases the hold. Keaton then grabs him For a German Suplex but Terry blocks and rolls out if it. The two GLARE at each other!

Nailz: I would expect nothing less by these two having fought so many times.

Becket: Let them wear each other out while Atken relaxes and prepares to take this down.

Nailz: SPEAK OF THE DEVIL!.

As Terry and Keaton lock up, Phil Atken slides in and runs at them with a Steel Chair. Terry and Keaton let go and back off just as Phil swings the chair down and crashes with Canvas. Terry and Keaton share a quick glance and kick Phil in the gut, grab him and drop him with a double DDT on the chair. The crowd pops loudly as Terry and Keaton then lift him to his feet, grab him by the head, and run dumping him over the top rope and crashing down on the ground outside as the fans scream and cheer loudly. Dickwood comes over to check on his fallen friend.

Nailz: And that is how you take out the trash!

Becket: No, that is clearly how you team up on a man that worries you so much with his outstanding abilities and try to hold him down.

Terry kicks Keaton in the Gut and hit’s a few hard chops into the chest backing him in the turnbuckle. He whips him into the other corner and runs after him, but Keaton counters with a high kick to the face sending Terry Stumbling back. Keaton grabs him from behind and hit’s a German Suplex. He stomps away on the downed Marvin and hit’s a few Elbow Drops. He pulls him back up and hit’s a gut wrench Powerbomb and then drops for a cover.

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Keaton pulls him back up and drops him with a inverted DDT. He hooks him in a chin lock wrenching on his neck and back pulling him hard. Marvin screams and twists trying to get out of it but Keaton places the knee in the middle of the back and pulls back harder. Marvin begins to fight it off and get up to his feet but Keaton turns it into a sleeper. Marvin starts to battle out of it as well but Keaton drops with a modified neck breaker and covers!

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Nailz: The Champion is on the Ropes!

Becket: Still too early to talk like that. Terry’s the champion for a reason.


The crowd cheers as Keaton pulls Terry to his feet and kicks him in the gut. He hooks him for a Fisherman’s suplex, but Terry falls to the ground and manages to use his momentum to rolls Keaton up.

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Keaton is quick to his feet looking for a Clothesline but Terry ducks and And grabs him with a Back Suplex! Both are slow to get up but Terry throws some knees into Keaton Saint and takes him over with a snap mare takedown and hit’s a dropkick hard to the back sending Keaton barreling over in pain. Marvin is up to his feet and rests in the corner for a second catching his breath. He then walks over as Keaton rises and hit’s a step up Enziguri and makes a cover.

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Marvin pulls him up quick and hooks him with a SIDE EFFECT! He hooks the leg for the cover.

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Nailz: WHOA! Phil from out of no where and it looks like he may have just.

Becket: I told you NAILZ! You‘ve gotta watch him man, he‘ll come from out of no where and bite you in the ass…

Phil waits while Terry gets to his feet and hit’s a running knee clip. He then shoves him in the corner and throws some hard elbows into him before stomping him hard down into the turnbuckle. He turns around to see Keaton getting up and hits him with a shin buster. As Keaton hobbles, Phil hit’s a sliding dropkick to the back of his leg taking him down hard. He stomps away at his legs before he pulls him up for a hard suplex in the middle of the ring. He makes the cover.

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Becket: Atken is FRESH and taking full advantage of it.

He quickly runs over to marvin and hits him with an Axe Handle to the back of the neck as he gets up. He whips him into the ropes and hits him with a spine buster. He grabs marvin’s leg and pulls him to the turnbuckle. He goes to the outside… grabs both Marvin’s legs and pulls him hard into the ring post. The crowd boos loudly as he continuously slams Terry’s left leg HARD into the ring post over and over again. He rolls into the ring and pulls Terry to the center. And locks in the Figure four. HE arches back and Terry screams in pain!

Becket: UH OH! This could spell trouble for our champion!

Terry tries to get to the ropes, but cannot quite reach it! He lays back on the mat, but pushes his shoulders up after a quick two count from the ref. He tries to turn Phil over, but Atken is just too fresh…until he gets a huge elbow to the head.

Nailz: KEATON SAINT just broke up the hold and may have saved this match, for now. .

Keaton waits for Phil to get up and kicks him hard in the gut. He nails him with the Paragon DDT and stretches back on the necklock. Atken is in a massive amount of pain right now and tries to get to the ropes but Keaton has it locked in. Finally Phil gets to the ropes and lets go of the hold. He pulls Phil back to his feet and hit’s a Powerslam and makes a cover.

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Keaton stands up and stalks Phil, waiting for him to get to his feet, but Phil rolls to the outside instead taking another break to boos from the fans. He just laughs at all them and shakes his head. Keaton screams at him from inside the ring, but he’s grabbed by Marvin with the YOU’RE CANCELLED! Keaton’s head and neck snaps down hard and Terry makes a cover.

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Nailz: OH COME ON!

Becket: Alls fair in this match Nailz!

Atken swings a right hand at Terry who blocks it and nails Atken with his own. And again, and Again! Marvin grabs him for a Side Effect on the floor, but Atken hit’s a thumb to the eye! He then drops to his knees and gives Marvin a low blow! The crowd boos loudly again but the boos turn to cheers as Keaton is there and shoves Atken into the Baracade and unleashes with CHOPS into the chest, over and over.

WOOOOO

He pulls him back and slams his head on the Apron before taking him down with a Dropkick to the head. Keaton then goes to pull up Marvin, but Terry adjusts and pulls Keaton head first into the steel pole. The crowd boos again, unable to make up their mind as Terry pulls Keaton up and takes him down with a hard Side Effect on the floor!

Nailz: OHHHHH! That’s gonna Leave a mark!

Becket: Marvin has both Keaton and Phil where he wants him. And in a triple threat kind of match, he can take full advantage. Show us the Terry we all know and love.

Terry looks long and hard at the steel steps, then at the steel chair sitting a few feet away from him. But Atken is right there and tries to slam Terry’s head in the steel steps, but Terry blocks it and hit’s a low blow of his own on phil with a mule kick like maneuver. He then grabs him and looks for a Whiplash on the outside!!!

Nailz: GOODBYE PHIL!

But before he can complete it, he’s caught from behind by Keaton Saint and forced to let go of Phil. Keaton then hooks him better and lifts him up over his head for…..

A GERMAN SUPLEX To TERRY ON THE STEEL STEPS!!!!

Becket: OH MY GOD!.

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

Marvin just collides with the stairs and bounces off landing in a heap nearby. The crowd looks on silently as even Phil Atken stands there shocked and wide eyed.

The ref is there to check on Terrry and calls for Paramedics.

Keaton just now gets up and sees his destruction!

Nailz: Marvin‘s head and neck bounced off those steps, and he is NOT looking good! !

Becket: This is most certainly the end of the road for our champion.

Phil Atken takes advantage by grabbing Keaton and whipping him hard into the Steel Steps he just used as the aultimate weapon. Keaton hits legs first and flips over them landing hard near where Terry is. Phil continues over there and grabs Keaton whipping him hard into the ring apron and then whips him hard into Main Announcers Table!

Becket: UH OH! Look Out!

Nails and Becket stand up and have to take their headsets off as Phil grabs Keatons head with both hands and slams it into the Table over and over and over again. He then rolls Keaton onto the table as the crowd explodes with mixtures of cheers and boos. The fans are electric right now. Atken stands on the table and pulls Keaton up. He lifts him for a suplex from that table onto the other but Keaton kicks and reverses it. He hooks Phils leg and lifts him up….

STALLING FISHERMANS SUPLEX THROUGH THE TABLE!

“THAT WAS AWESOME

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP

THAT WAS AWESOME”

With the tables collapsed and Both Keaton and Phil out, more medical personell comes down to check on everyone as the crowd cheers at all the carnage.

Nailz: It looks like the Spanish announce team had to take a hike!

Becket: Who is this Keaton Saint and where did he come from? He levied out a whole new level of distruction out there tonight, and there are bodies near broken in half and only one of our competitors is moving, albeit barely!

Keaton does in fact stir and uses the ring apron to crawl himself to his feet. He looks over and sees Terry trying to fight off the EMTS tending to him. Then he looks at Phil laying in the rubble of the table. He slowly walks over and pulls Phil to his feet. He scoops him up and carries him to the ring and rolls him in. Keaton hit’s a knee in exhaustion before rolling himself in. he slides to the opposite side of Phil and makes the cover as Marvin stirs to his feet.

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Marvin reached into the ring at the very last second and took a swing at Keaton to break the Pin. Keaton sits up with rage in his eyes as he slams the canvas!

Nailz: Keaton Saint was less than a Millimeter away from winning the UNDISPUTED Championship.

Becket: Not close enough Nailz!!

Pissed off Keaton comes over and begins throwing punches at Marvin on the outside on the apron. He then steps out on the apron with him and slams his head off the turnbuckle. He looks to kick toss him off the apron to the outside, but Marvin hooks him with….

A SIDE EFFECT ON THE FLOOR FROM THE APRON!!

Becket: WHOA! That could have been bad!

Marvin holds onto his hip and back, hurting himself there and looks at the ONLY standing announce table. He pulls Keaton up and rolls him onto the table.

Nailz: OH NO! NOT AGAIN!

The announcers stand up as Marvin runs full speed to the apron, climbs, and climbs the top turnbuckle!

Nailz: OH NO! WHAT IS HE DOING?!!

He leaps with a CORKSCREW MOONSAULT THROUGH KEATON THROUGH THE TABLE!

Becket: AHHHHH!!

“APW

APW

APW”

Both Terry and Keaton are out cold in the rubble on the outside while the Crowd is going absolutely ape shit, blowing the roof off the place. Phil Atken gets to his feet, shakes off the cobwebs and smiles as he looks out at the carnage. He quickly slides to the outside to boos from the crowd and goes over to the rubble. He grabs Keaton and dead lifts him onto the apron and rolls him into the ring. He does the same thing to Marvin. He slides in and pulls Marvin to the center and covers.

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He slaps his hands on the mat and then crawls to Keaton and covers.

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Nailz: How sad, the little sneak can’t steal a match.

Becket: DO NOT MOCK HIM!

Phil goes over to lock Keaton in the Figure Four, but Keaton kicks him off and turns to crawl to his feet. So Phil goes and grabs Terry’s leg instead. But Terry pulls him in and kicks him hard off with both feet sending him into the ropes, he comes rebounding back and is caught by KEATON SAINT with the PARAGON BACK BREAKER! The crowd goes wild.

Nailz: WHOA! This one is over!

Becket: NOT SO FAST!

Keaton gets back up and is about to go for the cover when he gets a SUPERKICK to the face sending him into the ropes and rolling down to the floor hard. The crowd’s reaction is mixed now! Terry smiles and looks at Phil. He pulls him into the middle of the ring and turns him over. He goes for the Show’s Over!

Nailz: THE CHAMPION has Atken where he wants him and KEATON where he wants HIM

Becket: Wait a minute! Look at this!

Loud boos ring out as from the backstage area walks Aubrey J. Parker, Logan Alexander, and Christian Kane! They slowly walk to the ring.

Nailz: Clearly this is about what happened backstage earlier!

Becket: AJP said she was going to stop Terry at any cost.

Terry lets go of the hold and gets up. AJP, LA, and CK all hop on the apron and smile as they just stare at Terry Marvin. Terry glares at them and The shouting match begins. Terry gets in their faces and it seems like all HELL is going to break loose!

Nailz: Phil and Keaton are getting back up! These three may have cost Terry the title!

Christian Kane Grabs Terry’s arm and yanks him over…..

JUST as Phil Atken ran for a knee clip!

Becket: Wait did Christian Kane just save Terry Marvin?

Terry just looks at them confused before Christian knocks him down with a HARD right hand! They turn their backs and look down at a Confused Keaton Saint who is blocked from getting in the ring by the three!

Nailz: Are they just out here to cause Chaos.

Becket: They clearly hate everybody.

Phil scratches his head before turning to a rising Marvin who grabs a confused Phil Atken and DRILLS him with a WHIPLASH!

Nailz: WHIPLASH! And he makes the cover!

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Ferrari:Winner of this match and STILLLLLLL APW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION…. TERRY MARVIN!!!![/center]

Becket: HE DID IT! Terry Marvin won this match all by himself!

Nailz: Well, there was some fishiness going on at the end.

Terry holds his hand out for Keaton to shake telling him he did it the right way. Keaton shakes his head and turns his back on Marvin!

Becket: What an ungrateful little….

Nailz: UH-OH… Terry is in trouble now as M&M and Christian Kane look poised to strike!

Keaton rolls out of the ring frustrated as Terry turns to see AJP, Logan, and Christian all come into the ring and surround Marvin.

Becket: Congrats Marvin, now MEET you‘re makers!

Nailz: This Doesn’t look good.

Terry struggles to his feet and looks at the three people standing there. Suddenly the tension lifts and all four smile as AJP hugs Marvin!

Nailz: WHAT? What is this?

CK and Logan Alexander raise his arms in victory as AJP grabs his title and puts it over his shoulder. AJP also gets him a mic. Keaton Saint GLARES from the outside.

Terry Marvin: I told you KEATON! I told you I was going to earn your respect one way or another. You REFUSED to see the change Keaton. You REFUSED to see the new Terry Marvin. Now you’ll all see! Even as your champion, you people failed to respect me, even when I did everything right. You failed to respect everyone in this ring, and the APW has failed to make them all feel important, has tried to hold them down. That ends tonight.

The crowd boos loudly as “YOU SUCK” chants ring out.

Terry Marvin: Ladies and Gentlemen… The NEW Sindicate is here! And you‘re all on Notice!

Becket: WOW! Terry Marvin, Christian Kane, and M&M are all allied now? This is awesome!

Nailz: Well folks, that‘s all we have today we‘ll see you in two weeks!.

The APW Logo flashes on the screen as the New Sindicate celebrate

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