Meltdown! Super Show - Santiago, Chile - 5.20.13

[Evan De Parker]

Dark Match
Legion vs "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews

After a hard-fought battle between the unknown and the newcomer, Legion and Matthews wowed the crowd before the cameras hit the air. Legion, at first, had "The Evangelist" grounded with a flurry of quick-paced offense, but Matthews surprised Legion with a Running Powerslam-- a move he calls "Holy Vendetta" and flattened him for the 1... 2... 3, for a successful debut.

Winner: "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews




Before our typical opening package hits the airwaves, we cut to the parking lot area, where our scene fades to a unique, comic-book-esque style.

Panel 1: We are outside of the arena. Danny Green and his friend and sidekick are walking around the perimeter.

(Peter)> So are you nervous at all?

(Danny)> No, really I am not the least bit nervous.

(Peter)> Dude you're about to go into a wrestling ring with two wrestlers, and y'know it's like their job to beat the crap out of you. It's the sole purpose for their existence. And funnily enough, the one we suspect of being a supervillian made a public statement about destroying your existence. and you're going to stand there and say that you're not nervous.

(Danny)> We have been practicing crime fighting for six months dude.

(Peter)> Yeah, no no offense they kick your ass quite a bit. You're lucky you have me watching your back.

(Danny)> Of course, I am not going to deny you that, but obviously after taking some beatings you learn how to, I don't know deal with them?

(Peter)>OK, I get it. You're all macho when you're wearing your green latex super suit and utility belt. But there's a huge difference between fighting crime and wrestling.

(Danny)>And that is?

(Peter)>Stacey isn't sitting in the stands.

panel 2: Danny and Peter see a man trying to grab a purse from a woman.

(Peter)>Robbery in progress.

(Danny)>Already on it!

Panel 3: Danny hides behind a tree, and we see his clothes being thrown at at Peter, who was caught of guard and is wearing most of the clothes.

Panel 4: The Emerald Assassin step out from behind the tree fully clothed and masked. He darts after the thief in full sprint. He comes to a fire hydrant on the road and laps onto it and uses it for leverage.

panel 5: He is soaring through the air.

Woosh

Panel 6: He swings his fist and superman punches the robber just as he he began to take off.

WAM!

Panel 7: Fist collides with his face. A tooth flies out of his mouth and he hits the ground. The purse flies into the air and The Emerald Assassin catches it.

Panel 8: He hands the woman her purse before tying the thief up.

The Emerald Assassin:If any one of you citizens may do me the favor of alerting your local authorities of this man's attempts to rob this poor woman and give them our coordinates, it would be much obliged.

Panel 9: He takes off and he and Peter walk inside.

(Perter)>Ok I guess you may not need to be that nervous.

MEANWHILE

Panel 10: Stacey is sitting alone in the stands. Two empty seats surround her.

(THOUGHT BUBBLE)-I wonder what is taking those guys so long?

panel 11: Danny and Peter speed walk over to her.

(Danny)>Sorry that we took so long. Peter had the runs really bad and needed a stull buddy.

Panel 12: Peter appears a little hurt by that lie. But goes with it.

(Peter)> It's true, never eat a burrito from a roadside taco stand. Lesson learned.

(Stacey)> TMI, you too...tmi...

(Danny)> Looks like the show is about to begin.

"The Boy Who Destroyed the World" hits the PA system and the crowd roars as our cameras pan around the arena, searching for the prettiest signs-- and faces-- in the audience! Some of the signs include, "HOW CAN WE TELL IF REAVER IS BLEEDING?!". "Aubrey J. Parker stole my lunch money, and my baby doll" and "I'm Evan McDonald's next partner!" Our cameras cut to the announce table, where we are greeted by Dick Harris and Shane West.

West: Hello, and welcome to the SUPER SHOW edition of Monday Night Meltdown, LIVE from Santiago, Chile!

Harris: We've got a ridiculous show for you tonight. Not only do we have TAG TEAM WARFARE, with Foul Play taking on the Natural Born Killaz in a First Blood Elimination match... But The New Dynasty gets their chance to shine against Yanzel Holmes and London Carter! And rumor has it, Sienna Harrison has her eye on both of these matches... She's looking for her next number one contenders!

West: And we'll get into WHY she's looking for her next number one contenders in a moment, but that's not all we have for you tonight! Ladies and gents, tonight is the second LIVE APW draft! We will see who's drafted to Overdrive! Who's drafted to Asylum?!

Harris: We've got Michael Jennings FINALLY getting a chance to settle the score with Ellis Graham!

West: And Jace Savage and Sampson Cyprus finally face off too-- except there are no count-outs outside of the ring!

Harris: Buckson Gooch is slated to take on Johnny Rebel, right after Gooch's Overdrive Title match against Evan Envi last night-- and Evan McDonald takes on the Emerald Assassin and the Red Scorpion in a tag match! A weird bunch... A REALLY weird bunch.

West: And we have our main event, the APW Tag Team Championships will be defended, and YOU, the FANS get to choose what type of match they'll compete it! No Holds Barred? Tables Ladders and Chairs? Submissions Count Anywhere? Two out of three falls? Or a TABLES match?!

Harris: And the losing team can't compete for the Tag Team Titles as long as the winning team holds the straps! The losing teams, for all intents and purposes, is on the shelf indefinitely after tonight.

They say we wanted attention

Those five word immediately caused every single member of the audience to boo heavily as they instantly knew who “Ignite” by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela belonged to. The spews of hatred only magnified in both velocity and volume as the purple haired megastar Robina Hood finally came out from the black curtains. The black jacket is over her shoulders yet it didn’t hide the tape wrapped around her waist and neck region as instead of a confident grin, there is a rather mixed expression on her face as the crowd began their vociferous ‘you suck’ chants.

Shane West: Hey, why is she here? Robina isn’t even booked to compete tonight…let alone look in any condition to compete tonight…

Dick Harris: Well obviously Hood has something on her mind but what blatant disrespect shown by these idiots in attendance. Last night at Mayhem this young lady has given our North American Champion, The Guv’nor, the hardest challenge that we have EVER seen…so these morons should shut their mouths and applaud her for such a valiant effort.

And guess what the crowd were doing? Exactly the opposite as they continued to boo the forest-dweller, even starting a few ‘we want Guv’nor’ chants, yet Robina personally chose to ignore them as she began to make her way down the ramp.

In her left hand, held in a way that it was partly resting against her left shoulder, is her almost trademark crowbar and that, along with Robina’s previously unpredictable actions, was probably the main reason why nobody in the audience attempted to reach for her as she went pass them. When she arrived at ringside Miss Hood glanced at the ring for a moment and placed the crowbar down on the ring apron before walking around the ring, her eyes fixed upon Nicky Page. Without even uttering a word Robina snatched the microphone from the announcer’s hands when she got close enough, electing another loud yet negative response from the people in attendance as she slid herself underneath the bottom rope.

The short woman wasted no time in picking her crowbar back up, in her right hand this time since the microphone is in her left, before lifting the microphone to just below her lips. Yet, as he theme song died out, the crowd became louder in their boos thus causing the young woman to lower the microphone in an attempt to wait for them to be finished before speaking.

Dick Harris: More blatant disrespect, I’m very surprised that Miss Hood has the patience to cope with these coal-loving monkeys.

Robina: I have…

The Englishwoman finally spoke up through the microphone yet was only met with more boos, clearly her severe lack of popularity isn’t doing her any favours, and she considered lowering the microphone again. But instead she shook her head and kept the microphone in position before speaking up again.

Robina: I have an announcement to make tonight but I think it’ll be better to get it off my chest now than later, in case my mind isn’t any clearer by then. I originally wanted to make this announcement on the last episode of Meltdown, specifically after I kicked Yanzel’s ass, but then I decided to wait until Mayhem…but then, last night, I decided to save it until this night since my ego thought it would be cool to made declare my message while being the youngest North American Champion in history, at eighteen years and days. But, as you can see from the fact that the belt isn’t around my waist at the moment, I failed in defeating the Guv’nor…

After admitting her defeat Robina looked away for a moment, as if upset in more ways than one about that very defeat, as the people of Chile finally cheered. After taking a momentary breather she turned her head back towards the microphone and continued.

Robina: A few weeks ago I not only attacked the Guv’nor in a rather callous fashion, with this very crowbar, that left him unconscious…but I also said that I would kill the Guv’s career. Ever since that one night I have been frequently asked the same question…why. Why, why, why, why. WHY!

‘Why did you attack The Guv’nor?’ That is what many people has asked me, through twitter, every single day since that attack. They all want a reason so badly…a reason why I attacked him…a reason why I wanted to end his career at Mayhem…a reason why…why…why…why, that is all you people have wanted since that attack. You want a reason so badly, huh? Well then, people at home, turn the volume to the maximum and press record because I don’t want to repeat myself.

Quite amusingly this actually started a short ‘WHY?’ chant among the audience yet Robina refused to acknowledge any of this as, after finishing her words, she dropped the crowbar down onto the mat. The weapon is only a feet at most away from her as she showed the back of her right hand towards the camera that is fully zoomed in on her, thus showing her bare hand on the titantron as she spoke up.

Robina: This is why.

Shane West: What the hell does she mean by ‘this is why?’ How does a hand explain anything?

Shane wasn’t alone in this feeling as the crowd instantly booed very loudly, probably making the people watching from home very deaf right now, yet this didn’t seem to bother the eighteen year old combatant.

Robina: When you say my name to a wrestling fan, there are many things that goes through their mind…the time I conducted mind games with Yarmouth through his deceased father…the time I nearly took Amy Zing’s head off with a crowbar…the time I sprayed red mist into Niobe’s to begin my debut…and the time I knocked The Guv’nor out…yet there is one thing that all those things, discounting the last of them, have in common. Until the night I defeated Yanzel Holmes for the first time I always had each finger taped up, with more tape than my body is currently wearing. It isn’t because I don’t want blood on my hands…before I even came here I was referred to as ‘The Emo Princess’ for a good reason, so I honestly no longer give a shit about whose blood is on my hands. The reason for my fingers being taped up is because of this…

As she spoke one of the cameras zoomed in to her face, capturing the image of a few stitches on her forehead - which The Guv’nor was the reason for at Mayhem last night - upon the titantron. This didn’t Robina at all since, the moment she said her last word, she used her microphone holding hand to point at her naked ring finger. The people of Santiago were baffled by this but Miss Hood didn’t waste any time in bringing the microphone back under her lips to speak on.

Robina: This day, three months ago, I was an extremely happy wife with a loving husband and a beautiful daughter called Sarah. I was emotionally on top of the world but then the eighteenth of February came, the date that everything changed…the date I partnered up with Nathaniel Havok against Mister Dangerous and The Guv’nor…

The Chilean crowd screamed out in pure delight at the mentioning of Meltdown’s current North American Champion yet this didn’t shake the battered ‘Perfect Megastar.’

Robina: I drove into New York expecting the first of many main event victories…hell I was foolish enough to think that I was untouchable…but then it happened…he happened…the Guv’nor happened…he simply destroyed me in my very first main event. That one night ate me up from the inside yet it was also the very same night that I swore an oath, to myself, that I’ll defeat the Guv’nor. Yet time and time again I’ve failed to…I’ve failed to eliminate him in that pitiful battle royal, I failed to defeat him in that eight person ladder match and just last night I’ve lost to him again. But ignoring the latest defeat…no matter the failure, be it to Niobe Martin or Amy Zing, I was able to bottle it up on the inside. But then on the eighth of April, after I lost to Yarmouth, I couldn’t hold it in anymore and I practically bit the head clean off Ronnie. At the end of my outrage he uttered the words ‘perhaps it’ll be better for us to split up.’

Immediately after saying the words ‘split up’ the small female wiped her left wrist across her face, more specifically against her eyes, as the crowd weren’t sure if they should either cheer or boo the young megastar.

Robina: The reason for my hatred toward you Guv’nor isn’t because of you Guv…it is all because of me. My stress, my anger and my failures…my obsession with defeating you has ruined everything I’ve worked so hard in having, a loving family. I did not want anyone’s assistance at Mayhem because the match meant so much to me…against Niobe it was just about entertaining myself and against Amy Zing it was about redemption for being unable to save Sienna from her…yet this cage match between us meant so much more to me. I won’t lie I wanted to take that Title from you, hell if somebody came here without wanting ay success then they don’t belong here. However the biggest reason behind me wanting not only to beat you, but also kill your career was because, to me, I wasn’t fighting for redemption or entertainment…but to win my life back, to prove to myself that I can save myself…and I……lost. No success, no gold, no husband to comfort me and I can only be with my own baby girl for only two days in each week…..

The entire audience began to believe that she is just making shit up to get them on her side so they booed more, adding in a few ‘you suck’ chants as well as a an occasion ‘stop wasting our time’ shout from the people of Chile. The camera that was zoomed in on her face kept it’s focus on Robina as it captured, and broadcasted onto the titantron, a tear streaking out her left eye and down her cheek as she spoke about her child. The majority of the audience simply ignored this and continued to boo, even adding in a few laughs, while other members of the audience, mainly those who’ve lived long enough to lose their loved ones, quickly went quiet.

Shane West: Hey, isn’t that a tear? I know Robina is mentally unstable but I never knew she was capable of crying…

Dick Harris: This is so sickening! Miss Hood has the courage to admit some clearly emotional issues and yet these heartless people are simply laughing at her. These idiots are nothing more than bloody scum!

Robina: Shit…I promised myself that I wouldn’t cry…

Barely uttered out of the forest-dweller’s lips as she again used her left wrist to wipe her face, barely able to get the tear off before running that same hand through her hair as she continued to speak.

Robina: That was it…my announcement…my reason for the hell I’ve contently put Guv’nor through…but now I want to say last thing before I leave this arena…

Moments after saying her words the purple haired dynamo turned her body towards the titantron, as if aiming to talk to somebody that is backstage at the moment.

Robina: My Road to Perfection reached its end last night and, like many others, I’ve failed to earn the right to be called ‘The Perfect Megastar’…I don’t know if you’re anywhere backstage or just watching this from home Guv’nor. But earlier today on twitter you said that I’ve earned your respect and, even though it doesn’t change the fact that you hate me and I hate you, I respect you a lot more now than I’ve respected any other Muppet that have ever competed in this ring. So out of respect I’ve got one simple, three-worded, request. One…more…match.

Rather surprisingly those three words actually turned this tsunami of negativity into a wave of positivity, not as loud as the boos but still was potentially impressive, and even with wet eyes Miss Hood kept speaking.

Robina: Tonight is a special draft edition of Meltdown and either one of us, both of us or neither of us get drafted…I don’t want me laying on my back being the final image of this saga. Be it for the North American Title or not it doesn’t matter anymore…what matters to me now is pride. I won’t make you say yes Guv…you’ve beaten me in tag team action, a ladder match and even in a steel cage so you don’t even have acknowledge it…but I’m issuing this challenge out of respect since I want to give you my all again, even if it is for the very last time.

Moments after finishing her words Robina dropped the microphone down onto the mat and picked up her crowbar, positioning it so the object would be resting against her shoulder again, as “Ignite” blast out of the PA System. The crowd were completely mixed, half of them were still booing the previously teary-eyed megastar while the other half were excited about the prospect of a Mayhem rematch.

Shane West: She seem to really want to have her rematch against The Guv’nor…

Dick Harris: Can you honestly blame her Shane? Last night she The Guv’nor was given a bigger challenge than you, and the majority of the roster, expected and he is bound to be drafted away…so Robina knew that this is her last chance to do what she could have done at Mayhem, beat The Guv’nor.

While the commentators spoke the British megastar exited the ring and made her way up the ramp, the fact one of her hands was gently clutching onto the part of her body that the Champ elbow dropped upon showing that she isn’t anyway near a hundred percent from the hellacious confrontation last night. By the time Dick finished his words Robina was on the stage and slowly she looked over her shoulder to see the mixed, yet mostly booing, people of Santiago before simply forcing herself through the black curtains.

These curtains are the last image seen before the show fades out to the back, where Hannah Storm stands with a microphone in hand, smiling confidently ahead at the camera.

Hannah: Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to present to you, the FIRST Draft of the evening!

The crowd pops and Hannah Storm turns to her side as the camera pans out, revealing...

Hannah: Legion!

The crowd pops at the announcement, though there is an undertone of boos from those familiar with Legion. He looks toward Hannah, and then uneasily toward the camera.

Hannah: Legion, after spending the past four months on Thursday Night Overdrive, how does it feel to--

Legion raises a hand and clasps it over Hannah's microphone. Her eyes widen just a bit as he leans close to her, looking into each of her eyes... Once at a time.

He leans back and lets out one, barely-audible, dry chuckle. He turns and walks away from Hannah Storm without a word.

West: Well-- well, now you can catch Legion on Sunday nights! Welcome to Asylum! Congrats!

Harris: Silence? What the hell's that about?!

The camera fades to black on the perplexed image of Hannah Storm.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

The scene opens inside the backstage office of Sienna Harrison. She is the picture of agitation, checking her phone expectantly every couple of seconds, heavy huffing and puffing, tapping her fingers on her desk. The watching the Actiontron book at her appearance. Tyler Harrison is also present, reading a copy of Anthony Bailey’s book. He interrupts his reading as Sienna checks her phone for the fifth time in the ten seconds we’ve been watching.

Tyler: Sis, what’s up? You’ve been checking your phone every couple of seconds.

Sienna eyes with irritation.

Sienna: I’m working here Ty. I don’t have time to sit around enjoying myself. By the way, I’m not paying you to read books.

Tyler: What’s going on, Sienna? You’ve been in this foul mood since we left Brazil last night. Come on, tonight’s the Meltdown SUPERSHOW. It’s like a pay-per-view under the Meltdown banner.

Sienna: What’s there to be happy about? That moron The Guv’nor is still my champion. I knew I should have ordered you to ref that match.

Tyler: Maybe you need to just accept it--- Guv’nor is the man around here.

Sienna glares at him.

Tyler: And don’t be too hard on Robina. She did great last night. Nobody has beaten up The Guv’nor like she did; nobody has hurt him like she has.

Sienna: But she lost! And what makes it worse, we have the draft tonight and not only is The Guv’nor not in the building, but I can’t get hold of him.

Tyler looks at Sienna with a blank expression.

Sienna: I want him gone! You understand me? I want him off my show by the end of the night.

Tyler: Then draft him in absentia.

Sienna: I can’t!

Sienna sighs heavily.

Sienna: The rules are very specific: he needs to sign the contract, and the window shuts when the show goes off air. If I don’t get rid of him tonight, I’m stuck with him for another two months.

There is a knock at the door. In walks a young woman, Sienna looks at her hopefully.

Sienna: Well?

Young woman: We still can’t get hold of him.

Sienna: Then what are you doing here?

Young woman: I just thought-

Sienna: I don’t want you to think! Get on the phone and I don’t want to see you until you’ve found The Guv’nor and told him to get here TONIGHT!

In a burst of rage picks up an object and launches it at the door. Only when it’s hit the floor with a small ‘crack’ sound does Sienna realises she’s launched her phone. Tyler Harrison rolls his eyes, Sienna wide-eyed, exhales heavily and drops her head into her hands. Tyler slowly raises the book up as a barrier between himself and his sister. The scene fades.

Paige: This opening bout is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall!

The fans cheer at the announcement, and pop even louder as “The Baddest Man Alive,” by The Black Keys & The RZA, hits the speakers. Yanzel steps out onto the stage. He looks out to the crowd pointing out towards them before smacking the stage floor to hype himself up. He fistbumps and high fives fans down the ramp stopping at the bottom. He throws a 4 punch combination to the camera flashing a smile as he lifts his right arm turning his back to the ring.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 240 pounds, from Los Angeles, California, Yanzel Holmes!

West: Yanzel Holmes will be teaming with London Carter tonight to take on The New Dynasty! We’re kicking off the Meltdown Super Show with Tag Team Warfare!

Harris: The advantage obviously goes to The New Dynasty. They are an established team. Sure, they’re making their APW debut as a team tonight, but they’ve been around the block together a few times. Holmes and Carter may both be goody two-shoes, but that doesn’t mean they’re going to make a good team!

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

The arena grows dark, the bass in the speakers bump before the beat by Wiz drops, Gangbang blares through the speakers, forcing the lights to flicker on and off, silver and black pyro fall from the top as London makes his way from behind the curtain, playing to the crowd.

Paige: And his partner, weighing in at 175 pounds, from Brooklyn, New York, London Carter!

West: The APW fans have been quick to embrace London Carter. He’s been on quite a roll as of late!

Harris: He may be becoming a fan favorite, but he’s not one of my favorites!

London Carter acknowledges the cheers as he makes his way down the ramp, sliding in the ring, he turns and bounces of the ropes playing to the crowd once more. Yanzel and Carter shake hands before turning their attention to the ramp to await their opponents.

"Ladies and Gentleman" by Saliva blares throughout the arena as the team of Alex Bankmanship and Demarvelous come out to a loud chorus of boos. They mock the crowd as they head down the ramp.

Paige: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 440 pounds, from Pasco, Washington, Alex Bankmanship and Demarvelous, The New Dynasty!

West: Bankmanship did defeat Mr. Dangerous in his APW debut last week, but this is the first time we get to see Demarvelous in action.

Harris: Demarvelous is a beast! He and Bankmanship together are going to be quite the tandem here in APW, just you watch!

As The New Dynasty reaches the ring, Bankmanship hops onto the apron while Demarvelous walks up the steps. They enter the ring in tandem, badmouthing the team of Carter and Yanzel as they do so. For their part, Yanzel and Carter remain focused. Carter and Bankmanship head to their respective corners, leaving Demarvelous and Yanzel in the ring as the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

The New Dynasty vs. London Carter & Yanzel Holmes

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The two men lock up in the middle of the ring, and Demarvelous uses his size advantage to just shove Yanzel to the mat! This draws loud boos from the crowd, as Demarvelous dares Yanzel to stand toe to toe with him again. Yanzel has a determined look on his face, and he ties up with the big man again. Once more, he’s shoved to his butt on the mat.

Harris: Yanzel is going to have to come up with another game plan if he hopes to get anywhere with the monstrous Demarvelous!

Demarvelous motions for Yanzel to get back to his feet, and when he does, Demarvelous comes rushing in, missing with a Vicious Clothesline! As he turns around, Yanzel grabs a hold of his arm, and drops down, nailing Big D with a Double Knee Armbreaker! He howls in pain as Yanzel is quick to apply an Armbar, trying to wear down the arm and shoulder of the big man! However, Demarvelous is simply too strong for Yanzel to keep him grounded this early in the match, and he uses his free arm to drag himself and Yanzel to the ropes, forcing a break. Yanzel let’s go immediately, and takes a few steps back, giving Demarvelous the chance to pull himself up by the ropes. As soon as the ref signals that Big D is up, Yanzel is right back in there, nailing with a series of Body Shots and Jabs that back Demarvelous up into the hostile corner. Yanzel reaches up and tags London Carter in, giving Demarvelous a Judo Hip Toss, as Carter mounts the top turnbuckle, and comes flying off with a Diving Headbutt! He goes for a cover, 1
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Demarvelous kicks out! Carter begins to pull Demarvelous up, but the big man shoves him back! As Big D is up to his feet, Carter comes running back in, jumping up and trying to take him down with a Hurricanrana! However, Demarvelous counters with a ring shaking Powerbomb, and shakes his arm off as he lumbers to his corner, tagging in Alex Bankmanship. Bankmanship grabs a hold of the top rope, and launches himself into the ring, catching Carter on the way down with a Face Buster! He rolls Carter over, and hooks both legs, 1
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Carter rolls his shoulder up!

Harris: That was an impactful Face Buster there from Bankmanship, but it wasn’t nearly enough to get the pinfall!

West: This was a pairing I’d hope we see during this match, as Bankmanship and Carter are both high flyers!

Bankmanship drags Carter up by the head, and pulls him in position, keeping a hold of his head and running towards the ropes to pull off a Tornado DDT, spiking Carter’s head into the mat! He goes for another pinfall, 1
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Another kick out from Carter! Bankmanship slams his fist into the mat, showing signs of frustration. He pulls Carter back up and shoots him towards the ropes, but Carter ducks the attempted Clothesline, and answers with a Flying Thrust Kick that lands flush on the chin of Bankmanship on the rebound! Alex is in la-la-land as he slowly makes his way to his feet. Carter is stalking him, motioning for him to turn around, and as he does so, Carter nails him with the The Finale!

West: Carter just about speared Bankmanship out of his boots right there! This could be it!

Carter goes for the cover, 1
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Demarvelous is there to break up the pin just in time, punting Carter in the head and kicking him off of Alex Bankmanship! This draws Yanzel Holmes into the ring, and he runs headlong into Demarvelous, and the two men begin to brawl, eventually spilling through the ropes! They continue to fight on the floor as Alex is the first man in the ring to come to. He sees Carter down, and quickly mounts the top turnbuckle, leaping off to go for Take it to the Bank, his version of a Five-Star Frog Splash! However, Carter was playing possum, and he gets his knees up, driving them into the chest of Bankmanship! He then makes his way to his feet, pulling Alex up with him, and delivers the #Brainwash! Bankmanship is out like a light as Carter covers him, 1
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Winners; London Carter & Yanzel Holmes[/center]

Paige: Here are your winners, by pinfall, the team of London Carter and Yanzel Holmes!

“Gangbang” hits the speakers again as the Yanzel slides back into the ring. The ref raises the arms of both winners, while Demarvelous drags Alex Bankmanship out of the ring, and carries him up the ramp on his shoulders. The fans cheer loudly for the victorious team of Carter and Holmes.

West: Carter and Holmes kick off this Meltdown Mega Show in an impressive fashion, teaming together to dispatch The New Dynasty!

Harris: I’ll be honest, I’m disappointed in The New Dynasty. I thought for sure they were going to win here tonight! Still, better luck next time to them.

The fans continue to cheer loudly for the victors as they exit the ring and begin to slap fives with the fans at ringside.

We cut to Hannah Storm in the backstage area.

Hannah Storm: I'm here backstage with--

Storming into the scene is Foul Play members, Jason Kash and Reaver. Hannah seems scared, full of fear as she tries backing away but Reaver puts an arm around her and smiles real big before laughing his evil laugh. Kash snatches the microphone from Hannah Storm and steps closer to the camera.

Jason Kash: Hello, good evening folks! It's ya boy, Jason Kash and I'm here with "The Mad DOG" Reaver and his chew toy, Miss Hannah Storm!

Reaver goes to nibble at her neck and she squeals a bit and tries to pull away.

Jason Kash: Now Roberts had alot to say yesterday after Mayhem. He had the audacity to say I repeat myself, that I'm a broken record and tired news. Roberts, Roberts, Roberts...Did you NOT see Mayhem buddy? You might have slipped through a new tag team on the market but I put to rest an old kink in my career. Now you can go sit in a Strip Club, play the Badass Club Hopper just as you played the badass Biker with KnoxVILLE but you won't beat us...Not this team right here. This man back here, you want to call him a DOG? You want to call me a Puppet? Heh..I should lube up my arm and shove it up your ass, show you what it means to be a puppet Motherfu---

Reaver hops over to Kash and grabs the mic from him before he gets FCC fines thrown his way.

Jason Kash: Tell them...You better tell em! Grrr..

Reaver: Hahahahehehe...Kash is not too happy with you mimes. I call you mimes because it seems you take form to whatever your opponents are doing as of late. Which is fine, better people have tried that same thing and here tonight you see the outcome for those actions. Killers? Nah, neither of you possess a threat of killing anything. What you do bring to the table is a path chosen. You stand on the road to the APW World Tag Titles. The belts we want...You won't ever achieve them but we will and tonight, we move you off that road. Out of our way and right back to whining because you didn't get that Inferno Match.

Kash steps back in front of the camera and grabs the mic from Reaver and Reaver steps back and returns to Hannah Storm. Trying to whisper sweet nothings at her, she flinches afraid of him being near her. Kash flicks the camera lens.

Jason Kash: Micky and Mandy, listen up boys. No matter your size, no matter your strength. Foul Play will head out to that ring and we will draw first blood. We will be the ones putting you down tonight. Mayhem was a nice taste right? Tonight you get a Sour after taste. Sweet and then Sour is you two day forecast. You go to a No Contest with us and get big heads? You couldn't do HALF the things I've done in that ring, and you want to talk about violence and blood? Nobody knows that better than that man right there and the man who's voice should echo in your mind from bell to bell...You WILL become our Punching Bags...We're coming and BET it'll be Our Hands Raised at the end...

As Kash turns to leave the scene, Anthony Bailey steps into the screen. He has an APW Tag Title draped over his shoulder. Reaver whips Hannah Storm away from him as he rushes in at the Tag Champions. Kash catches him with one arm, holding him back. Bailey smiles and looks from Reaver to Kash.

Bailey: Hiya Kash, Reaver...Bullying Hannah Storm again are we?

Reaver: We'll bully YOU Hahahahehehe!!!

Kash has to hold back Reaver harder this time but instead steps in front of him and steps close to Bailey. Face to Face, the two stare for a moment. Kash bites his own bottom lip and sniffs hard through his nose before backing up and patting Reaver to the chest with his back hand.

Jason Kash: Not here...Not now...We have our match tonight, let him have his. Good luck tonight Bailey...

Kash shoulder bumps Bailey as he walks passed him. Reaver walks by and jumps at Bailey trying to get him to flinch but he doesn't. Reaver laughs out anyways as Bailey turns and watches them walk off.

The scene slowly changes tones... To one of that of a comic strip, on the perturbed face of Anthony Bailey, and as if a page is being turned, the scene transitions to the same bunch that had been seen earlier with Meltdown Megastar, the Emerald Assassin!

panel 13: Danny checks his phone and realizes he is running out of time to get to the back. He taps Stacey on the the shoulder.

(Danny)> Hey, I am gonna have to run into the bathroom, I think I may have what afflicted Peter earlier.

(Stacey)>Ew Ok. Hurry back though there are some new wrestlers going to debut. I am so excited. I loved masked wrestlers. They are so mysterious. I bet that Red Scorpion is really cute under that mask.

(Danny)> Really? I think he sounds kind of ugly. The Emerald Assassin looks like he is great looking.

(Peter)> No, he's probably a huge nerd. He looks like a twig. Probably a virgin too. Speaking of, Hey you' gonna need a stull buddy?

(Danny)> I think I can manage it.

panel 14: Danny hurries to the backstage and finds a safe place to get dressed.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

Paige: The following contest is a triple threat match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first: weighing 165lbs....RED SCORPION!!!

The Red Scorpion walks out to the stage through a cloud of red smoke. He walks to the front of the stage and extends both arms and gives the crowd two thumbs down...because they suck. Scorpion pulls a microphone out of his pocket.

Red Scorpion: The greatest president of all times is Theodore Roosevelt...I will recite for you now...from memory...His speech “The Man in the Arena”

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.

The crowd boo’s loudly.

Red Scorpion: I refuse to walk down the ramp tonight amongst people who boo Present Teddy Roosevelt. I don’t want there to be a chance that your filthy hands will touch me.

The crowd boo’s even louder.

West: They don’t like him and he doesn’t like them.

He steps close to the front of the stage and pulls out a controller and pushes the button, a jet pack on his back turns on and he flies to the ring, instead of flying straight there, he takes his free and grabs the microphone and begins to serenade the audience...

Red Scorpion: I believe I can fly! I believe I can touch the sky! Think about it every night and day!

The crowd boo’s louder at Scorpion’s singing.

Red Scorpion: I don’t have to entertain you people!

Scorpion lands safely in the ring. He takes off the jet pack and his ‘Hitman’ shirt...Scorpion likes hockey. He has many interests that are above the taste of the average fan or wrestler.

He does some prep jumps and jumps really high because of his superior athletic ability. He wipes his boots and is ready to fight!

Darling Violetta plays as the lights dim to an emerald green. The Emerald Assassin runs down the ramp at full sprint and leaps into the ring under the middle rope. Once in the ring he rolls to his feet and poses fists at his waist.

Paige: Introducing: weighing 160lbs...THE EMERALD ASSASSIN!

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

Paige: Introducing last: from Edinbugh, Scotland; weighing 260lbs, he is one half of ‘The Trust’....EVAN MCDONALD!!!

The Red Scorpion vs. The Emerald Assassin vs. Evan McDonald

The match begins with Scorpion looking at Evan and pointing at Emerald. The gist is a double team: Scorpion and Evan doing a number on Emerald. They beat him into corner with a succession of kicks and punches. Evan charges in and lands a corner splash, then Scorpio charges and connects with a stiff running corner dropkick. This kind of foul play isn’t to the crowd’s liking and they make this known with their vocal response.

West: You wonder how long this marriage of convenience will last between McDonald and Red Scorpion.

Harris: It’s a good plan. Eliminate the weak link, then they can fight it out for the prize.

Evan gives Emerald repeated corner should thrusts, then pulls him out of the corner and tosses him across the ring with a belly to belly suplex. Quick as a flash Scorpion rebounds off the ropes and connects with a running baseball slide into Emerald’s face. The Assassin roll away and out of the ring. Evan and Scorpion high five, then Evan turns his back to go after Emerald. Scorpion hits the ropes and nails Evan with a running dropkick that sends him forward into the ropes, so that he is hanging over the middle rope facing the crowd.

West: Well that didn’t last very long at all. Red Scorpion showing his true colours there.

Harris: I knew you couldn’t trust a man in a mask. What’s he got to hide anyway?

Scorpion hits the ropes and nails a tiger feint kick. From the ring apron he tries to slingshot over the top, but Emerald has grabbed his legs. Scorpion tries to free himself, and after a few seconds Assassin backs away. Scorpion turns back to the ring, but no sooner than he does so and he’s knocked off the ring apron by Evan McDonald with a running clothesline.

West: A modicum of revenge for Evan there.

Harris: I think even the crowd appreciated that.

Scorpion gets to his feet on the outside, but he’s soon rolled over with a running clothesline from Emerald. Next The Assassin lifts Scorpion and slams his head on the commentary table and rolls him back into the ring. Evan McDonald is waiting with a few stomps, then he lifts Scorpion and gives him a gut wrench throw. Emerald is back in the ring and he hits Evan with a low kick to the calf, putting Evan down on his knees. Emerald follows this up with a Mongolian chop, then a couple of hard rights, before rebounding off the ropes, but Evan counters with a big boot and makes the cover...

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West: That’s the difference in this match. Evan McDonald towers over both Red Scorpion and The Emerald Assassin.

Harris: Not to mention the huge weight differential.

West: That’s my point: it only takes one move for Evan to take control.

McDonald is on his feet, Scorpion delivers a combination of kicks to the body, but they have little effect. Scorpion hits the ropes and looks for a running savate kick but Evan catches his foot. Evan spins Scorpion around on his standing leg, but The Revolution Champion uses the momentum and counters with an Enziguri. As Evan flops to the mat Scorpion goes after Emerald, looking for the Red Driver, but Emerald rolls through to reverse and land behind Scorpion, sending him into the ropes. Scorpion rebounds back into a big time running lariat from Emerald, who then makes the cover...

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West: That was a close call!

Harris: He may not be the biggest, but Emerald Assassin made that lariat a real game-changer.

Emerald lifts Scorpion and nails a European uppercut that sends Scorpion stumbling back onto the ropes. The Assassin follows this up with a succession of knife edge chops to the chest, then a knee to the midsection and a running bulldog. Emerald thinks about a cover, but he gets kicked in the face by Evan McDonald. Evan grabs Emerald and has him set-up for Scottish Pride (Tiger Driver), but Scorpion leaps into action, nailing the Scot with a springboard flying forearm to the face. Evan gets to his feet quickly, but Scorpion is all over him with a Muay Thai combination: a couple of open palm strikes to the face, and uraken, then the high kick to the face. Evan ducks under the kick though and tries to kick Scorpion, but his leg is caught and Red Scorpion counters with a step-over spinning wheel kick. Evan stumbles back onto the ropes, Scorpion charges in and hits a running step-up Enziguri that sends Evan over the top rope to the floor, with a nasty head bump on the ring apron on the way down.

West: Good God! Did you see the way Evan McDonald’s head just bounced off the ring apron.

Harris: I’m just seeing the replay now and it didn’t look good. Evan McDonald looks like he might be out cold.

Meanwhile in the ring Scorpion is caught off guard by an elbow smash from Emerald, which is proceeded by a combination of hard kicks to the legs, putting Scorpion on his knees. Emerald nails a headbutt, then rebounds off the ropes looking for a running knee, but Scorpion counters into a drop toehold, then locks in a kneebar. However, Emerald is quick and gets to the ropes before any real damage is done or the move can be locked in properly.

West: Just a glimpse of the all-round ability of Red Scorpion there, looking for the submission finish.

Harris: It was great scrambling by The Assassin--- he knew he was in trouble.

Both men reset and get to their feet. There is an exchange of blows: Scorpion with kicks that become stiffer with each; Emerald retaliating with shots to the face. Both men hit the ropes simultaneously, charge each and there is a double down courtesy of a double running lariat. The ref begins a count, but by five both are on their feet. Scorpion reacts quickest, taking Assassin down with a snapmare and following it up with a rough kick to the back. Scorpion takes Emerald into a sleeper hold, but The Assassin fights back to his feet. A couple of elbows to the gut frees Emerald, and he rebounds off the ropes looking for a running clothesline. Scorpion ducks however and counters with a spinning headlock lariat. He makes a cover...

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West: Somehow The Emerald Assassin found a way to kick out.

Harris: But he looks a little worse for wear. Speaking of worse for wear--- how is Evan McDonald doing?

West: He’s sitting up in front of us now, but I’m not sure he’s in a state to continue. He looks very ropey.

Emerald and Scorpion are trading shots again. It’s a big right hand from Emerald gives him the advantage, then as Scorpion turns away Emerald lands a forearm to the kidneys, putting Scorpion on his knees. Emerald follows this up with a headbutt, then a DDT and makes the cover...

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Emerald lifts Scorpion, instead positioning him for an inverted DDT, but Evan McDonald rolling back into the ring draws Emerald’s attention and he drops Scorpion to the mat. Emerald pushes Evan into a corner and gives him repeated stomps to the body. Scorpion gets to his feet and looks for a running dropkick to Emerald, but The Assassin knows it’s coming and moves out of the way, Evan McDonald instead taking the shot. Emerald grabs Red Scorpion and tries to toss him over the top rope but Scorpion counters with a back body drop. Scorpion then grabs Evan and nails the Red Driver (High Angle Exploder)

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Winner: Red Scorpion

West: That’s it! It’s all done and dusted, and a debut win for Red Scorpion.

Harris: Yeah very impressive.

“Bump It” is heard through the arena as Red Scorpion climbs a turnbuckle and strikes a pose. The crowd aren’t really sure what to make of it all, but there are some jeers for the obnoxious manner of Red Scorpion’s celebration.

We cut to the backstage area once again.

Cameras pan backstage as it captures one-half of the APW World Tag Title holders in Jair Hopkins, walking down the long hall with a rope in his hand, looks of the same rope that was used to choke him out at last night’s Mayhem. The crowd cheers for Hopkins who has a face of displeasure.

Shane West: Is that not the same rope that choked Hopkins out last night?

Dick Harris: It most certainly is and for Hopkins he should be more aware of where he walks. You never know where Reaver might be lying in wait. He’s holding that look with a serious glare.

Shane West: It was god awful of what went down last night between those two. Reaver had no right to do that.

Dick Harris: It’s Foul Play, Shane ... There are no rules they associate with. C’mon man!

Hopkins continues to travel as he makes his way around the corner. Suddenly as he looks left down the hall, there was Reaver waving before taking off. Hopkins made his Nike’s useful as he ran down the hall, tracking after Reaver. However by the time he got there, it was no one there, except for two doors. One on the left and one on the right. He breathes in before opening the door to his left. Entering the room, it is completely empty as it’s just a couple of chairs, a television and sitting area with leather couches.

Jair Hopkins: Where the he--

BAM!!! Elbow to the back of Hopkins’s head, causes him to fall face-first to the floor as Reaver comes busting out from the other room with cat-like agility striking Hopkins before he could even turn and finish what he was trying to say.

Reaver: WRONG DOOR, JAIRRR!!! HEHEHEHEHEHEH!!!!!

Reaver gets down and beats in Hopkins face as he has in his other hand a white cloth. Before he could do something with it, Hopkins reverses off of his back and now has Reaver in a mount as Reaver tries to contain him from grabbing that rope. Hopkins with an elbow of his own gets the advantage as he grabs the rope and wraps it around his hand. He goes to drive his fists in Reaver’s masked face as he gets in a couple.

Shane West: Security is needed, ASAP!

Dick Harris: These two are brawlin’. Nothing like an old-school brawl backstage!

Reaver breaks out of Jair’s mount, shoving him off as he gets up to his feet quickly, He gets and catches Jair around the neck as he was last to get to his feet fully. Reaver takes that cloth and goes to smother Jair. Whatever was in the white rag had instantly made Jair pause from action. Reaver held him up as Hopkins held his arm out, flailing, almost deja vu to last night.

Reaver: GO TO SLEEP!!

Hopkins was close to that destination. Out of desperation, Jair’s foot kicked back into Reaver’s pelvic area as you could hear Reaver squeal in instant pain. Hopkins was released from Reaver’s grasp as Reaver fell onto the floor, curled up. Hopkins stumbled and crawled to the exit, leaving Reaver be. Hopkins coughed and coughed, trying to get his breath as he made it around the corner. Cameras cut back to ringside.

Shane West: Where the hell was security?

Dick Harris: On lunch break! It’s over, Hopkins got away this time, barely. Reaver is in some serious pain.

Shane West: Good for him, it was needed!

We fade to a comic strip-esque representation of Shane West and Dick Harris before our "page turns" to another scene, in full-blown comic strip detail.

Panel 15: After the match Danny strips and returns to the stands where Stacey and Peter are waiting. He is limping. Visibly bruised and hurting from the match. Stacey notices as he sits down.

(Stacey)> OMG what happened to you?

Panel 16: Peter sees how hurt his friend looks.

(Peter)> Guess those burritos were a little too hardcore for you huh? Should have taken a stull buddy. Just sayin.

(Stacey)> Peter don't be an ass. What happened?

(Danny) Uh...hmm...Well, I tripped.

(Stacey)> All that from tripping?

(Danny)> Down the stairs. Yeah that. I guess some kid or joker tied my shoe lases together and I tripped down the stairs.

(Stacey)> Why didn't you just use the bathroom on this floor.

(Danny)> It was full.

(Stacey)> and you didn't notice Someone tying you laces together? Or notice it while walking?

(Danny)> I know right. Weird anyway, hows the show? Peter hand me some popcorn.

Splash Panel: Danny is reaching across Stacey to grab popcorn. Stacey is raising her eyebrows at Danny's unbelievable story and Peter is laughing hysterically at Danny's inability to come up with a simple alibi.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

As our cameras return to ringside, Shane West and standing in the ring with a microphone in hand. Evan McDonald is still standing in the ring, moments after his triple threat match. With a smile, Shane West addresses the APW faithful.

Shane West: Ladies and gentlemen... It is my honor, and a priveledge to introduce to you at this time... The NEWEST member of our Action Packed Wrestling Asylum roster... EVAN MCDONALD!

There is a deafening chorus of boos resonating through the crowd as McDonald holds a hand to his ear, listening to them. He shakes his head and snatches the microphone from West, turning to the audience, pointing a finger into the camera.

Evan McDonald: It's about... Damn... Time... Sunday nights just got a little more sensational, ladies.

McDonald winks and tosses the microphone aside, earning another negative reaction from the crowd.

Harris: Bahahaha, I love this guy. Congrats, McDonald!

Shane West returns to the commentary table as McDonald makes his way up the ramp, waving off the booing fans on either side of him.

We cut backstage.

The show goes backstage where Hannah Storm is standing with Michael Jennings. Jennings appears a bit more somber than usual. His uncle died earlier in the day and his father, whom he despises, was arrested and that has a lot to do with his demeanor as Hannah begins her interview.

Storm: Michael, our thoughts and prayers are with you in this trying time.

Michael looks solemnly at the camera.

Jennings: Thank you. But I will address more of this later on. What I want to come out here and say is that I haven’t lost my focus on tonight. Despite all the bullshit with my dad and the passing of my uncle earlier today my focus is on tonight when I step into the ring with Ellis Graham and kick his ass all over the arena.

Storm: Any words for Graham?

Jennings: Ellis Graham, I’m going to be sending you to hell. My father will be joining you shortly after he gets the death penalty after he’s convicted in federal court like the piece of shit he is.

This comment draws loud cheers.

Jennings: And once I’m done kicking his ass tonight, I’m finding myself a new target of my wrath. Rest assured, just because I cleaned myself up doesn’t mean I’m not the same sociopathic lunatic I always was. I am the most dangerous man in APW and I’m setting my sights high up. The Sindicate, the Dying Breed, and Foul Play are about to declare all out war on each other here in APW. I think I may just have to get in on this chaos. I’ll catch you all again in a bit.

Michael walks off screen to cheers as the scene fades out.

We cut to the ring.

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."

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.

"Hey, I have to question.
What's with the violent aggression?
Details blurry, lost him too early.
Welcome to the family."

"Hey, why won't you listen?
Can't help the people you're missing!
It's been done, a casualty rerun.
Welcome to the family"

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.

"We all have emptiness inside.
We all have answers to find.
But you can't win this fight."

The crowd boos as Knox calls for a mic. Niobe slowly circles him in the ring, scanning over the crowd with a look of anger in her eye. After receiving a mic, Knox looks over the crowd himself with a look of disappointment across his face. Niobe then walks in close to him as he raises the mic to his mouth.

Tommy Knox: "I love the reaction that I get from you lovely fans out there in the crowd. I understand, I'd hate me too. Why should you appreciate someone who you wish you could be but don't have the hang lows to do so? None of you could walk a mile in these shoes. Jealousy is a bitch and she's got her claws in you all deep as Jake's asshole after Leon hides the gerbil inside."

The crowd boos ass Knox cracks a smile and puts his arm around Niobe.

Tommy Knox: "Speaking of that lucky son of a bitch... How does it feel to finally have lady luck shine her light on you for once? It took you long enough, plenty of tries but you finally squeaked out a win against the man that has turned your life into a livin' hell over these past few weeks. Shit, I should say months. Last night was one hell of a match. I have no problem givin' credit where it's due but NBK gets no respect from me. After all the beat downs and losses they have suffered, it was only inevitable that a win knocked at their doors. I'm glad it was such a confidence booster for you. I don't need pointless wins to add a little pep in my step. You on the other hand, I think you do. I know you do. Too bad your losin' streak starts over tonight and carries on for a long time to come."

The fans begin to boo louder as Knox shakes his head looking over the crowd.

Tommy Knox: "Congrats on the win that saved you from suicide after sufferin' from bein' everyone in the backs bitch. Here's what I'm goin' to do. You seemed full of yourself after the win, I saw your promo in preparation for your match tonight with my boys Foul Play. You couldn't beat Niobe by yourself. You couldn't beat me by yourself. Without Leon in your corner, you're nothin' but a worthless, pathetic, piece of filth that has dirtied my boot long enough. If you think you're the better man, how about we face off in the ring one more time. Last time you challenged me in singles, I handed you your ass. This time will be no different. With or without interference, the outcome would have been the same with you on your back wishin' the night would hurry and end. Why don't you climb in the ring with me for a one on one match with no outside help from either party? Hell, we can even climb in a cage and beat each other senseless until I'm tired of wastin' my time with you. I've made a name for myself. What have you done? Who have you beaten and what title pictures have you been involved in that I didn't sweep out from under you. All you guys have is each other and your lame, weak ass, make believe MC that wouldn't last a single night in Southern Cali."

The crowd pops after the challenge issued as Knox looks over the crowd once more, nodding his head. He then pulls Niobe in closer to him and drapes his arms over her shoulders with her ass pressed against him. Raising the mic to his mouth, he pushes his shades above his eyes and clear his throat.

Tommy Knox: "So what's it goin' to be? I'll be here all night if you have the balls to step to me face to face and asnwer the call. It doesn't have to be tonight. I understand that you'll be in a world of hurt after Reaver eats you alive. We can meet next week or the week after or the week after that. Whenever we do though, I'm goin' to be the man who gets the last laugh. You're nothin' more than a pawn in my game of chess and it's time to knock you off the table and move on to bigger and better things."

Knox drops the mic as the sound echoes throughout the arena. "Welcome to the Family" by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play as Knox leans in and kisses his old lady's (Niobe) neck. The two then exit the ring and make their way backstage as the crowd drown them in boos, but as they exit, they are passed by Jason Kash and Reaver. Kash and Reaver stop, exchanging formalities and contrived handshakes with Knox on the ramp before they saunter down to the ring.

West: There's Foul Play!

Harris: Foul Play are set to take on Natural Born Killaz in the first ever Tag Team First Blood Elimination match here in a few moments!

The crowd boos as Jason Kash and Reaver enter the ring, each taking a corner, ascending the turnbuckles to survey the masses.

We cut to the backstage area.

Inside the parking lot a black sedan draws to a halt. The back passenger door on the camera’s side swings open and out steps The Guv’nor. There is a big pop from the watching crowd inside the arena. The Guv’nor has one arm in a sling, and despite the shades he is wearing there is signs of bruising on his face. He hobbles a few steps before he is confronted by some backstage hand.

Backstage guy: Oh hey Mr. Guvnor. Do you want some help?

Guvnor: Leave it out, bruv? I ain’t a bloody cripple.

Backstage assistant: Sure, no problem. Er, I’ve been told to convey you to Miss Harrison’s office immediately.

The Guv’nor stops, takes off his shades to reveal a horrible looking shiner around the left eye. He glares at the hapless assistant.

Guvnor: Do I like the sort of geezer someone like you is going to convey anywhere.

With a catch in his throat, the assistant replies.

Backstage assistant: Uh, no sir.

Guvnor: Just run along and tell Sienna her champ has arrived.

The crowd pop that remark, the assistant makes a quick getaway, and Guvnor hobbles on through the entrance door to the arena. We cut to Sienna’s office, the GM now looking completely crestfallen. There is a knock at the door. Enter the young woman from earlier.

Young woman: Miss Harrison, I believe he is here.

Sienna: Now?

The young woman nods.

Sienna: Then why are you standing there? Get him to me NOW!

The young woman departs and the scene fades back to ringside.

West: We're back in the ring and the Natural Born Killaz have just joined us!

Harris: And the first EVER Tag Team First Blood Elimination match is underway!

First Blood Elimination
Natural Born Killaz (Jake Titan & Leon Roberts) vs Foul Play (Jason Kash & Reaver)

The bell rings and Jake Titan wastes no time going right after Reaver! The crowd roars as Titan takes Reaver up and over, to the outside with a Cactus Clothesline! The two immediately begin brawling! Kash turns to Roberts and charges at him, but Leon Roberts launches Kash over the top rope with ease! The much smaller Kash hits the ground on the outside, cursing in pain!

West: Kash is still feeling the ill effects of his altercation with Anthony Bailey!

Leon Roberts catches Kash with a boot to the side of the head, taking Kash into the barricade! He follows up with hard shots to the back of the head and neck, but Kash-- out of NOWHERE-- twists through Leon’s punches and lands a discus elbow to the jaw! Leon is thrown against the apron by the Mark of Jason! Jason Kash raises his arm in victory as Leon checks his lip, tracing signs of blood!

BLOODIED- LEON ROBERTS

West: What?!

Harris: HAHAHAHA, YES! That’s how Foul Play rolls!

West: Per the rules, Leon Roberts is still able to participate in this match-- but I can’t imagine he’s happy about that call.

Harris: A cut lip is still first blood! AHHHH, LOOK OUT!

Roberts grabs Jason Kash by the head, throwing him face-first into the apron! He isn’t able to capitalize, as Reaver disposes of Titan with a hard Clothesline on the other side of the ring. He runs toward Roberts, taking him off of Jason with a hard running shoulder tackle! Roberts is thrown to the apron, but forces himself up, roaring in anger at the ref’s call. He captures an oncoming Reaver with a European Uppercut! Reaver staggers back and Roberts sends him twisting through the air with a Running Lariat! Reaver hits the mats outside in pain, clutching his back. He pulls himself to his feet, but he is immediately taken to the ground with a Big Boot to the temple by Roberts! Jake Titan pulls himself to his feet, smirking as Jason Kash turns around, stirring-- and he takes Jason Kash over the ring barricade with a hard knee strike to the jaw! Kash sails into the front row and the audience roars in approval, reaching out, grabbing at Kash!

Harris: Get your filthy hands off of him! Ewww... Nasty fan hands.

West: Those hands help you feed your kids, Dick.

Harris: DON’T TALK ABOUT MY SON LIKE THAT, PERVERT!

West: Leon Roberts is measuring Reaver!

Harris: ...DON’T TALK ABOUT ROBERTS AND REAVER LIKE THAT EITHER!

West: Reaver’s in trouble-- Roberts has him from behind!

Harris: How do we get away with this? I thought we were PG.

West: Full Nelson Slam onto the barricade!

Harris: Oh. Well. That’s not so dirty.

Reaver crawls across the ground, gasping in pain. Roberts wipes the thin trickle of blood from his lip and reaches into the audience, grabbing Jason Kash and bringing him up and over, into the ringside area with a Snap Suplex! Kash’s leg smashes into the bottom of the steel steps in the process and he roars out in pain!

West: The Natural Born Killaz are TAKING IT to Foul Play here tonight!

Jake Titan waits for Reaver to pull himself to his feet and then hops up onto the apron, diving off to hit Reaver with a Diving Leg Drop! Reaver’s head is crushed into the mats and while the referee checks on him, Jason Kash pulls himself up, but Jake Titan with a running start goes after him again-- going for the same high knee he hit earlier, but Kash leaps into the air and halts Titan with a Flying Forearm! Titan hits the ground and Kash lifts himself up, watching in horror as Roberts approaches him-- but Kash delivers a hard kick to the groin! Roberts yells in agony and the crowd boos, but the ref does nothing, as the move is completely legal!

Kash charges Roberts and plants him with the UTI! The back of Roberts’ head is driven into the hard ringside mats and Kash lifts himself to his feet, breathing heavily, looking down at the hurt Roberts and shoving him out of the way. He begins to rip the ringside mats from the ground on the outside, throwing them inside, exposing the bare concrete!

Harris: Kash just exposed that concrete! Those mats were already thin to begin with!

West: It could get really messy in a hurry!

Harris: That’s what he’s counting on!

Kash kneels with his hands on his knees, licking his lips as Titan crawls to his knees. Kash grabs him in a front facelock and grins into the booing crowd. He tries to deliver a Snap DDT to Titan on the exposed concrete, but Titan drops to one knee, reversing it! Kash clubs him in the back and tries to hit it again, but Titan rises upright and throws Kash over his head, onto the concrete! Kash yells out and holds his back. Titan follows up, hitting him with another knee to his jaw, but Reaver is on top of him, tackling him against the barricade! Reaver roars as he forces Titan up into his arms and delivers a Snap Spinebuster to the outside with furious velocity!

Harris: LOOK. AT. REAVER! LOOK AT THAT POWER!

West: It’s horrifying. It’s simply horrifying.

Reaver turns around as Leon Roberts climbs to his knees. Reavers motions for the end to Roberts and lifts him to his feet, only to deliver a haymaker to the skull! Roberts buckles and falls against the apron, dazed. Kash returns to his feet, grabbing Jake Titan and rolling him into the ring. Kash follows him inside and forces Titan to a seated position, delivering hard closed fists to his temples and forehead!

West: Kash is going to bust Titan wide open right here!

Titan is able to reach up over his head and catch Kash with a low Snapmare! Kash quickly, and anxiously rolls back up to his feet, and as he turns, Titan runs at him, going for a Running DDT-- but Kash shoves him to the mat! Kash leaps into the air, going for a double stomp to Titan’s face-- but Titan rolls away! He scrambles to his feet and as Kash pivots, he catches Titan with a Sleeper Slam! Titan sits up and Kash nails a Running Neck Snap! He mounts Titan and begins to unload on his face with right hands, but Titan covers up!

Harris: Fight like a man, Jake!

West: This is wise by Jason Kash!

Reaver climbs into the ring, motioning for Jason to lift Titan up. Jason does and Reaver runs at Titan for a Clothesline-- but Titan counters with a Drop Toehold that sends Reaver face-first into the turnbuckles!

West: That might’ve done it!

While Reaver holds his face in pain, the referee drops down to check on him. Titan smirks down at the fallen Reaver and turns around-- into a kick to the gut from Kash! Kash hoists him up in a suplex position before dropping him down with the Impact Brainbuster, the Domebuster! The crowd roars for the maneuver and Kash motions for the end. He swings, as if swinging a steel chair, and leaves the ring to snatch one from the timekeeper. He enters the ring and throws the chair to the ground. Kash places Titan’s face on the chair and slowly rises to his foot--!

But he’s distracted as the referee hops to his feet, signaling that Reaver has bled! The camera pans to Reaver, where small blots of blood drip from his mask to the canvas!

BLOODIED- REAVER

West: Reaver’s been cut open!

Harris: Ahhh, look out for Jake Titan!

Kash turns away from the referee and back to Titan-- but it’s not Titan that’s up. He’s been rolled aside and Leon Roberts grabs the steel chair, swinging for the fences, smashing it into Kash’s skull! Kash goes stiff and falls back against the ropes... Rebounding into a second shot! This time, Kash is leveled! Reaver returns to his feet...

West: Kash is down! Two shots right to the skull!

Harris: But he’s not bleeding! That’s what matters!

The crowd is in a frenzy behind Roberts and he motions for Kash to get up, going for a third strike.

West: This may do it!

Roberts swings at Kash-- but Kash ducks! The chair sails from Roberts’ hands and he turns into a Dropkick from Kash, followed by a Back Suplex from Reaver, who roars out into the audience after doing so, followed by maniacal laughter! Reaver lifts Roberts up again, and drills him to the mat with a Short-Arm Lariat! Roberts is grounded due to the maneuver and Kash lifts the chair up. Roberts turns-- and Kash swings the chair, catching him in the skull again! Roberts is thrown to the ground, dazed. Kash tosses the chair down and turns his attention back to Jake Titan...

With a clearly exposed steel chain wrapped around his wrist, Titan punches Kash between the eyes! Kash hits the ground and the referee checks him for a few seconds... Reaver makes a lunge for Titan, but he meets the same fate!

Harris: He calls that the Pimp Hand!

...And the referee hops to his feet, signaling for the bell! The crowd erupts and Jake Titan slowly rises to his feet!

Paige: Here are your winners... THE NATURAL BORN KILLAZ!

West: Whooaa--oh my God!

Harris: How’d they pull this off?!

West: I don’t know, but they’re celebrating with the entire country of Chile tonight!

The Natural Born Killaz have already exited into the crowd, slapping hands with the fans, grinning down at the ring at Kash and Reaver as they climb to their feet. Kash, like Roberts, seems to only have a minor cut... While blood can clearly be seen trickling from beneath Reaver’s mask. In the stands, Leon Roberts wipes blood from the surface of his intensified wound, but waves down at Foul Play.

West: Tonight, the Natural Born Killaz emerge victorious!

Harris: Other tag teams, be on notice.

As Natural Born Killaz continue to make their way through the crowd, both of them are approached by none other than Hannah Storm.

Hannah: Jake... Leon... On top of that impressive victory, I've got good news.

Harris: Like they need anymore.

Leon and Jake look at Hannah Storm, who smiles at the two of them.

Hannah: Congratulations. You're the two newest members of APW Thursday Night Overdrive.

Their music hits again and the crowd roars as Titan and Roberts celebrate alongside them after the announcement.

West: What an addition! Overdrive gets its first draft pick of the night!

We fade to commercial as the Natural Born Killaz continue to celebrate with the Chilean audience.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a NO DISQUALIFICATIONS outside the ring…

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

Paige: Introducing first from Los Angeles California and weighing in at 220 pounds… JACE SAVAGE!

The ominous organ tones of Ozzy Osbourne's Mr. Crowley begin to play over the loud speakers. As the organ comes to an end and the heavy guitar comes in 'Sensational' Sampson Cyprus enters and stands atop the ramp. He is big, 7 feet tall maybe but beginning to stoop. His body is thickly muscled through the arms, neck and shoulders.

Paige: And his opponent from Reno, Nevada weighing in at 260 pounds… SAMPSON CYPRUS!

A wild mane of hair that was once blonde but is now more white adorns his head. He wears a frayed, red, three quarter length robe trimmed in dingy white. He stands at the top of the ramp for a few moments. He looks focused, maybe a touch amused before beginning the march down to the ring…

No Disqualifications Outside of the Ring
Jace Savage vs. Sampson Cyprus

West: And it looks like Jace is not wasting ANY time here folks!

As Jace got near the ring, Savage ran and leaped over the top rope, crashing down on Sampson hard. He throws wild lefts and rights into the face of Sampson as the crowd goes absolutely wild!

Harris: Call it a hunch, but I don’t think we’re going to get any kind of technical wrestling match here tonight.

Jace gets off Sampson and whips him hard into the ring apron. He charges with some hard shoulder blocks. He grabs his head and goes to toss it into the ring post but Sampson elbows out of it and kicks him hard in the Gut! Sampson shoves Jace hard into the barricade and unloads with a big forehand chop that has the crowd groaning in pain. He hits another and another before Jace starts to fight out of it. But Sampson ducks a hard right hand and hits a short arm clothesline. He pulls Jace back up, Grabs him, and with all his might whips him hard down the ringside and RIGHT into the ring steps. The stairs explode as Jace collapses in a heap cloaked in metal and the crowd boos loudly.

West: WOW! Jace could have broken every bone in his body and this match has been ridiculous so far!

Harris: And I think it’s only gonna get more and more brutal as it goes on. These two wanna destroy each other.

Sampson smiles at the boos coming his way and picks up one of the stair halves and backs up a bit waiting for Jace to get to his feet. He charges full speed but Jace drops and hits a drop toe hold. Sampson goes down face first, his head bouncing off the stairs he’s holding. The crowd cheers loudly.

West: What a crazy counter there by Jace and Sampson is not feeling all that great about his decision to bring the stairs into it!

Jace slowly gets back to his feet shaking off the brutality of this match a bit and grabs Sampson. He whips him off to the side before pulling him back to himself picking him up and spinning into a SPINEBUSTER SLAM on the steel steps. The crowd begins a HOLY SHIT CHANT!

Harris: JESUS! Sampson is clearly not going to be left with any semblance of a back after this match!

Jace rolls on his ass and sits there, surprised at what he just did. He slowly gets to his feet, stumbling around and tries to shake off this match. He grabs Sampson and slowly pulls him to his feet and attempts to roll him into the ring. But Sampson, blood trickling down his forehead, elbows Jace a few times in the ribs and begins throwing hard rights and lefts, sending him stumbling back. Sampson connects with a big Boot out of nowhere, and Jace goes tumbling down hard. Sampson smiles and yanks him back up. He grabs him by the arm and spins around a couple times for momentum and then Tosses him into the barricade…. But Jace manages to stop before hitting it….

BAM!!!!

West: WHOA!!!! Sampson just speared Jace THROUGH THE BARRACED! They literally broke it in half!

Harris: I hope Sienna Harrison paid her insurance bill this quarter.

The fans scatter, those that don’t get trampled that is, when the big man bursts through and both men go down hard. The fans start cheering loudly As the ones around them are pushed aside by security guards. Sampson is the first up, though shakey. He starts stomping away at Jace, brutally beating the hell out of him. The crowd begins booing again. HE hooks him for a Brainbuster on the floor, but Jace shakes through it and drops to his knees for a low blow. He then is handed a chair by a fan and BUSTS it over the head of Sampson Cyprus. He then pulls up Sampson and they begin to head back to the ring. Sampson begins fighting him off but Jace bounces Sampson’s shoulder and head off the Steel post. He then whips him over into the announce table.

West: Hold on, hold on! We need that!

Harris: GET OUT OF THE WAY!

Jace is right there and rolls Sampson up onto the announce Table. He is quick to follow and pulls him to his feet looking to drop him with a DDT. But Sampson pulls out of it and knees JAce in the gut. He lifts him high on his shoulders looking for a powerbomb as the fans get to their feet. West and Harris run to the other side, abandoning their headsets. But Jace punches Sampson hard, dazing him, grabs his head and LEAPS OFF WITH A FALLING DDT!!!

The Table SHATTERS!
Shane and Dick fish out their headsets from the rubble.

West: JESUS CHRIST!

Harris: WE needed that! Sons of bitches!

Slowly Jace gets to his feet and drags Sampson to the ring and pulls him up, slidding him in.

West: THEY’RE IN THE RING! For the first time since this match has started, they’re in the ring.

He follows in and makes it to his feet as the crowd cheers loudly. He grabs Sampson and hits a Belly to Belly Suplex. Jace hits his knees as the crowd cheers trying to get over to his opponent. He pulls him up one more time. He hooks him in an inverted Head lock and DROPS with a DDT onto the top of his knee. He makes the first cover of the match.

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Jace can’t believe it as he pulls Sampson back up, but this time Sampson is ready as he Brings a knee into the gut and lifts Jace on his shoulders, takes a few steps and drops with a powerbomb. He rolls off and gets back to his feet after a few seconds, shaking off the webs and pull shim back to his feet, hooks him, and drops him again with a powerbomb. He covers.

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Harris: These two trying to kill each other here tonight. This battle has just gotten started.

Sampson whips Jace into the corner and is right three. HE sets him up on the top rope and climbs up. He pulls Jace to the top rope and climbs up with him. He hooks him for a Superplex. He lifts, but Jace fights and is set back down. He pulls Sampson up and looks to superplex him to the outside…. But Sampson pulls himself back down and uses the momentum to lift JAce up!
West: NO!!! This is gonna be bad!

Sampson’s foot slips as Jace turns in the air and both men go flying off the turnbuckle and….

HIT FACE FIRST!

They bounce off the canvas, a couple feet into the air and land limp!

Harris: AHHHHH! These guys are out.

They’re not moving and the crowd is on their feet cheering. The ref starts his count.

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The ref calls for the bell!

Paige: The referee has called this match as a result of a DOUBLE COUNTOUT!

Both men are tended to by the EMT’s as they try to come back to.

West: These men have both been flattened! What's NEXT?! How much more does this Jace Savage kid have to prove?!

Harris: The kid's a beast. There's something I like about him. He's not lookin' too hot right now though...

West: While the referees and medics tend to this situation in the ring, let's take you to a message brought to you via satellite from our former North American Champion, Warren Peace!

Our monitors go black and the following text appears on screen:

The following is a home video update from Warren Peace.

Fade into them hospital room that Warren has been resting in since his attack by Sang Réal. The footage is a bit shaky as he has filmed from his smart phone. After displaying the hospital room he turns the phone around and focuses on himself. He is covered in bandages and most of his body is in a cast.

Warren Peace: Alright APW fans, members of the revolution I wanted to update you on my condition. I'm sorry about the poor quality, but they won't let a crew film me in here. I'm not going to get too into all of the Dr. mumbo jumbo, but I feel it's necessary to let everyone know how I am doing and when I will return, because I will return.

I have a broken leg, and torn ligaments. I have had a few surgeries to fix the soft tissue and nerve damage. I have four broken ribs, a bruised spleen, my liver was affected by the fall, and I was lucky enough to only have a severely bruised skull. They had thought it was fractured based on early test results, but have been unable to find any cracks in my skull with x rays.

I have had migraines non stop since the attack and have been having trouble sleeping. Sitting here in the hell of this room has not done me any favors.

This is a hotel were old people go to die, this is not where I belong.

I belong in the ring, competing and raising the flags of victory.

I suppose that that is the worst part of all of this is not being there. We made so much progress toward a better APW and I was looking forward to finally getting my chance to take back the North American title from the Guv'Nor. That British BLEEP better hold onto the strap until I get better, because there is only one person worthy enough to keep it warm for me and that is the Guv'Nor.

Now the Doctors have been insisting that I will not make it back to the ring any time soon. They are telling me a recovery could take up to a year, and that's with physical therapy. I will tell all of you the same thing I told them and that is...No, that is unacceptable. If I was called upon tomorrow to compete I will find a way to do it.

So now, not only am I missing out on competition, having to sit and watch the Guv'Nor defend my title against unworthy opponents, and I am missing the super show Draft. I wasn't drafted last time, but thought for sure I was next in line.

Now that may be jeopardized as well.

Sang Réal may claim that I brought it on myself by demanding the handicapped match, but this isn't the result of a match. This is the result of an attack followed by another attack, when the two of you couldn't get it done between the ropes. You put my life in danger, you have jeopardized my future in this business.

You're new in town, and I think just about everyone else knows what's coming you're way, but I want to make things very clear to the two of you, so that there isn't any confusion.

I am going to get out of here. It may be days, weeks, months. I can't say for certain, but when I do. I am coming for you. And I am going to personally assure that the both of you go through what I have been going through.

I am going to hurt you.

That's the only legal way to say it. I am going to hurt you bad. I am going to beat your skulls until they are dry from blood, I am going to break every bone in your body, just as you tried to do to me. And when I am done and your fading into rigamortus I am going to bury you.

And when I wash my hands clean of your "royal" blood you will see that it is no different than mine, or anyone else's. And your clock is getting smaller by the day.

I will return soon APW, keep the revolution going strong for when I return to lead you, we will all bathe in the wicked blood of the Royal Sang Réal...

The video fades to black, to roars from the crowd.

The scene opens backstage with Shadow standing in his locker room. He stands there wearing his big black trench coat over the Eclipsed Sun T Shirt. Shadow smiles from behind his sunglasses and speaks.

Shadow: Miss me?

His eyebrows quickly pop up.

Shadow: So, it's SangReal. From the French word royal blood. Is that right? Shut the *beep* up. You're like a broken record. Boys, I knew your fathers. They don't remember me. I'll tell you why. Pussies black-out their worst nightmares. Big monstrous dark forces that that beat the crap out of them.

He pauses and leans toward the camera. Like he is breaking the fourth wall.

Shadow: Get it?

Back upright.

Shadow: Holy Grail. Bullshit. That's what I'm up against this week? Damn, I can't wait to take out the trash one more time tonight during the MELTDOWN MEGASHOW. I know, I know; You bucks have said your are permanently Meltdown, although we know it's not because of your 'eugenic skill'... *COUGH!* Royal Blood*COUGH!* ...but that's what all them other twats thought too.

One hand on his chest with a "sincere" look of apology on his face.

Shadow: OH, I apologize. I haven't introduced myself. I'm Shadow. You know, the monstrous dark force that your pure soaked panty-waste fathers were so traumatized they repressed me.

Questioning the camera.

Shadow: So what the hell are you two piss-ants doing on Meltdown? I mean with all your 'esteemed' family connections, you couldn't pull a few strings and get an Overdrive slot? And you want to go for the Tag Belts exclusively? Son, the tag belts are not exclusive to Meltdown. Tag champs can come from any brand.

Shaking his head and muttering a muted expletive.

Shadow: Now don't get me wrong. I respect Meltdown. When I came to APW I was on Meltdown. I'm old school like that. I earn my way. I earned my way cleaning house on Meltdown about a year back. I relished my time on Mondays. Nothing made me happier than kicking the crap out of chumps like you.

The most loud and enthused sarcastic voice he can vocalize.

Shadow: So go on and tell be all about your family again. They seemed like a such a swell group of guys. Let's see, pussy, pussy, addict and child molester. Damn, your families sure set the bar high for everybody didn't they? No wonder you consider yourself the cream of the crap. It's freaking pathetic. I mean, I really looked for ways to make fun of you. But you two chuckleheads are just a walking joke. Look at you...with your goofy beards and stupid haircuts. Is that supposed to impress me?

Leans his head back and bellows.

Shadow: Hell No!

Back to his normal voice.

Shadow: And I really wish I was too. I mean. I watched you guys debut against Warren Peace and what's his name? You guys won that, dominantly too. But let's face it the following week you two couldn't pull your heads out of each others asses long enough to get the win. I was expecting something a with a little grandeur from the two of you. Really, a steel chair? I mean a disqualification is usually just one persons fault. But No! That genius Krown was the idiot who tossed Murphy the weapon.

Sarcastic voice again.

Shadow: And the temper tantrum you threw after the match... brilliant. See I now know what kind of guys you are. You're just a couple of co-dependent c*BEEP!*. You can't do anything alone; jeez, you boys say the classroom was where you were? More like the bedroom you sick bastards. I'm sure you two self-important sons of bitches are not giving me much thought but I want to let you in on a little secret. I love handicap matches.

Big smile

Shadow: Sure, call me a sadistic bastard but I like beating on two people at the same time. It's the challenge the prospect presents that draws my attention. I am the kind of person who likes to go looking for a fight. So needless to say, when they phoned me back home and told me I was booked on the Meltdown MegaShow in a two on one I was pretty pleased...at first.

Smile fades.

Shadow: I've been Jonesing for this for a hell of a long time. And this is what I get? "Player...playa" in the same description? Gentlemen, perhaps that silver spoon up your ass made you forget, you know about 'accents' in words. And alphabetically checking out chicks? Good to know you two keep the organizing simple. We wouldn't want you two straining yourself anyway.

Smirking.

Shadow: I understand things have changed. You're not here tonight, gentlemen, and that's fine. I want you fresh. I want you ready. I want you to know that every ounce of pain you feel when this match is over, was caused by me, so next week, we GET our match. You go handle your family emergencies... But next week, the world gets Shadow vs-- YOU two. Class is in session boys and I'm Calling Roll: Heckle, Jekyll? Great everyone's here. Let's start the lesson!

The camera fades out.

West: Well, for personal reasons, Gabriel Krown and Connor Murphy couldn't be here with us in Santiago tonight, but they will face Shadow next week! I can't wait!

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

The shows goes backstage to where Michael Jennings is standing by as the crowd roars with approval. However Jennings seems a bit melancholy as he begins to address the audience.

Jennings: As many of you who follow APW know, over the past few weeks I've said a great many things. Some of it has to do with the word hypocrite and calling various performers here in APW hypocrites. The definitions of the word vary but the most common usages are a person who indulges in hypocrisy or a person who puts on a false appearance of virtue. Now there's a lot of people like that in this business. As many of you know from his time here in APW my father Trevor Jennings was one. But after what happened today with my uncle's passing and the information that has come out about my family I've come to one major realization...

I am the biggest hypocrite of all.

The APW fans don't know how to react to this statement.

Jennings: Now as you all know I'm an honest man, a man who tells the truth and I feel the need to tell the truth about this. There's a reason I despise people like the ones I grew up around. I come from a background filled with preppy snobs and rich douchebags so I chose on my own free will not to be like them. My uncle lived a lavish life and was a multimillionaire. The news media reported that I have three million in my bank account. However that information is...accurate. As much as I want to deny it the fact is that it's true. I AM A HYPOCRITE...just not as much as others. Think of me as Pope Francis. I have a lot of money but live a modest lifestyle. Basically I'm an average Joe, middle class, hard working type of guy who doesn't act like how he should given my background. That's me. That's the real reason I don't care about championships, looks, money, or any of that bullshit. Because I don't want it and don't need any of it because all that material stuff is for idiots who can't think of any way to get over in this business that doesn't involve those things.

This comment draws cheers.

Jennings: Tonight I beat the crap out of one of those type of people. A man by the name of Ellis Graham. I'm sending you to the morgue where you belong and fans, I have a special surprise for you when I walk out to the ring. And no it's not London Carter's ugly head on a stick or other props from a Gwar concert. It's going to be awesome. Trust me. And Ellis, I'll show you what's real tonight and what's real is that your ass is getting kicked in that ring.

Jennings walks off to cheers as the scene fades out.

We cut to the backstage area where Sienna Harrison nervously bites her lip.

Sienna: You-- you HEARD her say the Guv'Nor was here, right?

Tyler looks up, over his book again. The face of Anthony Bailey stares back at Sienna from the book cover, earning a chuckle from the crowd.

Tyler: Yes. Yes, I heard it.

Sienna: Where is he?!

Tyler: Ummmm...

Tyler Harrison places two fingers to either side of his head, visibly "straining" before he sighs and shrugs.

Tyler: Couldn't quite reach him. This telepathy thing isn't what it used to be.

Sienna glares at him... But simply groans in frustration and buries her head in her arms.

Sienna: Whyyyy... Goddddd...




"Real Deal Theme" plays, accompanied by an obnoxious amount of canned cheering, which only intensifies the crowd's urge to counter it with "real" booing.

Four cameramen, two on each side, funnel out of the entryway, then turn back and face their cameras to the entryway as Ellis Graham steps through, carrying his "Reality Heavyweight Championship" belt over his left shoulder. The paparazzi furiously take pictures as Graham smugly walks past. Behind him, a video cameraman from his reality show follows him, filming his entrance into the ring area.

Graham walks over to the timekeeper's table and drops off the RHC belt, then rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. His show's cameraman blends in with the others as the music fades out.

West: Graham looks ready for this Grudge Match.

Harris: I hope he beats the hell out of Jennings tonight.

West: Wait…what’s going on?

Right when Michael Jennings is supposed to come out instead the lights fade out and the lights are turned to the stage where Pharrell Williams is standing there to the shock and surprise of the crowd.

West: Looks like we’re getting lucky tonight!



“Get Lucky” by Daft Punk featuring Pharrell Williams is performed on the stage. About halfway through the performance Michael Jennings appears with a big grin on his face as the crowd roars.

West: Jennings looks ready tonight especially after that stunt he pulled yesterday.

Harris: He should be fined and suspended for what he did to Ellis Graham at Mayhem.

Michael ignores the fans who are cheering him and continues to the ring with a walk of determination and a look of hate on his face. He looks like he wants to hurt somebody. The crowd cheers him as he enters the ring and starts posing as Pharrell finishes his performance. Once he finishes performing the crowd erupts as Michael claps in the ring and takes off his new ring jacket as well as He goes over to his corner and waits for the bell to sound. Soon after the bell sounds and the match is under way.

Grudge Match
Michael Jennings vs "The Real Deal" Ellis Graham

West: Match time.

As soon as the bell sounds Jennings chases Graham out to the floor. Graham runs around two sides of the ring before rolling back into the ring. Jennings acts like he’s going to go in after him but instead stops himself, waving his finger in a no motion at Graham who is angry that his plan didn’t work.

West: Graham tried to sucker Jennings in and it didn’t work.

Harris: Yeah you gotta wake up pretty early in the morning to outsmart Jennings.

West: I have to agree with that.

Jennings walks over to the steps before climbing them and getting back into the ring. They circle each other before tying up. Nobody gets the advantage so they break it up. However once it gets broken up Graham slaps Jennings and then runs out of the ring but Jennings just stands in the middle of the ring laughing about it.

West: Jennings thinks all of this is funny and isn’t falling for Graham’s mind games.

Harris: I hate to say it but this is not the right strategy for Graham to be using against this guy. This guy is a master of psychological tactics and mind games. Not the guy to be using this tactic against.

Graham takes his time on the floor and is really stalling at this point which is getting the crowd all wound up. Graham turns to argue with some fans as Jennings sees his opportunity. He quickly climbs out of the ring and grabs Graham’s hair from behind before ramming his head into the railing. The crowd loves it as he does it two more times. Graham stumbles around only to get clotheslined down to the floor. The crowd cheers as Jennings pulls Graham to his feet and rams him into the ring post.

West: Jennings is on the offensive now.

Harris: He’s always offensive to everyone.

Graham falls to the floor as Jennings pulls him up to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Jennings goes for a cover but as the ref goes down to make the count he pulls Graham up and shakes his head.

West: Jennings doesn’t want to win this quick. He wants to punish Graham.

Harris: He is nothing but scum and this shows exactly why.

Jennings pulls Graham to his feet before performing a standing dropkick that sends Graham back down to the mat. Graham is now begging off as Jennings stalks him. Jennings goes to grab him but Graham grabs him by the top of his tights and pulls him into the turnbuckles. Jennings hits chest first and stays knocked out on the turnbuckles as Graham goes over and starts clawing at his face. The ref gives him a five count to break it. Graham breaks at four before nailing him with four forearm smashes to the back. He then pulls Jennings down to the mat before posing to the boos of the crowd.

West: Ellis Graham now in firm control.

Harris: Are you surprised? Because I’m not.

He then pulls Jennings to his feet and lifts him up for the Dealbreaker. Graham grabs Jennings into the Ellis Island and is going for the quick victory.

West: Graham going for a quick victory now.

Harris: YEAH! BREAK HIS BACK, ELLIS!

Jennings doesn’t want to submit. Instead he tries to power out of it as the crowd cheers him on. He powers out of it to the roar of the crowd!

West: Jennings isn’t giving up!

Harris: He is a fool. Graham is going to break his back and I hope he does.

Graham didn’t let go and sits back applying more pressure to the hold. Jennings again tries to power out but then realizes it’s not going to work so he tries going for the ropes. On his third attempt he reaches the bottom rope as the crowd cheers him on.

West: And he made it to the bottom rope.

Harris: He took the cheap way out.

Graham lets go of the hold and starts arguing with the referee. This allows Jennings to get to his feet and shake off the cobwebs. Graham goes for Jennings once he sees he’s up to go for a roundhouse right only to have Jennings duck it and back drop him over the top rope and down to the floor to the roar of the crowd!

West: Jennings with a tide turning move just now. Boy did he send Graham flying.

Harris: He should be fined and suspended for doing things just like that!

Graham gets to his feet and crawls back in under the bottom rope as Jennings is now a house of fire. He lands a bunch of right jabs in a row before whipping Graham into the ropes and nailing him with a Spear. Jennings then rises to his feet and lets out a primal scream as the crowd cheers him on. He then starts stomping a mudhole in Graham before the referee pulls him back. Jennings then looks like he’s going to attack again but stops before signaling that he’s going to end it. He then pulls Graham to his feet and nails Graham with his new finishing move the Sonic Screwdriver! The crowd cheers as he covers Graham, hooking the leg.

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Paige: Your winner Michael Jennings!

West: Big win for Michael Jennings tonight.

Harris: The man is a hypocrite. He said it himself earlier tonight.

West: In any event Jennings is riding a wave of momentum through APW at the moment and is one of the top rising stars in this company.

Jennings climbs out of the ring and heads to the back to the cheers of the crowd as Graham stumbles to his feet and is helped to the back by the referee. As Jennings reaches the back, cameras catch up with him, and the crowd roars as he's approached by none other than Hannah Storm!

Harris: Hah, she's busy tonight.

Hannah Storm: Michael, congratulations on your victory tonight! And... Congratulations on being the NEWEST member of the Overdrive roster!

The camera cuts to a shot of the roaring fans as they hear the announcement. We return backstage where Michael Jennings can be seen being greeted by several of APW's producers and crew members, being congratulated.

West: Well, congratulations to ANOTHER Overdrive Megastar-- Mike Jennings!

Harris: First the Killaz, now this? It's a jungle on Thursday nights, Shane!

We fade to black on the congratulatory scene.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

The scene opens up somewhere backstage where setup is a nice blue metallic casket to which dozens of roses sit in front of on a table with a beautiful portrait picture of both Aubrey J. Parker and Logan Alexander together with smiles and a side picture of them in a ring. Into the picture comes the trio in “The Dying Breed” as Bailey, Williams and Hopkins are in black suits as Hopkins sports black shorts in place of dress pants. The trio stand spaced out in front of the casket and the detailed layout.

Anthony Bailey: Tonight, you will witness the end of a certain tag team. As talented as they are, all that they have done the past few months has led to what is in store for tonight’s end result. Hurt or not hurt, The Dying Breed will take care of business. The tag team of “M&M” will be deceased.

Jair Hopkins: The talking is finished. Aubrey has been the mouthpiece for quite some time. Tonight, me and Anthony, we will put closure to this team. At one point, there was a level of respect for Aubrey and Logan but after all that Aubrey has done, there is no such word as respect when it comes to them. Hurt or not hurt, Dying Breed will take care of business!

William D. Williams: My brothers tonight will deliver the goods. The APW World Tag Titles will remain where they are and the name will remain a constant in the tag division. Aubrey has done her worst to gain attention. Well, she got attention she wanted. Those that predicted that tonight will be the last of us as a tag team, they will be proven wrong.

Jair Hopkins: Logan, congratulations. You were the sole winner of your team last night. You managed to defeat four others including my brother, ‘The Smooth One’, William D. Williams. Enjoy that moment because that is all the sunshine you will get. Success will not come your way tonight. Aubrey, you’re damn right I’ve grown violent, unstable. It’s what happens when you push a man of my position to the edge. Don’t push me ... Cause I’m close to the ... eddggeeee....

Jair takes a moment to let it sink in before continuing.

Jair Hopkins: Almost two weeks ago, I was in a hospital, tonight I’m here in Chile about to go in that ring with partner in a match that stands unknown. The fans want to see this come to an end in a special way. It lies in their hands to what match it will be. I’m the fresh guy in this battle as both Anthony and the team “M&M” went through hell last night. Our chemistry will work out in a way that will both give us that advantage in winning. Logan can say all he wants but I know, I know the truth. He’s a victim. A victim of Aubrey J. Parker. He’s wrapped around her fingers, to her every command. I know what you can do Logan, we’ve seen your work in the ring, by yourself. Most may have overlooked your skills but I believe after last night, you set them straight.

Anthony Bailey: I’m not the one that needs to be saved Logan. YOU are the one that needs saving. You’ve been blinded for so long standing behind Aubrey, you’ve grown predictable with what you say. You’re no hero Logan. You stand beside the devil.

William D. Williams: We model ourselves as ‘street sweepers’ of the APW. Ridding of the villians in the company. You two are getting ‘sweeped’ tonight. Not swept under the rug but into the trash can. Logan needs to open his eyes more. He gets the opportunity to do so when that final bell rings. He’ll see everything much clearer.

Jair Hopkins: Save yourself. Run like hell if you choose. In the end result, I doubt it gets you very far. You can try and extend time by running in circles but you’re going to have to admit to failure once again, twice in a row. We only attack when provoked, like Gators. You want to mock us, make fun, we’ll wait for your mistake ... and make you regret it.

Anthony Bailey: Goodnight Aubrey. Goodnight Logan. Farewell M&M!

The three takes one last glance at the visual behind them as they walk off behind each other as the cameras cut from that area.

We fade to the backstage area where the crowd boos upon seeing Sienna Harrison, who sending a text to somebody before lowering her phone and sighing loudly. She turns her attention to Tyler Harrison-- who earns a slightly more positive response from our Chilean audience-- and he is still deep into Anthony Bailey's book.

Sienna: Tyler.

Tyler: Yes-er?

Sienna: Where the HELL is the Guv'Nor?

Tyler: I don't know, sis.

Sienna: Tyler.

Tyler: Yes-er?

Sienna: ...Where's M&M?

Tyler looks up from his book for a moment and blinks.

Tyler: Well. If history is any indication, then they're probably right outside the--

SLAM!

The door opens and the crowd roars in a mixed reaction as Logan Alexander stands in the doorway, a look of amusement on his face as his eyes fall on Sienna Harrison, while Aubrey J. Parker leans against the doorframe, keeping her eyes locked on the General Manager.

Sienna: Nevermind.

Logan looks over to Tyler offering a nod.

LA: Hey Tyler.

He then looks back to Sienna.

LA: You called boss?

Sienna holds a hand up, silencing Tyler before he can greet the number-one contenders with a friendly response.

Sienna: I did. I um... First of all, congratulations, Logan, of M&M... of the SINDICATE... ahem... For your Tap Out Title win! We, at Meltdown, couldn't be more pleased! Yaaaaaay, Logan...

Sienna leans forward, eyes narrowed.

Sienna: Is Terry with you?

Logan rolls his eyes at her less than heartfelt praise.

LA: Does that really matter?

Sienna: Yeeee... No. Um. Look. This is a big deal, tonight, okay? If you lose, you CANNOT compete for the Tag Team Championships as long as Dying Breed hold those titles. And that could be a long time. You realize that M&M is on the shelf indefinitely if you lose this match... You realize it, right?

Logan rolls his eyes again.

LA: No. Somehow over the last few weeks since we signed that contract that particular thought seemed to have escaped my mind.

He glares at Sienna pointedly.

LA: Can we just come to the point of this? We do have more important things to deal with tonight.

Sienna looks past Logan and toward Aubrey, who meets her glance with a cold glare. Sienna smirks and looks at Logan again.

Sienna: Two things. One... Dying Breed wants you in the ring, before the match, tonight. They have some things they'd like to discuss with you.

The crowd roars at the statement and Aubrey just scoffs at the statement.

AJP: So we can get ambushed? As if, bitch.

Sienna: ...And WHEN you go out there to greet each other, I will be announcing the final draft pick. One that all of you might be quite interested in. But Aubrey, if you guys lose tonight, you WILL shake Anthony Bailey's hand. I'm calling your bluff, and I'm making it official.

Again the crowd roars, and Aubrey looks visibly ill for a moment but trades it for a look of confidence and crosses her arms.

AJP: That's cute. But it's unnecessary. We'll leave with those titles tonight.

Logan looks to Aubrey.

LA: If the Dying Breed wants us out there, let's go see them. What do we have to worry about?

Aubrey looks a bit uncertain as she glances up but Logan, but she shakes her head.

AJP: Yeah. Screw it. Let's go.

Sienna looks between the two of them with a small grin slowly stretching across her features.

Sienna: Great. See you out there.

Logan glances back at Sienna.

LA: I'm sure of that. You've never been one to not stick your nose where it doesn't belong.

Sienna's smile fades a bit, and she narrows her eyes at M&M as they slowly depart from the doorway, out into the hallway. Tyler finally raises a hand and calls out to them.

Tyler: Good luck, you guys!

LA: Thanks Tyler. Keep your sister out of trouble.

Tyler: Hah! I--

Sienna shoots Tyler a glare and he chokes on his words.

Tyler: A... Haaa...

We fade away from the scene and return to ringside.

“Never Gonna Give You Up/Smells Like Teen Spirit” hits the speakers, and former Asylum General Manager Reginald Schmidt makes his way out to loud boos from the crowd. He hangs his head in shame as Bambi accompanies him down to the ring.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the former General Manager of Asylum, Reginald Schmidt.

West: Last night, Reginald Schmidt faced off against Stefan Raab in which control of APW Asylum was on the line. To say that this match was anti-climactic would be an understatement.

Harris: It’s not just an understatement, Shane, it’s an undisputable fact! Heck, we could show the whole match again before Reginald and Bambi even get to the ring!

The screen shifts to a replay of the match between Stefan Raab and Reginald Schmidt at Mayhem.

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!

As the video comes to a close, Reginald and Bambi are in the ring. Reginald has a mic in hand, and he waits for the boos to subside a bit before beginning to speak.

Reginald: Ladies and gentlemen, I do not blame you for booing me. Last night, at APW Mayhem, I let each and every one of you down. And not just you fans, but all the men and women on the Asylum roster. Because last night, I let myself get beat by the slimiest weasel this business has ever seen, none other than “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab!

The fans boo even louder at the mention of Raab. A loud “RAAB SUCKS! RAAB SUCKS!” chant gets going, but it does nothing to lift the mood of Reginald Schmidt.

Reginald: And because I lost to the slimy weasel, APW Asylum is no more. Because I lost, two Sundays from now, you won’t be seeing APW Asylum on the Food Network. No, instead, you will be exposed to Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania. For this, I am truly, deeply sorry…



Before Reginald can continue, he’s interrupted by the sound of Linkin Park’s “Wretches and Kings.” The crowd is absolutely livid as Raab struts out in a suit and black bow-tie. He has an extremely smug look on his face as he heads down to the ramp with a mic in hand. His music stops, and he begins speaking as he reaches the middle of the ramp.

Raab: Reginald Schmidt, there is no reason for you to be sorry, because you have given these people the greatest gift they could ever receive in their sad, pitiful lives, and that is the gloriousness that will be Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania, live in two weeks!

West: Boy am I glad we won’t have to be ringside for that!

Harris: You’re telling me, brother!

Raab continues to make his way down the ramp, still talking as he reaches the ring steps.

Raab: Of course, Reggie, was there ever any doubt going into our match last night that you were going to lose? I think not! After all, you are nothing compared to The Killerplauze! Nothing!

Reginald: Listen, Raab, I know that I had no business getting into that ring with you last night. I’m a lover, not a fighter, as Bambi can attest to!

A look of disgust flashes across Bambi’s face as she shakes her head.

Reginald: Sorry, Bambi! I didn’t mean to insinuate that we were anything but good friends. Still, Raab, you beat me last night, fair and square. And since I am a man of my word, I have no choice but to step aside and allow you to take control of Sunday Night Asylum.

Raab: You mean Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania. And that is correct. You have no choice in the matter at all! I knew from the moment that I goaded you into the match that my glorious day would come! I knew that Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania would cease be just an idea in my head, and that it would become a reality!

The boos are coming on thick as Raab has an arrogant grin across his face. At this point, Reginald gets on his knees and clasps his hands together, pleading with the Mad German.

Reginald: Please, Raab! You’ve got to give me one more chance! Everybody hates me now! My wife is ashamed of me, my kids won’t talk to me, and all people have been telling me the past 24 hours is how big of a screw up I am!

Raab: As well they should. But why should I give you another chance? You know for a fact that things will turn out just the same way they did last night at Mayhem, with me beating you in record time! And while it would be very fun for me, it would be no challenge. So no, Reginald, you will have to live with the consequences of your actions, or lack thereof, at Mayhem. You get no second chances!

Reginald: Please, Raab! Please! I’m at your mercy! I’ll do anything for one more match!

Reginald scuttles on his knees towards Raab, wrapping his arms around Raab’s legs, hugging him, crying, begging, and pleading.

Raab: You really are a pathetic worm of a man…

At this point, Slayer’s “Raining Blood” hits the speakers, and the crowd explodes as President Jeff makes his way onto the stage with a mic in hand! Raab has a pissed off look on his face, and he glares at Jeff as the Prez begins to speak.

President Jeff: Reginald, get up to your feet. You’re embarrassing yourself. Secondly, Raab, while you did defeat Reginald last night to get the right to run Asylum, I will be damned if I let you turn it into your own personal show!

This gets a loud pop from the crowd.

President Jeff: Whether you like to admit it or not, Raab, you are not nearly as big a deal as you think you are, and you’re certainly not a big enough deal to hijack one of my shows to make it your personal playground! No star in APW is bigger than APW! So in two weeks, at Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania, I’ll let you have your fun, I’ll let you get control of the show for one night. After all, you did win the match that Reginald so foolishly accepted. But you’re going to have to earn the right to keep control, because I’m putting you in a match…

Raab: The Main Event! I must be in the Main Event!

President Jeff: Don’t you dare interrupt me again. And sure, you can be in the Main Event, whatever. But in two weeks, you will be defending your right to run Asylum against a former General Manger…

Raab: Who? Max Carter? Steve Beckett? You again? I already beat you, Jeff! And I can beat you again!

Jeff is obviously annoyed at Raab’s interruption, but doesn’t skip a beat, continuing on.

President Jeff: Try none of the above! You opponent at Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania is BIGGS!



“Spaceman,” by The Killers, hits the speakers, and the fans explode as Biggs emerges from the back. He’s clad in a dark blue suit jacket, with white feathers on the shoulders and a white shirt & blue neck tie. Biggs and Jeff shake hands and give each other a quick bro hug, while Raab is freaking out in the ring.

West: Biggs is back! We haven’t seen him since his Hell-in-a-Cell match with Level-One at RassleMania!

Harris: How’s his headache? I mean after taking the Canadian Destroyer off the top of the Cell, that is!

Raab: You can’t do this to me! Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania is my show!

President Jeff: Looks like I just did! Enjoy Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania while you can, because I don’t think it’s going to last very long!

“Spaceman” plays again as Biggs and Jeff exit back through the curtain, leaving Raab shocked in the ring. Reginald and Bambi both have looks of glee on their face as Raab begins to throw a temper tantrum!

West: This is quite the development! President Jeff is looking to set Stefan Raab back in his place, and he’s enlisted the help of Biggs to do so!

Harris: Listen, I dislike Raab as much as the next guy, but the fact of the matter is that he won a match with the stipulation that he gets to run APW Asylum. This sets a bad precedent for other stipulation matches from here on out…

The Meltdown Mega Show cuts to a commercial break with Raab still losing it in the ring.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

As our cameras return from commercial, Black Keys' "Money Maker" is playing over the PA system. Sienna Harrison stands in the center of the ring with a smirk on her face and an eyebrow perked as her music fades.

Sienna: ...Are you guys ready to find out who the next draft pick is?

She smirks again as the crowd roars at the statement. Sienna nods and gestures toward the Action Tron.

Sienna: Ladies and genlemen... Your NEWEST addition to...

There is a drumroll.

Sienna: Thursday Night Overdrive...

There is a pop from the crowd, and the drumroll continues.

Sienna: TOMMY KNOX!

The crowd boos as Knox' image, with Niobe Martin visible in the background, appears in still-frame on the Action-Tron. Sienna applauds, though most of the audience shows their utmost disdain.

Harris: No respect. Any of them!

West: ...THEY have no respect? Knox has no respect-- and I don't think he'll get away with treating Alexander Duvall the way he's treated everybody he's met on Monday Night Meltdown.

Harris: Psssh!

The image fades and the camera returns to Sienna.

Sienna: So let's get down to business... I would like to introduce all of you to the APW Tag Team Ch--

"Raising Hell" by RUN-DMC hits the PA system and the audience immediately erupts into a chorus of boos as Aubrey J. Parker furiously stomps out from behind the curtains, down the ramp, with Tap-Out Champion Logan Alexander a few paces behind, a calm smile on his face.

Parker hops up to the apron, glaring at Sienna from behind the ropes before she slowly enters the ring, looking up at her former boss for a long, long few moments. The crowd boos as Aubrey J. Parker snatches the microphone from Sienna, who simply folds her hands in front of herself, watching M&M with a raised eyebrow. Aubrey whips her head away from Sienna... purposely thrusting her hair into Sienna's face in the process... and raises the microphone.

AJP: We don't do second billing, and anyone who thought that we WOULD... doesn't know us very well. Dying Breed doesn't get the special, lovely introduction- WE do. Your new Tag Team Champions do. So... the introduction that you were gonna give them... the one that they don't deserve... give it to us- no- NO, even better.

I want YOU to announce us as the greatest tag team of all time, Sienna Harrison. YOU. Do it.

Parker thrusts the microphone back into Sienna's chest and the crowd explodes in a mixed reaction. Sienna narrows her eyes at Parker and takes the microphone, glaring at her and Logan.

For a moment, Sienna looks disgusted by the thought, but soon clears her throat and forces a clearly artificial smile, raising the microphone.

Sienna: L--

AJP: No. Hell no.

Parker grabs the microphone from Sienna and the crowd boos loudly again. Aubrey looks like she is nearly shaking with rage as she looks at the General Manager.

AJP: I think Logan has some issues that he'd like to address before you say anything. Issues with YOU. Issues with this entire damned establishment. LOGAN, ADDRESS YOUR GRIEVANCES!

Aubrey turns and shoves the microphone into Logan's chest instead. Logan accepts the microphone and looks around at the crowd as they continue to boo. He raises the mic, but pauses lowering the mic slightly. He looks back at Sienna.

LA: Actually, I don't think I really have anything left to say to the boss.

This seems to draw a surprised reaction from both Aubrey and Sienna.

LA: We've been over this all before. You know what my issues are. I'm not going to worry about about sorting them out with you. I'm just going to continue to do what I want regardless of what you or everyone else wants.

He looks to Aubrey and tosses the mic back to her, then moves back to a corner, leaning in against it and just watching the two of them.

AJP: Logan, wh-

Sienna takes the microphone back from Aubrey and places a hand on Aubrey's cheek, sarcastically, which Aubrey immediately slaps away, glaring at her longtime nemesis. Sienna rolls her eyes and takes a step back, raising the microphone.

Sienna: Tonight... Not only does the losing team fall out of contention as long as the winners hold the Tag Team Titles, but if you lose-- if YOU lose, Aubrey J. Parker, then you have to own up to what you've said over the past few weeks. You have to shake Anthony Bailey's hand in the middle of this ring.

The crowd roars at the announcement and Aubrey visibly twitches at the comment.

Sienna: So... let's bring them out, without further ad--

AJP: NO!

Parker snatches the microphone from Sienna again and the crowd boos their collective heart out.

AJP: You haven't done ANYTHING we've asked you to do!

Sienna snatches the microphone back.

Sienna: Yes I did. I gave you your Tag Team Title rematch. What ELSE can you complain about? Hm, 'babydoll'?

The crowd chuckles at Sienna's mockery of Parker, and Parker just glares at her. She starts to respond, but suddenly the lights dim and "The World is Yours" hits the PA system and the South American audience goes bananas. Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins slowly make their way to the ring, with one microphone each in hand. Acknowledging a few fans with some sporadic high fives, The Dying Breed never take their eyes off of M&M. Entering the ring, AJP looks at them both in disgust as Bailey playfully smiles at her before speaking.

Anthony Bailey: For crying out loud woman, do you ever know when to shut your mouth and just keep quiet?!

The crowd bursts into laughter as Aubrey turns beet red while Logan is on guard making sure she doesn’t prematurely strike Bailey.

Jair Hopkins: So what’s it gonna be huh? Are you willing to humble yourself and shake Ant’s hand when, not if, you two lose later on tonight? The look on your face when that happens brings me joy just thinking about it.

Fuming, AJP once again snatches the microphone away from Sienna.

AJP: YOU WILL NOT WIN! GET THAT OUT OF YOUR THICK SKULLS RIGHT NOW YOU BEEEEEEEEP!

The crowd continues to boo AJP as Logan tries to calm her down.

Anthony Bailey: As my new catchphrase relays, only the guilty get offended. Just take a step back and look at this whole situation. Look at who is all provoked and worked up and look at who is cool, calm, and collective.

AJP: How can I stay calm when I’m standing face to face with such a lying bastard and his friend who looks like he should’ve been an extra in Coolio’s “Gangsta’s Paradise” music video?

Offended, Hopkins is ready to pounce on AJP but Bailey holds him back as she smiles.

AJP: Only the guilty get offended, boo.

AJP drops the microphone into Sienna's hand and she laughs.

Sienna: Um. Hey. Let's get a ref out here! A PARTNERSHIP IS ON THE ROCKS TONIGHT!

With that, Sienna Harrison exits the ring and marches backstage while the referee sprints past her, toward the ring!

West: Right here? Right now?!

Harris: This is it! It's like prom! I'm so nervous!

Sienna: The fans have spoken, Anthony, Jair, Logan... little Aubrey... The fans have chosen... TABLES. LADDERS. AND CHAIRS!

West: Oh--

Harris: My!

The camera pans to the ring and then pans upward, revealing the Tag Team Championships being lowered down to about 15 feet above the ring by a noose!

Main Event - Tables, Ladders, and Chairs - APW Tag Team Championships
The Dying Breed © (Anthony Bailey & Jair Hopkins) vs M&M (Logan Alexander & Aubrey J. Parker)

Our bell rings and the four competitors all look up toward the dangling APW Tag Team Championships for a moment... and Aubrey J. Parker’s eyes lower first. She darts toward Jair Hopkins, but he scrambles out of the way in the knick of time, and both members of the Dying Breed turn their sights on Parker, who is quickly backed into a corner. Aubrey looks around for an exit, and offers a broad smile to the Breed, but Hopkins grabs a handful of her hair! Bailey turns back to Logan-- but he’s clobbered with a hard right hand to the jaw. Bailey falls to his knees and Logan grabs Hopkins around the waist, pulling him away from Aubrey and landing a German Suplex! Aubrey immediately rolls from the ring.

West: And Aubrey J. Parker is already heading for the hills!

Harris: No-- look!

The crowd cheers as Aubrey throws the ring apron up and immediately retrieves a ladder! She hoists it up and waits for Bailey to climb to his feet, sliding the ladder over the bottom rope and into his ribs! Bailey stumbles back and Aubrey thrusts the ladder forward, catching him in the jaw! Bailey falls to his back and Aubrey holds the ladder, waiting for Bailey to get up again... But as Logan Alexander lifts Hopkins up for a second German Suplex, Hopkins hits a hard elbow to Logan’s jaw!

West: Counter!

Hopkins grabs Logan around the neck and hits a Bulldog to him on the edge of the ladder, sending the other end catapulting upward into AJP! Parker is thrown back from the shot and lands hard on her back, clutching her ribs! Logan tries to shake the cobwebs out as well, but Hopkins hits the ropes and comes back, leveling Logan with a Running Spinning Elbow! Logan is thrown to the ground and Bailey climbs to his feet, helping Hopkins drag the ladder to the middle of the ring. The two seem prepared to set it up, but as they see Logan climbing to his feet, they rush him, driving the ladder into his sternum, sending Logan over the middle rope and to the outside!

West: Dying Breed just cleaned house!

Harris: Stop wasting time! Set up the ladder! That’s the Sindicate out there!

West: I thought they were M&M.

Harris: That too!

Hopkins and Bailey successfully set up the ladder in the center of the ring. Bailey steadies the ladder as Hopkins begins to climb, but both stop as Aubrey J. Parker starts to slide back into the ring... But slides back out as Bailey rushes to her. On the other side of the ring, Logan Alexander climbs onto the apron, and Bailey charges at him as well, but Logan hits him with a shoulder thrust through the ropes followed by a Sunset Flip Bomb! AJP slides into the ring next and grabs Hopkins off of the ladder by the waist of his tights! He drops to his feet and swings at Parker for a Clothesline, but she ducks and shoots the ropes, coming back at Hopkins for a Flying Forearm! Hopkins hits the ladder back-first and Parker grabs him by his hair, slamming his head backwards into the ladder! The ladder falls from the impact and Hopkins drops to his knees, in time for the revitalized Logan Alexander to charge forward and hit a stiff boot to the temple! Hopkins drops to the mat and Logan yells for AJP to set up the ladder, which immediately starts to do, dragging it back to the center of the ring.

West: This is good strategy! Logan is holding off the Dying Breed while he encourages Aubrey to climb that ladder. Aubrey is suffering from a broken rib, Bailey went through a hellacious no-disqualifications match against Jason Kash yesterday, and Hopkins was nearly incapacitated by Reaver here earlier tonight-- Logan has taken it upon himself to handle the offense for his team here!

Harris: I bet Terry Marvin went over strategies with them before this!

Aubrey begins to nervously climb the ladder, and Logan throws Jair Hopkins over the top rope, clear to the outside of the ring! Logan holds the ladder steady for a moment, watching as Anthony Bailey climbs back up to his feet. Logan rushes Bailey and delivers hard knees to his gut until he backs into the ropes, followed by knife-edged chops-- but Bailey delivers a lightning-fast European Uppercut that stuns the Tap Out Champion! Logan stumbles back and Bailey runs at Logan going for a Tornado DDT!

West: He’s about to plant Logan Alexander here--!

Logan shoves Bailey off and Bailey lands on his feet, unable to catch his balance before Logan drills him to the canvas with a Spear!

Harris: Nearly took Bailey right out of his--

CRACK! CLANG!

The crowd roars as Jair Hopkins smashes a steel chair into Logan’s back, twice! Logan falls to his knees and a third shot to the back takes him face-first to the mat. Hopkins turns and looks at Parker who is near the top of the ladder, looking down at Hopkins with wide eyes... but she climbs anyway, reaching up and tugging at the Tag Team Title belts!

West: She’s going for it!

Hopkins abandons the chair and quickly climbs the ladder, meeting Parker with a hard shot right to the ribs! Parker cries out in pain and Hopkins nails Parker with a forearm to the jaw! Parker reels back, but fires back with a closed fist! Hopkins teeters, but quickly shakes off the impact and grabs Parker by the hair, though she seems to have the same idea, grabbing Hopkins’ hair-- though he overpowers her due to sheer size and throws the both of them from the ladder, going for a Facebuster! Parker hits the ground hard and Hopkins rolls away from her, but observing the three fallen bodies around him, quickly pulls himself up and moves to the ladder, fighting through the pain to climb as quickly as possible!

Harris: And now Hopkins is going for it, the cheat!

West: CHEAT? How?!

Harris: You can’t punch a lady in her broken rib!

Hopkins reaches up and the crowd roars as both of his hands touch the championship gold! He begins to reach up, trying to unhook one of the belts, but stops as his ladder is jerked... And then shoved!

West: He’s going down!

Hopkins catches himself as Logan Alexander shoves the ladder over. He lands on his feet, but as he turns around, Logan Alexander lifts him for a Flapjack while Aubrey J. Parker seems to peel herself off of the mat with a millisecond to spare, leaping up and nailing the Makeunder to complete the Full Facial! The crowd pops for the team’s signature maneuver and Aubrey glares down at Hopkins, still clutching her ribs-- but doesn’t notice as Logan is taken to the ground from behind with a Diving Reverse DDT from Bailey, onto the steel chair Hopkins had introduced! Parker spins around and Bailey hits her with a Dropkick that sends her between the ropes and to the outside! Parker writhes in pain on the mat and Bailey lifts the chair up, watching as Logan Alexander climbs to his feet.

Bailey holds the chair in his hands, shaking as he glares at the Tap Out Champion. Logan pulls himself to his feet-- but as soon as he turns around, Bailey smashes the chair across his skull! There is a loud drone from the crowd as a result and Bailey throws the chair down. He checks on his partner for a second before glancing toward the ladder lying in the corner. Bailey pulls the ladder to the center of the ring, erecting it beneath the championships before he begins his climb!

Harris: And they’re going right for the belts, every time! I like it! End it quick! Get in-- get out!

West: Remember, the team that loses this match CANNOT get another Tag Team Title shot as long as the winners have the titles! If Dying Breed wins this, M&M is out of luck until their reign is over! And who KNOWS how long that could be?

Harris: You think they don’t know that?!

West: And there... Bailey’s got that ladder set up!

”WE WANT TABLES!!”

”WE WANT TABLES!”

”WE WANT TABLES!”

Bailey ascends the ladder, but is slower than Hopkins was in the climb.

Harris: Bailey’s injuries are catchin’ up with him, I’m telling you!

Bailey climbs to the top of the ladder, looking over his shoulder at the fallen Logan, and then reaches up, hooking his hands around the championship belts!

West: Bailey’s about to rip down those Tag Team Titles! He’s got them!

Harris: This one’s over!

The camera pans out, however, as members of the audience start to rise to their feet. We see Aubrey J. Parker pull herself onto the apron. She pulls down the top rope and springboards off, onto the ladder, only inches from the top rung!

West: What?!

Harris: TELL ME she’s not impressive!

Parker is able to lift one foot high enough to hit a roundhouse kick to Bailey’s skull! Bailey falls from the top of the ladder and crashes to the mat! Parker’s momentum forces her to slide down from the ladder as well. She pushes it aside as Bailey climbs to his feet, while Logan stirs behind her. Bailey stumbles to a stand position-- and Aubrey J. Parker gets low, using all of her strength to lift Bailey for a Flapjack while Logan leaps into the air and nails the Stryke Force, driving Bailey to the mat with an assisted Cutter! The crowd roars for the second variation of the signature maneuver and as M&M rise to their feet, Aubrey quickly observes both Hopkins and Bailey in their grounded states and looks out to the crowd, which has grown deafening, letting the competitors know what they want.

Aubrey looks around at the audience before marching toward Logan and slapping him on the chest. She screams into his face.

”LOGAN!”

Logan glances around, an amused smirk on his face before shoving Parker back, screaming ”WHAT?!”

Parker takes a few steps back, pointing to either side of the ring, to the delight of the audience.

”GET THE TABLES!”

West: Where have I heard that--

Harris: Here we go!

M&M exit the ring on either side, each of them retrieving a table from beneath the ring to the delight of the audience!

West: And this might be the only time you hear these fans on M&M’s side during this whole tour.

Harris: Of course-- everyone cheers for the Megastars that have wood!

Both of them enter the ring with tables. While Logan leaves his by the ropes, he assists Aubrey as she sets a table up in the corner. Both of them make their way toward Hopkins, who is climbing to his feet first, but Hopkins explodes from the ground and goes for a Double Clothesline, but Parker is able to duck out of the way! Hopkins turns and Parker rushes him, going for a Shining Wizard, but Hopkins catches her and delivers a modified Sit-Out Spinebuster! Parker clutches her ribs in pain again and Hopkins forces her up into a front facelock! He drives a knee into Parker’s gut and lifts her up for the Lifting Inverted DDT, but Parker is able to spin out of it, landing on her feet, backing away from Hopkins. Logan leap-frogs Aubrey and takes Hopkins down with a Flying Front Dropkick, but as he climbs to his feet, Anthony Bailey shoots the ropes behind Logan and rebounds, hitting a Springboard Savate Kick as Logan turns! Logan falls to the mat and Aubrey looks nervously between the members of the Dying Breed as they close in on her.

West: Nowhere to run! Nowhere to hide!

Harris: Let her go!

Parker decides to try to fight out of it this time, running for Bailey first, catching him with a high knee to the temple that sends him stumbling back, but he covers up, and Hopkins grabs Parker from behind around the waist! Parker fights wildly, throwing elbows back, landing flush, but Hopkins overpowers her with a massive Release German Suplex that sends Parker rib-first across the fallen ladder! Parker screams out in agony and Anthony Bailey forces Parker to her feet, immediately locking her in a Rear Naked Choke, similar to Logan’s Revised Chaos Theory!

West: Anthony Bailey told Parker last night that he was going to choke her unconscious! And-- as barbaric as it seems, that MIGHT be the best way to keep the number one contenders down!

Parker struggles in the move, but Hopkins charges her and hits a low Dropkick to the temple! Parker’s eyes roll into the back of her head and she fades in the move while Bailey wrenches the hold. Hopkins, unable to control his anger, stomps at the exposed ribs and sternum of Aubrey J. Parker.

Harris: Oh, come on! Are we supposed to cheer for THIS?!

West: Well... When you’re pushed as far as Bailey and Hopkins have been--

Harris: No. They’re choking and stomping a defenseless, injured woman!

West: In a certain perspectiv--

Harris: No. This isn’t wrestling! This is an attack!

The crowd reaction seems to become skewed as Hopkins drops knees across the hurt ribs of Parker, though she doesn’t seem to be struggling at this point. Bailey releases the hold and the two members stand above the fallen Parker, embracing the mixed reaction from the audience. Parker lies, barely moving on the mat, rolling onto her stomach, seemingly in a daze as the Dying Breed hoist her up from either side, turning her toward the table propped up in the corner.

Harris: I bet you want me to cheer for this too.

West: Would you be complaining if Aubrey or Logan did this to the Dying Breed, Dick? Stop playing favorites.

Harris: No, I wouldn’t, because they aren’t a buck-thirty soaking wet, with broken ribs!

West: I’m not going to get into a battle of moral ethics with you. Let’s call the match. Please.

Dying Breed start to charge Parker to the table, but Anthony Bailey is tripped out of nowhere and caught in an Ankle Lock by Logan! Hopkins staggers, falling with Parker. Anthony tries desperately to crawl away from Logan, and Logan twists the ankle to an uncomfortable, disasterous angle-- but Hopkins drops an elbow across Logan’s back before delivering hammer-fists to the base of his neck and back of his skull. He forces Logan up and together, Hopkins and Bailey launch Logan Alexander back-first through the table set up in the corner! The crowd roars as the wood explodes in every which direction. M&M lie in a heap in the corner and Dying Breed clap their hands, removing the “dust” from their palms before Bailey turns and lifts the ladder. He makes his way to the middle of the ring-- but Hopkins shakes his head and stops him, ordering him to prop the ladder up in the corner.

The two seem to have a dispute about it for a moment before Bailey begrudgingly sets the ladder up in the corner. Hopkins grabs Aubrey J. Parker by the hair and yanks her to her feet, whispering something into her ear before throwing her, roughly, spine-first into the ladder. Hopkins makes his way to the opposite corner, before sprinting across the ring with a battle cry and sandwiching Parker between himself and the ladder with a Stinger Splash! Parker sinks to her knees, clutching her ribs, coughing violently from the pain.

Harris: Shane.

West: ...What?

Harris: You like this?

West: ...Excellent Stinger Splash on Parker there by Hopkins! Unorthodox use of that ladder! Can Dying Breed pull off a victory here in Tables, Ladders, and Chairs?! Only time will tell! We’ll find out when Meltdown returns, NEXT!

Harris: We’re out of commercials, you idiot. The only thing on TV tonight is domestic violence!

Bailey motions for Hopkins to set the ladder up, but Hopkins yells “no!” again. He drives a knee down into Aubrey’s back, though Aubrey J. Parker doesn’t appear to be fighting back anymore. Bailey nervously raises a hand up, ready to address Hopkins, but Hopkins lifts Parker up and positions her for a front facelock. He drives a knee into her gut and...

...Bailey pulls Parker away, casting her aside. Hopkins looks up at Bailey with a look of rage-- and confusion. Bailey sighs and points to the title belts hanging in the air. He turns and erects the ladder in the center of the ring and begins climbing, but pauses as he sees Hopkins reach down to force Parker to her feet again...

SPEAR!

Logan Alexander Spears Hopkins! Hopkins rolls over his shoulder and to the outside of the ring from the impact of the move! Logan, clearly enraged, rushes the ladder as Bailey climbs down, and nails Bailey with a Running Calf Kick! Bailey hits the ground, but as soon as he returns to his feet, Logan Alexander lifts him onto his shoulders, turning, driving him to the mat with a Death Valley Driver! Logan hops to his feet, roaring into the screaming crowd, his face blood-red.

West: Logan Alexander just came UNHINGED!

Logan lifts up the ladder and swings it wildly, catching the returning Bailey in the temple! Bailey is thrown from the ring from the impact and Logan throws the ladder down, following him! Logan lifts Bailey to his feet and with a mighty roar, charges him face-first into the steel post! Bailey’s head collides with the steel and he collapses to the ground! Logan, in a frenzy, reaches under the ring, ripping out everything he can find-- one steel chair, two steel chairs, a ladder, another steel chair! The crowd goes wild, and Logan lifts up one of the steel chairs. He screams for Bailey to turn around and as Bailey does, Logan sprints forward and swings the chair, catching Bailey across the skull!

West: GOD!

Harris: Justice! Justice!

Logan stalks Jair Hopkins as Hopkins climbs to his feet, and he rushes him, lifting him up into his arms, screaming out again as he charges forward and dives down, driving Hopkins into the steel steps! The stels separate and Hopkins rolls over the bottom half of the steps, to the floor. Logan grabs Hopkins and drops him with a Neckbreaker on the bottom half of the stairs! He drops down and begins to unload on Hopkins with right hand after right hand! The crowd is unsure of how to react, but after seconds, Logan stops, and seems to realize the situation. He eyes the Tag Team Titles, and he moves into the ring.

West: New Tag Team Champions... I can feel it!

Harris: Logan’s setting up that ladder. He’s ready to end this.

Logan positions the ladder beneath the championships and begins the climb-- but he’s grabbed.

West: What now?!

Aubrey J. Parker, pulling herself to her feet, utters one dry cough. Blood is clearly visible on her tongue, and on her lips. She grabs Logan, pulling him close and yells at him as Hopkins had done to Bailey earlier!

Harris: No! No, Aubrey, this is stupid! End it! You’re RIGHT THERE!

West: She doesn’t want it to end like this! Aubrey J. Parker wants retribution!

Parker slides out of the ring and picks up the ladder Logan had dropped earlier. She positions it so it’s suspended from the bottom of the ring to the ring barricade, acting as a platform! The audience roars as they observe her positioning and she turns toward Anthony Bailey, forcing him to his feet, breathing heavily. Aubrey coughs in her attempts, blood shooting from her mouth each time, though she grins in spite of it. She Irish Whips Bailey and he collides throat-first with the ladder, falling to the ground!

West: Bailey is DOWN!

Grinning at her damage, Parker picks up one of the steel chairs and watches as Jair Hopkins begins to pull himself up. Parker breathes heavily, spitting blood to the side as she waits. Logan watches intently from the inside and Parker rushes Hopkins jumping into the air, but placing the steel chair beneath her feet as she hits a low Dropkick to the side of his head! Hopkins rolls onto his back, dazed, and Parker immediately grabs his leg, sliding the steel chair around his ankle... and applying the Sugar & Spice Leg Bar! Hopkins immediately sits up, yelling out in agony!

Harris: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what are these competitors DOING to each other!?

West: Jair Hopkins is locked in the Sugar & Spice with that chair! THAT is how Kaylyn James Evans was injured at the hands of M&M five months ago!

Hopkins briefly taps, but quickly realizes that it’s futile. He writhes in pain and Parker bounces, trying her best to snap his leg... before she finally relents, pulling away, glaring down at him. She rolls into the ring, breathing heavily, and Logan quickly goes back to sturdying the ladder. He begins to climb one side while Aubrey J. Parker climbs the other.

West: Folks, Jair Hopkins might be out of commission here...

Harris: That chair cut into his shin! There’s blood everywhere-- I think I like it.

Aubrey and Logan both reach the top of the ladder, and both of them reach up, touching the Tag Team Titles...

West: M&M’s gonna take the gold! Dying Breed could be put on the shelf indefinitely!

Anthony Bailey rushes into the ring, pushing the ladder over, to the delight of the crowd! Parker hits the ropes, bouncing down to the mat below, and Logan Alexander sails over the top rope, crashing through the ladder that Aubrey set up between the ring and the barricade! The crowd explodes as Logan lies in the mangled, fractured remnants of the ladder.

”HOLY SHIT!”

”HOLY SHIT!”

“HOLY SHIT!”

West: LOGAN ALEXANDER HAS JUST BEEN DESTROYED!

Harris: Was that a murder attempt?! I think so!

Anthony Bailey lifts up the ladder, holding it like a javelin as he sees Parker climb to her feet. Bailey runs at Parker, but she moves out of the way, running at Bailey to hit a Shining Wizard! Bailey drops the ladder and falls to the canvas! Aubrey J. Parker reaches for the table that has been lying idly in the ring for a majority of the match and lifts it. She holds it steadily as Bailey climbs up, and runs forward, smashing the table into his skull! Bailey hits the mat and Aubrey begins to furiously set the table up in the center of the ring! She forces Bailey onto the table, hammering furiously, angrily, maliciously with straight, stiff right fists to the jaw and skull of the Tag Team Champion! Parker backs into the corner and pushes herself up to the middle rope, before pushing herself up to the top rope, teetering as she glares down at Bailey!

Harris: Aubrey’s taking a little too much time here...

With a shriek, Parker leaps from the top rope, connecting with a double leg-drop to the ribs of Bailey, sending him crashing through the table! Bailey lies in a heap in the wreckage of the table, and again, the crowd goes into a frenzy! Aubrey J. Parker pushes herself off of him, clutching her ribs, letting out a scream of agony. She spits more blood onto the canvas and reaches for the ladder, pulling it up.

West: Is it time?!

Aubrey J. Parker sets the ladder up, and nods to the crowd, whether they are booing or cheering. She leans against the ladder, taking a deep breath and begins to climb.

Harris: IT’S TIME!

Parker climbs, rung by rung, and the crowd grows louder as she comes closer to the top. Beneath her, Anthony Bailey begins to stir.

West: Hopkins is grounded! Logan Alexander is incapacitated! Aubrey J. Parker is CLIMBING! CLIMBING!

Harris: And that jerk, Bailey is stirring!

Anthony Bailey pulls himself up using the bottom rungs of the ladder, and through the pain, begins to crawl, pieces of wood still falling from his body as he climbs the ladder on the opposite side of Aubrey. Aubrey reaches the gold...

...But Bailey stops her with a shot to the ribs. Aubrey grunts, but she tugs at the belts again! The belts begin to come loose!

Harris: SHE GOT IT!

West: No! Not quite!

Anthony Bailey strikes Aubrey again in the ribs. Aubrey hunches over and screams loudly in pain-- screaming so loudly that Bailey begins to fall back. Aubrey, counting on it, hits Bailey with hard, quick shots to his jaw. Bailey begins to teeter back... Aubrey reaches up again, grabbing both titles-- and Anthony reaches up, grabbing them as well!

Harris: What’s Aubrey doing?!

Aubrey allows herself to dangle from the belts and she throws herself back from the ladder, then swings forward again, kicking the ladder, hard into Bailey! Bailey begins to fall, but he grabs onto the rung and swings back, temporarily losing his footing on the ladder! Again, Aubrey swings back, then forward again, kicking the ladder into Bailey! Bailey hangs from the belts by one hand!

West: These two are dangling fifteen feet in the air!

Harris: I’ve never seen anything like this!

Bailey uses his lower-body strength to kick the ladder hard into Aubrey J. Parker! She hangs by one arm this time, and the crowd roars as she starts to fall-- but switches hands at the last moment, catching herself! She screams as her ribs are stretched, and Bailey kicks the ladder into her again...

...But again Parker kicks the ladder into Bailey! Bailey’s actions slow...

...And Parker kicks the ladder into him once more.

West: Bailey--!

Bailey reaches up, grabbing the belts with both hands again, but Bailey, with one more final cry, shoves the ladder forward with both feet, catching Aubrey right in her injured ribs! Aubrey falls from the championships, crashing to the ground beside the ladder! Bailey drops down to the mat, landing on his feet, and then on his back...

...With the APW Tag Team Championships in hand!

West: DYING... BREED!

Harris: Filth!

The bell rings and Santiago erupts as “The World is Yours” hits the PA system. Anthony Bailey lies in the center of the ring, seemingly in a mixture of shock, and complete physical agony as the referee raises his hand from his supine position.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen... Your winners... And STILL the Action Packed Wrestling Tag Team Champions, Anthony Bailey, Jair Hopkins, THE DYING BREEEEEED!

West: Somehow! SOME WAY, Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins have prevailed!

Harris: This was... This--

West: And now, M&M has to pay up! Aubrey J. Parker has to SHAKE Anthony Bailey’s hand! She made the claim!

Harris: I don’t think it’s right!

Jair Hopkins slides back into the ring, but seems unable to stand after the effect of the match. Bailey uses all of his effort to help Hopkins to his feet, handing him his Tag Team Championship, but Hopkins is forced to sit in the corner, watching, resting as Bailey holds his title above his head, earning a pop from the crowd.

He then turns to Aubrey J. Parker as their music fades. Parker is being tended to by the referee, while other referees tend to Logan Alexander, who is shakily returning to his feet on the outside.

Parker sits on her knees, her head down, hair covering her face, arms around her ribs.

”SHAKE HIS HAND!”

”SHAKE HIS HAND!”

”SHAKE HIS HAND!”

The ring is cleared of all weapons and wreckage as Parker, hair still covering her face, continues to sit, breathing heavily on the mat.

West: AJP is taking her sweet time here--

Harris: Give her a BREAK! Give her a second! She’s getting to it!

Finally, the referee tries to help Parker to her feet, but she screams at him! The referee dives out of the ring for safety, backing to the barricade. Aubrey J. Parker finally rises to her feet, brushing her hair back behind her head, revealing the blood-covered scowl that she shoots in the direction of the Dying Breed.

West: Parker may be suffering from internal bleeding. I think we need a doctor out here.

Harris: Oh-- NOW you care about the safety of our women?

Parker places her hands on her hips and looks at the outstretched hand of Anthony Bailey. The crowd erupts as Bailey smirks at her, holding his hand out for a handshake.

West: It was a great match... Nothing to be ashamed of on either side... Just shake his hand.

Parker stares at Bailey’s hand for a long time, several different emotions crossing her face as she stares down at it.

West: She said she would...

Aubrey J. Parker seems to completely freeze. Her breaths stop. Her eyes stop moving. She looks at Bailey’s hand for a long, long moment in time... Before she takes his hand, delicately in hers, and gives it one shake. The crowd explodes at the gesture and Parker turns, immediately exiting the ring. The Dying Breed’s music hits again, and the crowd pops as Bailey and Hopkins hoist their titles into the air.

West: Well, there ya go! Was that so hard?!

Harris: Painful!

Aubrey J. Parker walks a few paces ahead of Logan Alexander as they make their way to the back. She slows her descent and Logan matches pace. Aubrey stares ahead in silence for a moment before wrapping her arms around Logan’s arm, walking with him up the ramp and toward the back.

West: As long as Dying Breed have those championships, M&M can’t compete for them! But I can think of one team that can if tonight is any indication... And their name... Their name is the Natural Born Killaz..

Harris: God help the Dying Breed.

We’re back in Sienna’s office. The GM is pacing nervously; Tyler Harrison is still trying to read his Anthony Bailey autobiography, but he’s not exactly in circumstances conducive to concentration.

Sienna: Where is he? How long can it take to walk from the parking lot to my office?

Tyler: It’s a big arena. Besides, I thought you said Knox was gonna be the final pick. Not Guv'Nor.

Sienna: Stop making excuses for him!

Tyler shrugs his shoulders with resignation and tries to get back to his reading. There is a knock at the door.

Sienna: Yes!

She straightens her suit and adopts a formal, composed manner. She’s disappointed when its the young woman.

Sienna: What now?

Young woman: Er, it’s The Guv’nor.

Sienna: What about him?

Young woman: He’s heading to the ring.

Sienna: WHAT!

Sienna dashes for the door. The crowd pop.

West: The Guv’nor is coming our way--- where will he draft? It’s coming next!

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

We return to show inside the arena, where Sienna Harrison stands in the ring with a microphone.

Sienna: Good evening Santiago!

There is a lukewarm response to that cheap pop.

Sienna: It’s been another magnificent Meltdown Supershow, brought to you by yours truly. You are all very welcome.

More jeers from the crowd.

Sienna: I know educational standards in third world countries are low, but didn’t your parents teach you good manners?

More booing.

West: I’m not so sure this is the best way to ingratiate yourself with an audience.

Harris: Bunch of ungrateful, backwards, inbred yokels the lot of them.

Sienna: But tonight has been a fantastic night. We’ve seen some fantastic matches, and the best is yet to come. We’ve also witnessed the latest live Meltdown draft, and seen some exciting moves take place. But there is one man I know you are all eager to know the future destination of. A man who has captured the hearts of you all. A man who has proved himself a formidable wrestler, and one of the most dominant North American Champions of all time.

West: Am I really hearing this right?

Harris: Is Young Mannie here tonight? It must be him--- who else could she be talking about?

Sienna: Yes, as much as it pains me to admit all of this, I have to concede our biggest draft of the night has proven himself worthy as the #1 pick. So without further ado, and I know you are back there, I introduce to you, on his final night as a Meltdown megastar, the APW North American Champion....THE GUV’NOR!!!

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

“Original Nuttah” plays and the crowd are on their feet as The Guv’nor hobbles out onto the ramp. He pauses to absorb the crowd’s reaction and makes his way to the ring, although it’s evident each step is a difficulty.

West: Last night at Mayhem The Guv’nor went to war with Robina Hood. That’s right, it wasn’t a match folks, it was an all out war. The Guv’nor surviving a 15ft fall from the top of the cage to be here tonight still the North American Championship.

Harris: I don’t think we’ve ever seen such a brutal encounter under the Meltdown banner. I thought at one point they were going to kill each other.

The Guv’nor climbs into the ring, milks the crowd’s reaction with celebratory poses in each corner. When it’s all died down he takes a mic, but it’s Sienna who speaks.

Sienna: Guvnor, let me be the first to publicly congratulate you on the victory last night. It was a great match, a fabulous spectacle, and another highlight of why Meltdown continues to be among the best wrestling products in the world toda-

Guvnor: Aw leave it out, sweetheart!

Sienna is caught off guard by Guv’nor outburst.

Guvnor: Let’s cut the crap, know what I’m saying? I know you don’t like me, and it’s pretty obvious you don’t want me around. That’s kosher, princess, but do me a favour and stop all this false talk, wipe that phony smile off your face. I ain’t a mug, and neither is this audience, so don’t try and rump us with all the sweet tones and false compliments. You’re a slag, I’ve marked your card and let’s just leave it at that.

The crowd pop the speech from Guv’nor, starting up a chant. Sienna is annoyed, but Guv’nor continues to glare at her, obviously not in the mood for any games tonight.

Guvnor: You know, for three months I’ve had to put up with your bollocks, and last night I went through hell just to wipe that slimy smirk off your mug. I’ll give that pet project of yours her dues: I marked her card, but at least she had the bottle to front up. She didn’t hide last night, and although she didn’t beat me, I got no more grief with her. Our account is settled as far as I’m concerned, but one thing is for sure Robina Hood is a lot better than you; she deserves better.

West: Wow!

Guvnor: But we aren’t here to lay down what a snivelling piece of crap you are, did we? There’s business to be taken care of.

Sienna: That’s right. So what’s it going to be, Guv’nor--- Overdrive or Asylum?

Guv’nor takes a pause, as though he still hasn’t made his mind up. The crowd start up a ‘We Want Guvnor’ chant. This brings a smile to his face.

Guvnor: I ain’t going anywhere just yet.

The crowd pop.

Guvnor: Okay, I’m not giving you my decision tonight.

Sienna: What? But you have to--- that’s the rules. You must sign this contract now!

Guvnor: No I don’t.

Sienna tries to interject, but Guvnor pulls the mic away from her and tosses it out of the ring.

Guvnor: That’s better. Listen up, sweetheart, and listen good. You see I’m one step ahead of you. I’ve already spoken to President Jeff and I’ve explained the situation to him. There may be some mugs in the back so desperate for any sort of meal they take the first thing offered to them. Not me. The way I see it I don’t know jack about Overdrive or Asylum--- or Sunday Night German-Sausage-fest, whatever it’s being called these days. Why would I make a decision about the direction of my career based on the equivalent of flip of the coin?

West: You can’t argue with that.

Guvnor: What I’ve agreed with Jeff is that he gives me two weeks grace. I will visit Overdrive and Asylum. I’ll get a feel for the place. Can I trust Alexander Duvall? Will I enjoy smashing up that German slag Raab every night of the week? These are important questions I need answered, and I ain’t going to get in isolation, or detached from the environments themselves.

So I’ll see you again in this ring in two weeks, princess. Then, and only then, will I give you The Guvnor’s decision. Comprende, sister?

Guvnor drops the mic as “Original Nuttah” begins to play. He takes to the turnbuckles to pose for the crowd. Sienna gives him a burning glare the whole time.

West: The Guv’nor has two weeks to decide where he drafts--- but it looks like he is going to draft.

Harris: It’s probably not quite how Sienna wanted it, but thank God we’ll be rid of this knuckle dragger after all.

West: I’m not sure the fans of Meltdown will agree. It sounded me like the people of Chile at least wanted The Guv’nor to stay. But what I’m wondering about--- will we see the Guv’nor at Overdrive and Asylum before he makes his decision; and what kind of impact will his presence make?

Harris: I hadn’t thought of that, Shane. But you know for certain it won’t go unnoticed. The Guv’nor isn’t exactly a paragon of subtlety.

West: Thanks for joining us tonight, folks! Tonight, we have a clear picture of our APW Tag Team Championships! Tonight, we've learned that Evan McDonald, Legion, Jake Titan, Leon Roberts, Michael Jennings, and Tommy Knox have been drafted! APW has been shaken to its core! And the GUV'NOR is the biggest free agent in sports and entertainment today! What a night! What a spectacular! Thank you-- for Dick Harris, I'm Shane West. We'll see you next week when Meltdown heads back to the States for the first time since 2012!

Harris: Out.


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