Overdrive 5/30 - H(o)uston Texas

[T-Marv]

The cameras pan over the crowd as they explode for the start of the show. There are tons of crowd signs being waved all over the place.

"Envi for World Champ"

"I smelt what the Gooch was Cooking.....and it stank"

"I wore a suit for the sindicate, a birthday suit"

"AC Smith is one bad mother...."

"Who Let the Dogs Out?"

We zoom to ringside where our announcers Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase are standing by ready to call the action.

Harvey: Welcome everyone to our first POST Mayhem Overdrive!

Chase: What an event it was as well! Both AC Smith and Evan Envi managed to RETAIN their titles!

Harvey: And in our main even feature of the night Level-One defeated CJ Gates, Delikado and Michael Callahan to win the APW world title in a rather controversial fashion...

Chase: You can thank me later! Look, the Sindicate is in the ring right now.

The camera pans away from ringside and joins Felipe DeLorean alongside Kia and Violet LeWinter whom sport snobby grins on their face. The ring has been decorated for the special occasion. For starters, the one white canvas has a red carpet rolled out on top of it. A table is set out in the center of the ring with several wine glasses and wine bottles. There's also a leather couch and a television screen over one of the turnbuckles displaying some of the Sindicates greatest hits. It was quite a spectacular affair only worthy of two wrestling gods.

Felipe wields the microphone before he shouts over the booing crowd.


Felipe DeLorean: Ladies and gentlemen with the conclusion of Mayhem order has finally arrived in the APW! At Mayhem Terry Marvin retained his Undisputed Title and Level-One became the new APW World Champion which means the Sindicate now holds ALL the marbles and our take over of the APW is nearly complete! Tonight, I have invited each and every one of you peons to witness this momentous occasion in which you will get an opportunity to truly witness greatness right before your eyes, LIVE!

The camera pans around the arena and get's a close up on several fans with twisted faces booing with disgust. Many of whom refused to follow the dress code memo the Sindicate had issued to all fans early. A sign of revolt.

Felipe DeLorean: Without further adieu presenting from Asylum he is YOUR Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin!

IT's SHOWTIME!

"Hate Me Now" Hits as the crowd erupts in boos as Through the curtain walks APW Tap Out Champion Logan Alexander wearing a suit and tie steps through the curtain with his Tag team Partner Aubrey J. Parker in a beautiful dress! They step over to the right side of the stage and wait.

Next steps Christian Kane, also suited up, who holds his arms up posing for the fans as they boo at him jealousy. He glares at all of them before walking to the left. of the Stage.

Blue and silver lights hit the stage as out walks the APW Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin! Terry smirks as the boos continue to rain down. He takes his time and bumps fists with Christian Kane, then Logan Alexander, then Aubrey J. Parker.

He takes his spot in the center of the group as they all slowly raise their arms up as PYRO shoots out from all around the stage. They all smirk and slowly walk down the ramp, sharing some unkind words for the crowd sitting at ringside. They get down to the ring and each member takes a side before they all slide in at the same time.

The crowd boos as they each pick a turnbuckle, climb up and pose for the crowd. They get back down on the ring and Terry raises a microphone

Terry Marvin: So nice to see that not a single one of you adhered to the dress code tonight. But I'm in a forgiving mood, and seeing as how the rest of us already look STUNNING, I'll let it slide!

The crowd boos

Terry Marvin: At Mayhem, I did EXACTLY what I said I was going to do. I walked down to that ring and I beat TWO challengers... TWO of them FAIR AND SQUARE! And there's not a DAMN thing You people can do about it. I am the longest raining Undisputed Champion in APW history....and there's not a DAMN thing you people can do about it! And I've assembled the greatest cast of wrestlers to RULE the APW with and...you guessed it....there's not a DAMN thing you people can do about it!

The Boos drown out all sound now as the four in the ring laugh with Felipe smirking wildly.

Terry Marvin: But tonight is not my night! Tonight is not OUR night. Tune in this Sunday on Asylum for a celebration that will blow your socks off. NO! Tonight belongs to the most patient man in the history of the universe. Tonight belongs to a man who took a back seat in the SIndicate and played second fiddle so I could do my thing. And now he's being PROPERLY rewarded. This man SINGLE HANDEDLY defeated FOUR of his peers at Mayhem. This man is the REASON the SIndicate now has ALL of Action Packed Wrestling in the clutches of it's hands. Ladies and gentlemen...it is my esteemed pleasure to present to you the one... the only... the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.... LEVEL ONE!!!

''Put you on game'' by Lupe Fiasco blasts the PA system as Level-One emerges from the curtain sporting a fancy black suit and tie. He stands at the top of the ramp looking down at his APW World Title before turning his attention to his Sindicate brethren inside the ring. With a slight nod of the head he half way drops the title and begins to drag it along behind with him by its strap - an action which only further draws the ire from the Overdrive audience.

Harvey: I don't like how Level-One is treating one of the most prized possessions in APW history, Chase! It is clearly disrespectful to the greats that have held that title before him!

Chase: You mean greats like James Chambers? Jason Kash? Phil Atken? Look, Level-One is already the greatest champion to have held that belt and HE knows that HE is GREATER than IT! I can't say I disagree with how he feels at all.

Level-One approaches the ring and tosses the APW World Title right over the top rope into the ring landing beneath Terry Marvin's feet as Level-One decides to take a much classier route himself up the steel steps. The Sindicate doesn't seem to react much to Level-One's display for they had expected it but the crowd at this point is crying foul.

''YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK!''

Terry Marvin looks down at the APW World Championship laying beneath his feet as Level-One walks towards it stopping short of picking it up. Slowly, Terry Marvin lifts his head and looks into the face of the APW world champion who wields a microphone of his own and a smile on his face.

Level-One: Terry, you can stand around and congratulate me all you want but the fact of the matter is your win at Mayhem was just as big if not bigger than mine. The impression you have left on the APW with your historic title reign is something of that which resembles a black boot stomping on a face... forever.

Brother, what you have done over the past several months is truly historical and there is not a doubt in my mind that in that APW Hall of Fame museum in Toronto there's two empty plagues with our names on it and the only thing it's missing is the year in which we decide to give it all up for good. On the both of our behalves I hope that day is not one that comes anytime soon as we both have it in ourselves to compete at the very highest level of this sport and accomplish even greater things, things we cannot yet imagine Terry.

If there is anyone the Sindicate can count on to maintain this status quo, it's you Terry. I look at the Asylum roster and I realize that not one name has a damn thing to offer you when you're at your best and everyone knows it. Me on the other hand? Well, everyone seems convinced that CJ Gates can make another Christmas Wish miracle come to life again or that now that Biggs has awoken from the coma I put him in he'll somehow have my number. And Evan Envi? Apparently, this is going to be HIS year in which he should've probably started months ago...

Level-One and Terry Marvin laugh as a sign of comradery.

Level-One: Terry, on the behalf of the Sindicate I would like to thank you for all you have done for this organization. Although, it's sometimes been a rocky ride to the top of the mountain now that we are here there is no time to dwell on our struggles but merely to embrace all the great things we have accomplished together.

Together.

Level-One's eyes begin to shift past Terry Marvin as he finally acknowledges those standing behind him.

Level-One: Here we are at the greatest heights, Terry! I am looking up and I can't see how we can get much higher! We are here. We did it. Yet, as I stand in this ring today celebrating all the great things the Sindicate has done for some reason I find myself sharing the ring with three no good free loaders whom unlike us - have not went through the struggles we have and yet find themselves sharing the spoils amongst the greats?

Terry Marvin is confused as he turns around and looks at his ''NEW'' Sindicate members whom are clearly starting to feel uncomfortable. He moves past Terry Marvin and squares up with Christian Kane.

Level-One: Starting with YOU!? Who the HELL are YOU!? I may not have went out to the movies with M&M but at least I know the candy bars. You? I couldn't tell you apart from the shit beneath my shoe. You can get angry. You can mad. You can huff and puff out your chest but the fact remains you haven't accomplished a damn thing worth noting, EVER! The Sindicate has a rigorous recruitment process and it takes months perhaps even YEARS to find someone worthy enough to join this organization and yet those protocols were obviously ignored when the likes of you disgraced our good name.

Christian Kane is livid as Level-One passes over to Logan Alexander.

Level-One: And you? You just stay here. I'm going to go over and talk to your owner holding your leash, instead.''

The crowd is riled up as Level-One squares up with AJP whom won't look at Level-One in his face. Instead, she crosses her arms and looks off in the distance like a teenager being scolded by a boot camp instructor.

Level-One: And little Ms. Parker here!? She's only half way decent inside a wrestling ring and thus pales in comparison to her superior predecessors! Sure, you're kinda cute but the Sindicate isn't as nearly as shallow as these fans are here. The LeWinter sisters aren't just pretty faces - they are two of greatest strategic minds in this business - am I led to believe that you are one in the same? Well, you aren't. In fact, you've spent the last several months DENOUNCING the Sindicate and it's members on your little twitter account but now you realized we're big time and now you decided to jump on board and reek the benefits? F*CK YOU.

Terry Marvin at this point as seen enough as he grabs Level-One by his arm and gets into his grill.

Terry Marvin: You need to slow down right now, Lester! You do NOT disrespect fellow Sindicate members like that! What are you doing!?

Level-One: Fellow Sindicate members!? Terry, at what point did you come to me and TELL me these misfits were joining OUR Sindicate!? Oh, right. You didn't. Instead, I seen it play out at Mayhem with the rest of the world. I don't know if you took a few extra chair shots on Asylum or what but you have completely abused my trust on this front and I am sorry but I am requesting that this problem is fixed before it gets out of hand and Christian Candy Kane and his little M&M's are dismissed from the Sindicate! They do NOT belong with the likes of US!

... Felipe!?''

Level-One and Terry Marvin turn to Felipe DeLorean for answers and an official ruling as he begins to take deep breaths and looks to be on the verge of hyperventilating after witnessing what has just went down with his faction. He holds the microphone to his mouth but the words don't quite come out.

Felipe DeLorean: I don't... see I... What I... why can't we... Ummm... I....

Felipe falls back into the ropes and the LeWinter sisters tend to him as Level-One and Terry Marvin square up microphone to microphone.

Terry Marvin: Look what you've done! You may not be happy about it but Felipe signed off on this and they are apart of the NEW Sindicate whether you like it or not!

Terry Marvin shoves Level-One backwards.

Level-One: Who the hell do you think brought you into the Sindicate in the first place!? Felipe DeLorean maybe the guy that makes the paper work happen but I am the shaker and mover around here not him and definitely not you!

Level-One repays Terry Marvin by shoving him backwards even harder as falls back into the arms of Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker. At this point, the crowd is absolutely buzzing although not sure which one to boo or cheer for.

Terry Marvin: That's it! It's either Kane, Logan and Parker or you are officially on your own Lester!

Level-One: Okay... book me a one way ticket to greatness than you traitorous slimy son of a bitch!

Suddenly both men jolt forward and try to engage in scuffle but Christian Kane, Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker all hold Terry Marvin back where as The LeWinter sisters slip in font of Level-One obstructing his path to Terry Marvin. A handful of Sindicate employed security guards are quickly on the scene to restrain both men. Unlike the APW minimum waged security team, the Sindicate security force doesn't waste anytime as both men are out powered and thrown to the ground before having their hands tied behind their backs with zip ties.

''APW, APW, APW!''

Felipe DeLorean has finally made his way back to his feet as he wipes furiously away at his face drenched with cold sweat as he watches a split within the Sindicate right before his eyes .

Felipe DeLorean: Please, don't... don't do this! Lester! Terry! The Sindicate we are UNITED we are ONE!

Felipe DeLorean's cries are virtually ignored as the Sindicate security team carry both men out of the ring and up the ring ramp to a standing ovation from the audience.

Harvey: It looks like this party didn't turn out quite like anyone expected and finally the Sindicate faction has cracked.

Chase: This is absolutely horrible! The new additions of Christian Kane, Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker obviously didn't sit well with Level-One as he was apparently left out of the entire discussion. It's clear he felt threatened!

Harvey: It's quite a dynamic situation and something tells me that neither man is going to let what has happened tonight go unanswered.

Chase: I think I am going to be sick, Harvey.

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TEST FOR THE BEST!

The last two years, the winner of the Test for the best went on to win the title at Shockwave! Who will be next? Who will pass the Test?

June 30, 2013 LIVE on PPV

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Harvey: It's that time again folks! Who will follow in the footsteps of CJ Gates and Terry Marvin? Test for the best starts RIGHT NOW!

"Welcome to New York City" hit the PA System and the crowd went into a crazy frenzy. The man known as Jake Titan, the True Gangster and hired hand of APW walked through the curtains with large smile on his face and a shopping cart full of goodies. Slowly, Jake made his way to the ring pushing the cart in front of him. Near the ring, Titan left the shopping cart close by and climbed into ring. He stood up and struck several poses for the fans. He looks and sees a “Jake Titan Rulz” sign and goes over there...he gets next to it and is punched in the face. Tommy Knox jumps the barricade!

Test For The Best Qualifier
Jake Titan vs. Tommy Knox

Chase: Welcome to Overdrive. It looks like things are going to get wild.

Harvey: Indeed, the ref lets the bell sound and Paige isn’t even going to get to give the introductions.

Knox is laying heavy boots to the back of Titan. He picks up the sign and rips it up. He grabs Titan and sends him shoulder first into the ring post. Followed by a kick that gets more balls than tailbone. Knox grabs Titan again and rolls him in the ring for a quick cover.

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Knox gets Titan up again and sends him into the ropes, Titan ducks a clothesline and meets Knox with a flying crossbody that knocks the air out of Tommy Knox. Titan drops a knee to the face of Knox and then hits a double stomp. Tommy writhes in pain as the ref backs Titan up. The camera is right there, Knox says, “I think my ribs are broken, I heard a loud pop...I’m going to continue.” Titan responds, “YOU GOT THAT RIGHT!” Titan picks Knox up and nails him with a fallaway slam. Titan shakes his arm as that initial shot into the post seems to have separated his shoulder. He picks up a scrambling Knox and plants him hard with a Double Arm DDT. Titan points to the top rope and the crowd cheers. He climbs to the top rope...DIVING HEADBUTT!!!!! Titan crouches back and waits for Knox to get back up on his own, making him exert his own energy to get to a vertical base. Knox gets back up and Titan clamps on a Guillotine headlock...he scissors his legs around the body of Knox and rears back hard. Titan uses his free hand to punch at the injured ribs of Tommy Knox. Knox rolls forward and the ref starts to count.

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Knox uses the momentum and locks his foot on the bottom rope. Titan lets go and Knox is up and wildly swinging and a left catches Titan in the temple. Titan falls back and Knox goes for the cover again.

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Knox sits up and holds his ribs in agony.

Harvey: This match isn’t going to last very long.

Chase: They look like they’re just trying to hurt each other to get through each other. This sure isn’t a technical clinic.

Titan gets up to his feet and walks over to Knox. Knox shoves him hard into the ref. The ref stumbles and hits his head on the turnbuckle. Titan looks at the fallen ref and that gives Knox just enough time to pull a chain from his boot and slam it into Titan’s head. Knox slides out of the ring and grabs a chair he slides back in and slams it across the face of a rising Titan. He takes the chair and jabs it into the ribs of Jake Titan. “YOU LIKE HURTING RIBS? ME TOO!!!!!”, yells Knox as he jabs away. He lays the chair on the mat and body slams Titan on it and climbs to the top rope. He uses a large slicing motion across his throat...sails through the air...AMERICAN HIGHLIFE!!!!!!!! The ref is beginning to stir and Knox pulls the chair out from under the convulsing Jake Titan...Knox grabs the ref by the collar of the shirt and drags him over to Titan and he makes the cover.

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Paige: The winner of this match, TOMMY KNOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Harvey: Knox did it! Knox did it! He's moving on to the Test for the BEST tournament!

Chase: What a Debut for these two on Overdrive but Knox got the one up!!!

[T-Marv]

The interior of a locker room door is pushed open, and Houston roars as the Overdrive Champion, Evan Envi steps into the frame. He has a somber look on his face, and is followed by Jenny Knite. Evan holds "Lady Overdrive" on his shoulder, but places the belt down on the table in the locker-room and stands in silence, staring down at the championship... Staring down at the "Lady." Jenny lowers her bags and looks at Evan, uneasily.

Jenny: Everything alright?

Evan narrows his eyes, but he slowly turns and looks at Jenny.

Evan: No.

Jenny blinks a few times, but raises an eyebrow in confusion.

Jenny: No? What's... What's wrong? I'm-- I'm not understanding. You were fine until we got here.

Evan: Until we got here.

Evan looks down again and laughs a bit.

Evan: You know, I thought about firing you after I found out what you did to Gooch. I thought that you had overstepped your boundaries... I thought you were being an idiot.

Jenny: Oh. Gosh. That's... Comforting?

Evan: I realized that you did what you had to do, to get a reaction. You did what you had to do-- to get results. You did what you had to do... To get action. And that's what happened. You made Gooch angry. You made him give me the fight of my life.

So thanks, Jenny. I appreciate that.

Jenny: ...You do?

Evan stares at her for a second and then smirks.

Evan: Yeah. I do.

He turns away from her and gazes down at Lady Overdrive once more.

Evan: They shunned me again, you know. They gave me the short end of the stick. They're keeping me out.

Jenny sighs and folds her arms, unsure of what to say. Evan just sits in silence, looking down at the championship.

Evan: No more.

We fade to black on the duo in the uncomfortable tone.


Fortune, fame

Mirror vain

Gone insane

But the memory remains

The lights fade, as 'The Memory Remains' continues to play. The stage is highlighted red, as fog begins to show at the stage.

Heavy rings on fingers wave

Another star denies the grave

See the nowhere crowd, cry the nowhere tears of honor

Like twisted vines that grow

That hide and swallow mansions whole

And dim the light of an already faded prima donna

Leon and Demonica rise up from under the stage, and appear sitting on a skeleton bone throne, with Demonica sitting on Leon's lap. They both get up. Once they do, Demonica kneels infront of Leon, facing the crowd, as Leon raises his arms, with both hands in devil horn pose, as fire burst behind them. The arena lights are now all red.

Fortune, fame

Mirror vain

Gone insane...

Fortune, fame

Mirror vain

Gone insane...

But the memory remains

The two begin to walk down to the ring. Once at the ring, Leon enters first, holding the rope open for Demonica. Once both are inside, Leon yells, as pyro burst from the four corners. Demonica then takes off Leon's jacket, as he awaits for his opponent.

Paige: Introducing first, led to the ring by Demonica, half of the Natural Born Killaz...LEON “THE VIRUS” ROBERTS!!!!!

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

I announce to you a great coolness:

We have a Wrestling Pope!

The Most Sexy and Most Inspiring Lord,

Deli-Kado Pagiging matuwid "Madness" ng Pakikipagbuno

Bawse-Cardinal of the Holy Wrestling Church, Action Packed Wrestling

Who takes to himself the name of Pope Delikado XXX!!!

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

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

Test for the Best Qualifying Match
Delikado vs. Leon Roberts

The bell rings and Leon charges Delikado, but Deli rears up with a Last Call to Cuba but Leon ducks under it. The fans give light applause to Delikado for attempting such a big move and failing. He turns around and Leon kicks him in the gut locking Deli’s arms and lifting him up and over his shoulder with a butterfly suplex. The fans boo Leon as he grabs Delikado by the hair. This of course only angers the The Bawse more as he gets up smacking the mat. Leon backs Deli into the corner and steps in and chops him across the chest hard. Delikado reverses it and delivers some knife edged chops of his own yelling “Hi-Yaw!!!!!” after each of them. Leon grabs Delikado by the ears and headbutts him on the bridge of the nose hard. Deli stumbles back and Leon spears him to the mat and gets on top of him and starts delivering bone crushing punches. The ref is trying to pull Leon off of Delikado, but Leon has a crazy look in his eyes, the ref starts the count and Leon rolls off and grabs the top rope, hissing at the fans. Deli is regaining his composure and trying to get to his feet as Leon drives a sharp kick to his ribs. Demonica slides some brass knuckles into the ring and gets on the apron, the ref is oblivious to the knuckles. Leon grabs the knuckles and puts them on his fist, he stands over Delikado straddling the Bawse, he lifts his fist in the air, but DELIKADO WAS PLAYING OPOSSUM!!!! He grabs a handful of Leon’s testicles. Leon drops the brass knuckles and is in obviously excruciating pain. Deli gets to his feet keeping a strong clamp on the gonads of Roberts. Deli kicks the brass knucks out of the ring and yells out...”MONKEY GRABS THE PEACHES!” and then spits blood from a busted lip. Leon is tapping out with both hands, but the ref begins to count. “He’s tapping out!” The ref gets in Deli’s face knowing he’s just delaying letting go. Deli lets go and Leon falls to the mat in a heap. Deli puts up his dukes and smells his hand... He turns his head and rolls out of the ring. “Hand Sanitzier...I need HAND SANITIZER!!!!!” A fan obliges him and he lathers it up looking like he’s hatching a devilish plot...he very well might be...or he’s just making sure it’s rubbed in.

Chase: Delikado should’ve been DQed for that.

Harvey: Using hand sanitzier?

Chase: YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!

Delikado turns and Demonika is standing in his way. He tries to side step her, but she steps in his way again. “Duck!” is heard and Demonica ducks and an air borne Leon Roberts lands on Delikado smashing him against the guard rail. Leon, walking with a slight limp as his testiculars are probably the size of mandarin oranges or plums, grabs Delikado by the hair and lifts him up and begins to smash Deli’s head on the guard rail repeatedly. Deli won’t go down and spaghetti legs after each successive hit. Blood is now pouring from the nose, mouth, cheek, and eyebrow of Delikado. Leon grabs Delikado and launches him with a T-Bone suplex hard into the ring pole.

Harvey: I don’t think I’ve ever seen Leon Roberts this vicious.

Chase: I think it’s only a sign of things to come...

Leon grabs Deli’s head and knees him hard in the face before rolling him in just before the 10 count. Leon delivers a kick to the gut of Delikado who is still trying to get to the ropes. He crawls to where he’s leaning over the middle rope, Leon tries to jump on him, but the ref prevents it. Demonica comes over and slaps Deli hard across the face and wipes the blood from her hand on the mat. Deli has hatred in his eyes as he blindly does a mule kick that nails an approaching Leon in the gut.

Harvey: This is where the years of APW experience comes in. Leon Roberts will get there, but Delikado is one of the rare breeds around these parts.

Chase: The match isn’t over yet, that was one kick compared to a total beatdown.

Deli spins around and is on one knee, Leon charges again with his arms up in axehandle formation, Deli lays a stiff punch to the lower abdomen, obviously aggravating the testicular assault from earlier. Leon bends over like he’s going to puke. Deli is to his feet and runs towards him...BIG BACKDROP BY LEON! Leon grabs Deli by the hair and gets that crazy look in his eyes again. He drags the Bawse to his feet...he lifts his arm high in the air...DEVIL’S CLAW!!!!!!!! Leon covers

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KICKOUT!!!!!!!!

Chase: DELIKADO KICKED OUT!!!!!!

Harvey: THE ROOF JUST CAME OFF OF THE BUILDING!!!!!!!!

CHASE: I CAN’T HEAR MYSELF THINK!!!!!!!!!!

Jack Titan runs down the ramp, followed closely by Buckson Gooch! Titan leaps up to the apron and tries to enter the ring, Gooch grabs him by the foot and drags him back out of it. They are brawling on the outside!!!!! Leon lifts Delikado up and prepares him for the Hellbound Chokeslam...He lifts Deli up...He’s got his arms fully extended...Deli is squirming...HE LANDS ON HIS FEET...LAST CALL TO CUBA!!!!!!!

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Paige: The winner of this match and officially entrant to the Test for the Best Tournament...DELIKADO!!!!!!

Gooch slides in the ring as Demonica and Titan pull Leon out. Gooch stands next to Delikado, both ready for an onslaught, in case the Natural Born Killers prepare to pounce.

Chase: That just goes to show you can't blink when Delikado's in the ring cause he'll come from out of no where.

Harvey: We have two of our 8 Overdrive stars in Test for the Best. Delikado has a chance to redeem himself from Mayhem!

Harvey: Wha-What's Jason Kash doing here!!?!

Chase: Who cares, listen to his Hometown Welcome him!!

The fans thunder out Cheers as Jason Kash locks eyes with Delikado as the two men step past each other. Kash turns his attention to the ring as Leon Roberts pulls up to his feet and spots Kash coming to ringside. Kash rounds the ring and grabs a Steel Chair near the Time Keeper's area.

Chase: He's got a Chair, he's looking to do some Damage in his Overdrive Appearance! This is Great!!

Harvey: He needs to go back to Asylum where he belongs. How often does that guy try to spit on Overdrive's Good Name? He doesn't belong here!

The fans begin chanting "JASON KASH" as he slides into the ring. As he gets to his feet, Kash has the steel chair in his hands as Leon Roberts begins talking crap and approaches Jason Kash.

Harvey: Natural Born Killaz already beat Foul Play, what more is there to see?

Chase: Yeah and Kash was already spliced open from Mayhem. Clearly First Blood was a bad choice on Sienna Harrison.

Quickly, Kash launches forward and CRACKS Roberts over the head with the Steel Chair and drops "The Virus" to the fans loud approval. He looks around and smiles as he takes in their reaction. Again the crowd reacts with an eruption as Jake Titan comes running down to ringside, Kash drops and exits the ring as Titan hits the ropes and swipes at him. Kash side jumps the ring barrier and celebrates with the screaming fans as Titan checks on Roberts and snares at what has taken place.

[T-Marv]

The scene opens backstage and we’re treated to everyone’s favourite farmer turned wrestler- Buckson Gooch. The Goocher is having a confab with a few members of the crew, which is interrupted by a loud cry off screen.

IF YOU SMEEEELLLLLL WHAT THE GOOCH IS COOKING!

Gooch turns around, his brow furrowed with scepticism, but his expression turns warm and open as The Guv’nor steps into the shot. They exchange a warm, masculine, and very hetero handshake.

Gooch: Hey Guv! I heard you were going to be here, brother. I hope you’re keeping your head down, staying out of trouble.

Guvnor: Aha! You know what I’ve learnt, Gooch? Trouble has a canny way of finding you in places like this.

Gooch: Too true, my friend. But does this visit mean you’re going to be joining Overdrive? The talent pool is deep, but I’m sure you’ll find a way of treading water.

Guvnor: As long as I get to kick your arse, sunshine, it’s all luvvly jubbly.

Gooch: I think I’ve eaten bigger beasts for breakfast!

They share a laugh.

Gooch: But seriously Guv, what’s it to be?

Guvnor: I’m just having a gander, bruv; just getting a feel for the place. See what faces we got around here, see if any of them need a Guvnor-sized boot print all over their face.

Gooch: Well we need more good people around here, Guv. Who knows, sign up here and maybe we could make a team.

Guvnor: Does that come with a promise of some of your wife’s home fried chicken?

Gooch: You know you are always welcome at my table--- anytime. Say, since we’re already in the South, why don’t you hitch a ride with me; Annabelle would be delighted.

Guvnor: You know, Gooch, that may just be the best offer any man could have.

Gooch: Then it’s settled. And bring that beautiful fiancé of yours; I know I’ll end up scolded if she’s left at home.

Guvnor: I’ll give her a call, tell her get on a plane.

They smile.

Guvnor: Okay bruv, I better get off, and I know you’ve got business of your own to take care of.

Gooch: No problem, Guv. I’ll see you later.

Another handshake brings the meeting to a close, and the scene fades as Buckson Gooch watches The Guvnor walk off.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Test for the Best Qualifying Match!

Harvey: This is our third Qualifying Match of the night, but certainly one the fans have been looking forward to seeing since it was announced!

Chase: Shadow and Biggs have a storied history, and this is also Biggs’ first match since RassleMania!

The screen goes dark for a moment as the crowd goes quiet. Suddenly Cristina's voice is heard screaming:

[shadow=purple,right,1200]"I Awake from Madness, One More Time!"[/shadow]

Lighting bursts across the titantron. Two explosions rip across the stage and then Shadow emerges from behind the curtain. The arena crowd is on their feet, cheering. The camera color scheme has shifted to black and white; Shadow slowly walks down the ramp with purpose.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, from Denton, Texas, standing at six foot eleven, weighing in at two hundred and ninety nine pounds, Shadow!

Harvey: Shadow has been with APW for a long time, and even though it’s been a while since he’s tasted championship gold, he’s still a very popular wrestler!

Chase: Well, he’s an APW Hall of Famer for a reason, but there are many people, myself included, who would say his best days are behind him. Still, if Shadow can make some noise in the Test for the Best tournament, it could be just the kick start he needs to get his career back on the gravy train with biscuit wheels!

The Usher of Darkness wears his leather duster and strides through the fog that billows at his knees. Lighting continues to flash on the screens behind him and more fireworks explode as he marches toward the ring. While making his way around the ring, Shadow shakes hands with the kids, the fans who are there and even pose for a picture with one lucky person. He turns after circling the ring and pulls himself up and over the top rope. Inside Shadow raises one arm high as the two corners behind him burst with flames. The color returns to normal as the fans cheer wildly.

The crowd sits in hushed anticipation as the arena lights fade to a dim blue. Fog emits from the stage, illuminated by a bright blue light emanating from the stage. “Spaceman,” by The Killers hits the speakers.



The fans erupt in cheers as Biggs enters the arena, holding his hands high in the air. Blue laser lights shoot from the stage, as white strobe lights flash around the arena, and Biggs heads down the ramp with a dance in his step, slapping fives with the fans on his way to the ring.

Paige: And his opponent, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 217 pounds, Biggs!

Harvey: Just listen to the ovation Biggs is getting here in his return to action! He’s been out since RassleMania IX, recovering from a concussion suffered at the hands of Level-One!

Chase: That Hell-in-a-Cell Match was a brutal, tortuous affair, and it certainly took years off the lives and careers of both Level-One and Biggs!

Biggs reaches the ring, and hops up onto the apron before slingshotting himself over the top rope and into the ring. He then raises his arms once more, his fingers extended to signify that he’s #1, prompting blue fireworks to shoot out of the turnbuckles! The lights come back on as he removes his ring jacket and shades.

The ref quickly checks both competitors for foreign objects, and as he does, the fans get a dueling “LET’S GO SHADOW!” “LET’S GO BIGGS!” chant going.

Harvey: We are in Shadow’s home state of Texas tonight, and if there’s one thing about Texas, they love their native born wrestlers!

A very slight grin crosses the face of Shadow, and he nods to show his appreciation to the crowd. Once the ref finishes checking both men, he calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Test for the Best Qualifier
Shadow vs. Biggs

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As the bell rings, both men briefly shake hands in the middle of the ring before stepping back from each other a bit. They circle the ring, sizing one another up, before Biggs finally comes rushing in! Shadow ducks the attempted Flying Forearm, and as Biggs lands, Shadow grabs him from behind and pulls him in for a Full Nelson Slam! The Shadow fans in attendance pop for the big man, but he knows it’s going to take more than that to put away Biggs, so he pulls The Spaceman up by his hair. Shadow goes to give Biggs a couple of punches to the side of the head, but Biggs blocks them and answers with a couple of his own! The two men begin to trade blows, but Shadow’s superior size and strength give him the quick advantage, and he whips a dazed Biggs into the ropes! Biggs rolls under the attempted clothesline, and as he rolls back up to his feet, he gives Shadow a quick Dropkick to the back that sends Shadow stumbling into the ropes! Biggs is quick to charge, but in a flash, Shadow turns around, wraps his hand around the throat of Biggs, and gives him a vicious Chokeslam! The fans are on their feet as Shadow goes for the cover, 1
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Kick out from Biggs!

Harvey: That Chokeslam came from out of nowhere! Shadow has won many a match in the past with that one!

Chase: That can’t be good for Biggs’ concussion, the way his melon bounced off the mat with that move!

Shadow stays on the attack, stomping Biggs’ head a couple of times before jerking him up to his feet! He whips Biggs towards the ropes with authority, but Biggs dodges the attempted Clothesline again, and keeps running to the other ropes, bouncing up and going for a Springboard Crossbody! However, Shadow catches him in mid-air, and goes for a Fallaway Slam! But Biggs is quick to counter, and as Shadow releases him for the toss, Biggs manages to grab a hold of Shadow’s head and takes him down with a modified Reverse DDT! Even the split crowd can all agree on popping for that counter!

Harvey: It looked like Shadow was going to take Biggs for the ride, but Biggs answered with a timely counter!

Chase: How did he even have the wherewithal to contort his body to be able to pull that off mid-air?!

Biggs goes for a cover, but doesn’t even get a one count! He doesn’t let Shadow up, though, grabbing a hold of his arm and applying a Key Lock! Shadow tries to power his way out of the move, but Biggs kicks his feet up, and bridges his back, applying even more pressure to the hold! Shadow is trying to reach over to punch Biggs in the midsection, but Biggs is just too quick, maneuvering his body to avoid danger, while also applying more and more pressure to the Key Lock! Finally, Shadow is able to reach over, and he wraps his free arm around Biggs, but this causes his arm to contort in a way that it simply should not! Shadow fights through the pain, and uses his strength to rip Biggs right off from his arm!

Chase: That was just a scary show of strength from Shadow there! Still, his arm is not looking like it’s in that great of shape!

Shadow is nursing his right arm as both he and Biggs make their way to their feet! The Spaceman focuses on the right arm, launching a serious of stiff kicks right into the injured arm! Shadow uses his other arm to shove Biggs back, and try and create separation, but Biggs just runs back in and takes him down with a Running Leg Lariat! Shadow Is on his belly on the mat as Biggs applies a Short Arm Leg Scissors, trapping the injured arm! Biggs then proceeds to pummel Shadow in the back of the head, prompting Shadow to try and cover the back of his head with his other hand! This gives Biggs the opening he needs to float into a Camel Clutch!

Harvey: Biggs is showing that he hasn’t missed a step, putting on an impressive display of Chain Wrestling at the expense of the home state favorite!

Chase: He’s been dissecting the right arm of Shadow, which takes away a lot of the power moves of the big man! Still, Shadow doesn’t need his arm to make use of that Big Boot! Biggs needs to keep him grounded if he can!

While Biggs still has the Camel Clutch applied, he applies a couple of Crossface Forearm Shots, just for good measure! However, Shadow reaches down deep, and uses his left arm to begin pushing himself up, with Biggs still on his back! He makes his way up to his feet, his fans willing him on! Once he’s to a vertical base, he drops straight back down, driving Biggs into the mat!

Harvey: Even with just one arm, Shadow still has a lot of fight in him!

The pain is evident on the face of Shadow as he motions for Biggs to get up. As Biggs begins to make his way to his feet, Shadow slaps his thigh, signaling for the Big Boot! The fans start chanting “BOOT! BOOT! BOOT!” Once Biggs is up, Shadow charges in, and lifts up his foot, but Biggs rolls under the Big Boot! As Shadow turns around, Biggs gives him an Eziguri targeted to the right arm! Shadow stumbles a bit, clutching his arm in pain, allowing Biggs to grab a hold of his head, run up the ropes, and deliver the Bigg Time! Like a flash, Biggs is up to the top rope, and the fans cheer loudly as he leaps off for a UFO Frog Splash! He hooks both legs, 1
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Winner: Biggs[/center]

Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Biggs!

“Spaceman” hits the speakers again, and Biggs gets his arm raised in victory!

Harvey: A successful return for Biggs here tonight! He weathered the early storm of Shadow, and fought through for an impressive victory!

Chase: Shadow showed toughness fighting through the pain inflicted on his right arm, but Biggs had a game plan tonight! He picked a part of Shadow’s body, targeted it, and wore it down to the point where it opened up his shot at the Bigg Time!

Shadow rolls out of the ring in a huff, disappointed at himself. Biggs tries to give him some words of encouragement from inside the ring, but Shadow has none of it, heading up the ramp. Biggs shrugs his shoulders, and continues to celebrate his victory in the ring.

[T-Marv]

Backstage Cindy Shannon is standing by with the newest APW Overdrive superstar Michael Jennings and his new girlfriend Catherine Jewel as the crowd cheers seeing Michael as the interview begins.

Shannon: This is Cindy Shannon standing by backstage with Michael Jennings and new APW superstar Catherine Jewel.

Jennings: Hello Overdrive fans. My name is Michael Jennings and I’m the newest member of your brand. Now I know a lot of you remember me from my time here back in 2011. Now I’m back and I’ve been kicking ass since I got back here because that’s what I do. I don’t come out here and talk about winning titles, getting fame, and fortune like the rest of these wrestlers who only care about materialistic things that I don’t give a shit about because I don’t need any of that stuff.

He looks over at the gorgeous blonde standing next to him.

Jennings: Oh, I almost forgot while going off on my tangent. Let me introduce you all to one of the newest APW superstars and my girlfriend Catherine Jewel.

The camera pans over to Catherine who smiles for the camera.

Jewel: Hello everyone!

Jennings: Isn’t she lovely?

Jewel: Well yeah I am. You know that Michael. I love you!

Jennings: Love you too but tonight isn’t about love. Tonight’s about me kicking Amy Zing’s ass all over Houston to get my spot in the Test for the Best tournament. I’m not going into this thing to get a title shot or anything like that. I want to get into this tournament to show the world that I am as good as I say I am. I’m the best there is and can’t nobody tell me any different. I don’t need to invent slogans or nicknames to convince myself I’m great. My fans gave me the nickname the Hero with No Fear and with good reason because right now I’m calling somebody out.

He points to the camera with his index finger before continuing.

Jennings: I’m calling out Level One right now.

The crowd erupts upon hearing that.

Jennings: I’m not afraid of the Sindicate or any other group out there. Level One is the biggest predator on this brand and I’m calling out, in my mind, the best of the best.

He brings his hand back down before continuing.

Jennings: Now I know what you’re thinking. He must want my World Championship belt.

He stops to shake his head before continuing.

Jennings: I don’t want nor need your title. Titles are for people who can’t get ahead in this business on their own and have nothing to talk about. I just want to see if I’ve got what it takes to go against and beat the best in this industry. I also am throwing out this challenge to show you that I’m not afraid to go after the top guys in this business. The challenge is on the table but, for now, I have a match to attend to. Amy Zing, I’ll be kicking your ass soon.

The crowd cheers as Michael walks off screen with Catherine.


Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just gotten word from APW officials that Terry Marvin and company have officially left the building after what had occurred earlier tonight and we have the footage.

Chase: While we play the footage, I'll read a statement from Overdrive General Manager Alexander Duvall.

Backstage footage

The backstage footage shows Terry Marvin behind escorted towards a limousine accompanied by Christian Kane, Alexander Logan and Aubrey J. Parker.

''Terry Marvin is always welcome on Thursday Night Overdrive as he see's fit however tonight I have made the wise albeit controversial decision to have Mr. Marvin and his allies dismissed from our property to ensure not just his safety but the safety of our APW World Champion and any affiliated parties in between. As general manager of Overdrive, I hope that both men will work out their problems in a diplomatic manner before any further measures need to be taken by the APW...''

The tapes show Terry Marvin screaming and hollering as he clutches his APW Undisputed Title and quickly shuffles into the limousine as the NEW Sindicate members follow him in.

''The Sindicate is a big thing for the APW and we have enjoyed the increase ratings and excitement they bring to our shows and we hope that we can work together in maintaining this relationship. Hopefully this decision will allow both men to cool down, clear their heads and come to some type of agreement so that the APW can continue to enjoy the era of the Sindicate as we know it.''

Terry Marvin beats on the limousines glass window with his fist and presses his face up against the window in a fit before it speeds off and exits the parking lot.

''We would like to thank the Sindicate for their co operation and professionalism in the aftermath of this matter. Thank you.''

Harvey: It's clear that Alexander Duvall is a Sindicate fan.

Chase: He's also a great general manager who has shown an immense amount of poise even in the face of diversity and heartache. Tonight, a dark cloud lingers over this arena after what has went down and knowing that Alexander Duvall is willing to do what it takes to make the sun shine around here again will have me sleeping for at least four hours tonight.

Harvey: You know Chase, I can actually stand commentating with you about 1% of the time.

Chase: Thanks Harvey, I appreciate that! Hey... wait a second!?

Harvey: And now onto our next match!


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Paige: The following contest is for one fall and it is for a birth in the Test for the best tournament. Introducing first from Hong Kong China.... AMY ZING!


"Get Lucky" by Daft Punk featuring Pharrell Williams starts playing over the loud speakers as the man known as Michael Jennings comes out from the back to loud cheers wearing his new white long ring jacket and long white tights with a techno Tron-esque design on them. Michael ignores the fans who are cheering him and continues to the ring with a walk of determination and a look of hate on his face. He looks like he wants to hurt somebody. The crowd cheers him as he enters the ring and starts posing. The music stops playing as Michael gets ready for a fight. He goes over to his corner and waits for the bell to sound.

Paige: And her opponent. From Los Angeles California and weighing in at 252 pounds... MICHAEL JENNINGS!

TFTB Qualifier: Amy Zing vs. Michael Jennings.

The bell sounds and the two wrestlers circle each other before tying up. Neither wrestler gets the advantage so they break it off. Zing goes for some kicks which Jennings is able to block to the surprise of Zing. They both get into martial arts stances and we get an impromptu martial arts contest. The martial arts goes on for a minute or two with Zing getting the advantage before Jennings ends the martial arts exhibition with a brutal clothesline that sends Zing flying. He laughs about it to a mixed crowd reaction, mostly cheers. Michael then completely changes the tone of the match by going for submission holds. He uses the Bow and Arrow Lock, Ankle Lock, and Camel Clutch but Zing is able to survive all three holds. Zing starts making a comeback at this point in the match. She starts using Crossbody variants into covers but can’t get a pin. She then starts going for Moonsaults but can’t get a pin after both moves. The crowd is really getting into the match. Jennings starts making a comeback. Jennings grabs Zing into a reverse DDT but cannot get the pin. He starts stomping a mudhole in Zing but the ref breaks it up. As he’s beefing with the ref as Zing gets to her feet. She turns him around and starts punching Jennings. Jennings fights back as the fight evens out.

Jennings gains the advantage and goes for the Empire Falls but Zing kicks him in the midsection and then goes for the Fenghuang Kick and connects as the crowd goes wild. Zing quickly covers Jennings for the victory.

Paige: Here is your winner Amy Zing

Amy celebrates her victory as we cut to a quick commercial break.

[T-Marv]

Backstage the Natural Born Killaz are talking when Michael Jennings and Catherina Jewel walk over to them.

Jennings: Hey guys. Nice to see you guys here on Overdrive. Glad I know someone on this show considering there’s groups all over the place.

Titan: What up dawg?

Roberts: Yeah... how have you been man? I know the last time we met, things weren't exactly the best, but Hell, I like the effort you put forth and I can see why you've earned your spot here on Overdrive. with a vicious streak that I like to see.

Titan: Yeah! As a matter of fact, me and my home boy here have been talking. We think you are a Natural Born Killa through and through, ya feel me?

Michael smiles at him.

Jennings: I like your line of thinking. Consider both myself and Jewel in.

Titan: That's what we're talking about.

Jennings: I think we can make this work and kick the shit out of anybody that gets in our way. Take no prisoners attitude is what we need. These other groups are getting too big for their britches. I think we should make a statement and show everyone that we’re not fucking around. What do you guys think?

Leon: A Hell yeah!

Michael smiles.

Jennings: I think this is the start of an awesome friendship.

The four wrestlers walk off to go talk as the scene fades out.

Backstage Michael Jennings is walking around showing his girlfriend Catherine Jewel around the Overdrive locker room when he sees someone who he’s had some conversations with in the past. The man is the APW superstar know to the world as Buckson Gooch. Jennings smiles and walks over to Gooch with Jewel by his side.

Jennings: Hey Gooch. Glad to see you here.

Gooch: Great to see you with the quick call up. I don't know if you remember, but I put out a tout about your re-debut. You're a top flight talent and a great addition to the Overdrive roster. Who's the lady?


Jennings: And while I’m at it let me introduce you to my girlfriend Catherine Jewel.

Gooch: Nice to make your acquaintance.

Michael smiles at him and then at Catherine.

Jennings: I’m glad we’re on the same show now, Gooch. If you need someone to back you up, don’t hesitate to ask. I have some allies who can back you up as well. Just something to think about when things turn to chaos around here.

Gooch: That sounds good, Michael. Know that the feeling is mutual!


Jennings: Good to know. Just remember what I said. There’s a storm coming, Gooch. When it happens everyone is going to be wondering how they had it so good.

Gooch: That sounds a little mysterious, brother.


Jennings: There’s too many groups around here with different agendas. The same thing happened before both World Wars. There is a parallel between that and what’s going on here in APW. Just a theory I have about what’s going to happen in APW.

Gooch: Only time will tell, brother. Again, it's great to see you here on Overdrive.

Jennings: Yeah I’ll…

He looks toward Catherine briefly before revising his statement.

Jennings: We’ll see you around, Gooch.

Michael and Catherine walk off screen as Gooch looks on.

#SIMPLY F'N PUT!

A recorded voice comes over the loud speaker and "Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple blasts over the PA. Johnny Rebel comes out in a gold robe shimmering in the lights. "SIMPLY PUT" is written in silver on the back. His blonde goatee is neatly trimmed and blonde hair is freshly cut; his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.

#IT'S TIME TO PAY THE PRICE!

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Test for the Best Qualifier match. Introducing first, from Chicago Illinois, he is JOHNNY REBEL

The crowd has come unglued in their hatred for Rebel. He gets to the ring and pulls a camera man down to the ground and on all fours as Rebel uses him as a stepping stone to get in the ring. He takes off his robe to reveal his gold tights and tasseled white boots. He poses on the second turnbuckle with both hands held high


“Anarchy in the UK” by The Sex Pistols hits the PA and out comes Dan white. Dan comes down to the ring, slapping the fans of the fans are ring side.

Paige: And his opponent, from Cardiff, Wales, he is DAN WHITE

Dan slides into the ring and climbs up the turn buckle and poses for the fan

TEST FOR THE BEST QUALIFIER

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Johnny Rebel Vs Dan White

As Dan is posing on the top rope for the fans, Rebel runs up behind him and pulls him down and starts hitting him with kicks and punches in the corner. Rebel then Irish whips Dan hard into the opposite corner. Dan bounces out of it and Rebel runs and takes Dan down with a closeline and goes for a cover, but only gets a 2 count. Dan crawls to the ropes and Rebel grabs him and leans Dan’s throat over the middle rope and starts choking him. The ref counts to 4 and Rebel releases the hold. Dan pulls himself up on the ropes and Rebel pulls him away and gives him a side suplex and covers
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Kick Out by Dan White

Harvey: Johnny has been taking it to Dan right from the opening bell. And Dan hasn’t been able to get any offence in.

Chase: Well, Johnny wants into the Test for the Best tournament, he knows very well what’s at stake here.

Rebel goes to lift Dan up, and while on his knees, Dan gives Rebel a few punches to the stomach, but Rebel lifts Dan up, gives him a knee to the mid-section and then takes him down with a snap suplex. Rebel covers, but Dan kicks out. Rebel picks Dan up, sends him into the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Dan ducks it and comes back off the ropes, but runs into a back elbow from Rebel. Rebel covers, but only gets another 2 count. Rebel picks Dan up and scoop slams him near the corner and Rebel climbs up to the middle turn buckle. Rebel signals to the crowd and leaps off with an elbow drop, but Dan moves out of the way at the last second and the crowd cheer’s.

Harvey: This may be the break Dan White needs!

Chase: This one mistake may just cost Rebel the match here

Dan gets to his feet and Rebel gets up holding his elbow. Dan charges at Rebel taking him down with two clothesline and then kicks him in the gut, runs off the ropes and connects with a swinging neck breaker. Dan goes for a cover, but Rebel kicks out. Rebel gets up and goes to the corner. Dan runs at Rebel and Rebel side steps and Dan hits the corner chest first, Dan turns and walks right into a superkick from Rebel. Rebel signals for the end. He grabs Dan, and gives him the Put Down (Pedigree) Rebel hooks the leg
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Winner: Johnny Rebel[/center]

Rebel’s music plays and the ref raises his arm in victory.

Harvey: Johnny Rebel advances into the Test for the Best tournament. Johnny has always been so close to winning the big one here in APW, Maybe this tournament is his opportunity.

Chase: Sally Talfourd, CJ Gates, Terry Marvin, all won this tournament and went on to win the Undisputed title. Maybe this year, its Johnny Rebel’s turn.

Rebel continues to celebrate as we go to Commercial/Backstage.

[T-Marv]

Backstage, the scene is an intense one in the presence of the newly crowned APW world champion Level-One. He paces back and forth like a rabid dog mumbling a string of incoherent curse words under his breath while Kia and Violet LeWinter sit on a bench lost for words...

Level-One: Who the F*CK does Terry Marvin think he is!? I am NOT the bad guy here. Terry Marvin was given an opportunity to correct his wrong out there tonight and neglected to do so - instead, he chose to stand with three misfits he's known for about three weeks prior and all three of them couldn't stand his guts.

Violet and Kia exchange nervous looks amongst each other before Violet takes the lead and stands up to her feet and puts an arm on Level-One's shoulder.

Violet LeWinter: I understand why you're upset about this but think about all we have been through, Lester. There is nothing and I mean nothing that can stand in our way unless we allow it too. We can move past this.

The champion shrugged off her hand from his shoulders as he turned around in a hurry, throwing his APW world title across the room.

Level-One: No we can't, Violet! I know exactly what the hell Terry Marvin was up too when he added those three degenerates to our faction and you call me crazy but it wasn't for anything good! Terry Marvin is CLEARLY trying to overthrow the Sindicate and gain control of our organization as the sole leader but rather than trying to determine that one on one like a MAN he has chosen to do so by adding muscle to back him up.

Now Kia stood up offering an interjection of her own.

Kia LeWinter: That's non sense and you know it, Lester. If Terry Marvin had any intentions other than making the Sindicate stronger than why didn't he and his asylum alumni take you out right there on the spot to make a statement?

Level-One snarled.

Level-One: ... because he's not an idiot! You think for one second Terry Marvin wants to face my wrath? He was too cowardly to outright launch an offensive against me. So, he added these three in hopes of pushing me aside. He knew that by doing this he'd be forcing me further from the heart of the Sindicate until I had enough and left on my own accord. There's a reason he called it the NEW Sindicate, Kia.

Kia was stopped dead in her tracks as she looked to her sister for back up but to her surprise, it wasn't there.

Violet LeWinter: Kia, the more I think about this... the more I think that maybe Lester's right. Maybe there's more to this than meets the eye.

Kia LeWinter: Okay, let's say you're right. Let's say Terry Marvin was trying to overthrow the Sindicate - haven't you ever heard of the battle of Fort Sumter that started the American Civil war? He who fires the first shot loses, Lester.

Level-One: Ladies, the battle lines have already been drawn by Terry Marvin the second he allowed those three infiltrators behind our enemy's lines. We either fight now or we go down in flames later. It is clear as day that in Terry Marvin's ''New'' Sindicate - there is no place for us three and even if there was are we really going to allow the man WE created to control US!? I don't know about you but I won't stand for it. It's time.

So what's it going to be?''

Violet and Kia look at each other in silence - communicating together with no words. After a bit of a stalemate Kia LeWinter was the first to put out her hand. Violet grinned slyly, as she threw hers on top followed by Level-One as the three formed their pack.

Level-One: I always knew this day would come. On three... one... two... three...

The Synndicate.

Violet and Kia LeWinter were breathing fairly heavily at the prospect of what was next for their pact and quickly sought out the direction from their new leader.

Violet LeWinter: Okay, so what do we do next? I know we're usually the brains behind all operations but not even we could plan for this!

Level-One: I already have. It's real simple ladies...

Level-One points across the room to a glass case with the billion dollar briefcase locked inside of it. He casually marches over to the case and smashes his elbow right through the glass removing his prized possession from it's holder.

Level-One: We're going to take this fight to Asylum.

The twangy strums of "Four Rusted Horses" starts and Buckson Gooch walks out, he looks around and soaks in the cheers. He lifts his large right arm and points from the high left to the high right. He pops his neck and glares at the ring. He walks to the ring without taking his eyes off of the ring. Gooch slides under the bottom rope and sits in the corner. He wipes his nose with his bare arm and grabs the top rope and pulls himself up. He snarls his nose, uses his finger and clogs his left nostril and fires a snot rocket to ringside...and then does the same with his left. He twists and pops his back...same serious look on his face...and he is ready for war.

Paige: The following contest is a Test For The Best qualifying match. Introducing first: from Possomgrape, AK; weighing 345lbs....BUCKSON GOOCH!!!

Harvey: Is there any megastar more popular than Buckson Gooch these days? But let’s not forget he’s a fighting machine. Just ask Evan Envi, who Gooch took to the limit at Mayhem less than two weeks ago.

Chase: Yeah, but the lovable loaf of lard still lost. People can talk about his big heart all they want; he’s still a God-knows-how-many-times Chump in my eyes.

Harvey: I’m so glad I don’t see the world through your perspective.

“Cult of Personality” hits. Nathaniel Havok walks out to a mixed reaction, strutting to the ring, showing he is ready for the match.

Paige: His opponent: weighing 242lbs, he is ‘The Enforcer of Sorrow’....NATHANIEL HAVOK!!!

Harvey: The rumours backstage are that Nathaniel Havok has been undergoing a serious period of reflection after his loss to A.C. Smith at Mayhem. Seems the self-proclaimed best in the world is suffering a crisis of confidence.

Chase: I don’t know why; we all know Nathaniel deserved to walk away from Mayhem as the Champion. It’s not his fault the whole world is against him.

Test For The Best Qualifying Match
Buckson Gooch vs. Nathaniel Havok

The match begins with a tie-up, Gooch shows his strength by pushing Havok back across the ring. The crowd pop. Havok is unperturbed though and wants another test of strength, but the outcome is the same. Another pop from the crowd. Havok wants to prove himself though and challenges Gooch to a third clinch, but as they come together Havok lifts a knee into Gooch’s gut (earning heat from the crowd) and clubs the back of Gooch’s neck several times. Gooch is down on one knee, Havok hits the ropes looking for a running knee to the head, but Gooch moves out of the way. Havok runs to the opposite ropes and rebounds back to Gooch, but the big man is waiting and nails a spinning powerslam. Early cover from Gooch, but Havok quickly throws up a shoulder to sell he wasn’t too hurt by that.

Harvey: Havok isn’t going to win in a battle of strength against Buckson Gooch. This man was raised on dragging cattle around the farm. He’s battled more than his fair few of stubborn mules.

Chase: That’s no way to talk about The Goocher’s family.

Havok gets to his feet, but gingerly despite his best efforts to look fine. Gooch lands a couple of forearms to the face, whips Havok into the ropes and drops him with a running shoulder charge. Gooch grabs Havok and tries to lift him to his feet into a Hog-Tie Suplex, but Havok counters with a couple of uppercuts to the gut, doubling Gooch over. Havok rebounds off the ropes and nails a swinging neckbreaker. Cover from Havok, but Gooch throws up a shoulder on two.

Harvey: Havok showing his experience in that exchange. He has to up the tempo, keep Gooch moving, don’t let him dictate the pace of the match.

Chase: He is so versatile, he’s been in so many big match scenarios. Havok knows exactly what is needed to get the job done tonight.

Havok is on his feet first, kicks Gooch hard across the sternum, then nails a standing dropkick to the head. Havok gets up and taunts Gooch to his feet. Havok kicks him to the gut, looks for The FBD, but Gooch counters into a back drop suplex. Both men get to their feet quickly, trade a few shots. Gooch is getting the upperhand, so Havok counters with a drop toe hold, then drops an elbow onto the back of Gooch’s head. Havok lifts Gooch into a waistlock, tries to nail a German suplex, but he can’t lift Gooch’s bulk. Gooch counters with a couple of back elbow, rebounds off the ropes and looks for a running clothesline, but Havok counters by ducking, then grabs Gooch and drills him with a German suplex. Havok gets up and beats his chest a few times. Havok lifts Gooch, knees him to the gut and tries for All Killer No Filler, but Gooch blocks it off, then hits the Possomgrape Waltz. Huge pop from the crowd, but Gooch needs a second or two before reaching over and making the cover...

Harvey: Cover from Gooch, this could it!

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Gooch lifts Havok and gives him a headbutt, then rebounds off the ropes and folds Havok in half with a clothesline from Hell. The crowd start up a chant for Gooch, he grabs Havok, again trying the Hog-Tie Suplex, but Havok counters into a small package...

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NO! Gooch kicks out.

Harvey: That was sharp-witted from Havok. Gooch can’t rest for a second against him.

Both men get to their feet, but Havok is the faster man and plants Gooch with a DDT, buying himself some respite. Havok grabs Gooch after a few seconds, lifts him into a headlock, again looking for the Headlock Driver, but another counter and attempted back drop suplex from Gooch, only for Havok to counter and land on his feet. Goocg turns...

Harvey: SIDE EFFECT! Big time impact from Havok. Now the cover...

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Harvey: NO! Again Gooch kicks out! He will not quit, not while the heart beats in his chest.

Havok, agitated, gets to his feet and climbs to the top rope. He lines up his prey and lets fly with a leg drop, but gets nothing.

Harvey: Nathaniel Havok felt compelled to take a risk there, and it got him nothing.

As Havok gets to his feet Gooch lifts him into a bearhug. Immediately Havok feels the air being pushed out of his lungs and every bone in his ribs being crushed. Desperately, he punches at Gooch’s head, but they seem to make no impact, and Gooch instead launches Havok across the ring with an over the head belly to belly throw. Havok reels up, clutching his back. Gooch charges at him, looking for the Razorback Scrambler, but Havok swivels out of the way, then nails Gooch with a superkick. Havok dives across his man...

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Havok shoots a dirty look at the ref, who keeps two fingers held up strong. Havok lifts Gooch and gives him a stiff shot to the head; Gooch stumbles back onto the ropes. Havok takes Gooch into a headlock, signalling the end...

Harvey: FBD coming up right now!

Chase: And that will be that!

...But Gooch counters and lifts Havok into an fireman’s carry, then tosses him onto the top rope so that Havok’s gut takes the impact and he turns right into a big boot from Gooch. The crowd pop as the big man climbs to the top rope.

Harvey: I think we’re about to see the ugliest moonsault God ever conceived.

Chase: I can’t look!

But before Gooch can pull off the spectacular, Havok is up and counters with a forearm to the kidneys. Havok climbs onto the top rope, grabs Gooch in a waistlock and delivers an epic, earthshaking, probably recorded on the Richter Scale big impact German suplex from the second rope. The crowd go absolutely nuts. Both men are down and the ref begins a count.

Harvey: Have you EVER seen anything quite like that, Johnny? Nathaniel Havok just German suplexed the nearly 350lb Buckson Gooch from the second rope!

Chase: I think they felt that in China. What a move!

The ref has reached a count of six by the time everything is calmed down and both men get to their feet. Havok throws a punch, but Gooch blocks it and strikes Havok hard with an open palm. Gooch hits the ropes and charges Havok, running right over him with a shoulder charge. Gooch is doubled over, hands on knees, breathing hard. Gooch grabs Havok, looks to give him a headbutt, but Havok counters with a thumb to the eye. This gives Havok his chance, and he nails a quickfire FBD Headlock Driver. The crowd aren’t happy as Havok covers Gooch and hooks back the legs...

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Winner: Nathaniel Havok

Paige: The winner of this match and progressing to the next round of the Test For The Best qualifiers....’The Enforcer of Sorrow’...NATHANIEL HAVOK!

As “Cult of Personality” begins to play Havok gets to his feet and is barely able to lift his arms to celebrate.

Harvey: Another tremendous effort by Buckson Gooch, who once again proves he is one of the toughest obstacles on Overdrive right now.

Chase: But this is all about Nathaniel Havok and his night. Tonight he has proven all the doubters wrong, he is capable of winning ‘the big ones’. After seeing this, he’s my Overdrive favourite for Test For The Best.

uckson Gooch begins to stir, as Nathaniel stands over him with a smirk on his face.

Harvey: Come on, Nathaniel! You’ve won the match, get away from him!

Chase: Yes! More damage! More carnage!

Nathaniel steps away from Gooch, as Gooch gets to his feet and begins to stir.

Chase: Come on! Get him, Havok! Get him!

Harvey: Wait! EnviKado! They’re coming to Gooch’s rescue!

Evan and Delikado slip into the ring, and Nathaniel is now outnumbered. Gooch sees what’s going on, and rises to his feet, looking between Envikado and Havok, a look of uncertainty on his face. His eyes slowly fall onto Havok, and the gaze is steady, but the look remains the same.

Harvey: What's going on?!

Chase: Gooch's buddies are about to team up on Havok! That's not fair!

The fans are ready for the trio to give Nathaniel the boot, when all of the sudden, both Havok and Gooch begin to smile at one another, leading to Envi and Delikado both smiling as well. Nathaniel charges forward and throws his arms around Gooch in an embrace, to which the surprised big man lightly returns, much to the delight of the fans, as Envi and Delikado join in on a 4-man embrace.

Chase: Whaaaaaaat. Swerved again? I THOUGH THESE GUYS WERE FOR REAL!

Harvey: Is this what Havok was talking about? Is this the League of Extraordinary Wrestlers?

Chase: I think it is! BUNCH OF LIARS!

Nathaniel lifts the hand of Buckson Gooch in the air, as a sign of respect. He grabs 4 microphones from the time keeper, as the fans continue to go nuts. After passing the mics around, Nathaniel begins to address the crowd…

Havok: Don’t you get it?!?! Do ANY of you get it, yet?!?! What you’ve just seen, is the formation of the most dominant force that Action Packed Wrestling will ever see! The match you just witnessed is EXACTLY what you can expect from now on! Pure wrestling, no bullshit!

Havok bumps fists and exchanges high-fives with the other members of the group before passing the microphone to Evan Envi, who simply stares down at the microphone. Houston roars as Envi lifts the microphone to his lips, but he raises an eyebrow and lowers it, giving them an arched eyebrow.

He raises the microphone... But the tease of the lowered microphone is beckoned by the cheers-- and the fans grow silent. Evan winks into the camera and finally raises the mic.

Evan: Houston... You have... A problem.

The response envokes nothing but a massive eruption from the audience and Envi chuckles in amusement. He leans against the ropes, looking out into the masses before speaking again.

Evan: Out of mutual respect and admiration for one another, we’ve formed what the feeble-minded will simply refer to as an alliance to cure this sport of its ailments.

This isn't just a group. This isn't your granddaddy's faction.

There is no good. There is no bad. There's just us. And then there's not us.

This is a league. A league consisting of four men who do not politic, do not backstab, and do not bow down to political pressure. A league of men who WILL get what they want! We are a band of brothers intent, hellbent on getting what we deserve, and we will free APW from its own Hell. From its politics. From its grime-- its muck.

We'll make it beautiful again.

Delikado places a hand on the shoulder of his brother-in-arms and nods in approval before stepping forward, staring out across the arena with widened eyes.

Delikado: Delikado's brother speaks FACTS! There are no leaders in this group, only equals! Bonded by our in-ring abilities and the urge to make this sport the best it can TRULY be! Above anything and everything, professional wrestling is a SPORT! Like baseball...but without the boring! The one and only goal on our agenda is to bring back tradition, and that’s exactly what we’re going to do! With virtue, with glory, and with battle!

Gooch: There used to be a time in this business, where men like ourselves were looked at as athletes, and not laughingstocks. We were tough, we were respected, and we were feared. These days, professional wrestling is compared to a circus... And I love being here each and every week for all of you, for my family, for the guys in the back-- I do this because I love it. And in order to continue doing what I love, I have to stand with my brothers and I have to save... The world.

Havok: I know that what I said earlier this week was viewed as childish, uncalled for, and a “slap in the face” to this business. But there was a reason for that.

THIS, is the reason! It seems as if your wrestling ability doesn’t matter anymore! We work in a business where a criminal like Jason Kash is favored over a pure athlete like Evan Envi! Because his “gimmick” gets over with the drug addicts and bums that fill these arenas, filling the pockets of our APW president!

There is a mixed reaction at Havok's words. Though there is a portion of the crowd that roars in approval, there is a deep undertone of boos. Envi and Delikado stare at Havok with amused glances, and Gooch keeps his mouth closed, standing with his arms crossed as he looks into the audience-- though he can't help but smirk as a small "GOOCH!" chant breaks out near the front of the audience.

Delikado lifts the microphone and looks out into the audience, once again greeted with a mixed reaction.

Delikado: It’s time that this sport was brought back to its roots! Time for those in management to take notice of REAL athletes, and not gimmicks or politics!

Delikado pauses after he says this and a few members of the crowd laugh at what may or may not be irony. Envi scratches his head but Havok gestures for Delikado to continue.

Delikado: Ladies and gentlemen, the League of Extraordinary Wrestlers are here. Ride with us, APW, and the glory experienced will be but a FRACTION of what is still to pass and become the glorious Renaissance of wrestling history! Long have we stood as the ‘second place’ athletes, red-headed step children, thanks to “Champions” and “leaders” who would deny us our rights. This League, with its in...CREDIBLE will, and your support, shall allow REAL wrestlers to chisel out their own destinies—and to utterly DAMN the present Champions and leaders of this once great kingdom known as Action Packed Wrestling to a past of irrelevance like they once dictated on us…and to eternal Wrestling Hell.

Ride with the King.

Ride with the Source.

Ride with the Heart and Soul.

Ride with the Warrior Pope.

Ride with the League, and it shall be an army that takes hold of the future it was born to live! To save the day, so sayeth the Wrestling Gods!

Envi: And to save the world.

The four men all exchange looks, smiling with an incredible energy to them, when Delikado hoists his microphone into the air and yells at the top of his lungs, a mighty battle cry commencing the birth of the League. The other three, Evan, Gooch, and Havok, raise their microphones in unison and roar as well; so loudly, no microphones are even necessary, for everyone throughout the arena and in the back can hear the mighty war cry. The crowd breaks out into excited screams as well, intensifying the scene tenfold!

Harvey: What does this mean for Action Packed Wrestling?

Chase: It means we’re in for a treat, don’t you listen!?!?

Harvey: I don’t like this, Chase. Nathaniel’s taken over before, remember?

Chase: Yeah, and I loved it! But now, these four equals are taking over together! This is amazing!

Overdrive heads to commercial as The League of Extraordinary Wrestlers, celebrates mid-ring with their extended battle cry, as the fans echo the dramatic emotion like a mighty ocean around them.

[T-Marv]

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

Nicky Paige: The following contest is our main event, scheduled for one fall, and it is tonight’s final Test for the Best Qualifying Match! Introducing first, in the ring, from Fargo, North Dakota, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds... C.J. GATES!

The fans roar for Gates and he raises his arms into the air once more, before his music is abruptly interrupted.

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

“ALL OF THE LIGHTS”

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

Paige: And his opponent! From New York City! Weighing two hundred and seventy-five pounds...THE BIG APPLE ASSKICKER, A.C. SMITH!

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

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

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

Main Event - Test for the Best Qualifier
CJ Gates vs A.C. Smith

Harvey: Last year, A.C. Smith came up short in his qualifying match against Delikado, but he earned a second chance when he defeated three other men in a ladder match! Then at Test for the Best, he gave Terry Marvin an epic battle for the ages!

Chase: Yeah, and he’ll never let you hear the end of it either!

Harvey: Tonight, Smith wants to make it his year, but so does Gates-- and the action begins!

C.J. Gates begins hammering away at Smith to a pop to the crowd. He goes to Irish Whip Smith, but Smith reverses it. He charges Smith for a running Lariat but Gates ducks under his arm and pops up behind him, jumping up to nail an Enzuigiri to the back of the head! Smith drops to one knee and Gates shoots the ropes in front of him, sprinting back at at Smith and nailing a Shining Wizard!

Harvey: He knows he needs to slow the big man down, fast!

Chase: Hah! He might tucker himself out in the process.

Smith goes to get to his feet, but CJ Gates goes for a Reverse DDT-- however Smith reverses it and grabs Gates’ wrist, throwing him to the mat for a Wrist Clutch Overhead Suplex! Gates holds his arm and tenderly gets to his feet while Smith grabs him in a Dragon Sleeper and raises an arm in the air! The crowd roars and count along as Smith clubs Gates across the sternum!

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

Before the third strike, CJ Gates drops down and captures Smith’s arm in a grapevine. He tries to pull Smith’s head down, perhaps into some type of Triangle Choke, but Smith is able to plant his feet and slowly lift Gates into the air and slam him down with a Powerbomb! Gates releases Smith’s arm and Smith falls into the ropes, waiting with a glare for Gates to get up. Gates groggily climbs to his feet and turns around. Smith charges at Gates and goes for a Big Boot!

Chase: Take his head off!

Gates rolls out of the way, avoiding doom by a hair! With his momentum he charges forward to the turnbuckes and as A.C. Smith turns around, Gates crashes heels-first on top of his skull with the Whisper in the Wind!

Harvey: Beautiful inverted Corkscrew Senton by Gates! And he might have him-- the cover!

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Chase: And Smith powers out of the Whisper in the Wind!

Gates goes out to the apron and slowly ascends to the top turnbuckle. He perches himself on top for a few moments, waiting for Smith to climb to his feet. Gates hops off and nails a Missile Dropkick! Smith hits the mat and Gates goes to cover him, but A.C. Smith is close to the ropes and is able to roll out of the ring! Gates scrambles to his feet and runs to the far side of the ring, shooting the ropes, and coming back, prepard to go for a Suicide Dive-- but Smith leaps up onto the apron and drives a Discus Elbow into Gates’ skull! Gates goes limp and hits the canvas.

Harvey: GOOD GOD!

Chase: GOOD NIGHT!

Smith steps into the ring and drops down, hooking the far leg.

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Chase: Got him! No-- was that three?!

Harvey: The referee says no!

Smith climbs to his feet and looks down at C.J. Gates with a look that demonstrates that he’s impressed-- but after a second he forces Gates to his feet again and Irish Whips him across the ring, catching him with a Sidewalk Slam off the rebound! He goes for another cover.

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Smith slams a hand on the mat in frustration this time, but is right back on his feet. He lifts Gates up from the ground around the waist and in one swift motion, delivers a vicious Sit-Out Gutwrench Powerbomb, pinning him once more!

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Harvey: A.C. Smith is taking the fight to the former Undisputed Champion! CJ Gates is being overwhelmed!

Chase: Or is Smith the one being overwhelmed? He looks lik he’s about to flip his lid!

Smith rubs sweat off of his eyes and looks out into the audience, whom are torn between the two fan-favorite Megastars. Smith lifts CJ Gates up again and rushes him into the turnbuckle shoulder-first. Smith backs away and sets his sights on Gates before charging forward and going for his variation of the Stinger Splash-- but Gates avoids contact by centimeters! Smith hits the turnbuckles and Gates hits the ropes before coming back for a Tornado DDT! Both men lie on the mat, motionless, and the referee begins a 10 count!

Harvey: Both men are down!

Chase: I told you Gates winded himself in the opening of this match!

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CJ Gates pulls himself up first, and steps out to the ring apron as he waits for A.C. Smith to reach a vertical base. Smith groggily gets to his feet, stumbling toward the ropes and Gates launches himself clear over Smith’s head, grabbing him to hit a Flip-Over Neckbreaker into the ring! Smith bounces onto his stomach from the impact and CJ Gates climbs up to his feet again. He motions for Smith to get to his feet, stalking him from behind, waiting patiently. Smith is able to climb to his feet and he turns around into a stomp to the gut from Gates. He then goes for a Double Arm DDT.

Chase: Ahh! He’s gonna stamp Smith! I can’t decide how that makes me feel!

Harvey: But Smith powers out of the Stamp of Approval!

Smith counters with a Double Underhook Suplex to a pop from the audience. Gates is up to his feet within seconds, finding his second wind-- but Smith does as well! He blocks an coming Gates’ Dropsault attempt and slams him to the mat before catapulting him into the corner! Gates lands gracefully on the middle turnbuckle, however, and leaps up to the top before going for a second Whisper in the Wind-- but Smith moves out of the way! Gates lands hard on his back and Smith slides down next to him, hooking both legs!

Harvey: The quickness of Smith! He was on top of Gates in no time!

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A.C. Smith rubs his eyes and looks down at Gates with a look somewhere in-between admiration and disdain. He gets to his feet as Gates rolls to the ropes. Smith watches as Gates pulls himself up and waits for him in the center of the ring. CJ Gates looks at the larger man for a few moments before he strides forward and measures up to him, saying something up to him. Smith gives Gates a nod and says something back-- and the two men sprint past each other, hitting the ropes! Smith comes back and goes for a Spear, but Gates leapfrogs him! Smith pivots, but is unable to avoid a Frankensteiner from Gates! The crowd roars for the athleticism and Smith pulls himself to his feet once more, but Gates charges the ropes, leaping onto the middle before coming back for a Springboard Knee Strike that catches Smith in the temple! Smith hits the canvas and Gates looks up toward the turnbuckles. He signals for the end to the audience.

Chase: And now Gates is telling the world that this one’s over!

Harvey: He might be ready to Drop the DOW!

And that he does-- Gates climbs to the top turnbuckle and flies off for a Moonsault Leg Drop, perfectly across the throat and larynx of A.C. Smith! Smith goes limp and Gates sprawls over him, grapevining the near leg, hooking the far one!

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Chase: The pig kicked out!

Harvey: And listen to Houston!

CJ Gates buries his head in his arms on the mat for a few moments, but looks up, through the rafters-- toward the Test for the Best banner. He crawls to the ropes and gets up to his feet. He turns around and sees Smith do the same on the other side of the road. Gates runs toward Smith...

...But Smith rushes away from the ropes and drills Gates with a Spear out of nowhere! Gates is driven thunderously into the canvas and the crowd erupts as an exhausted Smith throws an arm over the downed CJ Gates.

Chase: What?!

Harvey: The count! A.C. Smith is going to Test for the Best!

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The crowd erupts once more as CJ Gates throws his shoulder off of the canvas. Smith rolls onto his back, his hands over his face. He sits up, shaking his head and turns to CJ Gates, who doesn’t seem to know where he is, but is pushing himself up to his hands and knees anyway. Smith, this time, signals for the end to Houston, Texas, and points a single finger toward the Test for the Best banner.

Harvey: Smith wants to end this now! Smith wants to prove that he’s the best! Smith can TASTE that World Heavyweight Championship!

A.C. Smith hoists CJ Gates up onto the air in his arms, and then holds him above his head in the Gorilla Press Slam position-- but Gates drops down and grabs Smith’s head in a three-quarters facelock, bringing him down for a hard Shoulder Jawbreaker out of nowhere! Smith collapses to the mat and Gates hooks the near leg for the cover!

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The bell rings and the crowd erupts as CJ Gates is helped to his feet, the referee raising his arm in the air, “Writing on the Wall” hitting the PA system again.

Paige: Here is your winner, advancing to the Test for the Best... CJ GAAAATES!

As Smith slowly pushes himself to his feet, Gates slaps hands with him. He says something to Smith and the two share a small half-smile before Gates exits the ring, making his way to the back, but being sure to shake hands, greet, and thank nearly every individual fan. He finally disappears to the back after one final nod to Smith and a bow to the crowd.

Harvey: As always, CJ Gates is a class act here. But you can’t take anything away from A.C. Smith!

Chase: But I’d love to.

As Gates’ music fades and Smith kneels in the center of the ring, the crowd gives Smith a standing ovation! A.C. Smith doesn’t look up at first, still rubbing his jaw, still catching his breath after the match.

...And soon, distinct roars...

...Screams...

…Battle cries emit from the crowd.

Harvey: Oh dear.

A.C. Smith hardly seems aware of what’s going on, though the crowd erupts as from all four corners of the arena, the League begins to emerge from the back. Buckson Gooch, Evan Envi (flanked by Jenny Knite), Delikado, and Nathaniel Havok make their way through the crowd. Aside from Gooch and Knite, the five generally ignore the audience as they make their way toward the ring.

Chase: I think Smith just realized what was happening!

Harvey: Maybe not early enough...

Envi, Havok, Delikado, and Gooch all ascend up and over the barricades and drop to the floor, each taking a different side of the ring as they look up at A.C. Smith. Smith finally gets to a fully vertical position, looking around at the four of them. He is forced to put his guard up, turning, his head on a swivel as Havok, Envi, and Delikado leap onto the apron while Gooch continues to stand on the ground, arms folded, looking up toward Smith with a look that’s impossible to distinguish.

Harvey: Smith... Think... Think quickly!

Chase: Those gears are turning, Harv!

Smith performs a full circle in the ring, making sure that each of his opponents are at bay-- but before he even realizes it, Envi has leapt over the top rope into the ring, unstrapping the Overdrive Championship from around his waist as he does so. Delikado and Havok both follow suit, but don’t move any closer to Smith.

As Smith turns toward Envi, Envi’s only reaction is a drum-shattering roar, identical to the battle cry uttered by the four men earlier. Delikado follows suit shortly after, followed by Havok, followed by Gooch, followed even by Jenny Knite, who drums viciously on the steel steps... And then followed by the Houston audience. The thunderous cry is deafening and nearly drowns out the commentators!

Harvey: The hell IS this?

Chase: Madness! I hate it!

A.C. Smith is literally forced to cover his ears, wincing as the cries commence. Evan Envi is the first to stop and grins at Smith, lifting the Overdrive Championship into the air... And Jenny Knite slides the Xtreme Championship into the ring, toward Smith. Smith kneels down to pick it up, but Havok places a boot on top of it.

Defensively, Smith jumps up, immediately getting in Havok’s space while the audience continues to scream, in a field of intensity.

Chase: I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

Smith bends down and yanks the belt into his arms while Havok continues to stare him down. The League surrounds Smith, but does not budge, and does not attack. Envi continues to stand, statuesque with the Overdrive Championship above his head, while Delikado, Havok, and Gooch each continue to look at Smith with the same smirk... And then Jenny Knite throws something-- something large and white into the ring. It lands at Smith’s feet, and one by one, the members of the League fall back, exiting the ring.

Once they’ve all dropped to the ringside area, the League, led by Jenny Knite, with Gooch pulling up the end, make their way up the ramp, toward the back.

Inside the ring, Smith lifts up the item-- a shirt. He unfolds it and looks down at it, before looking back up at the League with a look... A hybrid of confusion and frustration. The shirt simply reads:

SAVE THE WORLD.