Meltdown! - Oakland, California - May 29th, 2012

[Evan De Parker]

The parking lot. A cab pulls into the shot and breaks to a halt. Out steps the North American Champion, The Guv’nor, sporting a great big shiner on left side of his face. He pulls a kit bag out of the boot, thumps the body of the car and the cab drives off. The Guv’nor takes just a few steps before he is confronted.

Sienna: Oooh, look at that. Is it painful? It looks very sore.

Guvnor: It’s on credit. Trust me, the slags that did will pay their debt. I’m marking their cards as we stand here.

Sienna: Hmmm, Foul Play, huh? Bunch of rascals that lot. Feral, even. Uncontrollable some would say.

Guvnor: Is there a point to all of this, princess?

Sienna: I just want to make sure everything is in order for tonight.

Guvnor: Don’t worry, I’ve got these two evil fists with me, ready to rip Robina’s face off.

Sienna: Okay, Lenny. Whatever. But I was talking about the contract.

Guvnor: Yeah, it’s taken care of. Stop fretting, sweetheart; I’ve made my decision.

There are a few moments of silence.

Sienna: Well?

Guvnor: And spoil the surprise? Nah love, you’ll have to wait just like everybody else. But I promise you’ll be pleased with my choice.

Sienna looks a bit disappointed, but her face suddenly brightens and she teases.

Sienna: You know you should get that looked at.

Guvnor puts a hand to his eye.

Guvnor: It’s fine.

Sienna: Oh, I wasn’t talking about your eye. I meant your mouth. You should get it stitched up or something. It seems every time you open it you get yourself into some sort of trouble.

Guvnor glares back at her, but Sienna is the picture of happiness, signing off sarcastically.

Sienna: Good luck tonight, champ!

As Guv'Nor walks away, we fade to black on Sienna's grin.

Our pyro goes off and the camera swings around the arena showing several signs including "We Need No Test! We Know Guv is the Best!", "I am the Emerald Assassin", and "Sign My Petition to get Oprah Winfrey to host Test for the Best!" We then cut to a shot of a petition making its rounds through the audience while AFI's "The Boy Who Destroyed the World" continues to blare through the arena.

West: Welcome to Meltdown from the Oracle! We're in Oakland, California, and it's a gorgeous Monday evening!

Harris: Talk about GORGEOUS, Shane-O. The New Sindicate's Aubrey J. Parker is in the arena with her tag team partner, Logan Alexander! Rumor has it, the League's Envikado is in the house too!

West: Maybe they're here to see the six-pack challenge coming up for a spot in the Test for the Best tournament-- or our main event for the second spot between Guv'Nor and Robina Hood!

Harris: Or maybe they're here scouting The Unforgiven against Brian Hollywood and the talked-about "Madman" Chris Madison! M&M may not be able to compete for the titles while the Dying Breed are the champs, but they can scout the next contenders, right?!

West: Speaking of tag teams, Sang Réal is forced to compete in singles' action this week-- specifically, Gabriel Krown, as he takes on Yanzel Holmes. Nearly two months of torment has led us here, Dick.

Harris: And we've also got Catherine Jewel debuting against the Red Scorpion. But first, let's take you back to something that happened a little earlier today with some of the competitors from our six-pack challenge.

Earlier in the day...............

The scene opens up in the parking lot of the Oakland arena. The Limo of Jace Savage pulls . The driver gets out as the trunk pops open. The driver walks over to the far side passenger door, and opens it. Jace gets out of the limo and grabs his bags from the trunk. As he is walking through the parking lot he runs in to Niobe also walking with her bags. Jace and Niobe stare at each other intently.

Jace: Where's Knox? He leave you to yourself? Figures. You and Robina got lucky last week. Tonight though your by yourself with five other opponents in the ring. How do you plan to survive that?

Niobe: He got drafted to Overdrive, Jace you should know that. Nothing I could do. As much as I wanted to follow him, I can't. This isn't a Tag Team Match. I know what's at stake. I'm here and I'm going to make the best of it... How do I plan to survive five people in the ring? The only way I know how, fight through them. You got a problem with that?

Jace: I do have a problem with that, as to I'm one of those five. I'm not going to allow you to win Niobe. It will be me who stands with their hand raised, and to advance in Test For The Best. You better have brought your Wonder Woman underwear. You're going to need them.

Niobe: Say all that you want, we'll see who comes out alive in that match. You better bring your big boy pants then.

Jace and Niobe part ways but keeping an eye on each other to avoid an attack. After exchanging words with Niobe.
Jace walks in to the arena.

The camera cuts to an inside view of Jace entering the building. He's heading down the hallway and bumps in to Emerald Assassin coming around a corner knocking Jace's bags out of his hands. Jace looks at Emerald Assassin with a look of annoyance.

Jace: Watch where your going friend. I would hate to get things started so soon.

Emerald assassin: Citizen Jace I am very sorry. Obviously this was not my intentions at all and will help you clean up the mess. Although I do advise you not to involve us in a backstage melee. The consequences may just be too great.

E.A helps Jace pick up his bags.

Jace: Your not such a bad guy. I'll see you in the ring.

Emerald Assassin: Agreed.

Jace continues down the hall after his run in with Emerald Assassin. He makes his way to his locker room when He comes across Jerry Mathews in his locker room with the dor open praying with The Deacon. Jace stops at the door and interrupts.

Jace continues down the hall after his run in with Emerald Assassin. He makes his way to his locker room when he comes across Jerry Mathews in his locker room with the door open praying with Deacon Jeremiah. Jace stops at the door and interrupts.

Jace: You better be praying really hard because tonight God is going to sit this one out. It's you, Me, and four other competitors. Pray to god Jerry that when that bell rings you are able to walk out on your own free will

Matthews looks up from the prayer, obviously angry at being antagonized by Jace Savage. He walks over to the doorway, and looks Savage up and down.

Matthews: Rest easily, my son. While God himself may not be present in the ring tonight, he will be in spirit as well as intention when he enforces his will through my thoughts and deeds. And, let me assure you, Jace, he isn’t happy with you. Especially when you interrupt an attempt by his willing servant to give thanks. See you out there, Jace.

The pastor then slams the door of his locker room in Jace’s face. Jace Walks off smirking to himself. He heads to his locker and the scene cuts to the parking lot once more.

In the parking lot, a loud thunderous roar is head as the ground begins to rumbles. From the street, a line of motorcycles pull into the parking deck. About seven men drive onto the scene, all following in line with Knox heading the back. As they ride by the camera, Knox points to the camera man and nods as they drive towards the back where an empty area awaits.

West: That's Tommy Knox! What is he doing here?

Harris: I thought we got rid of the trash after the last draft. I can only assume that he's here to back his "old lady" up tonight as she faces off in our opening event.

West: That does make sense, Dick. We come to you out of Oakland tonight and Long Beach is only a short drive for him to make to see his girlfriend in action.

At the end of the parking lot, the motorcycles all back in and park side by side, in uniform. The rumble still echoes through the parking deck as the men situate themselves and their bikes. Then, in sequence, they all kick their stands down and lean the motorcycles to their side and let them rest as they turn off the engines. One last wave of echoes soar through the parking deck as silence quickly follows. Everyone climbs off of their steel horses and gather together in front of the parked motorcycles.

West: Whoa, whoa... what is that?

As the camera zooms in on the group, it becomes apparent that the men standing with Knox are fellow members of the notorious motorcycle club, The Nomads. In their black cuts, they stand with the club logo on their backs and "California" stitched at the bottom. Knox stands out from the others as his has nothing on the back except for "Prospect".

West: I've heard the rumors floating around the back but I didn't think they were true. I can't believe it, Knox is aligned with some of the baddest, dirtiest people in California.

Harris: What does that say about Niobe? She rides on the back of Knox's motorcycle and associates herself with these thugs. There's no telling what she's seen.

As the group continue to talk, Knox breaks himself away from the group and walks towards the back entrance to the arena. Backstage staff approaches him as he talks to them for a moment and point at the club members waiting to be escorted inside. As Knox passes the camera, the camera man grabs him by the arm to stop him and ask for a moment on camera.

Knox: Hold on, Jack! I wouldn't do that if I were you. I'll let you slide this one time because you simply just don't know any better by the way you appear to be scared shitless. I have to find Niobe, get out of my way. Make sure my friends get settled inside, front row. It's time to wreak some havoc!

Knox leaves the camera man behind as he darts inside, on his way back to Niobe's locker room. Backstage staff escort the remaining MC members inside the arena as the scene slowly fades.

The cameras cut backstage to a man getting out of the cab. Yanzel Holmes emerges wearing a two piece Adidas sweat suit as some fans notice him. He takes the time to sign a few autographs when two little boys approach him holding signs up. His eyes move towards the sign reading them to himself, “Go Daddy Go!” His eyes turn up and he sees Cameron Holmes, Michael Holmes, Grandpa Holmes and the lovely Nana Holmes.

(Kids): “DADDY!”

They scream out. He takes them up into his arms and kisses them bewildered by their appearance.

(Yanzel): What the hell are you guys doing here? How did you …

It’s Nana Holmes who reaches out with an envelope. Inside are 4 round trip tickets from Los Angeles to Oakland as well as four tickets to tonight’s Meltdown. He opens the envelope and reads the note attached.

(Yanzel): Dear Yanzel, I’ll get my hands on them soon enough but in the meantime I’ll have to enjoy watching you work. Here’s a little extra motivation to get your motor running. I know you won’t let me down. Signed, Warren Peace. Where will you guys be sitting?

(Grandpa): We’ll be right behind the announcers. First row. Kids we got to get to our seats. Come with Nana. I’ve got to talk with your father.

Yanzel kisses his children and brings them back to the ground. He kisses Nana and they wave one last time as Yanzel beams with a smile.

(Grandpa): That right there is the greatest motivation walking this earth. But it doesn’t matter unless you make it matter. You go out to that ring and you let those two boys know … THEY MATTER.

Grandpa and Yanzel embrace in a hug. He pats Yanzel on the back as he picks up his duffel bag and slings it over his shoulder. He walks towards the wrestlers entrance with an extra hitch in his step.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

We cut to the backstage area where Sienna Harrison is standing with her arms crossed, seemingly annoyed with the banter of her brother, Evan Envi, and his tag team partner, Delikado.

Delikado: ...So THEN the Wrestling Jesus looked down off the cross of 2x4's and said "Nothing, I can just see your house you watch this Pay-Per-View on from here!" What part of that joke is SERIOUSLY offensive or doesn't make sense to you, Sienna?!

Evan: ...Well, holy Hell. Look who it is!

The camera swings wide and the crowd erupts in an ovation as CRW owner, Talon is seen walking up to the trio. While Envi looks amused, Delikado looks unimpressed, and Sienna looks simply awe-struck.

Delikado: Who let this fan back here? Seriously, beat it, Delikado's off "praying for your eternal wrestling soul" duty tonight. Freaking Meltdown junkie...

The cheers turn to a mixed reaction as Aubrey J. Parker and Logan Alexander step into frame. Aubrey smiles and waves at Sienna, Envi, and Delikado.

AJP: Hey!

Sienna: ...oh... you guys decided to show up.

She smirks and looks at Logan.

Sienna: Is that wise?

LA: "Worried we'll beat someone up?"

Envi and Delikado both arch an eyebrow at the statement. Sienna blinks a few times and scoffs.

Sienna: You and your little band of misfits haven't done the greatest job of that... Why start shaking now?

Aubrey grins at Sienna's statement, her eyes growing wide with a fiery intensity... but she says nothing.

LA: "Well we have had much more success than you in your endeavours. How are things with Guv'nor anyway?"

Logan smiles politely at Sienna, who returns his look with a cold glare.

Evan: You're here to start sh--

AJP: We're here to put Meltdown on notice... we're here to let people know that the New Sindicate will be in Vegas next week for Meltdo-

Evan: Cool, we know, now leave. And take your bitch with you.

Evan shoots Talon a smirk after he says that and Talon narrows his eyes at first, but reacts with a calm, cool tone.

Talon: Evan, always the gentlemen. It’s good to see you again, you look a lot better than you did when you made that trip up to New York for that tag match… yeah?

Evan simply glares at him and shakes his head, bitterly. AJP cuts him off before he can even speak.

AJP: We'll go wherever we want. And if you're not a complete idiot, you'll pay attention to what we say.

Delikado: "Said the woman". Sweetheart, it's nice you think your inclusion in the Boy's Club empowers your entire race, but let Delikado be the first one to tell you that even if does--which it doesn't--then you're *still* a couple of light-years behind OUR power. FACT!

AJP: Oh, screw you.

Evan looks strangely at Aubrey and then at Logan... And then to Talon, with the crowd growing louder as the two stare at each other, neither flinching for a few seconds. Evan address Aubrey, still looking at Talon.

Evan: Aubrey, if I'm not mistaken, you're a sociopath-- diagnosed by a man that's had several professional wrestlers as his patients. Right? Right? I'm right-- right?

Aubrey glares at Evan.

AJP: It's actually called diss-

Evan: Dissocial personality disorder. Yeah-- I read the book. And doesn't that MEAN that you're a person that's incapable of love? Incapable of concern for human emotion? Incapable of guilt? Yes? YES?

While this inadvertently provokes an audible chant from the crowd, Evan turns to Logan and Talon.

Evan: So how the hell does THIS work, eh? How do you work with somebody that is CLINICALLY INCAPABLE OF GIVING A DAMN ABOUT YOU. Are you STUPID?

The crowd roars at the uncharacteristic placement of logic by Evan Envi. Aubrey defensively wraps her arms around Talon's and gives Evan a look that could freeze flames.

Talon: What Aubrey and I have, isn’t definable by some shrink who does nothing but try and play god from a cheap leather couch, maybe you should worry more about your little league and less about us.

Evan scoffs at the condescending mention of "The League", but Logan points a finger at him.

LA: "Huh... that's a funny sentiment coming from you Evan. Aren't you the one that dumped Aubrey on your arrival here. Without guilt. Without any guilt or concern for her emotional well being and clearly without any sort of love for the person you'd been with for so long? What girl are you on at the moment now anyway? Five... or six?"

Logan smiles politely at Evan.

LA: "Maybe before you 'save the world' you should try to fix the assortment of messes you've left in your own wake. By the way, how are Maria and her kids?"

Sienna: ...Oh dear.

Evan's face slowly falls, any and all humor draining from it. He visibly grows tense and takes one small step toward the New Sindicate and Talon. Delikado gives Evan a quick glance and throws up a hand, and a broad smile.

Delikado: Relax, bro. This guy can't even afford "Just For Men" to hide his grays. He's given up, and yet he uses Linkin Park as a theme song. He's CLEARLY gotta have emotional problems out the wazoo, and if his slut sidekick doesn't suck him down dead, no doubt one good bump on the head will. Trust the Deli when he assures you that vengeance against...THESE...

He nudges his head toward M&M and Talon. The Cuban doesn't even bother to classify them as people.

Delikado: ...Can wait a lifetime.

Delikado guides Evan away and turns, shouting at M&M and Talon.

Delikado: Though let's just be clear there ain't no fair telling HOW long your lifetime's gonna BE, heh-heh! Worst things can happen to a grandpa and his bitch than a kick in the face, mamapingas! As said by the Wrestling Gods! Bye-byyyyyyyyye nooooow! Heheheheheheheheh!

Envikado leave, though Evan never breaks his gaze from Logan Alexander. Sienna awkwardly looks between the two and then smiles up at Talon.

Sienna: So uh... Welcome to Meltdown!

Talon takes a deep breath, putting on his charming smile before replying.

Talon: Thank you for having me Ms. Harrison, Looking forward to an entertaining evening.

Sienna: Hehe, I--

AJP: Stop flirting, bitch... take us to the Sky Box.

Sienna looks prepared to respond angrily, but takes a deep breath, shrugging it off and leads the three down the corridor as we cut away.

The show goes backstage where former APW Meltdown star and current Overdrive star Michael Jennings is standing by with new APW Meltdown star Catherine Jewel who just happens to be his girlfriend. The crowd cheers when they see Jennings. He smiles deviously before beginning to speak.

Jennings: Mirror mirror on the wall. I want to know who’s the fairest of them all. And the mirror said that the fairest of them all was Catherine Jewel. Yes, my fans this is the best young star in APW. She is one of the best young talents this company has ever hired. She is going to rise to the top of the heap very quickly. I have seen what she can do inside of the ring…and outside of the ring but that’s another story for another time. This is about the here and now. Catherine Jewel is going to go out to that ring and kick somebody’s ass. And if you don’t like it tough shit. But, with that said, I’ll let the lady speak her mind. Catherine, the floor is all yours.

The camera moves over to focus on Catherine as she begins to speak.

Catherine: Thanks babe for that introduction well everyone hi my name is Catherine ummmm. Yea like Michael said I'm her here ad all I want to to succeed in this business. With my past troubles and me trying to learn and build from them is one of my goals. I am a proud mother and I'm lucky to find a decent more than decent guy in Michael. He makes me happy and I hope we have a great relationship from here on. All I want to say is that I will work hard every single week no matter what. I am going to give 100% percent in workouts and give you guy a great outing. Thank you and enjoy your night everyone.

Jennings: Later guys. We’ll be back after having a good physical workout.

He cackles deviously before putting his arm around Catherine’s waist as the two walk off screen.

The Red Scorpion is seen in the rafters of the arena.

Harris: The hell?

The Red Scorpion: The game is about to change tonight...The hero will fall...or will he...fly? BWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!

Scorpion puts his finger over his lips and says "Shhhhh." We then fade back down to ringside.

As the opening of the song starts to play, the video flashes on the tron of a camera panning up a grassy hill at night slowly until it gets to the top, panning from left to right, lightning flashing in the sky as the opening guitar rift plays. Niobe appears on the hilltop, standing with her legs shoulder width apart, arms down at her sides as she slowly makes her way down the hill before breaking into a run just as the beginning lyrics play...


'Nightmare!
Now your nightmare comes to life...'



Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides.

'Dragged you down below
Down to the devils show
To be his guest forever
Peace of mind is less than never..'



As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, pointing a finger at the crowd with a smile.

Paige: Introducing first, half of Iron Nightmare...NIOBE "NIGHTMARE" MARTIN!!!!!


As Josh Turner's "Long Black Train" begins to play, "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews strides down the aisle in a suit and tie. In his hand, he carries a Bible and begins his regular sermon as he ventures down to the ring. His spiritual liaison, Deacon Jeremiah, accompanies him to ringside with an offering plate, ready to collect money from any believers in the crowd. As he gets to the ring, he climbs through the ropes and removes his suit. He then raises his Bible in a preachly manner to the crowd as they boo incessantly.

Paige: And her opponent...from Redemption, AL..."THE EVANGELIST" JERRY MATTHEWS!!!!!!


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

Paige: And their opponent, born in Brooklyn, NY...LONDON CARTER!!!!!!!!!


As the lights in the arena simultaneously begin to fade out one by one the arena can be seen in a state of almost complete darkness as a growing echo takes over throughout the Action Packed Wrestling arena as the sound of a guitar kicking in can be heard coming from the PA sound system as the song “Man that you Fear” Marilyn Manson kicks in full force, as it does a single pulsing red strobe light flickers on. The first few lyrics of the song can be heard as out steps “The Merchant of Death” Damien Gargano himself from behind the black curtains, as he does a white pulsing strobe light begins to shine down on him as he turns his back away from the fans revealing the "Damien Gargano" logo that can be seen going across the back of his sleeveless vest as it is seen after a few minutes Damien quickly turns back around taking a moment to look out into the darkness that surrounds around him as the white pulsing light continues to shine down on him, as it does Damien drops down onto the entrance ramp below him and takes a knee viva la CM Punk style as he does he continues to look out into the darkness as the single pulsing white light continues to shine down upon him as it does two other lights flicker in on Damien.

Paige: Hailing from Chicago, Illinois he weighs in at 215 pounds and stands approximately 6 foot 1 inches he is the Merchant of Death... DAAAAAMIEN GAAAAAAAARGANO!!!

As Gargano’s name is announced, Damien begins to slowly walk on down the entrance ramp, he can be seen getting chants of abhorrence, and disdain from the nearby fans at ringside as he saunters to the ring with a villainous smirk on his face, once at the bottom of the ramp Damien walks up to the ring, and as he does he slowly makes his way on around to the steel steps, once at the steel steps Damien slowly walks on up them, before stepping inside the ring he removes his sleeveless vest before stepping inside the ring, once inside the ring Gargano climbs up the nearest ring post and throws one of his arms up, his hand in the formation of a fist (viva la Rock) before jumping back down from the ring post and awaiting for his opponent to come on out to do battle against one another.

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

Paige: And their opponent...Meltdown's resident super hero...THE EMERALD ASSASSIN!!!!!!


The lights in the arena dim and are replaced by green and gold flashing lights.My Time by Fabulous plays over the P.A system Jace comes from back stage rubbing his fingers together making the money sign. He stops at the top of the ramp throws his hands downSilver pyros go off He continues his way to the ring, walking up the stairs. Jace stops and wipes his feet on the apron before entering the ring and preparing for his match.

Paige: And the final competitor in this 6 pack challenge...JACE SAVAGE!!!!!!!!

Six-Pack Challenge - Test for the Best Qualifier
Damien Gargano Vs London Carter Vs Niobe Martin
Emerald Assassin Vs Jace Savage Vs Jerry Matthews


Almost at the instant the bell rang, Niobe Martin delivered a devastating right hand to Damien Gargano’s jaw, sending him flying backwards and out of the ring. She then turns here attention to London Carter, who stood mere inches away from her, and mouthed to her to join forces with him to take Gargano out of the equation. Nightmare seemed to contemplate his offer for a moment, but before she could, Gargano has gotten back into the ring, and has thrown himself at Nightmare, taking her down and kicking her with boot after boot to the head. Jace Savage pulled Gargano off of Nightmare, whipping him into the turnbuckle, and slamming him with a vicious clothesline.

Emerald Assassin and Jerry Matthews are locking up and and trip over the fallen Gargano. Gargano gets back to his feet and hits a shining wizard on Jerry Matthews and and hits a pump kick to the face of Emerald Assassin! Gargano stomps them both. Matthews swats at Gargano and sends him back, Gargano charges back in but Matthews grabs him by the tights and pulls him into the ring post. EA is back to his feet and all three start throwing fists. They start brawling and roll outside of the ring rolling around on the mat. Jace Savage spears London Carter’s side and you can hear his back pop like popcorn. Carter is hurting but is trying to throw punches on Jace as he gets up. Jace delivers a sick punch that nails Carter in the nose and grabs him by the arm and picks him up and goes for a belly to belly suplex, but Carter headbutts him...again...and again...and again...Savage is wavering but Carter continues the onslaught, nailing his forehead into the nose and eyes of Savage. Carter lifts Savage up and NAILS A FALLAWAY SLAM OUT OF THE RING!!!!!! The crowd stands in unison to see if Jace Savage is alive!

West: This is anyone’s match!

Harris: And the winner of this match could go on to great things in the Test for the Best Tournament!

Nightmare climbs to her feet in time to see London Carter take Gargano and whip him into the ropes again and duck his head, but Gargano countered by clubbing London Carter in the chest. London Carter stood upright, glaring at Gargano, then grabs Gargano. He slings him into the ropes and slammed Gargano onto his knee on the rebound, delivering a bodyshattering Backbreaker. London Carter goes for a cover

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NIOBE PUNT KICKS CARTER’S HEAD FROM HIS SHOULDERS!!!!!!!

London rolled out of the ring, Gargano rose to his feet and turned to face Nightmare. Gargano swings a wild punch that catches Niobe. Nightmare staggered backwards for a moment, then drove a fist of her own into Gargano’s face, knocking him back. The two went back and forth, with Gargano wincing with his back hurting. Niobe delivers a stiff kick to the knee that drops Gargano to one knee, Niobe comes up behind him...LUNGBLOWER!!!!!

West: If Gargano’s back wasn’t already damaged, it sure is now!

Nightmare with the cover...

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MATTHEWS PULLS HER AWAY!

Matthews picks her up by the hair and the giant man lifts her from the mat by the hair, she is kicking her feet and he spins around holding her by the hair...Jace Savage spears him in the gut and Niobe rolls out of the ring. Savage sends Matthews to the outside through the middle rope...Savage looks around and grabs the top rope...PLANCHA!!!!!! He lands on both Matthews and Niobe. He gets back up...What was that?

West: It looks like a fan just hit Savage in the back of the head!

Harris: YES! That’s no fan, that’s Tommy Knox!

Savage turns around and sees Knox and Knox takes off, Savage jumps the guardrail and is gone.

West: He’s not going to win the match that way!

Emerald Assassin is seen pulling himself from under the ring, he is trying to untie himself. He slams his fist into the head of a rising Matthews...and again...Apparently Matthews tied him up when the camera was following other action...what a shady deal. Gargano turns the corner and tries to blindside Emerald Assassin, but he senses that it’s happening and nails a sick Pele kick! London Carter grabs Niobe Martin and sends her into the guardrail...he grabs Emerald Assassin and rolls him into the ring. Assassin tries to leap toward Carter, but Gargano grabs his foot. Assassin hits his face on the mat. Carter picks him up...#BRAINWASH!!!!!!! COVER!

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GARGANO BREAKS IT UP!!!!!!!

Gargano picks up Carter...FACES OF DEATH!!!!!!!! COVER!!!!!!

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MATTHEWS BREAKS IT UP!!!!!!

Matthews scoops Gargano up...HOLY VENDETTA!!!!!!!!

West: THIS HAS TO BE IT!!!!!!!!!!

Cover!

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EMERALD ASSASSIN BREAKS UP THE PIN!

EA groggily gets up and nails Matthews with an INVERTED DDT! The crowd is reaching a fever pitch!

Harris: THAT HAS TO BE IT!

Cover!

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WHAT?!?!?!?!?!!??!?!?!!?

West: I’ve never seen anything like this!

The Red Scorpion has descended from the rafters and landed in the ring, he hooks Emerald Assassin to a harness and they shoot back up to the roof with EA kicking his feet!!!!!!!!!!

Harris: I can’t believe this!

Niobe Martin has dragged herself up to the top rope...she casts and evil look and surveys all of the bodies...She picks Jerry Matthews because of his proximity... And leaps off with the Shooting Star Press!

Harris: PHANTASM HORROR!!!!!!

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West: JACE SAVAGE IS BACK!!!!!! JACE SAVAGE IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tommy Knox is in pursuit and climbs the apron SAVAGE DROP KICKS HIM OFF THE APRON! Savage grabs Martin...He steps back up to the corner and steps backward up the turnbuckles...KNOX IS BACK ON THE APRON!

West: SAVAGE KICKS HIM DOWN!!!!!!

Harris: MONEY ROLL!!!!!!!!!!!


Martin is planted and Gargano rushes the ring, grabbing a hold of Jace-- but Jace spins him around and plants him with the same move!

Harris: AND THEN A MONEY ROLL TO GARGANO!

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Matthews and Carter are both just late as the ref’s hand hits the mat!

Paige: The winner of this match...and qualifier for the Test For The Best...JACE SAVAGE!!!!!!!

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Immediately, the referee is shoved away and the competitors continue to brawl!

As the chaos in the ring clears up, Knox rolls in and attacks Jace. As the two begin going back and forth with hard hands, Niobe attacks the ref.

West: What's happening now!

Harris: He just couldn't resist himself. Tommy Knox makes me sick!

As Iron Nightmare make an impact and beat on the helpless, the 6 other Nomad MC members at ringside hop over the barricade and walks to ringside. The crowd pops with boos and mixed reactions as they circle the ring like shark about to attack on a feeding frenzy.

West: Somebody call security!

The MC members climb in the ring and stand back, watching Knox and Niobe put a hurting on Jace and the ref. Somehow, the ref manages to get free and escapes under the bottom rope and breaks for the back.

Harris: Run for it, London!

Niobe gets upset and turns her frustration out on Jace, helping Knox put a hurting on him. The MC members move in closer as Knox kicks Jace below the belt and then lifts him in the air for a powerbomb. He holds him in the air for a moment, leaving the fans on the edge of their seats.

Harris: You've got to be kidding me!

West: Jace hasn't done anything to deserve this. All he did was win the match!

As the MC members cheer Knox on, he goes to bring Jace to the ground and end his night. Out of nowhere, Jace slips out of the hold and escapes as well and quickly slides under the bottom rope. Jace quickly backs his way up the ramp, keeping an eye on the gang inside the ring.

West: Look who it is!

Harris: Well I'll be damned.

West: It's Buckson Gooch!!!

Gooch rushes out from the back as the crowd erupts in cheers. Gooch walks up behind Jace and pats him on the back, showing him that he's there for him in his time of need. Knox looks on and shakes his head in disgust at the sight on Gooch.

Harris: Looks like someone is a little upset that Gooch has come to rain on his parade.

West: These two have a lot of unfinished business between them. This is where it all started. Meltdown is where Knox stabbed Gooch in the back after they came up short for the tag titles against Dying Breed.

Harris: I didn't like Knox before and I definitely don't like him now. I'm ready to see these two settle the score, right here, right now!!

Knox walks to the edge of the ring, closest to the aisle and taunts Gooch. With the MC and Niobe standing behind him, he holds his arms out to the side, daring Gooch to get in the ring. The fans begin to boo and throw trash in the ring as Knox climbs and stands on the bottom rope, taunting Gooch and Jace.

West: He's a big tough guy with all those people standing behind him, isn't he?

Harris: He seems to think so at least. I'm ready to see Gooch rip him apart.

West: I don't think we're going to see that tonight. You'd have to be out of your mind to climb in that ring with Knox and his biker buddies backing him up.

Harris: You just wait until Envikado hears about this. Wait until Havok finds out. You think this is over?! No-- the League will have something to say to Iron Nightmare and their biker friends, and I can't wait to see Gooch and Knox throw down in the middle of that chaos!

West: Looks like everyone's realizing... Strength is in numbers.

Harris: Next time, Gooch may not be quite so alone.

Gooch points at Knox as the crowd pops. The two get into a huge stare as the fans cheer Gooch on. Gooch then snaps out of it and pats Jace on the back and the two slowly back up the ramp, towards the entrance. As soon as they're gone, Knox hops down from the ropes and walks over to Niobe. He takes her in his arms and kisses her as the scene slowly fades out to the sounds of boos from the entire arena.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

THE FOLLOWING PREVIEW HAS BEEN RATED R BY THE MCAA.

”In a world, where one man holds the key to all the power...”

We cut to a shot of Terry Marvin holding the Undisputed Championship above his head-- followed by clips of him battling inside the Elimination Chamber, reigning victorious over Biggs, holding up his Survive & Conquer Trophy, emerging victorious over C.J. Gates at Rasslemania... And then we fade to black.

”Three brave souls travel to where no humans have traveled before.”

We cut to a shot of Logan Alexander and Christian Kane, both in their wrestling attire, looking at Aubrey J. Parker who folds her arms and sighs before looking at the two of them.

AJP: So you know what we have to do tonight?

LA: Put Marvin down.

CK: Make sure he doesn’t get back up...

Parker’s eyes flicker with interest and she bites her lips as she looks up at the two.

AJP: Better.

We cut to black...

...And we then cut to slow-motion as Keaton Saint, Phil Atken, and Terry Marvin are surrounded by Christian Kane, Logan Alexander, and Aubrey J. Parker in the ring. We cut to a shot of Saint being launched from the ring-- being refused entry by M&M and Kane. We finally cut to Terry Marvin standing tall over Phil Atken... And soon to a shot of Aubrey J. Parker handing Terry Marvin his championship with the four Megastars standing tall.

”FROM THE GUYS THAT BROUGHT YOU THE SINDICATE.”

Level One is seen making a business call from somebody in a luxurious office, the LeWinter sisters on either side of him. He removes his sunglasses and takes a deep breath.

Level One: We’re going in.

”AND THE PEOPLE THAT BROUGHT YOU M&M!”

Marvin: He’s coming... He’s coming.

We cut to a shot of tanks rolling through a desolate city, while the four members of the New Sindicate stand atop the rubble and broken bodies...

AJP: So let’s...

Parker simply forms a gun with two fingers and one thumb to demonstrate her meaning. She grins at Marvin... And slowly, Christian Kane begins to grin toward him as well.

We cut to darkness.

”This summer...”

News Reporter: They’re being called the most dangerous force that we’ve ever seen in the United States of America...

Several people, standing in the line of an arena watch, looking upwards as the lights begin to flicker...

People look into the cups of their beverages as the liquid begins to ripple and quiver due to vibrations. Somebody screams, and we cut to black, before slowly fading into a shot of Aubrey J. Parker, sitting in a restaurant, crazy-eyes in full effect as she leans across the table and looks at Logan Alexander.

AJP: We’re gonna destroy everything...

LA: Nothing we can do to stop it...

AJP: Nothing anyone can do...

LA: Chaos...

AJP: Chaos...

We’re introduced to a scene of Terry Marvin standing at the picture-window of his mansion, standing in a suit with a glass of wine in hand, watching as the city burns below him. He chuckles and shoots a look over his shoulder as somebody enters the room.

Marvin: Somebody say my name?

Oprah Winfrey says...

”The most spectacular stable I’ve ever seen! Christian Kane makes me feel like a woman again!”

George W. Bush says...

”THEY’RE EVERYTHING I’VE ALWAYS WANTED MY ENTIRE PRESIDENCY TO BE. TWO THUMBS WAY UP! NEW SYDICATE, WOOO!”

Kanye West says...

"THEY’RE THE SECOND-COOLEST GROUP I THINK I’VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE. SERIOUSLY. THE NEW SINDICATE COULD ONLY BE COOLER IF I WAS IN IT. SERIOUSLY.”

“Don’t miss the most unforgettable blockbuster of the summer!”

Christian Kane cheers as he stands atop one of the tanks, marked “Synndicate”, as it barrels toward a building marked “APW Headquarters.”

President Jeff stands alongside the Board of Directors as they watch the tank roar toward their building.

President Jeff: So help us God...

And quickly, we cut to a shot of the New Sindicate sharing a toast over the fallen carcass of an unnamed enemy.

MARVIN

PARKER

ALEXANDER

and introducing

KANE

Terry Marvin looks at his three comrades and a smile crosses his face, as the three stand in tattered clothes, bruised, scraped, and bloodied. He nods.

Marvin: This is our world.

THE NEW SINDICATE

NOW PLAYING IN AN ARENA NEAR YOU.

After the "preview" we cut to a brief shot of Evan Envi, Buckson Gooch, and Delikado staring at their monitor in shock, to amusement from the crowd.

We cut to another part of the backstage area.

The Red Scorpion is holding his belt and sees a producer up on a ladder setting up some lighting...

THE RED SCORPION: LOOK OUTTTTTT-AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

The producer comes down the ladder quickly and looks up, Scorpion slides under him with a school boy pin. Scorpions referee appears out of nowhere

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Scorp's Referee: The Winner, and still APW Revolution Champion...The only APW undefeated champion...THE RED SCORPION!!!!!

Scorpion gets up and holds his belt in the face of the producer who just shakes his head in disgust, Scorpion runs down the hallway laughing evilly.

Harris: Seriously-- can someone tell me what's wrong with that man?

West: You're asking for a lot.

Harris: Where's he even going?

West: Apparently he's on his way out here!

Harris: Why? He was already in a championship match!

"My Heart Is Broken" by Evanescence plays and Catherine Jewel makes her way to the ring.

Paige: Introducing first, hailing from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 140 lbs, "The Raven" CATHERINE JEWEL!!!

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

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

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

The crowd boo’s loudly.

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

The crowd boo’s even louder.

West: I feel like this happens a lot.

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

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

Harris: What a beautiful singing voice... For such a crazy man!

West: You're serious?

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

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

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

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

Paige: And her opponent, hailing from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 165 lbs, "The Revolution Champion" RED SCORPION!!!

Cathering Jewel vs. Red Scorpion


Cathering Jewel prepares to lock up, but Scorpion takes a moment to taunt the fans further. he steps up on the second turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air to the loud jeers of the fans. Jewel runs at him from behind and hits him with an Axe Handle Smash. Scorpion flips over the top rope and drops to the ground. The fans cheer and laugh at Scorpion. Jewel climbs up on the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a Cross Body Block. She drops down on Scorpion and both drop to the ground. Jewel gets up to her feet and attempts to whip Scorpion back into the ring, but Scorpion reverses and whips her to the guardrail. Scorpion charges at her, but she gets her foot up in the air and catches him with a boot to the face. Scorpion is staggered, but regains his composure quickly. the two exchange blows back and forth, but soon realize that they are being counted out. As the ref reaches the count of 9 both of them quickly slide into the ring.

West: This one could have been over quickly had these two not gotten the action back into the ring.

Harris: That definitely would not have been the debut Catherine Jewel is hoping for.

Jewel charges at Scorpion, but he catches her with a Spinning Headscissors. Scorpion bounces off the ropes and drops down on Jewel with a Senton Splash. He leaps up onto the top rope. As Jewel gets up on her feet, Scorpion leaps off and crashes down on her with a Diving Corkscrew Senton. Scorpion goes for the cover,

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West: Catherine Jewel showing some real resilience with that counter.

Harris: Sure she can mount a counter attack, but can she capitalize on it and pick up the win?

Right on cue, Jewel goes for the cover,

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Both competitors get to there feet and begin to exchange blows. Jewel gets the upperhand this time. She whips Scorpion off the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a Spinebuster. Jewel stomps her foot down on the mat to signal for The Shinning Finale. As Scorpion gets to his feet she goes for the kick, but Scorpion catches her leg. He lifts her up and drops her to the mat with the Scorpion Plex. Scorpion goes for the cover,

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Winner: Red Scorpion

Paige: Here is your winner, "The Revolution Champion" Red Scorpion!!!

West: Well, love him or hate him, Red Scorpion got the job done tonight/

Harris: How could anyone hate the guy. He is a very impressive performer.

West: Gee I don't know, maybe it's the pompous attitude. At any rate, Red Scorpion picks up an impressive win here tonight.

Meltdown is already fully under way and the Oakland crowd is hot for the APW stars showing their wares in the ring tonight. For now, the attention of the main camera is on the backstage area, near catering to be precise. Several employees and even a few wrestlers are milling about the tables sampling drinks and various foods...save for one small group. Off to the side, seated on a tech crate with his hands folded between his legs and head bowed, is Zachariah Blood. Leaning against the wall near him, arms folded across his broad chest, is his partner, the Silent Destroyer, Sentinel. The Sisters of Suffering, Talon and Lady Rayne, are off to the side sipping on bottled water and conversing in quiet tones.

Harris: Look, West! There they are! The Unforgiven!

West: Yes, I see them. Do you have to geek out every time they're on camera?

Harris: What's wrong with appreciating violent excellence?! You're such a downer!

Talon turns from the conversation with her younger sister to lean up and whisper something into Sentinel's ear. He pushes back some strands of blue-black hair and nods slowly with a thin smile forming on his face. She smiles back just enough to show the tips of her fangs before looking over her shoulder at Rayne and Zachariah. The former speaks in her demanding-yet-sultry tone to her charge perched up on the crate.

Lady Rayne: There's no need to look so sullen, pet. Things are proceeding as they should. Better, in fact. And tonight, we get to further endear ourselves to our benefactor.

Zachariah snorts and hops down from the crate, throwing his head back to send streaked hair over his shoulder. He doesn't glare at his Lady, but his expression is hard.

Zachariah Blood: I'm getting bored of our 'benefactor'.

Shocked as his words, Rayne levels a stern look at Zachariah but he doesn't flinch.

Zachariah Blood: The lack of support and faith shown in us is disturbing to me. Or are you going to try and tell me you don't feel it too? You, Mistress...

He points at Rayne.

Zachariah Blood: ...and the two of you...

He gestures again, this time at Sentinel and Talon.

Zachariah Blood: ...can't pretend that I'm not right.

She doesn't want to lend credence to the rant, but Rayne's expression denotes a similar irritation brought on by Blood's words. She looks at him for a moment, then her attention shifts past him. Someone across the way catches her eye and in turn the other three members of the group turn as well. The cameras shift over to spot Michael Jennings looking on at the The Unforgiven with a flat expression. Zachariah's eyes narrow as Rayne folds her arms across her chest. Talon, linked with Sentinel's arm, doesn't alter her posture or expression one bit nor does Sentinel.

Michael Jennings: I don't know who you think you are but the Natural Born Killaz are the top contenders for the World Tag Team Championship here in APW. We don't play around. The fact is around here it's survival of the fittest. The weak are the ones who will not survive the coming war of the factions. I have foreseen it even before the Sindicate split apart. I was the one wrestler here who saw the coming apocalypse. Now let me tell you something about what I think should happen. Instead of making yourselves the enemy of myself and my powerful friends you should think about joining us. What I have foreseen is an alliance headed by the NBK and you guys are some of the wrestlers I have my eye on as joining with us. Together we can rule APW with an iron fist and make everyone respect us. I know they don't respect me around here...

The Guv'Nor still thinks me being drafted means I don't want to fight him. I'll kick his ass an anybody else's ass that gets in my way. The fact is you guys might want to think about what I've said. They don't respect a lot of people around here. Maybe it's time we showed them why they are fools for not doing so in the first place.

Michael grins at them before walking off. Rayne tilts her head a bit as she watches him go, considering the strong words directed at their group. Talon makes a small noise of distaste and Sentinel is stonily silent. As for Zachariah Blood, he rubs his chin slightly before turning back to the group. Again his hand lifts to push hair out of his face as he speaks.

Zachariah Blood: His look rubs me the wrong way...but what he says resonates.

Rayne looks back to Blood, a brow elevated.

Lady Rayne: You know good and well that our benefactor would consider that a defection and a betrayal. You aren't seriously considering...

Talon: I think what Zachariah is doing is keeping an open mind.

Blood nods in Talon's direction before turning back to Rayne.

Zachariah Blood: It never hurts to have options. If a certain someone doesn't want us to have reason to consider such things, perhaps they should come down from their ebony tower and show some interest. Let's go.

Not looking convinced in the slightest, Lady Rayne steps in beside Zachariah as the foursome leaves the catering area. We fade to black.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

LAST WEEK...

Harris: I CAN’T HEAR ANYTHING!

West: WHAT? I CAN’T HEAR ANYTHING!


Guv clamps on a headlock, Robina pushes him forward into the ropes, Guv returns and is met with a DROPKICK TO THE GROIN!!!!!!!!!! He almost falls back, but she grabs his arm...EXECUTION LARIAT!!!!!!!!

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Harris: Good god! Hood may be out!

West: Savage just BARELY-- wait, what's he doing?!

Savage roughly drags Guv'Nor to his corner, steps out to the apron, and tags himself in, slapping Guvnor's chest to do so. He steps into the ring and shoots Guv'Nor an annoyed glance, kneeling down, and pointing to himself as he says something quietly to the Guv'Nor.

Harris: What the--?

West: I think Savage just told the Guv'Nor that this was HIS time and that HE was going to do this!

Harris: Did he even notice Robina crawling to her corner?!

West: No, he's still preoccupied with mocking his tag team partner!

Savage waves the Guv'Nor off and turns around-- into a hard boot to the face by Martin! Niobe Martin goes back to her corner and steps out to the apron, ascending to the top turnbuckle... But Robina Hood tags herself again as Niobe comes off for her signature Shooting Star Press, the Phantasm Horror! Robina Hood runs into the ring and pushes Niobe clear out of the ring! She hooks Jace Savage's leg!

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Paige: The winners of this match, Robina Hood and Niobe “Nightmare” Martin!!!!!!


West: And Robina steals one!

Robina Hood sits on her knees and grins at the Guv'Nor, who is still recovering from the Execution Lariat, holding his bloodied nose. He looks toward Hood, whose eyes grow wide and hungry as she sees the referee hand the Guv'Nor his North American Title.

Niobe "Nightmare" Martin glares at Robina from ringside, but she is soon joined by Tommy Knox, to boos from the Oregon crowd, who takes her by the arm, raising it into the air, victoriously as they retreat backwards up the ramp.

West: And now... Here's our boss. Chapstick, Dick?

Harris: I hate you.

Robina's music fades as Sienna Harrison steps out to the top of the ramp, Tyler Harrison (and his copy of "The Walking Dead" hugged to his side) next to her. Sienna grins and points to the ring.

Sienna: That.

The crowd buzz among themselves, unsure of what her comment means.

Sienna: THAT is our next Test for the Best qualifying match!

The crowd applauds as the Guv'Nor climbs to his feet, looking up at Sienna in realization.

Sienna: The Guv'Nor... Against... The PERFECT Megastar... Robina Hood.

Harris: Yes!

West: Guv'Nor and Hood next week!

The crowd roars at the announcement and Robina Hood continues to stare up at the Guv'Nor from her knees, grinning with wide-eyes.

When we cut to the ring, Brian Hollywood is standing on the apron in his corner while "Madman" Chris Madison whispers him words of encouragement.

Paige: The following bout is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring, the team of Brian Hollywood and "Madman" Chris Madison!

West: I've heard nothing but amazing things about Madison.

Harris: Apparently the dude is a work-horse. We'll see. He doesn't seem to have much faith in his partner tonight.

West: He doesn't seem to have much of a soft spot in his heart for the Unforgiven either.

The arena lights fade to a dim level as the opening to Rammstein's "Feuer Frei" starts up. As the chours is belted out several seconds later, the lights go up in orange and red as spotlights sweep stage and arena. The Sisters of Suffering, Talon and Lady Rayne, come out onto the stage and stop at the top of the ramp on either side. Moments later, Sentinel and Zachariah Blood make their entrance as well, the latter standing before the former with tattooed arms stretched out to his sides while the former stands with his head lowered.

"Bang, bang!
Bang, bang!"

The lyrics prompt the emission of fire from the stage which leads to the foursome storming down the ramp with a purpose. Zachariah rushes the apron and leaps onto it as Sentinel pulls himself up via the ropes. Talon and Rayne link their arms as their charges take the other two, lifting both sisters up simultaneously and holding the ropes open as they enter.

Paige: And their opponents... Accompanied to the ring by Lady Rayne and Talon, competing tonight at a combined weight of five hundred pounds, the team of Zachariah Blood and Sentinel...THE UNFORGIVEN!

Harris: YEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!

West: Oh. Lord.

Harris: YEEEEEEESSSSSSS!

"Gefährlich das gebrannte Kind,
Mit Feuer das vom Leben trennt,
Ein heisser Schrei,
Bäng bäng,
Feuer frei!"

The ladies slink into the ring in a sultry fashion, standing back to back before the ropes as their men ascend the turnbuckles. Sentinel holds his arms out wide, head tilted back as he soaks up the negative reaction while Zachariah milks it even further, letting out a roaring battle cry and hurling epithets at the fans which are lost in the tumlut. They drop down, once more hold the ropes so the sisters can exit to the outside, then turn to the task at hand. Zachariah sits on the top turnbuckle, Sentinel before him, both eager to begin.

Tag Team
The Unforgiven (Zachariah Blood & Sentinel) vs Brian Hollywood & “Madman” Chris Madison

The bell rings and Madison starts things off with Sentinel. Sentinel calmly approaches the center of the ring, a cold, steady gaze fixed on Madison. The two lock up, but the bigger Sentinel twists Madison into a rear waist-lock and begins to lift him, but Madison fires back with hard elbows! Sentinel breaks the waist-lock, covering his eye. Sentinel twists around and out of nowhere, Chris Madison hits a Wrist Clutch Exploder Suplex! Sentinel groggily gets to his feet, clearly disoriented, and Madison shoots the ropes, coming back for a stiff Shining Wizard!

West: Whoa!

Harris: Think Sentinel’s distracted by what Michael Jennings said in the back a few minutes ago?

West: If these guys are as great as you claim they are, no-- I don’t believe it.

Madison waits for Sentinel to climb to his feet, and hits him with a kick to the gut followed by what looks like it would be a DDT, but Sentinel shoves him into the ropes! Madison returns into a Samoan Drop! The crowd boos as Sentinel pushes himself up to his feet and lifts Madison as well, nailing a Headbutt! Madison holds his head in pain but blocks a forearm attempt from Sentinel! He hits him with several hard shots to the jaw and then turns, shooting the ropes, coming at Sentinel again-- but Sentinel charges him and nails a Discus Lariat!

West: Madison is turned inside-out, and there’s the tag from Sentinel to Blood!

Harris: These two are going to DISMANTLE the “Madman.” Plus... Blood and Madison had some-- heh-- choice words to say about each other this week, eh?

Zachariah Blood waits with a sick grin as Madison climbs to his feet and locks him in a front face-lock! Blood hits several knees to Blood’s chest before he attempts to lock in the Front Guillotine.

Harris: Eeee! The Masochistic Vice!

West: Maybe not! Madison with the counter!

Madison is able to throw Blood overhead with what looks like a modified Northern Lights Suplex! He bridges himself for a pin!

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West: GOD, how close was that?!

Madison sighs and waits for Blood to get up. He kicks him in the midsection and lifts him up, going for a Powerbomb, but he drops it into a Backstabber! The crowd roars and Madison pushes Blood over again after this move, hooking his far leg.

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West: Zachariah Blood managed to kick out of the Backiotomy!

Harris: And this SURPRISES you? The Unforgiven is the future of tag team wrestling!

West: Brian Hollywood hasn’t been able to get in this yet!

Madison tries to lift Blood up into a Saito Suplex, but Blood hits a rake to the eyes unbeknownst to the referee! He laughs loudly into Madison’s face as he does it before taking him down with a vicious Single-Knee Facebreaker known as Bloody Silence! The crowd grows loud in mixed reaction for the move and Madison shakily lifts himself to his feet. He comes at Zachariah Blood again, but Zachariah Blood is prepared and nails a Spinning Back Fist! Madison falls against the ropes and Blood shoots the far side of the ring, coming back, screaming as he jumps into the air and hits a high-flying knee to the back of Madison’s neck, forcing his throat into the middle rope! Madison bounces onto the canvas and Blood grins into the audience before sauntering to Sentinel, tagging the big man back in. Sentinel stalks Madison as he pulls himself up. Sentinel runs at “Madman” for a Big Boot, but Madison ducks and grabs Sentinel for a Reverse DDT-- but Sentinel fights out of it and twists him around, capturing”Madman” in a Full Nelson! Brian Hollywood watches nervously from the outside.

Harris: Sentinel’s going for the Full Nelson Slam he calls the Spine Lancer!

West: Hollywood can only watch!

Madison manages to swing his legs up to the middle rope, preventing himself from being forced away, and forcing the referee to start a five-count for Sentinel to let go! Sentinel releases at four and viciously slams Madison down anyway. He goes to pick him up again-- but Madison surprises him with a Small Package!

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Madison scrambles to his corner and tags in the outstretched hand of Brian Hollywood for the first time!

West: There’s the tag to Hollywood!

As soon as Hollywood enters the ring-- he trips over the middle rope! As he falls onto his elbows and knees, Sentinel forces him up into a vertical Suplex, dropping it down into a Sit-Out Powerbomb!

West: He tripped! He tripped!

Harris: BLACK SUNSET!

Sentinel covers Hollywood, and Madison has only been able to watch in shock and anger at what’s transpired.

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Winners: The Unforgiven

West: They did it!

Harris: Of COURSE they do it.

Rammstein's "Feuer Frei" blares through out the arena over the PA system after another win by The Unforgiven. Chris Madison stands in the middle of the ring looking down at Brian Hollywood who took the brunt of the loss. He shakes his head as he hops out of the ring and makes his way to the announce table. After grabbing a mic he walks over to the steel steps and begins to re-enter the ring.

Chris Madison: Cut the music!

Zachariah Blood, Sentinel, Lady Rayne, and Talon stop dead in their tracks halfway towards the backstage area.

Chris Madison: Job well done boys. Give them a round of applause!

Madison begins to clap as he moves around the ring looking at the fans trying to get them to applaud The Unforgiven for their win.

Chris Madison: That's two weeks in a row that Sienna Harrison has fed you an easy win. First she booked you against The New Dynasty who was already on their way out and now this. What amounted to a handicap match of me versus the two of you.

Madison placed his hand over his mouth as if to wipe the grin away. He looks back at Brian Hollywood who is now on one knee receiving medical attention from the APW trainers on the outside if the ring.

Chris Madison: Coincidence or not, whether your hired guns doing her dirty work or the companies new darling team that they're trying to build up, you can't look me in the eye and admit that someone's not looking out for your best interest! Zachariah, Sentinel, without Sienna Harrison booking your matches you two wouldn't be two and oh to start off!

Sentinel stands tall, silent as always as Talon watches on with his arm draped over her shoulder. Zachariah and Lady Rayne are by their side with looks of disgust at Madison.

Chris Madison: So the solution is easy. Next week on Mayhem we take the general manager out of the equation!

The fans erupt in anticipation of Madison's next words and begin chanting his name.

Mad-I-Son!

Mad-I-Son!

Mad-I-Son!

Chris Madison: I want to know if either of you two clowns are really as tough as you say. The way I see it, you didn't beat me in this ring. You beat some pathetic fanboy trying to live out his life long dream of being a professional wrestler. I would have been better off picking a partner from the audience. Next week, one on one...me...versus...either one of you!

The arena erupts as Madison walks towards the section of ropes facing Meltdowns new fearsome foursome. He dangles the microphone over the ropes in their direction awaiting an answer. Before they could huddle up and discuss it Talon begins nodding her head yes yelling out to Madison.

Talon: Sentinel! Sentinel! You get Sentinel.

Madison smiles as "Anarchy in the U.K." By the Sex Pistols begins to play over the PA system. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and points to The Unforgiven as they continue on to the backstage area. The camera focuses on Madison who is jawing off.

West: That is huge! Chris Madison versus the Sentinel next week on Meltdown.

Harris: If Sienna Harrison allows it...

West: I sure hope so.

Harris: One thing is for sure, if this is going to carry on the upcoming weeks fans will be thoroughly impressed. Both of these guys, Madison and Blood can go! I've seen some of their work in Japan and the fans will not regret it!

We fade away from the commentators and go to a commercial break.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

THE FOLLOWING PREVIEW HAS BEEN APPROVED FOR ALL AUDIENCES.

We blink in from black and the audience roars as four familiar figures appear on the screen, hidden behind black and white, blurry at first, though soon we see that all of them adorn business suits and sunglasses, sauntering toward the camera before it blinks to black again.

”This summer...”

Nathaniel Havok is seen trying to shove as many chicken strips into his mouth as he possibly can, with an avid crowd of supporters surrounding him.

”GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!”

We cut to another scene, where a disgusted-looking Evan Envi is shown throwing back shots of vodka at the urging of the same avid audience. With tears in his eyes, he wipes liquor from his lips and shouts to Havok from across the bar.

Evan: WHY DO WE DO THESE THINGS?!

Havok: BECAUSE IT’S WHAT THE PEOPLE WANT!

Delikado, wearing a referee’s shirt encourages the two to continue to dismantle themselves with meat and liquor, while Buckson Gooch watches from the corner in absolute horror. We cut to black again.

”Four friends band together... With one goal... One intention.”

Gooch looks up toward his comrades, all of them evidently waking up in a hotel room, still in their wrestling gear.

Gooch: We have to really save the world.

Delikado looks toward Gooch with a serious expression, sitting up slowly...

...And then bursts into unctrollable laughter.

Delikado: Silly Gooch! The world isn’t there for saaaaaaaving. The hell gave you that idea?!

Gooch nods to the shirt Delikado is wearing.

Gooch: It says ‘Save the World’.

Delikado: What? WHAT?! DAMNIT, NO!

”When one typo changes a group’s destiny...”

Evan Envi is seen looking through his fan-mail inbox, horrified at the unusual amount of letters. We cut to a scene of him speaking to his manager, Jenny Knite, inside of a hotel.

Evan: We weren’t supposed to save ANYTHING. We were supposed to rave. Rave the World!

We briefly cut to a scene of the four friends partying in a club, filled with neon-lights... With pacifiers in their mouths.

Evan: How did this happen?!

We cut to a shot of Havok who looks nervously to either side of him, wide-eyed.

Havok: Wha-- I-- I didn’t think it mattered much. The “S” cost like an extra forty-five bucks, man; we paid in cash. I didn’t have it. OH DON’T GIVE ME THAT LOOK.

”...They’re forced to change along with their destiny.”

Evan: Now we HAVE to do it. We HAVE to save the world from this-- this ‘evil’. We’re not even as evil as them. They’re gonna steal our thunder!

We cut to brief shots of Logan Alexander... Christian Kane... Aubrey J. Parker... Terry Marvin... Jason Kash... Michael Lively... Reaver...

Havok: I have no problem helpin’ take em’ all down.

Gooch: Then it’s go-time.

Delikado: LET’S RIDE, THEN, BAD BOYS!

...We cut to a scene of the four men piling into the back of a taxi cab.

Donald Trump says...

”IT’S THE SUNDANCE FILM FESTIVAL OF FACTIONS! NEW SINDICATE? FORGET ABOUT IT!”

Bill Cosby says...

”THE LEAGUE IS ALL THAT AND A BAG OF PUDDING POPS.”

Hillary Clinton says...

”FIVE STARS. TWO THUMBS UP. THE LEAGUE GETS MY VOTE-- AND I COULD WATCH THEM AGAIN AND AGAIN!”

“It’s the most breath-taking, must-see faction of 2013.”

We cut to the four men crying in the backseat of the taxi cab.

Havok: I don’t wanna save the world!

Evan: I DON’T KNOW HOW!

Havok: Why did we agree to thissss?!

The three men all turn and glare at Havok.

Evan: Forty-five dollars. That’s why. I hate you.

THE LEAGUE
of Extraordinary Wrestlers.

We cut to a wide shot of the arena, with fans screaming with “The League” with their battle cry before we cut to black.

COMING SOON TO AN ARENA NEAR YOU.

The camera settles on Logan, Aubrey and Talon (Wilkinson) sitting together in their skybox watching the show together.

Talon: Wow.

LA: "Wow... that seems like quite the comedy flick, doesn't it? On the whole, it's a total joke... but I guess there are a couple of redeeming features... Just need to figure out what those actually are though."

Aubrey grunts in frustration.

AJP: They are complete jokes. They have no redeeming qualities. And they- they probably think we're a joke too.

She crosses her arms and shakes her head in anger.

AJP: I want to fight them. I want them in a match. Both of them. All four of them if we have to. I'm so sick of the games, and the disrespect, and the... the... jokes!

LA: "You shouldn't let it get to you like that. People haven't wanted to take us seriously as long as we've been here, and we've made it our business to prove them wrong. Let them crack their jokes if they want. It proves nothing other than they don't want to deal with us face to face."

Aubrey seems to be looking at Logan at first, but then it seems that she is looking at Talon-- but even Mr. Wilkinson realizes it's not even him, They both turn around, and the cameras reveal Evan Envi and Delikado standing in the doorway to a loud pop from the audience.

Evan: Is that what you think? God-- after all these years, I thought you'd know better. We would love the chance to kick your asses.

LA: Right. That must be why your partner was so quick to run away earlier...

Evan: I think that was for YOUR benefit, actually. The 'only tag team that matters' against... Two cripples. THAT would be fair.

LA: "Oh? So you two are competing with injuries? Breaking news there."

Evan: You're funny. Except, def... Not.

Evan shakes his head at M&M.

Evan: Clearly you guys wanna fight.

AJP: Personally, I wanna fight.

LA: "I'm fine either way, but I could always use another warm up match heading into Test for the Best."

Evan: Fine. Next week, M&M versus Envikado in Las Vegas.

While the crowd roars at this announcement, Sienna Harrison forces her way past Evan and Delikado into the office, glaring at all four of the Megastars.

Sienna: No. NO. This is NOT how we do things on Meltdown-- this is not how we run MY show. I don't care what issue you and Logan have, Evan... You don't get to make these matches!

Evan: Oh, right.

The crowd boos loudly at this outburst and Sienna takes a few deep breaths, regaining composure before continuing.

Sienna: You guys want a match? Fine. But we do it my way. You guys face each other in a six-man tag team match next week. You guys can each pick a member of the Meltdown roster in your corner. And then after that, I don't want you guys using MY show as an outlet for your personal vendettas.

She shoots a glare at Aubrey as she says this.

Sienna: Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go make Hannah Storm earn her paycheck.

Sienna turns and exits the Skybox through the door. Evan and Delikado speak in hushed whispers for a moment and then Evan turns to M&M.

Evan: We choose the Emerald Assassin.

This earns a chorus of cheers from the Oakland audience.

LA: "Emerald Assassin? All right then. I think I know who deserves this opportunity then."

Aubrey nods at Envikado, with an all-knowing smirk- but abruptly pauses and turns to Logan with a curious glance.

AJP: ...who?

We cut to The Red Scorpion, as he is running down the hallway with his referee, they are both carrying suitcases and sprinting to the outside.

The Red Scorpion: Yes I'm sure...Emerald Assassin is after us...He will not get his comeuppance today! I am too smart!

Scorp's Ref: Don't you mean we?

The Red Scorpion: No way! Nooooooo way! COME ON!

They get to the parking garage and jump in their smart car and it speeds off...sound like a child's toy....

We cut to ringside.

Yanzel steps out onto the stage. He looks out to the crowd pointing out towards them before smacking the stage floor to hype himself up.

Paige: The next scheduled match up is for one fall. Coming to the ring first standing at six foot four inches and weighing in at two hundred forty pounds. He comes to you out of Los Angeles, California... YANZEL HHHHHOOLLLMMMEEESSS!!!!

He fistbumps and high fives fans down the ramp stopping at the bottom. He throws a 4 punch combination to the camera flashing a smile as he lifts his right arm turning his back to the ring.

West: We have a grudge match on our hands tonight ladies and gentlemen.

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

Harris: Holmes has looked impressive in that ring ever since he debuted. We'll see what he can do when he gets in the ring with Gabriel Krown.

Paige: And his opponent... fighting out of Denver, Colorado. Standing five foot eleven inches and weighing in at two hundred twenty seven pounds. Gabriel KKRRRROOOOWWWWNNNNN!!!!!

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

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

::The two men climb the stairs and walk along the apron before entering the ring. In the middle of the ring, the two strike the same pose as they did at the entrance. Krown gets to his feet and the two climb the turnbuckles to pose. Dismounting, the two move to Krown's corner. Murphey exits the ring as Krown disrobes and prepares for the match.::

West: Krown looks pretty serious tonight as he stares down Holmes from the other side of the ring.

Harris: We have a grudge match on our hands tonight and I have a feeling that things are about to get a little dirty!

The ref calls for the bell to signal as we begin the match.'

Yanzel Holmes vs Gabriel Krown

West: Holmes has a lot on the line tonight. His whole family came from LA to Oakland to watch him reign supreme in the Oracle!

The cameras briefly cut to Yanzel's family, who sits close to the ring, and they wave, earning a small pop from the audience.

Harris: Or to be sorely disapponted.

DING!!! DING!!!

Krown and Holmes both slowly walk to the center of the ring and stare each other down as the fans get louder with the cheers as they get closer to one another. Once in the center of the ring, they touch chests and talk trash back and forth before Krown makes the first move and headbutts Holmes in the nose, sending him back a few steps.

West: What a dirty move from Krown!

Krown wastes no time and lunges forward at Holmes with a powerful clothesline and nearly knocks him out of his boots. Holmes quickly rolls to his feet only to get knocked down again with another clothesline. He rolls up once more only to get put back down by the hands of Krown. Krown taunts as Yanzel takes his time getting up. As he almost gets to his feet, Krown lunges forward once more with another clothesline only to miss. Holmes dodges and sends Krown to the mat, face first, with a drop toe hold. Krown quickly gets to him feet as Yanzel rushes in and attacks with a series of body jabs, wearing down his opponent.

Harris: Holmes is using his size difference to Holmes at his advantage.

Later in the match, it seems that Holmes has the upper hand as he slowly wears down Krown some more with a big single arm DDT. Holmes goes for the cover as Murphy jumps on the apron and distracts the ref. As the ref yells for Murphy to step down from the apron, Holmes shakes his head in disgust as he slowly begins to get up and leave the pin attempt. Holmes grabs Krown by the hair and lifts him to his feet. He slams him with a quick backbreaker and pick him up once more, leaving no time for a breath of fresh air on Krown's end. Holmes then lifts Krown in the air with a firemans carry and quickly turns it into a double gut buster.

West: Yanzel could have already had the win if it wasn't for Murphy getting involved, distracting the ref.

Harris: Well, I guess Holmes is just going to have to make him pay with a few more hard hitting moves like those.

Holmes lifts Krown up by the hair once more only to catch an elbow to the stomach. Krown then runs to the ropes and comes back, nailing Holmes with a knee to the face while he's bent over in pain. Holmes head quickly snaps back as he flies to the mat and smacks it with a thud that echoes throughout the arena. Krown picks Holmes up by the ears and lifts him in the air, only to bring him down with a knee smash that nearly shatters the bone. Holmes releases a yell in pain as Krown gets up and wipes his hairs from his face and focuses on his opponent. He then runs to the ropes and comes back hitting Holmes in the same knee with a running dropkick.

Harris: I told you things were going to get dirty tonight!

West: Gabriel Krown is focusing on the knee of Yanzel Holmes. If the bigger man can't walk, then the bigger man can't win.

As Holmes rolls around the ring in pain, Krown taunts over him. Krown then grabs Holmes hurt leg and drags him a little bit before applying an indian deathlock to the hurt leg. As Holes fights the pain, Krown applies more pressure. Luckily, Holmes gets one arm to the ropes and grabs on them as Murphy walks to the apron and spits in his face.

West: Oh come on!

The ref notices that Holmes has the bottom rope and signals for Krown to release the hold. Ignoring the ref, Krown applies more pressure, forcing the ref to count. At the very last second, Krown releases the hold and climbs to his feet. Holmes pulls himself to the ropes and holds his knee in pain.

Harris: He's lucky that Gabriel didn't break it in half.

Holmes begins to slowly climb to his feet, using the ropes as leverage. Murphy taunts him from the outside. Then out of nowhere, Krown begins to get in the refs face and argue with the call to release the hold. Krown positions himself to where the ref has his back turned to the action, leaving anything in the air to happen next.

West: What's Krown doing?

Harris: I saw this coming from a mile away!

As Holmes climbs to his feet with the refs back facing him, Murphy quickly jumps on the apron. Murphy slaps Holmes in the mouth and then hops down from the apron, grabbing the back of Holmes head and bringing his neck down on the top rope. The fans pop with boos as Murphy walks around to the other side of the ring as Krown stops arguing with the ref. As the ref turns around, Holmes stumbles backwards only to get planted into the mat with a strong neckbreaker by the hands of Krown.

Harris: Say goodnight Yanzel!

West: This isn't right.

As Yanzel lays on the mat in pain, Krown grabs him by the legs and locks in his patented move, Checkmate. As he rolls Yanzel over with the sharpshooter, Krown applies pressure as the fans begin to boo. Fighting for as long as he can, Yanzel eventually looks to the outside and watches as Connor Murphy makes his way toward his family in the front row, leaning over and saying something to his child. His childrens' eyes grow wide...

West: Hey-- get away from those kids!

Yanzel forces his way toward the ropes and grabs the bottom, but he pulls himself out of the ring, fighting through the pain, and running toward Connor Murphy, hitting him with three SOLID punches to the man's head! The unsuspecting Murphy collapses.

Harris: He can't do that!

Yanzel grabs Murphy and throws him at the apron-- into Krown as Krown tries to exit the ring! The two Sang Réal members collide skulls and both fall to the floor! A possessed Yanzel runs to ringside, grabbing the steel chair from the timekeeper.

West: YANZEL HAS SNAPPED! He feels no pain-- he just saw his family being threatened, and that's all it--!

CLANG!

Murphy moves out of the way, but Holmes drives the chair into Krown's skull!

West: Not who he was aiming for-- but Holmes doesn't care!

Harris: SECURITY!

DING!!! DING!!!

Holmes continues to strike the downed Gabriel Krown with the steel chair!

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner as a result of a disqualification... GABRIEL KKKRRROOOWWWNNN!!!

Yanzel throws the mangled, dented chair aside as security begins to swarm the ring. Connor Murphy watches in shock from the top of the ramp as security apprehends Holmes and takes him up the ramp.

Harris: It must feel different for Holmes to be the one taken away by security, huh? Serves him right! Poor Krown!

West: Excuse me?! Poor KROWN?

Harris: I can't believe Yanzel would react so violently in front of his children!

West: Give me a BREAK!

As Yanzel is escorted backstage, a loud "YAN-ZEL!" chant has erupted amongst the audience while Murphy glares at him from ringside, checking on his bloodied and unconscious partner, Gabriel Krown.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

Coming back from commercial Jason Kash walks out of Jace Savage's room, and he is carrying a brief case. Jace walks out behind him, and Kash turns to face him They shake hands.

Jace: That's the first half, you get the second half when the job is done. Make sure your there on time.

Jason Kash just smiles as he walks away.

We cut away to a shot of Hannah Storm standing backstage with Sienna Harrison, just outside of the Sky Box.

Hannah: So as we just heard-- two huge tag team matches are confirmed for Meltdown's Las Vegas episode next week. Not only will the Dying Breed defend their Tag Team championships against the Natural Born Killaz, but now we've also confirmed... Envikado & Emerald Assassin against M&M and Red Scorpion in six-man tag action. What else can we expect?!

Sienna: Anything. And everything.

Sienna looks troubled by something and sighs, looking away, nervously.

Sienna: And we'll be ONE Meltdown Megastar lighter when we head to Vegas. Because tonight, the Guv'Nor is leaving us. So next week is a big deal. Next week is about starting fresh. Next week is about taking back Monday Night Meltdown. Be excited, Hannah.

Hannah nods.

Hannah: I am.

Sienna: Better be. And after what just happened-- I learned that Gabriel Krown might be concussed. It's too early to tell, but things aren't looking good... And I'm NOT going to have another injury on my hands... So next week, one way or another, it ends for good.

Yanzel Holmes takes on Connor Murphy, and we'll spin the Roulette Wheel to decide what type of match they'll be in. Everyone is gonna have a good time next week. Next week-- everything gets resolved.

She smiles at Hannah for a few moments and then turns, idly making her way away from the interviewer, who looks a bit confused as we fade to black.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Meltdown qualification match for Test For The Best. Introducing first: from Sherwood Forest; weighing 132lbs....ROBINA HOOD!!!

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

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

West: Two weeks ago Robina Hood was defeated by The Guv’nor inside the cage. She wanted this re-match tonight, but I don’t think she expected it to come with such a big carrot.

Harris: You always cloud the truth, Shane. Two weeks ago Robina beat the crap out of The Guv’nor--- she threw him off the cage, remember? Last week, Robina Hood took out The Guv’nor single-handedly, then pinned Jace Savage. She’s got his number, tonight she proves it.

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

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

Respect

Respect

Respect

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

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

From the back The Guv’nor charges down to the ring, slides under the bottom ropes and tackles Robina to floor.

West: The Guv’nor looks like he’s in no mood to waste time here!

Test For The Best Qualifying Match
The Guv’nor vs. Robina Hood

Guvnor pounds away at Robina’s face with repeated punches. The noise inside the arena is incredible, adding weight to every punch that lands. Guvnor gets to his feet, pulls off his white ‘MADE IN HACKNEY’ t-shirt, then drops Robina with a running clothesline. Before she can scurry away Guvnor goes to work on Robina with repeated stomps, but she manages to roll out of the ring, leaning against the crowd barrier.

West: The Guv’nor promised he would hurt Robina tonight; he said it he would end this feud once and for all.

Harris: And he took a cheap shot to do it. Robina wasn’t even ready to start the match and he assaulted her.

Guvnor is out of the ring, Robina charges him and starts clubbing at him wildly, but Guvnor counters with a headbutt, then whips Robina back into the crowd barrier, then sends them both over and into the crowd with a Cactus clothesline. Guvnor is on his feet quickly, a few fans pat him on the back as he goes to work stomping a hole in Robina. The ref, realising he’s already lost control, follows and pleads with Guvnor to take it back to the ring, but the NA Champ raises a clenched fist to the official to warn him off. Guvnor lifts Robina, doubles her over and repeatedly lifts his right knee into her body, then whips her with tremendous velocity into the crow barrier, charging at her and connecting with a running jumping big boot that sends her over the crowd barrier back to the ringside area.

West: I don’t think there is any intention to wrestle from The Guv’nor. He wants to just beat up Robina Hood tonight, and is there a more dangerous man on Meltdown in a brawl?

Harris: This is where we need a strong official. This is blatant abuse of the rules, and the referee needs to punish The Guv’nor for it.

Guvnor clambers over and catches up with Robina as she tries to retreat, slamming her face first on the ring steps. Guvnor paces around in a circle, then grabs Robina and whips her into the ring steps. As Robina crumbles to a heap outside the ring, Guvnor slides under the bottom rope and back out again, but no without tossing out a word of warning to the ref before he thinks about doing something as stupid as a double count-out. Guvnor stomps over to the announcer’s desk, pushes some official out of the way and folds the steel chair they were sitting on. He makes the straightest possible line towards Robina Hood.

West: Guv’nor got a steel chair. Don’t do this man--- you’ll get yourself disqualified!

Harris: Somebody needs to do something.

Guvnor stands over Robina, raises the folded chair, but she’s able to jump out of the way and the chair slams into the ring steps. Guvnor turns and swings the chair down again, but misses a second time, the chair hitting the ringside area floor. That gives Robina her chance and she takes Guvnor down with a chop block to the knee. These are vital seconds of recovery for Robina, but she keeps her eyes on her opponent, running a knee into the side of his head as he starts to get up. Robina grabs the chair and discards it, knowing it won’t do her any favours in this match. She lifts Guvnor and knocks him down with a stiff open palm strike to the face, then repeatedly kicks him to the body with punts, broken up by a few stomps on the head. The ref pleads with Robina, she obliges by rolling Guvnor back into the ring and following suit.

Harris: Finally, we might get to see some wrestling now. I applaud Robina Hood, what an exemplary professional.

Guvnor starts getting to his feet, but Robina runs at him and punts him in the face. She drops down to her knees, and starts pounding at the face of Guvnor. Robina lifts Guvnor up to his knees by his ears, then slams a knee hard into his face, then drops a leg across his throat. Robina wants it so badly so she makes a cover, but Guvnor kicks out instantly, before the ref can even register a one count. Robina lifts Guvnor to his feet, gives him a European uppercut, then pushes him into a corner. She delivers several chops to the chest, then a running dropkick to the chest that puts Guvnor in a seated position. Robina places her foot on Guvnor’s throat and straightens her leg, choking him against the middle turnbuckle. The ref is in with the count, and Robina breaks the choke and retreats to the opposite turnbuckle on the diagonal.

West: Robina pushing the limits and the referee’s patience with that choke.

Harris: But the real story is she now has full control of this match. She has completely neutralized The Guv’nor and he is at her mercy.

Robina charges looking for a knee to the face, but Guvnor ducks and rolls away and Robina gets hung up in the corner. As she extracts herself she is accosted by a flurry of blows from Guvnor, highlighting his background as a bareknuckle fighter. Guvnor beats Robina down into a seated position, then begins to pummel her with a barrage of blows unprecedented in their savagery. The ref decides he’s had enough of this and drags Guvnor away, but the Champ breaks free to plant on hard stomp on the face of Robina, before backing off to a corner. Robina is face down on the mat, takes a while to get back to her feet, and when she does so she does well to counter a Guvnor charge with a back body drop over the top rope. Guvnor lands on the apron though and swings an arm, but Robina ducks under it and gives him a shoulder thrust to the midsection through the middle rope. Guvnor though grabs Robina with a gutwrench and heaves her up onto his shoulders looking for a powerbomb.... but Robina counters with a hurricanrana, dragging Guvnor over the top rope and back into the ring. As he gets back to his feet she charges at him and drops him with a Yakuza kick. Robina makes a cover...

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Robina is quickly on her feet, stalking Guvnor. She lifts him and delivers a back drop suplex, then kicks him a punt to the ribs, before making another cover....

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West: Robina knows she has to try and put The Guv’nor away now. She’s on the front foot, she needs to make it count.

Robina doesn’t relent, taking Guvnor and holding him in a chinlock for 10-15 seconds, then slamming his head on the mat, and giving him a hard stomp on the ear. Guvnor rolls away, gets into a seated position but Robina continues the attack with a chop to the back of the head, following this up with a soccer kick, then a jumping elbow drop onto the ribs. Another cover from Robina...

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Robina slams the mat hard with her hand.

West: This is incredible fortitude from The Guv’nor. He just does not give up, and it is this unwillingness to buckle that has been the frustration of Robina Hood in particular.

Harris: She would give anything to beat this man, just once. She’s already given up so much. I really believe she would accept losing every match in her career if she could just beat The Guv’nor once.

Robina lifts Guvnor, kicks him in gut, then gives him a neckbreaker, Another jumping elbow drop follows this, and a cover, but it’s the same result: The Guvnor kicks out. Robina now shows some frustration, grabs Guvnor’s head and repeatedly slams the back of his head on the mat. She does this about half a dozen times and makes another cover, but yet again Guvnor shows resistance. Each kick out getting an even bigger pop from the crowd.

West: It’s becoming harder and harder for The Guv’nor with every kick-out. This is relentless from Hood, and only the backing of the crowd seems to be keeping the champ alive.

Harris: The myth is being shattered here, Shane. This is a total decimation of The Guv’nor.

Robina has the chinlock in again, but Guvnor fights back to his feet. Robina tries to make it a sleeper hold, but Guvnor fights her off with a couple of back elbow to the sternum. Guvnor rebounds off the ropes and drops Robina with a shoulder charge. Robina gets up quickly, Guvnor looks for the Black Cab Smash (Rolling Elbow), but Robina ducks under it and counters by taking Guvnor down into a dragon sleeper, applying a body scissors to go with it.

West: Change of tactic here from Robina--- she’s going to try to force a submission.

But Guvnor refuses to tap, but Robina has the choke well-established and Guvnor soon starts to fade. The cheers from the fans don’t help and Guvnor’s body starts to go limp. The ref lifts Guvnor’s arm and lets it drop.

ONE!

The crowd start to cheer for the champ. The ref raises the arm again and it drops.

TWO!

West: The Guv’nor might be out cold here. Robina Hood is going to win this by knockout!

The ref has the arm raised, almost fearful to let it go. Robina barks an order for him to release it. He does and it drops

THRE-

NO! Guvnor thrusts his arm upwards; the crowd roar with delight.

West: Robina Hood is trying to tighten the grip, but Guvnor is fighting his way back here.

He’s quickly back to his feet and three elbows loosen the grip, then he grabs Robina’s head and whips her over his shoulder, slamming her down on the mat. Robina gets to her feet, but Guvnor quickly charges her down. She gets up again, a shoulder bump puts her. Robina gets up a third time, Guvnor rebounds off the ropes and nails the London Drop. The crowd cheer as he covers...

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NO! Robina just gets a shoulder up!

Guvnor lifts Robina, knees her to the gut and sets her up for the Gypsy Kiss, but she reverses him into the ropes and tries to nail her own finisher, the Execution lariat, but Guvnor ducks under the arm. Both go for the rolling elbow....THEY CONNECT AT THE SAME TIME!

West: You could hear the impact over here. Both Guv’nor and Hood may be out cold.

The impact gets a big pop from the live crowd. Both are down for a seven count from the referee. As they get up Guvnor goes for a savate kick to the throat, but Robina counters with a Matrix-style evasion, then out of nowhere blows red mist into Guvnor’s eyes. As he tries to restore his vision, Robina rebounds off the ropes and nails the Execution lariat. There is disbelief from the crowd as Robina covers....

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Winner-

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GUVNOR KICKS OUT!

West: Robina Hood thought he had it there. There was a hair’s width in that.

The crowd go beserk! Robina is wide-eyed with her own disbelief.

Harris: It was a three count, Shane! Call it! It was a DAMN three count!

Robina gets to her feet, retreats to a corner and has a bit of a temper of tantrum, kicking and punching the turnbuckles. Still in this rage she stomps to Guvnor and lifts him, but counters and puts her down with a snap body slam. The crowd cheer as they sense the moment arriving. Guvnor stalks Robina, she rises...

West: GYPSY KISS! IT’S OVER!

Guvnor covers...

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NO!

West: WHAT?

Harris: YES! YES! YES!

Now Guvnor cannot believe what is happening as he sits up, hands on his head. The crowd are cheering in appreciation of both wrestlers.

West: Robina Hood just kicked out of the Gypsy Kiss! The Guv’nor has kicked out of Execution. What is it going to take for somebody to win this match?

Guvnor lifts Robina, he wants another Gypsy Kiss, but she counters with a reverse STO. But does she have enough left in the tank to make the cover. But is she even doing that? Instead Robina heads towards the turnbuckle and climbs to the top rope. She sees Guvnor getting to his feet and leaps off, but he counters her attack with a kick to the gut, sets her up for the Gypsy Kiss....

...But Robina reverses and hits a Gypsy Kiss of her own!

West: What are we seeing here! Robina Hood just used Guvnor’s own move!

Robina covers...

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STILL NO!

Guvnor kicks out!

West: What else can these two produce? What else can they give?

Harris: Shane, I don’t think either of them is going to quit in this one. We could be here ‘til next year.

Both remain down: Guvnor on his back, Robina prostrate on hands and knees next to him. The ref doesn’t bother with a count; he’s made the judgement that this match, these warriors deserve better. Eventually they start to rise, and reach their feet together. There is a tired exchange of blows, but neither are able to maintain their vertical base for long and drop down to their backsides. They crawl towards each other and trade blows, and it takes a rake of the eyes from Robina to bring it to an end. Robina grabs Guvnor and unsteadily brings them to their feet, but Guvnor fights her off and whips her into the ropes. He charges at her, but she uses the momentum to nail the Execution lariat. Exhausted Robina drops down and lands with her arm draped across Guvnor’s chest...

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West: She did it!

Winner and moving on to Test For The Best: Robina Hood

There is an odd reaction from the crowd upon the announcement. There are some boos, but largely the reaction is a standing ovation. Both wrestlers remain down for about ten seconds.

West: Robina Hood has done it! She’s beaten The Guv’nor. She’s going to Test For The Best, but so much more than that! What a match!

Robina drags herself to her knees and raises one arm in the air. She gets to her feet, puts her hands on her face and drops back into a corner.

Harris: Remember this day Shane. Not only is this moment the beginning of the end for The Guv’nor, remember June 3rd 2013 as the day on which a new megastar was born--- Robina Hood, you have arrived!

Robina lets out an ecstatic cry as the realisation of her victory sinks in. The Guv’nor is slouched in a corner, his eyes fixed on Robina.

West: Ladies and gentlemen, to put this into context: Robina Hood has just done what nobody has been able to do in the past four months--- she’s beaten The Guv’nor, she’s pinned him. The longest streak in Meltdown history is gone!

Robina exits the ring, but as she does so there is a moment when her eyes meet with her rival. The looks says it all: no lack of hatred, but a burning respect. Robina makes her way up the ramp where she is greeted by Sienna Harrison, the GM raising Robina’s hand proudly.

West: It’s not over yet, folks. How could we forget? It’s not over for The Guv’nor. He’s got a big decision to make--- Overdrive or Asylum? It’s next!

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

We return to the ring which has been given the usual makeover for these contract signings.

West: Welcome back to Monday Night Meltdown. Well this is it, the moment of truth. It’s time for The Guv’nor to make his choice. Is he going to Overdrive or Asylum?

Harris: I think he’s Overdrive.

West: The rumours are he signed a deal with Stefan Raab minutes before Raab was beaten by Biggs last night.

In the ring are Sienna Harrison, Alexander Duvall, President Jeff, and The Guv’nor, still looking exhausted from his match with Robina Hood. Sienna is on mic.

Sienna: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we bid a fond farewell to the North American Champion, The Guv’nor, as he decides whether he will draft to Overdrive or Asylum.

The crowd pop for The Guv’nor, Sienna is all smiles and pride.

Sienna: Now I’m sure you all hoped to see The Guv’nor leave Meltdown with his undefeated streak intact, but, tough luck because Robina Hood once again proved tonight why she is the future of Meltdown, why she deserves to represent this brand at Test For The Best.

Some booing from the crowd.

President Jeff: Okay Sienna, let’s get on with this.

Sienna looks disappointed at Jeff’s prompt.

Sienna: It’s okay Jeff, I got this. We can’t let The Guv’nor leave without reminding people of this lasting impression. But you’re right, we’ve had enough of him on this show. So Guv’nor--- which contract are you signing?

There is some competition from the crowd as some chant ‘Overdrive’, some chant ‘Asylum’. Guv’nor ignores it and speaks.

Guvnor: I shouldn’t expect any better of you Sienna. Since the day I met you I knew you were a classless bitch who flaunts her wares about the place like a $20 whore.

That pop the crowd; Sienna looks furious. She turns to President Jeff and Duvall, who are both trying to suppress a smile.

Guvnor: But nobody is still in this building to listen to you, you no-good bastard, so do us all a favour and keep that hole in your face closed for just two minutes. I’m sure there’s plenty of desperate mugs in the locker room that got something they can fill it with if need be. Maybe even that spineless brother of yours.

Another pop from the crowd. Sienna is red with rage and embarrassment.

Guvnor: Now I’ve had a good long think about what comes next in my career. I’ve been to Overdrive and I’ve been to Asylum, as I assume it’s being called again. I look at the rosters and it’s difficult to decide which one I prefer most. Both got great traditions. Both have great titles to compete for. But most of all, both of them got plenty of slags that could do with having my boot print etched across their face.

The crowd show their support with a ‘Guvnor’chant.

Guvnor: No offense to you Jeff, or to Reginald Schmidt, but I was kind of rooting for Stefan Raab last night. I think I might have enjoyed tearing that German mug a new one every couple of weeks, but I guess it wasn’t to be. But I made my decision independent of that.

I had to think about which brand could offer me not just competition, but the sense of belonging we are all in need of. People look at me and think I’m some kind of brute, and yeah I can be a right horrible bastard at times, but I’m a sensitive soul at heart, and like everybody else I’m just looking for a place to rest my head; a home where I feel comfortable doing what I do.

Harris: What is he talking about?

West: Man’s bearing his soul, Dick.

Guvnor: For the past four months that’s been Meltdown, and for the past few months the North American Championship has been my bread and butter; it’s been my whole reason for being. Even when I was competing in the Iron King tournament it was always the North American Championship I had in mind. Fighting all those great warriors from across the globe was about showing, as much as anything else, this title stood on its own feet, stood its ground against any other title in the business.

Meltdown loyalists like that comment.

Guvnor: So I had to ask myself--- why would I turn my back on all of that?

Harris: What the hell does that mean?

Guvnor: So I gave President Jeff a call, knowing he’s a stand-up geezer, one of your own, and we had a heart to heart.

Sienna looks at President Jeff, glaring at him with curiosity about why she’s wasn’t privy to this information.

Guvnor: And Jeff, he agreed with my proposal.

Sienna: What proposal? Why wasn’t I consulted about this?

Guvnor: The proposal, sweetheart, was that I remain right here on Meltdown, with my championship, on my show, with my fans.

The crowd roar; Sienna’s eyes widen and she starts to shake her head.

West: What’s he saying? Is Guvnor---?

Guvnor: That’s right Sienna, as of this afternoon, as of this contract-

Guvnor pulls a piece of paper out of his shorts and hands it to Sienna.

Guvnor: -the biggest draft in APW history goes to...MELTDOWN!

West: I don’t believe it!

The crowd pop as loud as they have all night. Sienna scans the contract, looks to President Jeff, who turns and exits the ring with Alexander Duvall.

Sienna: N-NO-NO! This can’t be---

Guvnor wraps his arm around Sienna.

Guvnor: It is princess. Signed and sealed, as per that contract, we’re colleagues.

Guvnor takes it from her and puts down his autograph, before signing off with.

Guvnor: The Guv’nor just clocked in, folks, and he’s MELTDOWN!

The crowd roar as ‘Original Nuttah’ begins to play. The Guv’nor climbs to the top rope and raises the North American Championship high above his head.

West: What a turn of events! The North American Champion is staying on Meltdown! What a signing! What a coup!

Harris: I don’t think Sienna will see it that way.

Sienna Harrison remains rooted to the spot, unable to take her eyes away from the contract that has The Guv’nor re-signed to her show, re-signed to MELTDOWN. The scene fades to the APW logo as Meltdown goes off air.

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