Meltdown Does Vegas! - June 10th, 2013

[Evan De Parker]

Dark match

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Mr. Enigma vs Sjin Drako

The bell rings and both men go for a lock up and Enigma kicks Darko in the gut. Enigma lays in a punch, knocking Darko to the mat. Darko backs to the corner and Enigma goes to him and delivers a big chop before sending Darko to the opposite corner. Darko hits the corner and Enigma comes running, catching Darko with a big clothesline. Darko falls to his knee’s. Enigma pulls Drako up and scoop slams him in the middle of the ring. Enigma bounces off the ropes and drops a leg drop. He gets back up and drops another one and goes for a cover
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Enigma pulls Darko up and throws him to the corner. Enigma runs at him and Darko gets both feet up in Enigma’s face. Enigma stumbles back and Darko jumps up to the middle turnbuckle. He leaps off with a Hurricanrana, but Enigma catches him and Power Bombs him in the middle of the ring. Enigma signals for the end. Enigma lifts Darko up for a Suplex and drops him in a reverse stunner which he calls, The Code Breaker. Enigma hooks the leg for the pin

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Winner: Mr. Enigma[/center]

"The Boy Who Destroyed the World" by AFI hits the PA system and the arena pans around the arena, displaying several of the signs held by many of the Las Vegas fans around the arena, including "The Red Scorpion kidnapped my babies!", "Brian Hollywood is UNFORGIVEN", and "I Tune In For the Movie Trailers! What's Wrestling?!"

Shane West: Welcome to the tonight’s episode of Monday Night Meltdown! I’m Shane West, I’m joined by none other than Dick Harris and tonight’s edition is not only taking place in Las Vegas but the majority of the matches tonight are taking place under Roulette Wheel rules.

Dick Harris: Indeed they are, Shane and you know what the most interesting thing about these Roulette Wheel matches are? Nobody knows the stipulation until it the wheel decides, no nobody knows what to expect on this night of chance.

Shane West: Chance is indeed one of the best words to describe tonight’s edition of Meltdown. We’re also kicking the night off with the Guv’nor defending his North American Championship against Niobe “Nightmare” Martin, Jace Savage and Robina Hood. That's how we begin an ACTION PACKED EDITION of Monday Night Meltdown!

Harris: When isn't it?!

West: We have a HUGE show for you folks! We have TWO huge tag team matches, including the World Tag Team Championship match which sees the Dying Breed defending their titles against Jake Titan and Leon Roberts from the Natural Born Killaz!

Harris: And if that's not enough, we have M&M teaming up the Red Scorpion to take on longtime rivals Envikado, and the Scorpion's arch-nemesis, APW's resident superhero, the Emerald Assassin.

West: That one's gonna be heated, but THIS one is gonna be explosive-- "Madman" Chris Madison takes on one of YOUR personal favorites...

Harris: Haha, yes! The Sentinel from the Unforgiven makes his singles' debut tonight in APW!

West: He's not the only one, though. Connor Murphy makes his singles' debut in a match against Yanzel Holmes!

Harris: Holmes took out Krown last week, a month after Krown and Murphy of Sang Réal took out Warren Peace. Tonight, it's supposed to come to an end. And we have so much more! Did you know that Michael Jennings is in the house?

West: Well, he's set to face Evan Envi for the Overdrive Championship at Test for the Best, but I think the person that should really be concerned is Jennings' girlfriend, Catherine Jewel's opponent this evening... Jerry Matthews.

Harris: Matthews should never be worried! He's amazing! Amazing...

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

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

Respect

Respect

Respect

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

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

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

Bad boys inna London
Rude boys inna England

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

Mi are di nuttah
Original madmah madmah mad nuttah

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

Nicky Paige: Hailing from the East End of London, he weighs 228lbs...THE GUV’NOR!!!

The Guv’nor slides into the ring and tosses his shades into the crowd as he climbs the turnbuckles, tapping with his hand the ‘MADE IN HACKNEY’ legend on his t-shirt. He climbs down as the music fades, and takes a mic from Nicky Paige:

West: The Guv’nor defends the North American Championship tonight in some kind of 4-way match involving Niobe Martin, Jace Savage, and long-time rival Robina Hood.

Harris: I think he’s got a few things to say first; maybe an apology for his deception last week.

Guvnor waits out a ‘GUVNOR IS MELTDOWN’ chant, then puts the mic to his lips.

Guvnor: That is exactly why I decided to re-negotiate my APW contract to stay on Meltdown.

The crowd pops.

Guvnor: Listen bruvs, all week I’ve had people chewing ear off about why I made this choice. It seems these days every geezer in the street thinks they know what’s best, not to mention the slags that have somehow got a hold over you and try to manipulate the situation for their own benefit.

Last week I had to set down a message for everyone. Sure, I’m staying on Meltdown because this is where I want to be. I love this place because it embraced The Guv’nor from day dot. Not too many people in this world give me the open arms every night of the week like you people do.

But I also had to let Sienna Harrison know that I won’t be going anywhere until I say so. Sienna thinks she can dangle the carrot in front of someone and they’ll do whatever she wants. Not me. So I’m sure Sienna is opted now for the stick treatment with this title match and the unknown stipulation. So let’s have it princess, do your worst.

The Guv’nor drops the mic, backed by a crowd roaring him laying down the challenge. A few moment of silence pass before ‘Money Maker’ hits and Sienna Harrison walks out from the back with a very serious look on her face, mic in hand.

Sienna: I find it very upsetting that people would cheer this man after the way he deceived us all last week. That’s right; this man lied to each and every one of you and you just don’t care. In fact you applaud him!

The crowd respond in a mixed reaction, some booing Sienna, most cheering the Guv'Nor's deception.

Sienna: But then should I expect any better from a city built on gambling, prostitution, and organised crime.

There is a mix of boos and cheers reacting to that. Guvnor nods along, he seems to endorse Las Vegas’ heritage.

Sienna: However, tonight we take back Meltdown from the madness that has engulfed it in recent months. Last week your defences were broken by Robina Hood, and soon we will see the end of The Guv’nor. Tonight, in fact, when your North American Championship reign is ended by the best Meltdown has to offer.

And when you lose Guvnor, when you no longer have the North American Championship around your waist, then your purpose on this show, your reason for taking up space in my locker room will be gone. When that happens I promise I will take great pleasure in firing you.

More booing from the crowd.

Sienna: Enjoy this night Guvnor because this is your final night on Meltdown. I promise, by the end of it, the North American Championship will be sullied no more. Nicky Paige, spin the wheel of fortune.

We cut to the Roulette wheel at ringside. Nicky spins it and the arrow lands on...

West: Championship Scramble! I don’t believe it!

Sienna looks on with a smile, as she knew it all along.

Sienna: A scramble it is. Let me see, why don’t we make it half an hour and see just how long you can last, bruvva!

Harris: But who’s the first competitor?

They say we wanted attention

Those five words of "Ignite" by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela immediately interrupts [name of opponent]'s theme and causes him/her to glare at the stage to see their opponent.

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

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 Robina walked pass them, her eyes not blinking away from her opposition.

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 remained fully focused on her opponent, almost as if planning when to pounce.

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

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

She walks up the ring steps, halfway across the apron and steps into the ring as the song continued. Once in the ring Robina kept her eyes on her opponent, pointed a finger at him/her and states that "you're going to die!" 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 simply stands there and glared her eyes towards her opponent as the referee pats her boots, checking for any weapons stashed in there, while her theme slowly dies out.

West: Before we get to this, let's take you back to what happened a little earlier tonight, a little before cameras starter rolling.

EARLIER TONIGHT

Moments after Shane finished his words the titantron began to broadcast footage that was recorded earlier in the day. The location is clearly somewhere backstage as to the right is the ever happy interviewer Hannah Storm and to the left is Meltdown’s resident psychopath Robina Hood.

Hannah Storm: Hannah Storm here and with me right now is Robina Hood. First off I can’t help but congratulate you for scoring such an-

Robina: Upset?

The viciousness in her quick response caught Hannah off-guard to say the very least.

Robina: The only thing about that, WELL-DESERVED, victory that could be considered an upset is that it took place in this stupid country instead of at home in Nottingham.

The people in the arena booed quite loudly at this yet, being a pre-recorded interview, the young Brit didn’t know much about the people’s reaction as she simply continued to speak.

Robina: Last time I checked, Sienna paid you to simply hold a microphone while looking pretty. So shut the hell up and hold that microphone near my lips, since you’ve failed VERY badly at being pretty.

Again the audience booed but again it had no affect on the pre-recorded interview as Miss Storm nervously closed her mouth and held the microphone closer to the eighteen year old’s lips.

Robina: That’s better. Last week everyone experienced the shock of the century qualified for the Test For The Best tournament by pinning the best male competitor on Meltdown. And later today I get to make history in more ways than one when I win the North American Championship. Am I worried about Guv’nor, Jace and Niobe…nope; I’ve recorded a pinfall victory over each one of them so, if anything, my victory tonight will make the perfect warm-up for Test For The Best. Since I don’t aim to make Meltdown proud, I aim to prove to the WORLD that I am the BEST in-

Jace steps in to camera view.

Jace:Hold on there Robina! Your not going to do anything tonight let alone at Test For The Best. Tonight I take the Guvnors title and stop his dominant title regin. You may have gotten the pin over me in one match. Let me rest assure you that I'm not the same person I was a few weeks ago. I have under gone a life changing experience. You like eveyone else including Terry Marvin! Will know who I am and what I'm truly about. You see...

Niobe enters the scene. She slaps Jace across the face twice and walks away as the scene cuts.

Harris: Hahahha... That Niobe is vicious, eh?

West: She has a LOT to live up to.

Dick Harris: Yep and I like Miss Hood’s chances; she has been on fire since almost ending the champ’s career at Mayhem, which includes her becoming the first person to pin The Guv’nor since he debuted four months ago.

Shane West: Well don’t count The Guv’nor out since, undefeated or not, he has successfully turned back challenges after challenges. But talking about the North American Title, earlier today Hannah Storm managed to get an interview with Robina Hood.

APW North American Championship - Scramble Match
The Guv’nor (c) vs. Robina Hood vs. Niobe “Nightmare” Martin vs. Jace Savage
30 minute Time Limit

The match begins with Robina and Guvnor circling each other. The crowd is hot, knowing these two can put on a great show.

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West: We’re being joined on commentary by the woman who set this up, the General Manager, Sienna Harrison.

Sienna: Thank you, Shane.

Harris: May I say, Miss Harrison, you look positively sparkling tonight.

Sienna: Thank you, Dick. I wish I could say the same to you, but once again I see you’ve ignored my directive and chosen to wear neither a shirt, nor a tie.

Guvnor charges at Robina, but she doesn’t back down, buoyed no doubt by her win last week. A trade of blows ends with Guvnor overpowering Robina and pushing back onto the ropes with punches. Guvnor whips Robina across the ring into the ropes, running her down with a Polish hammer as she rebounds. Guvnor grabs Robina, lifts her then plants with a reverse suplex. Guvnor looks across at Sienna and shakes his head.

Sienna: Look at this man. He is so classless. It astonishes me that these people cheer him.

Harris: And he’s a liar. What he did was disgraceful?

Sienna: Well, the less said about that the better. The sooner I rid my show of his presence the better.

Robina gets back to her feet, Guvnor pounces on her with a kick to the gut then clubs her head with a forearm. Robina drops to her knees, but Guvnor lifts her and whips her into a turnbuckle, nailing her with a running clothesline, before he repeatedly thrusts his shoulder into her midsection. Guvnor stands up and drives a back elbow into Robina’s face, and she drops down holding her face. Guvnor rebounds off the ropes and runs at Robina looking for a low dropkick to the face, but Robina rolls under the bottom rope and out of the ring.

Sienna: That’s very smart from Robina, who, of course, now has The Guv’nor entirely figured out.

27:24

Guvnor follows Robina out of the ring and grabs her by the head. Guvnor tries to slams Robina’s head against the ring post but she counters with a mule kick low blow. Robina grabs Guvnor and gives him the treatment--- his face bouncing off the steel. The sound of Sienna applauding is heard through the commentary feed.

Sienna: Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!

Harris: Perfect even, Miss Harrison.

Sienna: Touche, Dick.

West: Am I needed here?

Robina lifts Guvnor and whips him into the ring post a second time, then begins to stomp hard on him. Robina backs off towards the crowd barricade and waits for Guvnor to start rising, then she runs in and nails a running boot to the face. Robina turns to the crowd to get some heat from the crowd, then lifts Guvnor into the ring.

25.43

Robina rolls back into the ring and makes a cover...

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Guvnor kicks out!

Robina backs away, sizing Guvnor up. Eventually the champ gets to his feet, Robina goes for the Execution lariat but Guvnor ducks under and counters with a savate kick to the chest. Guvnor hits the ropes and charges Robina, but she tries to counter herself and a double clothesline takes them both down.

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BUZZER!

West: Here comes the next one!

“Nightmare” is heard throughout the arena and Niobe Martin makes her way to the ring, accompanied by Tommy Knox.

West: She’s going straight for the top rope!

Sienna: Let the NIGHTMARE begin for The Guv’nor.

Harris: This is one for girl power!

Niobe sets herself, and her sights and goes for the Hallucination (450 Splash), landing it on The Guvnor. Niobe hooks back the legs...

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DING! DING!

Paige: The new interim North American Champion....NIOBE “NIGHTMARE” MARTIN!!!

Niobe gets to her feet and gets straight on the offensive, stomping all over Robina Hood, forcing the latter to roll away and out of the ring. Niobe rebounds against the ropes and charges across the ring, landing a suicide dive through the midde/top rope onto the rising Robina Hood. Niobe lifts Robina and rolls her back into the ring. Following after he Niobe is caught completely off guard Guvnor pounces on her and hits the Gypsy Kiss...

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DING! DING!

Paige: The new interim North American Champion....THE GUV’NOR!!!

West: Anything to say about this turnaround, Sienna?

21.30

Guvnor gets to his feet, but he’s immediately set upon by Robina Hood, who rains the blows down on him. Guvnor counters by lifting Robina and slamming her down with a thrust spinebuster. Now Niobe comes at Guvnor, landing repeated forearms to the face, then a few chops to the chest, before she attempts a roundhouse kick that’s ducked and countered with a Black Cab Smash (Rolling Elbow). Robina jumps onto Guvnor’s back, locks in a rear choke and body scissors and manages to drag Guvnor down to the mat. Robina cranks on the choke and Guvnor soon starts fading. However, the hold is broken by a knee drop by Niobe. Both women get to their feet, Niobe grabs Robina and takes her down with a rolling snapmare, then rebounds off the ropes and hits a running dropkick to the face. Niobe covers...

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Guvnor breaks the fall!

The clock ticks over to...

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BUZZER!

“My Time” plays and Jace Savage comes charging to the ring, followed by Buckson Gooch.

Jace saunters to the ring while Tommy Knox looks in in shock. Jace holds the microphone.

Jace:Last week Knox you decide to come to Meltdown with your "Biker" Buddies and jump me. I'm not going to let that stand dear boy. Your punishment isn't going to be any physical harm to you, but tonight your going to have to watch me kick the shit out of Niobe. Your going to have to watch as everything that happens to her knowing this is going to be your fault Knox.

You think your so tough. You want to be a thug Knox. You want to act like my father and push people around. Hurting them because you feel like it. Knox I'm going to do to you what I did to my father, and show you I'm different now. Your not going to come walk all over me Knox.

In fact, tonight I have a special guest here. I asked him here tonight to watch my back. You know this man very well Knox. So Buckson Goooooch! Come on down!

Jace drops the microphone and charges the ring!

West: Here’s the final challenger, and the second of Meltdown’s two Test For The Best entrants. With Tommy Knox at ringside, I guess he’s here to even the numbers. You know anything about this Sienna?

Sienna: Do you really think I cavort with my employees? Why would I know what bond they share?

West: Just asking. But it’s all action from Jace Savage!

That’s right he’s straight into the action, unloading right and lefts on Robina. He whips her into the ropes and drops her with a running calf kick when she rebounds. Next Niobe gets to her feet and charges Jace, but he counters with a sambo suplex. Then he’s back on his feet and squared up with The Guv’nor. They stand staring at each other.

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It looks like they are about to set off when Robina and Niobe attack The Guv’nor from behind; Jace moves in from the front. The three of them beat The Guv’nor down to the mat then start kicking and stomping him, surrounding him like hyenas. After ten seconds of this they back away and let Guvnor get back to his feet. Jace grabs Guvnor in an arm wrench and drives a knee into his gut, then whips him against the ropes and Robina floors the champ with the pendulum lariat.

West: Oh boy! Big time Execution from Robina!

Sienna: That’s my girl!

By now Niobe is on the top rope and she again goes in search of the 450 splash.

Harris: Are you ready for some Hallucination?

Niobe goes airborne, but Robina drags Guvnor away and Niobe hits the mat hard. The Nightmare gets to her feet, but she’s almost decapitated by an Execution lariat from Robina. The forest dweller dives across her prey...

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Jace breaks the count with a running dropkick.

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West: Robina so close, but denied at the last second there.

Sienna: There is still plenty of time in this match.

Jace and Robina trade blows, and it ends with a rake of the eyes from Robina. With this advantage she takes Jace into a Muay Thai clinch and gives him repeated knees to the face, following this up with a snapmare takedown. Jace is in a seated position, Robina gives him a hard chop to the back of the head, then a soccer kick to the face, putting him on his back. Robina hits the ropes for a follow-up but she’s caught side on by a rolling elbow!

West: The Black Cab Smash! Guvnor may have just knocked Robina right out of her boots!

Niobe gets to her feet, Guvnor grabs her and tries to throw her over the top rope and out of the ring. However, she lands on the ring apron, and hits a snap roundhouse kick Guvnor. The champ spins around straight into a side Russian leg sweep from Jace Savage. Niobe springboards off the top rope and connects with hurricanrana on Jace, pinning his shoulders to the mat...

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Paige: The New interim North American Champion...NIOBE “NIGHTMARE” MARTIN!

15.40

Niobe rolls out of the ring quickly, believing she is safe now. Jace chases after her, but he’s left frustrated as he gets away. Tommy Knox comes across and congratulates his girlfriend. The distraction works to Robina’s favour, because she hits a reverse STO on Jace. Now Robina covers...

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Sienna: YES! YES! YE—NOOOO!

Tommy Knox drags Robina out of the ring, and together with Niobe Martin whips Hood into the ring post.

West: A sickening thud as Robina’s face bounced off the steel.

Sienna: What is he doing here?

This act brings Buckson Gooch into the fray. Niobe flees straight into the ring. Tommy stands his ground, but soon finds himself on the retreat as the brawl between he and Buckson Gooch hits the crowd.

West: Thank goodness for Buckson Gooch, he’s made it all square here.

Niobe is caught watching her man leave, and this gives Jace Savage a chance to roll her from behind...

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Paige: The new interim North American Champion...JACE SAVAGE!

13.00

West: The title has changed hands again, and it means that Robina Hood is the only person yet to score a pinfall or submission in this match. It’s not looking good Sienna.

Sienna: Oh be quiet! I’d much rather listen to Dick. Actually, that gives me an idea. Producer, cut Shane West’s feed.

West: You can’t do th---

Harris: Ah, I’ve always dreamed of this day.

Jace is immediately back on his feet and on the offensive. Guvnor is back into the action and trades a few slugs with Jace. The Guvnor gets the advantage, backing Jace into a corner with a trademark quick fire combination. Guvnor drives a reverse elbow into Jace’s face, then runs at Robina and clotheslines her down. Niobe gets to her feet, Guvnor tries to kick her to the gut, but she catches his foot and counters with an Enziguri. Jace explodes out of the corner, but Niobe counters with a drop toe hold, then lands a big jumping leg drop to the back of Jace’s head. Niobe rolls him over for a cover, but he’s up quickly on one.

12.00

Harris: So, you going anywhere nice for your holidays this year?

Sienna: Be quiet, Dick! I’m trying to watch the match.

Niobe lifts Jace and gives him a dragon whip. She stalks after him and repeats the move, forcing him to roll away clutching his knee. Next Guvnor is on his feet and Niobe gives him the same treatment, but the Guv rolls away out of the ring. Robina is the third and final one, but she counters the momentum and gives Niobe a hard slap to the face.

Harris: Robina and Niobe have history. I remember that chair match, it still gives me goosebumps to think about it.

Niobe retaliates with a slap of her own. Now they go toe to toe trading blows: some slaps, some punches, until Robina wins out with a stiff forearm to the face.

Sienna: Yes! Come one Robina! Hurt her! Punish her!

Robina runs at Niobe and drops her with a big boot. Robina covers, but Niobe kicks out! Robina grabs Niobe’s hair and slams her head down hard on the mat, then stands up and lands a leg drop. Another cover from Robina, another kick out from Niobe.

10.30

Robina shows frustration and slaps the mat a few times. She gets to her feet and calls out to Niobe, taunting her to get up. Robina goes for the Execution lariat, but Niobe ducks and counters with an elbow smash. Robina stumbles back onto the ropes, Niobe charges and hits a flying lariat that takes them both over the top rope and down to the floor outside the ring. Jace gets to his feet and watches the women hit the floor hard. As he turns the interim champ is nailed out of nowhere with a London Drop (Knee-drop bulldog). Guvnor covers...

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Jace kicks out!

The clock ticks into the final ten minutes.

09.58

Harris: This is the point where I think everyone will start to feel the burn.

Sienna: Who is the champion right now?

Harris: It’s Jace Savage, and he’s held it for over three minutes.

Guvnor drags Jace to his feet and gives him a hard shot to the face. Jace stumbles back onto the ropes, using them to gain some respite. Guvnor moves across and starts to choke Jace using the bottom rope. The ref is in quickly and reprimands Guvnor, but he turns to the ref asks what he’s going to do about it. The ref backs away.

Sienna: You see, this man has no respect for authority.

Harris: I’ll let you be the one to tell him that.

Sienna: I will. Trust me, I will. I’m sick of these shenanigans. Meltdown should be a respectable family show.

Guvnor pulls Jace away from the ropes, but he’s countered with a low blow. Guvnor drops to as his knees as Robina rolls back into the ring. She charges across the ring and hits a Yakuza kick. Jace grabs Robina, but she sprays red mist into his face, then drops over Guvnor...

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Sienna: Yes! She’s going to pin him again!

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NO! Niobe lands on top Robina/Guvnor with a corkscrew moonsault.

The women are on their feet, but Niobe takes Robina down with a fireman’s carry, then rebounds off the ropes and hits a sliding forearm. Now Niobe covers...

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Jace with the save, dragging Niobe out of the ring.

Harris: Incredibly alert from Jace Savage, who seems to be doing a great job protecting his interim title. A bit like me, who’s doing a grand job filling in for Shane West. Ha! In your face, Shane!

Sienna: Where has he gone?

Harris: I don’t know. He was here a second ago.

07.30

Jace and Niobe scrap on the outside, it ends with Jace slamming Niobe into the crowd barricade. Jace climbs to the top rope and hits a missile dropkick on Robina, then as Guvnor gets to his feet Jace looks for the Bank Roll, but Guvnor ducks and Jace takes a back bump. Guvnor follows in with a burning lariat as Jace gets to his feet. He thinks about a cover, then sees Robina on the ropes and charges her, taking her over the top with a Cactus clothesline; they lands near enough to Niobe.

06.57

Harris: Time is running out here. I can see you looking anxiously at the clock, Sienna.

Sienna: As long as The Guvnor is not the champion it can’t drop to zero sooner.

Outside the ring Guvnor, Niobe and Robina get to their feet and start brawling: it’s a two-on-one, with Robina and Niobe forming a temporary alliance. Jace gets to his feet in the ring and leaps through the middle/top rope, landing a suicide dive onto the party outside the ring. That gets a pop from the crowd.

Harris: High risk from Jace Savage, and since he is the interim champion, you wonder whether he really needed to do that.

Sienna: I want to see these megastars bleeding for the championship. I especially want to see The Guv’nor bleeding, period.

Jace is the first to his feet. He lifts Robina and rolls her into the ring. Then he grabs Niobe and rolls her under the bottom rope. Lastly Jace grabs Guvnor, but he’s countered and gets his face slammed on the ring apron. Guvnor slides into the ring, but he’s immediately set upon by Niobe and Robina. They whip him into the ropes and hit a double clothesline, which is then followed by a double leg drop. Both on their feet Niobe and Robina stare at each other and start to argue about the pinfall.

Sienna: It’s Robina’s right! Somebody get in that ring and tell Niobe the facts.

Harris: I think Jace Savage may have something to say...Double clothesline from the top rope!

Jace gets to his feet and beats his chest. Robina is up first, Jace lifts her and plants her with a spinebuster. Jace then grabs Niobe and locks her into a Boston crab. Niobe starts tapping!

Harris: Jace Savage is already the champ here! This changes nothing.

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Niobe’s pain is brought to an end as Guvnor hits a savate kick to Jace’s chest. Robina leaps onto Guvnor’s back and starts choking him from behind. Niobe gets to her feet and hits Guvnor with a superkick. He tumbles backwards, but he lands holding Robina in a pinned position....

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Paige: The new interim North American Champion....THE GUV’NOR!

Sienna: No! That’s not right! He didn’t pin her! Somebody fix this! Aaargh!

Harris: And the clock has just ticked past 4 minutes. There are less than 4 minutes in this match; for Guvnor to survive, or somebody else to take the title.

Jace upends Niobe again and locks in a Boston crab. But this time she shows resistance, refusing to tap. Her persistence is rewarded as Guvnor grabs Jace and tries to lock in the Kimura.

Harris: The Hackney Lock! Guvnor will try to break his arm here!

But Jace counters with a modified side Russian leg sweep, then he places Guvnor into the Boston Crab.

Harris: It’s advantage Jace Savage!

But the hold doesn’t last long before Robina hits a running bit boot to the side of Jace’s face. Niobe takes advantage from the top rope and lands Hallucination 450 splash. Robian tries to blindside Niobe, but she counters into a crippler crossface. It looks sloppy, but it’s effective and Robina taps out.

Paige: The new interim North American Champion....NIOBE “NIGHTMARE” MARTIN!

3.03

Niobe continues to hold the crossface, and its only put to a stop when Robina tries to gouge out Niobe’s eyes. Both women roll away, but Robina reacts first and folds Niobe in half with the Execution lariat. Robina is about to cover when Jace hits her with a surprise bank roll. He covers...

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Paige: The new interim North American Champion....JACE SAVAGE!

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Jace barely has time to celebrate before he’s grabbed from behind, spun and nailed with a Gator Roll!

Harris: The Gypsy Kiss! Now Guv’nor covers...

Sienna: I can’t watch this!

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Robina breaks the count. Boos from the crowd.

Robina drags Guvnor to his feet and gives his tired forearm to the side of the head; Guvnor retaliates in kind. Robina goes for a middle kick, but Guvnor blocks it and nails her with the Gypsy Kiss. Niobe charges, but Guvnor counters by giving her snake eyes onto the top turnbuckle, then he drops down and covers the legs...

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Harris: Incredible! Robina kicks out for the second week in a row!

Sienna: She really is remarkable!

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Harris: Final two minutes. This could be anybody’s.

Guvnor drags Robina to her feet again. He gives her a dismissive slap to the cheek, then looks for another Gypsy Kiss, but Jace nails him with the Bank Roll (flipover neckbreaker). Jace stands up and mouths off some trash to Guvnor, but only for a second before he has jaw smashed by a discuss elbow from Niobe. A cover...

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Paige: New interim North American Champion...NIOBE “NIGHTMARE” MARTIN!

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Harris: It’s like it’s going back and forth between these two.

Niobe, sensing a moment of magic, now heads to the top rope. She tries to steady herself, but she’s straddled on the top turnbuckle as Robina disturbs the top rope. Robina climbs to the second rope and gives Niobe a back drop supex from the top. Everyone is down for the next twenty seconds.

0.30

Harris: This is it, the final stages. Niobe is the woman is possession.

Guvnor and Robina are getting to their feet. Guvnor tries to surprise his rival with a clothesline, but she pulls of the Matrix evasion, then spins and drops Guvnor with the Execution lariat. Robina covers...

Sienna: COME ONE REF! COUNT IT! COUNT IT!

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Jace leaps for the save...

Paige: The new interim North American Champion....ROBINA HOOD!

...but he’s too late!

Harris: Unbelievable! Robina Hood becomes the interim champion in this match for the first time, with just seconds left!

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Robina gets to her feet and finds herself faced with Jace and Niobe. She tries to go one side, but they cut her off. She runs at Niobe and pushes her down, but Jace moves in. There’s a tussle, a cloud of red and Jace spins away from taking more red mist from Robina. The interim champion tries to make a getaway, but she turns...

Harris: GYPSY KISS!!! THE GUV’NOR HAS JUST NAILED ROBINA HOOD MIDDLE OF THE RING!

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Paige: The new interim North American Champion....THE GUV’NOR!!!

Harris: The Guv’nor takes it...there’s just about ten seconds left!

Sienna: I’m not standing for this!

Harris: Hey! Where are you going?

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Sienna leaves her position and ends up on the ring apron. She distracts Guvnor by grabbing him. Instinctively he reacts and connects with an open palm strike to Sienna’s face, causing her to drop to the mat.

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Guvnor turns and sees three hungry wolves staring at him. Jace charges, but Guvnor back body drops him over the top rope. Next up comes Robina, but a haymaker put her down lights out.

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Robina charges and tackles Guvnor to the mat, but the momentum takes them rolling out of the ring as the clock hits zero.

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DING! DING!

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

Harris: He did it! I don’t know how, but he got through it!

Guvnor gets to his feet and backs away from the melee that remains at ringside. The ref catches up with him and hands him the title belt. Guvnor lifts it and the crowd pops. The camera cuts to Sienna Harrison, being helped to her feet by Robina, utter savagery on her face.

Harris: Shane West has re-joined us from exile. Shane, sum it up for us.

West: An incredible match! An astonishing effort from all four competitors, but The Guv’nor continues to lead the way here on Meltdown. I didn’t believe he could survive that match, but somehow he found a way and he is still the North American Champion.

Guvnor approaches Sienna. There is a madness in his eyes. Robina tries to fend him off, but he brushes past her and gives chase after the General Manager. She flees up the ramp, but the champ is in hot pursuit.

West: I think The Guv’nor has finally snapped here! He’s chased Sienna backstage; this cannot be anything but bad news.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

We return to commercial and immediately cut backstage. Sienna Harrison is walking briskly through the arena. She pulls out her cellphone and starts dialing. There is a tint to the cheek slapped by The Guv’nor.

Sienna: It’s me! That proposal you made? I accept. But I want it done tonight, you understand?

She pauses for the person on the other end.

Sienna: It’s tonight, or it’s no deal at all.

She ends the call, looks over her shoulder nervously, then picks up the pace.

West: Well, that's intriguing.

The scene cuts backstage to Anthony Bailey, who is headed back to The Dying Breed locker room after making his rounds of greeting and talking to the staff members of Meltdown that he doesn’t get to see too often. He even had the opportunity to introduce himself to up and coming megastars such as Yanzel Holmes and Brian Hollywood. But before reaching the door, a figure suddenly creeps up from behind Bailey.

Voice: Well well well, if it isn’t the advocate of Babylon himself…

Looking perplexed and not recognizing the voice, Bailey turns around.

Anthony Bailey: What in the world?

Standing in front of him is none other than “The Evangelist” Jerry Matthews. Bailey’s worst nightmare has come true.

Jerry Matthews: Don’t get too close now you wicked sinner. What fellowship does light have with darkness?

Bailey rolls his eyes.

Anthony Bailey: Please Matthews…why don’t you save your Christian idioms for somebody else okay? I grew up hearing men like you all the time and they all left a bad taste in my mouth.

Jerry Matthews: That bad taste must be from your wayward taste buds that only crave the things of Satan. As the Good Book says in 2 Timothy 4:3, there is coming a day when men will not endure sound doctrine. You were raised in the Lord’s House Mr. Bailey, you should know better. And defending those depraved harlots like London Carter will only get you a one way ticket to eternal damnation.

The passion of Matthews didn’t seem to sway Bailey one bit.

Anthony Bailey: So sound doctrine is being hateful and judgmental of others huh? I know the Word and obviously you do too but you twist it to your own advantage. What was that one Scripture about false teachers again?

Matthews looks disappointed in Bailey.

Jerry Matthews: Mocking me is mocking the voice of the Lord, Bailey. Repent and be washed in the blood of the Lamb before it’s too late! You don’t have to follow the broad path to destruction like those homosexuals and pedophiles. You can inherit eternal life.

Anthony Bailey: Who’s to say where I’m going when I die? You aren’t God.

Jerry Matthews: I am not God but I am His mouthpiece and I’m pleading with you to turn from your wicked ways…before God’s wrath is made visible.

Matthews inches closer to Bailey and stares directly into his eyes.

Anthony Bailey: Hold up a sec…are you threatening me? I don’t like to be threatened preacher man.

Jerry Matthews: If you see the Lord’s hand bringing destruction to His enemies as a threat, then your problem isn’t with me or with my “hateful” speech is it? It’s with God.

Anthony Bailey: Look here Matthews, let’s cut the B.S. If you want to talk or have a friendly debate about our opposing worldviews then so be it but there’s no way that you’re going to stand here right in my face and judge me. You don’t know me, you don’t know a thing about me.

Jerry Matthews: Oh I know you…I know you too well. Many like you have sat in the seats of my tent revivals and hardened their hearts to God’s truths. I’ll keep you in my prayers and ask the good Lord to open your eyes to the foolish error of your own ways. God bless you...

Bailey, fuming with anger, remains still as Matthews walks off in the opposite direction.

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: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, on his way to the ring... Hailing from Chicago, Illinois he weighs in at two hundred and fifteen 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.

Paige: And his opponent...

"Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed blasts over the PA system as the crowd starts busting out in cheers. A black limo pulls out close to the ramp on the left side of the arena. The limo driver steps out of the car and walks towards the back of the limo. The writing on the door is inscripted as "Mr. Hollywood." The Limo Driver then opens the door and showcases Brian Hollywood as he steps out of the car. Hollywood looks around each sides of the arena before making his way to the ramp. Walking down the ramp he extends his hands out giving out handshakes to the crowd.

Paige: Hailing from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds... BRRIIIAAAN HOLLYYYWOOOOOOD!

Hollywood then gets to the ring and walks around the ring once looking about the crowd before walking up the ring steps. He gets in the ring and pumps up the crowd with his hands. Hollywood then walks and stretches by pulling the ropes. He then walks to a turnbuckle and leans up against it and nods to Gargano, who simply narrows his eyes at him.

Damien Gargano vs Brian Hollywood

The bell rings and the two lock up in the classic collar-and-elbow, with Hollywood quickly beginning to gain the upperhand.

West: Last week, Brian Hollywood made a mistake, and he was ridiculed for it by his opponents-- by his tag team partner-- by our boss. And this week, he's looking for redemption against Damien Gargano!

Harris: He's overwhelming the Chicago native!

Hollywood is lighting Gargano up with chops that back him against the ropes and Gargano quickly reverses the position with a European Uppercut. He throws Hollywood into the ropes and goes for a big right hand-- but Hollywood ducks and sprints to the other side of the ring, shooting the ropes. Gargano turns around and charges Hollywood, but he's drilled with a Running DDT!

West: THIS is the Hollywood we were promised! And the crowd loves him!

Harris: But Gargano's up again!

Gargano climbs to his feet and Hollywood hits a Corkscrew Neckbreaker! Gargano is disoriented, but climbs to his feet once more, slowly, groggily this time. Hollywood stands with his arms outstretched, waiting... and Gargano climbs to his feet, walking into a stomp to the gut, followed by a Twist of Fate, converted into a DDT upon impact! Gargano hits the mat, going limpm and Hollywood pushes him over for the cover!

West: He calls that the Lay-Off!

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Harris: How appropriate. Gargano might get laid-off after that performance.

The bell sounds and the referee raises Hollywood's arm in the air as he returns to his feet.

Paige: Here is your winner... BRIAAANNN HOLLLYWOOOD!

West: He made really short work of Damien Gargano, and Gargano still isn't moving. He might be out cold!

Harris: He needed a decisive win like this one here tonight to undo what happened a week ago in Oakland!

West: Well, he accomplished that! Now let's take you to the back!

As Hollywood celebrates in the ring, we cut to the backstage area.

The show goes backstage to where Catherine Jewel is shown talking with Michael Jennings about some things that are going on in APW and more specifically about what is going on tonight on Meltdown.

Jennings: Yeah that’s what is going on. I’m here tonight to ensure no one interferes in the NBK match. if ANYBODY comes down to that ring I’ll kick their ass myself no matter who it is. I don’t care if it starts a war with The Dying Breed, Foul Play, The New Sindicate, The Synndicate, or anybody else for that matter. I don’t care if I piss off anybody around here whether it be Level One, Terry Marvin, or anybody else for that matter. I have no fear of them or anybody else. Yet these fools STILL want to mess with me and the NBK. Screw them and screw their bullshit. I will kick anybody’s ass who gets in my way. If anybody tries anything in your match or the NBK match I’m sending them to the morgue where they belong for being stupid enough to think I’m going to let them do anything stupid during the match.

Jewel: I understand you're trying to help but Michael I think I am perfectly fine of taking care of this matter myself.

Jennings: Now Catherine, I think you need to show the APW fans that you aren’t messing around. Show them your dark side.

Jewel: That isn't such a good idea knowing what I can do to anyone with me in a fit of rage.

Jennings: Show no mercy. Show no remorse for anything you do out there in the ring to whatever victim they put you in the ring with. You need to embrace the darkness within you. In order to be a true and wise wrestler you must embrace a larger view of the industry.

Jewel: If i become what I don't ever want anyone to see what does that fucking make me? I am not this company's joke.

Jennings: I know what’s been troubling you. Listen to me, Catherine. You are the hidden jewel in APW, the diamond in the rough so to speak. Don’t be a pawn to the fans of APW. Like I said you must embrace a larger view of this industry. Only with my help can you achieve the power and success that you want. I can help you reach your true potential.

Jewel: If I had potential I would have won last week against that no body Red Dragon. It know it pisses me off that I show up last week and I am made to look weak, just because I'm a female. I am a hard working mother who yeah has a dark past but I have work too damn hard to earn respect and the respect of the fans but I say fuck it. My world my rules!

Jennings: You have great wisdom, Catherine. Only through your experience on these matters. Trust me, Catherine. Learn to embrace the darkness within and you will succeed. Trust me.

She gives him a look as he smiles at her as the scene fades out.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

Our scene opens as Tyler Harrison, to the delight of our raucous Vegas crowd, makes his way past a group of crew members in the back, giving them all a nod and a wave before he approaches a locker-room that is located apart from the others. He raises a hand and, after some mild hesitation, knocks loudly on the door and takes a step back, awaiting his answer.

From behind the door a reply comes.

"It's open."

Tyler pushes open the door and steps inside. The crowd boos almost immediately as Aubrey J. Parker appears on screen, but become slightly more forgiving as Logan Alexander appears as well.

Tyler: Hey, guys. Just wanted to uh, pass a little message along from Sienna.

Aubrey groans in annoyance.

AJP: What now!? Let me guess...if we lose, M&M can never compete together again? We lose, and we're banned from Meltdown forever? What else can the bitch throw at us?

Tyler: Eh. Hah. You're close.

Logan looks over at Tyler, seeming a bit weary.

LA: "Come on Tyler... Please cut the grandstanding and just let us know what's going on now."

Tyler: Well-- she said it's for the good of the business...

AJP: SAY IT.

Tyler: If Christian Kane, or, god forbid, Terry Marvin so much as appear at ringside, then M&M is banned from Meltdown indefinitely. It's-- it's just that after some of the guys in the back lost their minds over the trailers from last week, I guess Sienna got a little intimidated and-- and--

LA: "I take it that the League are under the same restriction, right?"

Tyler looks at Logan, but says nothing for a few seconds. He blinks rapidly and shrugs.

Tyler: I-- I dunno that. She doesn't-- she just tells me the bare minimum.

Logan nods slightly.

LA: "Sounds about right... You're not the brother she favours right now."

He lets out a breath.

LA: "But if that's the way she wants to play it, fine. It'll just be Aubrey and I, but I swear... if this is a prelude to another of her ill conceived setups, there will be nothing she can do to keep me from returning to Meltdown to put her in her place for good."

He fixes Tyler with a cool glare.

LA: "I've got enough do deal with right now and Sienna does not want to end up at the top of that list again."

Aubrey smirks at Logan's attitude, but opts to say nothing.

Tyler: I know. I know your history, and understand how important this match is to all six of you. I understand how half of you have Test for the Best aspirations-- I get it-- but before things get out of hand, let's just... Let's just all stay calm.

Aubrey "humphs" and crosses her arms.

AJP: I'll stay calm as long as one of those idiots doesn't make their way to the ring before this match and say something completely stu-

We abruptly cut to the ring.

West: The Emerald Assassin is on his way out to the ring, he's going to the fans know what torture the Red Scorpion put him through.

Harris: For my opinion, The Red Scorpion taking him up to the rafters to ensure he didn't win was the funniest thing I've ever seen.

Emerald Assassin slowly rises through green smoke from the top of the stage, and briskly makes his way down to the ring with a microphone in-hand.

EA: Last week, you saw me taken up into the rafters. The Red Scorpion thought this stunt would frighten me...luckily there was a security camera that took video of the whole thing!

SECURITY FOOTAGE:

Red Scorpion is seen dragging a tied up Emerald Assassin and putting him in a chair and tying him to the chair.

Red Scorpion: Mr. Emerald...it seems you and I were bound to have our paths to cross...and I want you to know that this will be the end.

EA: What, you think that you can just kill me here?

Red Scorpion: Absolutely not...that would be too easy...I'm going to make you go insane. I will watch you unravel. This is only the beginning...

Scorpion takes a cheap-o MP3 player from his handy-dandy super villain crime belt...he unwraps the ear buds and puts them in the ears of Emerald Assassin. Scorpion hits play...EA begins to squirm violently. Scorpion laughs and runs off.

The Red Scorpion leaves in haste. The camera then fast forwards and we see EA squirming...frothing at the mouth...and eventually rocking the chair over. He's able to squirm off the chair and free his hands then the rest of his body. He takes the ear buds from his ears and gets up and stomps the MP3 player...

END OF TAPE

Emerald Assassin: Chinese Water torture, or water boarding would have been a less evil tactic than making me listen to that...that song again. I would lose my mind if I ever have to hear that again. But here I am Scorpion. Waiting for you.

An evil laugh goes over the loud speakers and we see The Red Scorpion come from the back...

The Red Scorpion: The punishment fits the crime! I'd do it again! All I'm going to have to do is sing a song and you'll be putty in my hand...But I won't tell what song it is...and I'm sure that you won't be...This is only the beginning of your demise.

Emerald Assassin: I won't have a demise...I'm going to rise above, and that will involve destroying YOU...at Test For The Best!!!!!!

The crowd pops at the challenge.

The Red Scorpion: YOU...ARE...ON...The Year of the Scorpion will begin...and you will be the bloody head on a spike at the gates of my legacy.

Emerald Assassin: What is this, Game of Thrones? You're a super villain not a barbarian.

The Red Scorpion: Yeah...I went a bit far...but I'll beat you at Test For The Best!

Emerald Assassin: That's assuming you can make it that long Red Scorpion. I am this close to taking you down. It's only a matter of time, in fact... unless you have forgotten we have a match tonight.

With those words, our cameras abruptly pan to the back, where we see the team of Evan Envi and Delikado watching the entire scene go down from a monitor in one of the rear corridors. The crowd chuckles at the seemingly dumbfounded expression of Envi, and the blank expression of "The Pope" Delikado.

Evan shakes his head and groans, shooting a glance at Delikado.

Evan: I didn't realize they were in this deep.

Delikado: Awwwww, Delikado thought they were cute. You reckon they’d invite us to the wedding? A nice little Red Assassin Wedding?

Evan turns back to the monitor-- curiously, shooting a look back at his tag team partner, amazed at the sheer absurdity-- but shakes his head and turns to Delikado again.

Evan: This might be our only chance at breaking the New Sindicate. All those haters out there... They'll respect us after tonight. We just have to keep that clown--

Evan gestures to the monitor, where we see Emerald Assassin crowd-surfing.

Evan: ...We have to keep him in line.

Delikado: Hey, don’t worry. Delikado’s got a few tricks in the “Keeping Unruly Tag Team Partners In Line” bag, in case any snafus come about.

The Cuban pulls a bag seemingly out of his ass and opens it up, going through the contents vocally.

Delikado: Rope, chloroform in both liquid form and an experimental mist form, oh, and this…

He proceeds to pull out a single black glove, which he slides onto his hand as Evan cocks a confused eyebrow.

Delikado: Ohhhh, intern!

An intern rushes onto the scene, only for Delikado to backhand him loudly in the hip area. The intern screeches in pain, clutching his injured upper thigh, and falls off-camera into a pile of something noisily based off the crashing we hear. The Cuban nonchalantly turns to his brother-in-arms as he removes the glove and places it back in his bag of goodies.

Delikado: Got him in the hip, like a reverse ass-whooping. Unless he wears G-strings, nobody’s gonna know he has that bruise, and even then it’s an inner wound--hip dysplasia. That’s just how slick Delikado’s got us rolling tonight. If Emerald tries to go “Gem-adict Arnold” on EnviKado, you can bet he’ll pay the same price tenfold. But he wouldn’t do harm to goodness, would he? Being the “super hero”?

Evan sighs and crosses his arms, not having quite the answer he’d like to have.

Evan: He's all we've got for now, so let's make the best of it, eh? Forget Aubrey. Forget Logan. Forget... Terry... And forget Kane... It's us... It's only us. It's always BEEN us, and now we have the League and after tonight, I don't want them to have a damned thing-- NOT EVEN the Red Scorpion. Nothing. None of them.

Delikado: Take Delikado’s word, Envi bro. Even if we had NOTHING in this world, we’d still have more than all the Anti-Leaguers COMBINED. FACT!

Evan nods and the two friends walk off-camera.

The scene returns to ringside and the crowd is already erupting... And soon it isn’t hard to see why. Sienna Harrison stands at the top of the ramp, arms crossed, waiting patiently as she looks out into the masses of the some-cheering, most-booing town that she calls home.

West: Well, for those watching at home, Sienna Harrison has come out to excuse Emerald Assassin from ringside. Now she's here-- alone. And she looks a bit timid.

Harris: Of course she does! The Guv'Nor is somewhere around here, looking for her! He SLAPPED her! And these fans don’t know if they wanna give their hometown hero a standing ovation, or boo her out of the building!

West: Very mixed feelings on the boss here...

Harris: Ssshhh, she’s talking!

Sienna raises the microphone to her lips and clears her throat.

Sienna: Ladies and gentlemen, I think there’s been some confusion around here, lately... I think a lot of the little boys and girls in the back, as well as yourselves, have forgotten the order of things around here. You all forgot how things work, and I FORGIVE you-- because when you’re as giving and as connected with the people as I am, sometimes it’s easy to forget that there are rules. It’s easy to forget that there’s a specific way I run business... For the good of the business.

The crowd grows a bit more silent and Sienna smiles sweetly into the camera as it approaches her.

Sienna: There’s one man that takes a lot of pride in order though, and he happens to be the next... huge... asset... to Action Packed Wrestling. To the wrestling world. He happens to be your next North American Champion. He happens to be your savior.

This elicits a louder, mixed reaction from the crowd and Sienna moves to the side a bit, away from the curtains on the entrance of the ramp.

Sienna: Call him what you will, but the man is a mastermind inside the ring, and out. He’s already brought Action Packed Wrestling more media attention and coverage since his debut than ANY other APW Megastar in the seven-year history of this company. Like it or not...

He is the be-all, end-all of Action Packed Wrestling.

Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together, and keep them together- because you need to pray yourselves, because this man may be amazing, but he can’t save all of you. But he will save Monday Night Meltdown. And he will save this sport we know as professional wrestling, FOR THE GOOD OF YOU PEOPLE. Cheer him! Talk about him! Whatever you’d do, you’d better respect him...

People, I give you, “The Evangelist” Jerry Matthews.

Josh Turner’s “Long Black Train” hits over the arena’s PA system and shortly thereafter Matthews and his spiritual liaison Deacon Jeremiah walk through the curtain. Matthews is sporting his mask, and wearing a white cotton suit, while Jeremiah is wearing a black suit and his trademark shades. The crowd begins to boo quite loudly at the fact that they’ve been fooled by Sienna Harrison.

Harris: I love this guy!

West: I bet. I bet you do.

Matthews shakes Harrison’s hand, and makes the sign of the cross before taking the microphone.

Matthews: Brothers and sisters of the faithful, for those of you that have been living under a rock for the past month, allow me to introduce myself. I am the Reverend Jerry Matthews, and I am here to save each and every one of you.

Matthews points to the crowd, and they respond by showering him with even more boos. Matthews waits until they cease before he continues.

Matthews: For far too long, APW has been a haven for sinful, obscene behavior. A place where people like London Carter have chosen to publicly exhibit their drug addictions, their same sex relationships, and any other way they’ve been able to destroy the temples that God the Father created for them. And all of YOU people are just as guilty, for sitting back and letting all of it come to pass.

The crowd begins to boo louder.

"ASS...HOOOOLE..."

"ASS...HOOOOOLE..."

"ASSSSSS-HOOOOOOOOLE!"

Matthews waits patiently, shaking his head in disapproval at the masses.

Matthews: ...But, thankfully for each and every one of your souls, God came to me and told me to come here to APW, to make it my next stop. Because if there is one thing that this company needs, it’s a savior, a TRUE savior. And not some trash-talking Brit like the Guv’nor, I’m talking about a man with experience behind the pulpit. A man that has dedicated his life to serving the Father and his son, the one and only begotten Savior, Jesus Christ.

I’m talking about me, “The Evangelist” Jerry Matthews, your next APW North American Champion.

And when I’m done in this company, all of the sinners in the locker room will bow down, wash my feet, and worship the ground that I walk on.

And, more importantly, they won’t be spending an eternity being bathed in fire.

The crowd boos uproariously and Sienna grins up at the man, beside herself in glee.

Sienna: Tell them... Tell them what happens to people like Catherine Jewel tonight.

Matthews laughs to himself for a moment.

Matthews: Funny you should mention Catherine Jewel. The social media stratosphere has been blowing up over the last few days, and she has gone out of her way to brag about having a threesome with her boyfriend Michael Jennings and Kaylyn James Evans.

Needless to say, I have taken it upon myself to take on the personal quest of ripping her limb from limb, not just for the sanctity of the fans’ minds, but for the good of APW, and in the good name of God the Father himself.

At the end of the night, don’t be surprised if Catherine Jewel is able to leave this arena on her own power. The Word of the Lord, Thanks Be to God.

Sienna grins and yells into the crowd, "TALK ABOUT JERRY MATTHEWS!" simply chuckling as they boo in response.

She raises the microphone and points to Nicky Paige.

Sienna: Spin the wheel.

Nicky Paige sighs and spins the wheel. The crowd grows loud, and pleased as it rolls over some popular options, which the announcers are quick to name off.

West: STEEL CAGE-- no!

Harris: TABLES-- noooope!

West: Casino Brawl-- no, no...

The pin lands on "Outsiders' Welcome" and the crowd buzzes.

West: ...Oh dear.

Matthews and Deacon Jeremiah make their way to the ring as Sienna continues to applaud.

Paige: The following contest will be held under “Outsiders Welcome” rules meaning all outside interference is legal in this match.

West: Uh-oh…you know who Jewel’s boyfriend is, right?

Harris: Yeah and he’s here tonight. That guy is a psychopath so you know he’s going to get involved in this somehow.

"My Heart Is Broken" by Evanescence starts playing over the loud speakers as Catherine Jewel makes her way to the ring. She climbs into the ring and poses for the crowd as the music fades out.

Paige: Introducing his opponent... CATHERINE JEEEEWEL!

"Outsiders Welcome" Match
Catherine Jewel vs "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews

The bell sounds and the two wrestlers circle each other before tying up. Matthews gets the advantage with a Rear Chinlock. Jewel gets out of it using elbows to the midsection. She then runs the ropes and knocks him down with a Clothesline. He gets up and she runs the ropes again before nailing him with a second Clotheslines. Matthews quickly rolls out to the floor to regroup.

West: Jewel with her most amount of offense ever in an APW match.

Harris: What the hell is going on? Is this bizarre world or something?

Matthews takes his time getting back into the ring as Jewel is getting impatient. His plan works as she comes in too close as he enters the ring which allows him to sucker punch her. As she stagers backwards he grabs her into a Belly to Back Suplex. He then pulls her back to her feet and grabs her into a Belly to Belly Suplex. Matthews quickly goes for a cover, hooking a leg.

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West: Big comeback by Jewel now.

Harris: This is disgusting. This is like being on an episode of the Twilight Zone.

Jewel runs the ropes and nails Matthews with a Spear as he stands up! She quickly covers him.

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Matthews kicks out of it but as he does Sienna Harrison is now coming out to the boos of the crowd with her brother Tyler in tow. She is screaming at Tyler to go down to the ring, yelling something about "earn your damn paycheck!" and almost seems amused as she gives him a shove toward the ring. Begrudgingly, Tyler nods.

Tyler Harrison runs out to the ring and slides in before tackling down Jewel. He starts stomping a mudhole in her to the boos of the crowd.

West: WHAT IS THIS?! THIS IS DISGUSTING!

Harris: I LOVE THIS! It doesn’t get any better than this.

Sienna tries to stifle a laugh from the ramp, but can't help but chuckle-- the crowd then suddenly erupts as Michael Jennings runs out with a chair in hand, charging past Sienna so quickly that her hair is blown about in the gust! He then slides into the ring himself. He then turns Tyler around and nails him in the head with a brutal chairshot! The crowd goes wild as he tosses the chair down and starts cursing out Tyler as Sienna looks on with a disgusted look on her face. Deacon Jeremiah watches from the apron, a look of concern wrapped around his face.

West: THAT WAS VICIOUS!

Harris: Michael Jennings should be fined and suspended for things just like this.

Jennings pulls Tyler to his feet and grabs him into a T-Bone Suplex but doesn’t perform the move. Instead he walks over to the ropes and T-Bone Suplexes him over the top rope and down to the floor!

West: OH MY GOD! That was unreal. What a move by Jennings.

Harris: I’ve never seen that before. This guy is a complete lunatic. I think he’s probably a serial killer when he’s not in the ring.

Jennings smiles about it before noticing that Tyler is holding his ankle. He then climbs out to the floor and like a shark smelling blood he goes right after the injury with an Ankle Lock.

West: This is totally out of control.

Harris: I think Jerry Matthews needs to bring salvation to everyone else out here right now.

As this is going on, Deacon Jeremiah grabs a handful of change from the collection plate and turns, throwing it in Jewel's face as she leans out of the ring! She throws a hand to her eye. Matthews nails Jewel from behind as she stumbles back from the carnage happening on the floor. Jewel turns around and goes for The Shining Finale but Matthews avoids it. She turns around only to be grabbed into Savior’s Wrath! Matthews quickly covers Jewel, hooking the leg as he does so.

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Paige: Your winner…”The Evangelist” Jerry Matthews!

Jennings finally releases the Ankle Lock from Tyler as Deacon Jeremiah stomps around toward him and goes into the ring. Matthews exits the rings and celebrates to the back as Jennings helps Jewel to her feet. Jennings then notices Sienna is all alone. He quickly bolts from the ring to chase her out of the arena to the cheers of the crowd. Jewel looks on with disgust before exiting the ring to run after Jennings as Tyler is helped to the back.

Harris: Not again!

West: She's GREATLY overstepping her boundaries in her hometown!

Harris: This is getting unsafe! Where the hell is Envikado when you need them?!

As security charges along behind Jennings, our cameras cut back to the commentary table.

West: Right now we are going to cut to a video shot earlier in the day as this saga between Chris Madison and The Unforgiven continues on.

Harris: If it keeps going down this road eventually Madison's mouth is gonna get him into trouble.


EARLIER TODAY:

The video fades in showing the arena parking lot as APW faithful are starting to gather for tonight's Meltdown show. The strong Las Vegas sun is hammering down but their spirits are high in anticipation for tonight's show. The barbecues are are filled with burning charcoal and beverages are starting to flow as the families tailgate prior to tonight's event. The sounds of laughter and scattered APW chants are cut off by the screeching feedback of a megaphone. Chris Madison had shown up to tonight's event early and is now interacting with the fans.

Chris Madison: Attention! Attention! Fans of the APW, tonight is your night! In my hand I have the opportunity of a lifetime.

Chris holds up a clipboard in the air as a crowd starts to form around him. On the clipboard is a stack of papers with the top sheet stating APW Contract.

Chris Madison: I'm here to insert a little chaos into the APW universe. Today I expose the management for what they are! In my hand I have obtained an exact copy of the contracts that were issued to the New Dynasty and Brian Hollywood! A simple tryout contract for unproven talent with one stipulation...a guaranteed televised match against The Unforgiven!

Madison starts walking around the parking lot eyeing up the people. He first approaches a group of three men. Their age range varies and looks to be three generations of a family. The elder of the three stands at the grill with a beer in his hand.

Chris Madison: Excuse me sir, what's your name.

Elderly male: Walter, Walter Matthews.

Chris Madison: And this is your son and grandson?

Walter: Yes sir, Walter junior and Walter the third.

Chris Madison: Well Walter seems like you have a beautiful family. How would you like a once in a lifetime opportunity... Watch your grandson and son in a wrestling match in the APW?

Walter: Well my grandson is only 16 so I don't think that would work. Plus we're not trained...But this family has always bonded around a passion for wrestling.

Chris Madison: 16 is too young. But you! We can put you and your son in the ring!

Walter: Thanks but we really wouldn't know what to do...

Chris Madison: That's the beauty of it...none of these so called future superstars know what they are doing. The APW is in the business of hiring unproven wrestlers to try and solidify some of their own talent. We can throw a couple of masks on you and bill you as an old school luchador team who has dominated Mexican wrestling over the last decade or two and is now coming to take over the tag teams of the APW. A couple of dark matches and then a televised match against the Unforgiven in which naturally they'll decimate you to prove how dominant of a force they are. It will be an experience that you'll never replicate.

Walter: I don't know.

Chris Madison: We can call you El Viejo and El Debil! Oh and Sienna Harrison will pay you handsomely! Anything to make the Unforgiven look invincible.

Walter: Still I would have to respectfully decline.

Chris shakes Walters hand and continues on his way. While scouring the lot he notices two men standing by the wrestlers entrance behind the security railing. Both men look to be middle aged with long black hair flowing passed their shoulders. Short and out of shape with black lipstick, eye liner, and nail polish painted onto their hands that are grabbing the top of the white poster board signs they have drawn up.

Chris Madison: These two are perfect!

Madison walks closer and reads the signs draped over the barrier. One reads "marry me Talon" the other states "I am the benefactor". As Madison approaches the two fans let out a nervous chuckle.

Fans: Can we get an autograph Madison?

Chris let out a sly smirk.

Chris Madison: How I about I do you one better? Big fans of the Unforgiven?

Fans: Hell yeah! They're the best tag team ever! No offense.

Chris Madison: It's ok, not the first time I lost a match. They are pretty good huh?

Fans: The best!

Chris Madison: How would you guys like to meet them? All you have to do is sign this contract here, a couple of waiver forms, and you guys can get a private lesson on tag team wrestling by them. We will even tape it so you can keep it as a souvenir! Sounds good?

Fans: Oh god! I can't believe this happening to us!

Chris Madison: The APW will even supply you with wrestling gear. They'll make it a real experience for you. Entrance music, pyrotechnics, the whole nine yards to make it feel like a real match. All we need is a couple of signatures.

As Madison hands over the clipboard to the eager fans, they happen to glance over his shoulder toward the building's back doors and literally geek-squeal at who they spot.

Fans: It's them! Look, Mikey! There they are!

The camera moves over toward the direction the fans are now pointing, getting a glimpse of the smirk on Madison's face in the process. Sitting on the tailgate of a full-sized black pickup is none other than Zachariah Blood with Lady Rayne by his side.

Talon, the Lady of Sin, is leaning against the side of the red-accented vehicle with a serene expression on her face while Sentinel is sitting sidewise on the driver's side, the door open.

The four seem to be marginally amused with the goings-on outside the arena, and while a fair number of the fans cheer, some boo and holler out catcalls at the foursome.

Chris Madison: Speak of the devils, huh? What's with the lurking? You should come over and greet your opponents.

Zachariah slides off the tailgate to the asphalt, thick-soled boots thumping softly on his landing. Sentinel as well exits the truck fully and shuts the door behind himself, cracking his neck audibly.

Zachariah Blood: Looks like someone put in overtime at the Kinko's down the street. What do you have there, Madison? Your last will and testament? Perhaps a pre-printed death certificate? Endeavors like that would have been more worth your time than some bullshit smear campaign.

Sentinel has come to stand just behind and to the side of his verbose partner, hands in his jeans pockets as he stares directly at Madison, his opponent later in the evening. Zachariah looks past Madison at the fans and shakes his head.

Chris Madison: A big stare like that might scare most, but not me. Two on one with the ladies watching huh? Feels like last week. Difference is there is no dead weight to drag me down!

Madison returned an intense stare back at Sentinel and Zachariah. With his hands clenched into fists by his side, Madison turns his head from side to side keeping both men in sight.

Chris Madison: Oh what the hell, why wait until later!

Madison lunges at Zachariah with a forearm smash knocking him back a few feet. Sentinel grabs a hold of Madison and the two begin exchanging right hands, finally getting the upper hand. Madison starts staggering backwards, opening up some room between Sentinel and Madison. He charges Chris hitting him with a discuss lariat, turning Madison inside out. Blood seeks to join in but decides to stay back and enjoy the show. Sentinel begins to stomp away at a fallen Madison but is shoved back by the boot after a few strikes. Madison kicks Sentinel away when he tries to pull him up and comes up with a shoulder charge that rams Sentinel into the steel barricades.

The big man delivers a few clubbing shots that drive Madison down to his knees, but the Madman fires back with an uppercut and a headbutt to the Silent Destroyer. Security busts in as they start resorting to trading shots back and forth, getting between the pair for a moment as Zachariah rolls his eyes at the inteference.

Chris Madison: Is that the best you got?

Madison is trying to collect himself but still looks ready to fight. Zachariah steps in before Sentinel, attempting to guide him back from carrying this further but is shoved aside by the dark giant. Sentinel breaks through security and delivers a boot to the side of Madison's head before he can be drawn back again. Madison recovers after a moment and spears Sentinel to the ground quickly transitioning to a mount and deliver a couple of right hands before security is successful in pulling them apart.

The security team finally is capable of keeping the two sides apart. Sienna Harrison storms out of the arena as she caught wind of the altercation occurring in the parking lot, out of breath from her maneuvering throughout the night. She stops short of the Unforgiven, speaking to them in a hoarse whisper.

Sienna Harrison: I can't have you behaving like this. I can't risk my up and coming talent!

She looks around the area, nervously, clearly still ducking somebody. The scene fades to back to the announce team...

West: What did she mean by that? Is she protecting the Unforgiven?

Harris: I don't know but these boys really want a piece of one another!

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

The show goes backstage to where the members of the Natural Born Killaz are in their locker room talking about some things that have gone on in the past few days including the big World Tag Team Championship match later on tonight.

Jennings: Why were you guys bickering last week on Overdrive? It made us look weak. And if we look weak then the fans and our opponents view us as weak. We need to show the world that we’re not messing around.

Leon: Need not worry. We’ll make sure that people are paying attention.

Titan: Me and my dawg ALWAYS argue, it ain't nothing new.

Jennings: Well where the hell does that put us as far as tonight goes? Hell nobody’s even talking about this match. They’re not even talking about the North American Championship match. Hell they’re not even talking about the main event. Instead they’re talking about the six man tag team match pitting the New Sindicate against the League. A match that will be forgotten in just days. A match that will mean nothing long term in the big scheme of things here in APW. That’s why this company is falling apart. That’s why APW needs to be saved. And not saved by the League because they basically ripped off what I said about saving this company weeks ago. APW needs to be saved from the divas who are taking over. And not just the females but the male diva primadonnas in the big three groups. We’re nothing but an afterthought. I pray for the souls of everyone in APW on a nightly basis and thus far my prayers haven’t been answered. I’m trying to save the spiritual lives of everyone here in APW but they’re far too stubborn to be saved. Instead it’s become nothing more than a perpetual cycle of crap that’s infested the shows. And now we must save all of them from themselves. But at the same time we must get our shit together and take them all down…starting tonight by winning the APW World Tag Team Championship belts. If we do that then, FINALLY, they will take us seriously.

Leon: That’s the plan. Just Make sure that no fly boys decide to interfere.

Titan: Fly Boys? Man, what the Hell are you talking about?

Leon: Simple. All those idiots who dare cross us are nothing more then pesky flies, and I’ve been getting pretty good at getting fly guts on my fists!

Jennings: That’s what I like to hear. Now I want you guys to go out there and kick somebody’s ass. If somebody, ANYBODY tries to interfere in the match I am going to come out to that ring to kick their ass. I’ve got your backs. Just focus on the match.

Titan: Okay, okay calm down Jenn.

Jennings: Jennings.

Titan: Whatever, live up to your end of the agreement and we'll live up to our end of the agreement.

Leon: Tonight, we'll show why the Natural Born Killaz own this world!

Jennings: Good. Now it’s time to show the world we’re not messing around. They want leadership, they want saviors…. we’ll give them what they want. We’ll give them what they really need. We’re going to give them something to believe in. The only way to bring order back to APW is through creating chaos. The best way to start that is to shock the world tonight. Get it done, guys. I know you can do it.

Leon: Damn right we will!

The scene goes elsewhere backstage. Guvnor is pacing down the corridor, opening doors and calling in.

SIENNA!

He comes to some dude standing around trying to look the part.

Guvnor: Have you seen Sienna?

The guy shakes his head.

Guvnor: Where is she? SIENNA!

He reaches a couple of women chatting.

Guvnor: Hey sweetheart, have you see—

Guvnor doesn’t finish his sentence because he’s attacked from behind by three figures dressed and masked in black. Guvnor tries to fight back, but the silent assailants soon beat him down. They take in turns punching, stomping, and kicking Guvnor.

They drag Guvnor to his feet and he tries to fight them off. He even succeeds for a few seconds, but the numbers soon tell. They scrap travels to a large room, which looks like where the waste is stored for collection.

One of the attackers finds a 2x4 and starts to beat Guvnor with it. After a minute-long beating, the thugs seem happy with their work. They pick Guvnor up and lift him into an industrial trash can, then roll it off. One of them looks at the others, as if they should be looking for something. Something is held up, it is the North American Championship belt. The three attackers nod to each other and leave the scene.

We cut to ringside.

West: Is-- who the-- what was that?

Harris: Justice. Duh.

West: Now back to Nicky Paige in the ring!

The crowd whistles as Paige stands in the center of the room, microphone in-hand.

Paige: The following contest, scheduled for one fall... Is a SIX-PERSON TAG TEEEAAMM MATCH!

The crowd roars at the announcement. "Darling Violetta" plays as the lights dim to an emerald green.

Paige: Introducing first, on his way to the ring, weighing in at one hundred and sixty pounds... He is the EMMERRRAALLLD ASSAAAASSSINN!

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, while the crowd roars.

Paige: And his tag team partners...

”This just in: Tag Team Wrestling has... BEEN... SAVED! WE...ARE...HEEEEERE!”

The epically deep-throated narration announced, “The Avengers" theme begins and a nuclear explosion is heard going off as "The Pope" Delikado walks out onto the stage. As the song keeps playing, he looks out to the ring and points to it with his left index finger before holding out his open right hand and slowly clenching it into a fist. The crowd boos and Delikado slowly walks down the ramp, a little swagger in his powerful Bossy steps. He stops, and with a fist still clenched, whips his head toward the top of the ramp, where his music is immediately replaced by the Beatles' "Helter Skelter."

”Will you, won't you want me to make you
I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you
Tell me, tell me, tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer...
Helter Skelter...!"

Multi-colored lights dance all across the arena as the savage vocals of Paul McCartney shriek throughout the PA system. Within seconds, Evan Envi emerges from the back to a loud, mixed reaction, dressed in a white jacket with the name "ENVI" emblazoned across the back in blood-red, shimmering cursive and the Overdrive Championship in his left hand, saying something to Delikado that the cameras can't quite pick up as he approaches his tag team partner.

Paige: At a combined weight of three hundred and eighty-one pounds... Representing the League of Extraordinary Wrestlers, the team of Delikado and the APW Overdrive Champion, Evan Envi... ENVIKADO!

Envi performs a highly contrived handshake with Delikado before the two rush to the ring, sliding in and ascending the turnbuckles, motioning for the ungrateful (or grateful) fans to bow-- and receiving more of the mixed reaction in response. Delikado rolls out of the ring and bickers with the fans while Envi exits to the apron.

Paige: And their opponents...

Boos rain down throughout the arena.

West: Lots of history here, folks.

The lights fade in the arena. The opening chords of "Dare" begin to play. A pair of fireballs fly down to the stage, one on either side. Once they get there and go off, two lines of pyrotechnics go off from either end of the stage, criss-crossing in the middle and highlighting two figures standing with their arms outstretched to either side. Lights focus down on the pair as the pyrotechnics subside, revealing Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker in their usual wrestling attire, standing back to back, Aubrey facing the ring and Logan facing the entryway, the Tap Out Championship visible on his shoulder, with many fans screaming for the vintage tag team entrance.

Paige: At a combined weight of three hundred and fifty-two pounds, representing the NEWWW Sindicate, Aubrey J. Parker and the APW Tap-Out Champion, Logan Alexander... M&M!

Parker lowers her arms and starts walking down the ramp. Logan lowers his arms, turns and follows suit, ignoring the fans as they make their way to ringside. At ringside Parker hops up onto the apron, sliding across with one hand gliding across the middle rope and one pressed to her lips before blowing a long and sensual kiss to the audience, earning a series of whistles from many men and women alike, as Logan climbs the ring steps and moves out to join her. Logan moves between the ropes, holding them open for Parker to enter the ring, before following her in. The two remove their extra wardrobe and Logan hands his championship to the referee, but Parker's eyes never leave Envikado. Logan soon follows suit, turning to keep an eye on all three of their opponents.

Paige: And their tag team partner...

"Bump It" hits the PA system and 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. He smirks as they continue to boo.

Paige: Weighing in at one hundred and sixty-five pounds... THE RED SCORPION!

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!


West: NOT. AGAIN.

Harris: JUST TAKE IT, SHANE! JUST TAKE IT!

The crowd boo’s louder at Scorpion’s singing. Scorpion lands safely in the ring. He takes off the jet pack and his ‘Hitman’ shirt...

He does some prep jumps and jumps really high because of his superior athletic ability. M&M watch him, unamused, as both teams begin to take their respective corners.

West: This six-man tag has been brewing for a long, long time.

Harris: Looks like Delikado and Logan are starting out!

Six-Person Tag Match
Emerald Assassin & The League (Delikado and Evan Envi ©) vs. Red Scorpion & The New Sindicate (Logan Alexander © and Aubrey J. Parker)

The bell rings as the action gets started with Alexander and Deli circling one another in the middle of the ring. Deli shoots in with a double leg takedown and spins around to Alexander’s head, locking her in a front face lock. He wrenches tightly as Alexander struggles to break free. Deli rolls back smoothly and tags in Evan Envi. While Deli has him pinned down, Envi raises his right leg and drives a boot right into the hamstring. Alexander is clutching his leg as Envi carefully calculates his next attack and jumps up driving his knee into the thigh of Logan Alexander, causing him to clinch his leg even tighter. Envi lifts Alexander up and whips him across the ring, but he wisely slows up for his corner and makes the swift tag to Red Scorpion. Meltdown’s Super Villain flings himself over the rope and makes a beeline for Envi leaping to his feet and going for a high jumping dropick...that Evan swats away.

West: Envikado made quick work of Logan Alexander!

Harris: It’s a smart move, Shane. You have a crazy rookie, a limping Alexander, and one barely-healthy opponent. Envikado may have just won themselves this match.

West: Are you sure about that?

Scorpion sweeps the legs out from under Envi and he falls hard to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Envi holds the back of his head and looks into the ring with agitation. He looks up at Delikado and right on cue, Red Scorpion dives through the middle ropes and hits Envi with a suicide plancha as the two crash into the metal guardrail. Red Scorpion hops right back to his feet and pounds the top of Envi’s head with several rights and lefts. Envi’s in trouble before finding a brief pause in Red Scorpion’s onslaught to poke him in the eyes. Red Scorpion backs off for a second to rub his eyes, but doesn’t waste a lot of time before sprinting towards Envi. Envi ducks under and flips Red Scorpion over the rail landing on a group sitting in the front row. Envi follows him as the two brawl through the crowd.

West: Where are they going, Dick? The ref needs to restore some order here!

Harris: Evan Envi doesn’t take well to rookies not knowing their place!

Envi grabs The Scorpion by the back of the mask and the back of the pants and launches him over the guardrail to the floor. Evan rolls him in the ring and Scorpion scampers on all fours and dives to tag in AJP. Envi laughs, rolls into the ring and lets an enthusiastic Emerald Assassin have the tag.

Harris: Now the supposed superhero gets to shine!

AJP gladly enters the ring as Emerald Assassin meets her in the center stage. The two lock up as AJP gets the side headlock in. Emerald Assassin shoves her with everything he has into the ropes and as AJP comes back she ducks a clothesline and returns with a dropkick. Emerald Assassin gets to his feet and AJP sends him into the ropes. AJP tries to hip toss him but Assassin lands on his feet. He spins around to her free arm and flips her over with a hip toss but she lands on her feet on the other side.

West: What athleticism!

He jumps up and dropkicks AJP in the right knee and causes her to stumble backwards, eventually landing on one knee. Emerald Assassin springs towards the ropes and using them as a springboard comes flying back with a spinning heel kick that finally puts AJP on her back. AJP doesn’t stay on the mat long as she’s up to one knee before Emerald Assassin comes flying in with a one handed bulldog from the second turnbuckle that drives AJP face first into the mat. Emerald Assassin goes for the cover…

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West: AJP is a veteran of the APW. It’s going to take a lot more than that to keep her down on the mat.

Harris: The rookies are trying to prove their place in the world...but they’re sure being taught a few lessons in the process!

AJP is back up as Emerald Assassin whips her into the ropes, as she comes back, she drops down to the ground and tries to take her down with a drop-toe hold. AJP brushes him off quickly and kicks him in the throat for his troubles. Red Scorpion is jumping up and down on the apron wanting the tag as EnviKado yells for Assassin to get up. AJP smiles at EnviKado and tags in The Red Scorpion who launches across the ring like a bullet and lands a running, tucked shooting star press that drops right on the back of Emerald Assassin. Scorpion jumps up and does a springboard Asai Moonsault onto the face down Assassin. He rolls him over and goes for the cover.

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Scorpion steps back too close to the ropes and Delikado grabs him by the mask. “YOU ARE OUT OF YOUR LEEEEEEEAGUE!!!!!” Scorpion leaps up and hits a Pele kick to the head of Delikado, who (as he’s falling) grabs the leg he’s been kicked with and drops it on the top rope. There is a loud snapping pop and even Deli looks sickened by the sound. Scorpion has the presence of mind to hobble to his corner and tags in Logan Alexander.

He picks Emerald Assassin up and throws him into the opposite corner, where he lands chest first. AJP gets a hand full of hair and Logan Alexander charges in with a driving knee to the back. Scorpion is trying to walk off the knee injury, but it looks bad.

West: It’s hard to watch Emerald Assassin compete with such a larger man in the ring tonight. It’s rare that Logan has such a size advantage.

Harris: The odds are stacked against him, he as an opportunistic adversary in the Red Scorpion and two very experienced APW MegaStars. This could end up VERY bad for Emerald Assassin.

Logan whips EA into the ropes. He drives at him with a clothesline but Emerald Assassin drops to the ground and watches Logan stumble into a hard left by Delikado. The ref is chewing out Deli as the Emerald Assassin makes the hot tag to Evan Envi, who immediately rushes in with a flying elbow. He doesn’t want to wait for Logan to get any momentum and drops several haymakers across the forehead of Alexander. As Alexander drops to both knees, Evan grabs him by the head and drags him over to the turnbuckle. Evan gets him to the top turnbuckle and is ready to lift him up for a superplex...RED SCORPION JUST DROPKICKED ENVI!!!!

West: The Red Scorpion just charged into the ring and springboarded off the ropes and hit a sick dropkick that knocked Envi and Alexander to the floor!!!!!!!!!!

Harris: They’re both hurt!

Delikado enters the ring and shoves a shocked Red Scorpion down to his rump. Scorpion sits there shocked. Medics are rushing to the ring to check on Alexander and Envi. The doctor is checking the eyes of the competitors and gets to the apron and tells the ref something. Aubrey J. Parker watches from a few feet away, questioning the medics about the state of her tag team partner, a worried look in her eye.

West: Ladies and gentlemen... I just got in my headset that Envi and Alexander aren’t able to finish competing. The referee will not allow them to go on after that.

Harris: This match can’t end that way!

The ref goes over to Nicky Paige and lets her know what is going on. As he’s over there, Red Scorpion crawls over behind Delikado who is looking down to check on Envi. Red Scorpion drives an uppercut to the testicular region of Delikado. Deli bellows in agony, but the referee never saw!

West: Wha--

Paige: Logan Alexander and Evan Envi are not able to continue in this match...but this match will continue with standard tag team rules!!!!!!!!

Harris: Well, it ain’t over!

West: But Scorpion and Parker have the upperhand!

Scorpion pulls Deli up to his feet and delivers a series of back hand chops across his chest that causes his chest to light up like a fireworks display. Deli kicks the injured knee of Red Scorpion and Scorpion drops like a sack of potatoes. He’s begging off and Deli yells at him, “I WILL TEACH YOU A LESSON NOW, BOY!!!!! YOU WILL LEARN!!!!!” Delikado lunges forward and grabs Red Scorpion by the mask and sends him into the corner shoulder first. Deli then pulls the pants of Red Scorpion back showing his pasty white buttocks. “THIS WILL HURT ME FAR MORE THAN IT WILL HURT YOU!!!!!” Deli rears back and begins to deliver a spanking to Red Scorpion! Giant, red hand welts show up on the posterior of The Scorpion.

Harris: This is cruel!

West: This is unorthodox.

Harris: THIS is ‘real wrestling’?!

West: Actually, it looks like a spanking.

The ref finally intervenes and Deli wipes his hands on the ref’s shirt. Scorpion scrambles over to his corner and tags in a confused AJP. She’s looking at him like he’s pathetic. Deli and AJP meet up in the middle of the ring and lock up. Deli grabs her by the wrist and flings her across the ropes. He goes for another clothesline but AJP ducks underneath and on her return, stretches out her arm as both competitors fall to the mat with a double clothesline.

West: AJP is really showing that she belongs with the best that the APW has to offer, Dick! The fans were picking against them this week but they have held on and have given Emerald Assassin and Deli a run for their money!

Parker climbs to her feet as Deli pulls himself up in the corner. Parker begins seething, and the crowd begins growing loud as she gains that wild look in her eyes, fuming as she watches Delikado rise to his feet. With a scream, she charges across the ring and launches herself into the air, hitting a hard Running Front Dropkick to his jaw! Delikado falls out of the corner and Parker hooks his near leg!

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The crowd roars as Aubrey J. Parker is yanked off of Delikado by Emerald Assassin, who had been helping assist Evan to the back!

West: I think Parker forgot about the Emerald Assassin!

Harris: Scorpion didn’t!

As Emerald turns around, Red Scorpion charges him and nails a Running Monkey Flip! Assassin is launched through the air and screams out in agony as he lands on his back! He pulls himself to his feet, and Red Scorpion charges him with a high running knee strike to the temple that takes both men over the top rope, to the apron, and to the floor!

West: Bodies are flying everywhere! We don’t need injuries out here tonight!

Aubrey turns back to Delikado, and receives a slap to the face to a loud pop from the crowd! Aubrey holds her jaw in shock and her eye grow wide. Delikado climbs to his feet, and Aubrey slaps him across his face as well! Delikado turns around and screams into the crowd, bellowing the battle cry of the League!

Many in Las Vegas scream back at Delikado, several even jumping onto their seats to display their “SAVE THE WORLD” shirts-- and Delikado turns back to Aubrey J. Parker, who glares at him, and then screams right back!

Harris: This-- they’re both crazy! It’s a battle of the crazies!

Delikado and Aubrey both stop screaming and stare at each other for a moment, both looking right at each other, before they both turn and shoot the ropes, coming back and meeting each other in the center for double Clotheslines again-- except this time neither of them go down! They stumble back with Aubrey clearly taking the brunt of the maneuver. Delikado runs forward and goes for the X-Factor Facebuster, but Aubrey swats him away and hits a stomp to the gut! Delikado falls to a knee and Aubrey shoots the ropes, coming back for a Leg Lariat-- but Delikado launches her overhead! Aubrey lands on her feet and turns around into the Super Kick he calls the Last Call to Cuba!

West: LIGHTS OUT FOR THE NEW SINDICATE!

...But Aubrey ducks under it and resurfaces beind Delikado. He turns into a kick to the gut followed by a standing headscissors by AJP!

Harris: Is she going for a Powerbomb on Delikado?

And the crowd rises to their feet as, with a powerful cry, Aubrey J. Parker lifts Delikado up and delivers a Powerbomb! She falls back against the ropes, but soon dives on top of him for the cover, while both of their respective partners climb back up onto the apron in their corners.

West: I never thought I’d say this- but Aubrey J. Parker with a HUGE Powerbomb!

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Harris: Delikado kicks out!

Parker slaps the mat in frustration and Delikado inches to his feet, stumbling to his corner to tag in Emerald Assassin! Assassin is quick entering the ring, but Aubrey J. Parker catches him with a Leg Lariat upon entering! Assassin bounces from the move and Parker pins him next!

West: This chick has no mercy!

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Parker screams obscenities in frustration, earning a pop from the audience, but causing the broadcast to go mute for a moment. She goes to hoist Emerald Assassin up, but out of nowhere, he drills Parker to the mat with a DDT! Parker is dazed from the move and climbs up, but Assassin hits her with chops across the bare part of her chest, then Irish Whips her across the ring-- but she reverses it! Assassin returns and hits a back elbow to the temple! Parker falls into a netural corner and Assassin charges her, jumping up and driving both knees into her chest in the corner! Parker staggers out of the corner and Assassin hits a kick to the gut, forcing Parker to hunch over before nailing a Fame-Asser! Parker is drilled to the canvas and Assassin immediately goes for the cover-- but stops as he sees Red Scorpion enter the ring.

Harris: What’s this idiot doing?!

Emerald rushes Scorpion, but he receives a thumb to the eyes for his troubles! Emerald stumbles backward, and out of desperation, Parker runs up behind him and nails a Reverse Bulldog! Emerald is folded up from the move and Aubrey J. Parker crawls toward her corner, toward Red Scorpion... And makes the tag before Delikado can rush across the ring and stop her!

Scorpion leaps into the ring and ducks under a Clothesline from Delikado! He rebounds off the ropes and nails a running Headscissors Takedown! Delikado rolls out of the ring from the momentum, but as Red Scorpion returns to his feet, he’s flattened with a Hurricanrana from the Emerald Assassin, who immediately transitions it into a pinning predicament!

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West: Emerald’s back up-- but LOOK! AUBREY J. PARKER!

Parker slides into the ring and leaps up, going for the Leaping Reverse Snap STO-- the Makeunder-- but Emerald is able to shove her down! Parker hits the mat and rolls out of the ring, clutching the back of her head... But Emerald is taken to the mat with a Big Boot to the back of the head! Scorpion quickly lifts him up and begins to position him for that modified Fisherman’s Suplex...

Harris: Could we be about to see the Scorpion-Plex?!

But out of nowhere, Delikado slides into the ring, blasting Red Scorpion with the LAST CALL TO CUBA! Scorpion goes limp and Delikado dives out of the ring before he can be reprimanded.

West: THE LAST CALL TO CUBA!

The dazed Emerald Assassin has the wherewithal to plant the barely-conscious Red Scorpion with the Inverted DDT! Scorpion goes limp and Assassin hooks the far leg, grapevining the near one while the crowd counts along!

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The bell rings and the crowd roars as Emerald Assassin staggers to his feet, allowing the referee to raise his arm in the air! Aubrey J. Parker sits on the outside against the barricade, glaring up into the ring.

Paige: The winners of this match... The team of Delikado, Evan Envi, and EMERRRAALLLDD ASSAAASSSIIIIIN!

Delikado applauds from the ring, smirking at Aubrey J. Parker the entire time. Parker climbs to her feet, snatching Logan Alexander’s Tap Out Championship from the timekeeper before she makes her way to the back, shaking her head, muttering something under her breath.

Harris: Well, I guess M&M isn’t taking the Red Scorpion with them.

West: I think Parker’s going to go check on Logan Alexander. I don’t think the Red Scorpion is her main concern here.

The referee raises both Delikado and Emerald Assassin’s arms into the air before Delikado pulls away-- but not before giving Emerald Assassin a sharp slap on the hip. Emerald winces in pain, and Delikado continues to celebrate the victory, before he finally rolls out of the ring, the scene cutting back to the commentary table.

West: Well, not only does the League have momentum heading into Test for the Best, but now, Emerald Assassin does too! He has to feel confident after that victory.

Harris: Maybe... But Scorpion’s got his number, Shane-O. I’m telling you. At Test for the Best, we’re gonna see a completely different story, I’m tellin’ you.

We fade to commercial.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

The crowd boos as our scene opens, immediately with Connor Murphy and Sienna Harrison standing across from each other in Sienna's office. She gives the Megastar a once-over and then glances toward the Roulette Wheel to their left-- an exact replica of the one at ringside. Sienna nervously peeks out the door of the office before closing it and locking it.

Sienna: Have you seen the Guv'Nor running around?

Connor Murphy: ...uh... no?

Sienna: ...Kay, cool... How's Krown doing, Connor?

Connor Murphy's expression goes from confused to annoyed.

Connor Murphy: How do you think he's doing? He's going to be out for almost a month with a concussion.

Sienna sighs, and speaks in a low tone.

Sienna: I've told you-- it wasn't my fault. I didn't thinkHolmes would do that... But I also didn't think you guys would provoke him the way you did.

Murphy chuckles.

CM: Hey, we only told the truth. If he has a problem with it, then toooooo bad...

Sienna: You got in his family's face, right in front of him. You didn't think he'd react violently?

CM: Ha. Well considering his career as a cop and a boxer, and his history, no, I didn't.

Sienna smirks, amused at his response.

Sienna: Do you know why I hired you, Connor?

CM: Ratings, Internet following of Roll Call, need for tag teams on Meltdown, we're friends, you owe me a favor, and I have a nice ass.

Sienna rubs her temples. She peeks out of the door once more and then turns back to Murphy.

Sienna: ...I hired you because I know exactly what you're capable of. I know what Krown is capable of. But I haven't been seeing what I paid for. I've been seeing stunts, and pandering, and deception-- but not the elite tag team GODS that I hired. So I want you to do something in the main event tonight that makes me-- makes me care.

For a long time, Murphy stares at Sienna, blank.

CM: Look. I go out to that ring, you will see exactly what I am capable of tonight.

Sienna: How do I know that?

Murphy turns and places a hand on the door knob.

Well it's a bit late to switch your main event, isn't it? Trust me for once in your life.

Sienna narrows her eyes at him and turns, spinning the roulette wheel.

It spins... It spins...

It spins... And the crowd roars as it lands on the picture of a chair.

Sienna: Steel chairs.

Sienna smirks at Murphy and he looks at her for a while before scoffing and turning.

CM: You'd better hope Guv STAYS down, ha? And, uh... hope Jennings left.

He turns and marches out of her office, slamming the door behind him. Sienna flinches, but a smirk eases across her face once more.

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

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

Both men appear on the stage, along with Leon's Wife Demonica. Jake Titan is seen with his shopping cart full of weapons.

BUCK BUCK, Lights out
Cause when I get my sawed off
N***** get hauled off [Ice Cube:] haha barrel one
Touches your motherf***in flesh [Ice Cube:] barrel two
Shoots your f***in heart out your chest
You see I'm quick to let the hammer go click
On my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine
Fool it's your bad time
Feel the blast of the chocolate bomber
Infra red aimed at your head
Like your name was Sarah Conner

All three walk down the ramp. Once at ringside, Jake parks his Shopping card, as Demonica cimbs up and waits on the apron. Both men slide in.

Decapitatin I ain't hesitatin
To put you in the funderal home
With a bullet in your dome
I'm hot like lava
You got a problem?
I got a problem solver
And his name is revolver
It's like a deadly game of freeze tag
I touch you with a 44 mag
And your frozen inside a body bag
Nobody iller
Than this graveyard filler
Cap peeler
Cause I'm a Natural Born Killa

Leon and Jake both head to the center of the ring. Leon poses with his arms crossed, while Jake kneels infront doing two guns pointing down gang sign. They maintain that pose until the lyrics start up again.

[Ice Cube]
Terror illistrates my era
Now I cant hang around my momma
Cause I scare her
I'm quick to blast motherf***er
[Dr. Dre:] yeah what's up
[Ice Cube:]It feels like I'm bustin a nut
When I open you up
Cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist
All you weak motherf***ers give my ring a kiss

Jake gets up, and Demonica removes their jackets, as she heads out of the ring. Both men the head for opposing turnbuckles, and pose for the fans.

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

West: The challengers look ready.

Harris: This is going to be one of the best tag team matches in awhile.

The chorus and intro to “The World Is Yours” blares open through the speakers of the complex as the cheers are for the arrival of “The Dying Breed”. The three young, aspiring talents come from the back, spotlight focused on them as they walk with style and grace while slapping the hands of their adored fans. Those of the haters are ignored as the three make their way towards the ring.

Paige: And their opponents, the APW World Tag Team Champions The Dying Breed!

As the introduction ceases, the men climb and roll into the ring as it’s a simple wave to the crowd before going to each corner of the ring, standing on the second turnbuckle, with their arms in the air. They look around before dropping down simultaneously. They come together back to the center of the ring, ready to take care of business.

West: The champs look ready.

Harris: So do the challengers. No fear from either team in this big tag title match.

APW World Tag Team Championships
The Dying Breed (c) vs The Natural Born Killaz

The bell sounds and the match is underway. The two teams decide who is going to start. Soon only Roberts and Bailey are in the ring. The two circle each other before tying up. Roberts gets the advantage and whips Bailey into the ropes. Bailey runs the ropes only to be nailed with a Big Boot. Bailey hits the mat hard holding his face in pain. Roberts quickly follows this up with two knee smashes to the face before covering Bailey rubbing his forearm into Bailey’s face as he does so.

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Bailey kicks out of it. Roberts pulls him up to his feet before dragging him over to his corner. Titan tags in. Roberts holds him as Titan hits him with a double axehandle smash to the back.

West: The NBK are in control right now.

Harris: Not for long. This entire match is going to spiral into chaos soon. I can feel it.

Titan picks up Bailey into a scoop slam. He then pulls Bailey to his feet before grabbing him into a standing Vertical Suplex. Titan goes for a cover, hooking the leg.

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Bailey kicks out. Titan pulls him to his feet but Bailey starts fighting back. Bailey with fists of fire. Titan breaks it up with a face rake. This move draws boos but Titan doesn’t care. He tries to whip Bailey into the ropes but it’s reversed. Titan runs the ropes only to get nailed by a Savate Kick.

West: Bailey mounting a comeback. He needs to make a tag and soon.

Bailey staggers over to tag in his partner Hopkins. Hopkins comes into the ring and is a house of fire. He nails Titan with five backhand chops before grabbing him into a Reverse Neckbreaker. He then covers Titan, hooking the leg.

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Titan kicks out. Hopkins pulls Titan to his geet and grabs him into a Scoop Slam. He follows this up by grabbing him into a Reverse Chinlock as the ref asks Titan if he wants to submit. As this is going on Jason Kash is walking down to the ring.

West: What is Jason Kash doing out here?

Harris: I think he just wants a closer look at the match.

Kash walks around ringside and goes to stand in a neutral corner while eyeing both teams. The crowd soon cheers as William D. Williams has walked out now to stand in the corner of The Dying Breed.

West: Business has just picked up.

Harris: The war is about to start. This is going to be good.

Titan fights his way to his feet but Hopkins nails him with a Gut Kick. He then grabs Titan into an Implant DDT. He lands in the corner near Kash before going for a cover.

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Titan gets his foot on the rope and the ref stops the count. As soon as Hopkins looks over he sees Kash and the two exchange words. Bailey notices is this too and is distracted by it as Is Roberts. At this point Michael Jennings comes out with a chair. He runs over and hits Williams right in the back with it! The crowd boos this loudly as now referees and officials are out to get him under control as he’s stomping on Williams. He then drops the chair and backs off before walking over to stand in the corner of Titan and Roberts to a loud mixed reaction.

West: WHAT WAS THAT?!

Harris: That was great. Jennings may be a troublemaker but he just made a statement right there.

Roberts is now talking with Jennings about what happened but Jennings points to Titan who has crawled over to make the tag. Bailey tells Hopkins about the tag before going over to check on Williams.

West: Now we have Hopkins in the ring against Roberts. Order might finally be restored.

The two wrestlers tie up before Roberts nails Hopkins with a clubbing blow to the back. He then clubs his back with a forearm shot again before whipping Hopkins into the ropes. Hopkins runs the ropes before ducking a Big Boot. Hopkins runs the ropes before catching Roberts with a Diving Crossbody when he stays on him for a cover.

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Bailey is back paying attention as Williams is finally to his feet but is refusing to go to the back. Instead he’s glaring at Jennings who is yelling at him from across the ring. Roberts pulls Hopkins to his feet and goes for a Full Nelson Slam but Hopkins gets out of it. He rolls over to his corner before making the hot tag to Bailey. The crowd erupts as Bailey enters the ring and is fists of fire on Roberts. He beats up on Roberts before nailing him with the Spinning Punch. Bailey quickly covers him.

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Roberts kicks out! Bailey pulls Roberts to his feet and tries to pull Roberts up for a Face First Powerbomb but Roberts staggers back to his corner which allows Titan to tag himself into the match. Titan comes into the ring and both members of the NBK attack Bailey with forearm clubbing shots. Hopkins quickly runs into the ring to attack Roberts. Now all four wrestlers are brawling.

West: It’s a war on Meltdown!

Harris: I told you. APW is on the verge of World War III and it’s starting on this show.

As the brawl ensues in the ring Kash and Jennings are now having words on the floor after Jennings noticed Kash looking in his direction. As this argument is going on Williams is walking around the ring behind Jennings to get some payback. Kash says something to Jennings and as Williams tries to attack Jennings both Jennings and Kash attack him!

West: WHAT IS THIS?!

Harris: That’s what he gets for trying to attack Jennings.

Jennings and Kash stomp a mudhole on Williams as more refs come out to break it up. Meanwhile in the ring Titan and Hopkins are now bleeding as the brawl has gotten more out of control. Hopkins notices what is going on with Williams and leaps out to the floor to attack Jennings. Roberts goes out to the floor to join the brawl by going after Kash. In the ring Bailey and Titan are going at it.

West: This is one of the wildest brawls I’ve ever seen.

Harris: This is APW, folks. I wish every match was like this.

The brawl on the floor continues but Hopkins somehow has gotten back into the ring. He nails Titan down with a running forearm shot before telling Bailey they need to end it. The Dying Breed then nails Titan with the Rare Circumstances! Bailey quickly goes for the cover!

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Paige: Your winners and STILL APW World Tag Team Champions…THE DYING BREED!

The Breed quickly gets the belts and celebrates as Williams is still being held back from fighting. He then finally goes over to join them as Kash leaves through the crowd and the NBK glares at them from inside the ring muttering about getting payback.

We cut to the back.

The scene cuts backstage to the locker room area where smoke engulfs the hallway. The camera creeps in to get a closer look only to find a locker room towards the back of the hall slightly cracked. Inside, Knox sits in a chair with Niobe rubbing his shoulder.

West: Here he is again. Knox isn't even a member of the Meltdown roster and he still plagues the show.

Harris: I have a feeling that as long as Niobe is a member of this roster that this won't be the last time we see Knox's face on a Meltdown show.

West: I hate to say it but I have to agree with you.

The room is smokey, like a party house. A few empty beer bottles sit on the table across from the two. Knox leans his head back, looking up at Niobe as she rubs his shoulders.

Niobe: So what do we do now, baby?

Knox: It's simple. We just keep doin' like we are now and makin' everyone's life a livin' hell. Jace's time is comin' to an end, I promise you that.

Niobe: I know, baby. He's starting to become a pain in my ass too.

Knox laughs for a moment as he takes a drink from his beer and speaks.

Knox: Don't tell me that. Baby, I better be the only pain any where near your ass.. heh...

Niobe smacks Knox's shoulder as she laughs too and walks around to the other side. She grabs a beer from the table and cracks the top and takes a seat in front of Knox.

Niobe: You know what I mean, asshole.

Knox: I know, I'm just messin' with you. I've had this idea that I've been entertainin' for a few weeks now.

Niobe: And...

Knox: Well lets just say that my little visit tonight wasn't just about you.

Niobe appears to get upset as she takes a drink from her beer and stares at Knox with anger in her eyes.

Niobe: Is that so?

Knox: Calm down, baby. You're the only girl for me, you know that just as well as I do. I came here to support you in your match earlier. Believe me, you come before anything else I do in this company. I'm also here though because of this so called "vision" that I have.

Niobe: Tell me a little about this vision.

Knox: Lets just say that things are just about to change, babe.

Knox then grabs Niobe by the waist and pulls her in close to him as the two lock eyes.

West: What is Knox talking about when he says things are about to change?

Harris: The only thing that's changing are our TV ratings as they continue to go down everytime he shows his face on Meltdown.

Knox grabs a beer with one of his hands as he continues to hold Niobe. The two then kiss as the scene slowly fades out.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

Paige: The Following match is Singapore Cane Match! Each corner has a Cane strapped to it that can LEGALLY be used as a Weapon in this Match! Introducing FIRST...From Long Island, New York! The "Madman" CHRIS MADISON!!!

The iconic punk rock song "Anarchy in the U.K." begins to play throughout the arena as the lights dim and a strobe spotlight points to the entrance. Chris Madison stands still with his back towards the ring.

Right!

Now!

*evil laugh*

The lights come back on as Madison spins around and spits a mist of water into the air and then lets out a roar. The fans smother him with a mixed reaction of cheering his name and showering him with boos. His eyes affixed towards the ring as the crowd begins to sing along with the entrance song.

I am an anit-christ!
I am an anarchist!

Madison marches down to the ring avoiding the hands of the fans which are draped over the barrier. Madison makes it to the steel steps before entering the ring and stands at the foot of the steps pumping his fist in the air to the tune.

Cause I!
I Wanna be!
Anarchy!

Madison slams both fists down on top of the steps sending a boom through the first few rows of the arena and then climbs into the ring. He pounds his chest twice before letting out one final roar

The techno-rock instrumental theme, "The Sentinel" by Celldweller, starts to ripple through the speakers as smoke starts to billow through the floor of the stage. Upon a rising platform, illuminated by a single purple spotlight, is the massive form of the Silent Destroyer, Sentinel. His arms are slightly extended from his body. When the platform stops, he starts making her way down the ramp after Zachariah Blood, his Unforgiven partner, emerges from behind the curtain to join him.

Paige: Accompanied to the ring by Zachariah Blood, representing The Unforgiven, from Valley Forge, Tennessee and weighing in at 277 pounds...the Silent Destroyer...SENTINEL!

Sentinel rolls in under the bottom rope and comes up to his full height mid-ring while Zachariah enters as well, looking on with a smirk. Sentinel shrugs out of his vest and shades, handing them down to the attendant before moving to his corner. Zachariah briefly goes over a few bits of information with him before leaving the ring. Sentinel then turns his attention to the task at hand, gray eyes staring emotionlessly forward.

West: Madison laid out the challenge last week and I am looking forward to this!

Harris: Now add Singapore Canes to that match. CRAZY Stipulation to a match already filled with so much hype and skill. These two men are going to give people one HELL of a Match!

Chris Madison Vs. Sentinel

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The referee brings both men to the center before he will signal for the bell. As the bell sounds, Sentinel swings wide and Madison ducks it and shoulder charges the much bigger man to the midsection. Madison turns and books it for one of the corners of the ring to grab a Singapore Cane. Sentinel gets up on his tail, grabs him from around the waist and lifts "Madman" with a high overhead release German Suplex! Madison lands hard on the canvas but is quick to pop back to his feet as he takes off from a Sprinters Position and flies at Sentinel, hitting a Shinning Wizard!

Harris: Finally! Here comes Zachariah Blood, he was suppose to come down with Sentinel. I bet he was spending time with fans..

West: What? Blood hanging out with fans? Wow...You believe in Bigfoot too? Gullible..

Sentinel stumbles back into the corner where Madison wanted to go to begin with. Chris hits two knife edge chops to Sentinel's chest but the big man shoves his way out of the corner and lifts and tosses Madison into his place. Madison acts quickly and pulls out the Singapore Cane from behind him as Sentinel rushes in to stop him from using it and does so with a powerful corner splash. Madison drops the cane and it rolls outside of the ring. Zachariah Blood grabs the cane and hands it through the ropes to Sentinel.

West: Hey that's interference, he can't help Sentinel like that!!

Harris: No he didn't, he just put the cane back inside the ring. Sentinel snatched it from him. Quit crying over spilled milk West..

Leaning into Chris Madison, Sentinel uses the Cane to try and choke Madison. His power pushes Madison back and as it begins to choke him, he starts lifting knees into Sentinel's gut. After a few of them, the big man comes off Madison and swings down the Singapore Cane but Madison dives out of the corner and misses it but the whistle of the cane is heard from the front row fans.

Harris: Get Him! Hit him, HURT HIM!!!

West: Biased much? This is a violent setting and both of them were prepared for anything.

Madison on his feet runs and walks up the ring ropes at both sides of another corner. On the top, he springs off after grabbing another Singapore Cane and dives off swinging it towards Sentinel but he blocks it with his Cane. Both of them on their feet with Singapore Canes as they slowly circle each other. The crowd begins chanting for a "Sword Fight" and Chris Madison swings his stick with one hand as he jumps to the side.

Harris: Sword Fighting! They've gone Medieval on each other!!

Sentinel blocks in and comes with his own swipe of the Singapore Cane but with much more force as the sticks clash, the snapping echos throughout the arena. Madison launches his Cane at Sentinel and rushes the bigger man. Madison grabs the Cane Sentinel has and shoves it back, driving the cane back against Sentinel. Madison throws short elbows to Sentinel's face and the big man drops his Cane. Madison goes to connect with a standing STO but Sentinel shoves Madison back, he falls into the ring ropes behind him and springs off them. As he comes back in towards Sentinel, "The Silent Destroyer" lifts Chris Madison and lets him fall with a Flapjack Belly Flop.

West: Ouch! Did you see Madison's hang time? He was up there!!

Ripping him from the canvas, Sentinel goes for a Discus Clothesline but Madison ducks under it. Sentinel runs into the ropes and Chris Madison capitalizes by hitting a Double Knee Backstabber. The fans cheer for the smaller competitor as Madison crawls over and grabs one of the Singapore Canes. He pushes to his feet as Sentinel does the same and Madison catches the big man with a snapping shot from the cane to the shoulder. Sentinel flinches as Madison changes angles and snaps him with another shot to the ribs.

Madison doesn't stop with the rapid shots as he swings two more, one to the outside leg and the other right down over Sentinel's forehead which dazes the big Silent man. Licking his hand, Madison walks in and open palm slaps Sentinel to the chest and the stinging slap echos out. Sentinel bursts into a rage and clobbers Madison with a Beast like Clothesline that puts flips Madison, he lands up on his shoulders and neck as the Singapore Cane flies and lands on the canvas.

Harris: OHH!!! What a clothesline from "The Silent Destroyer" That was beautiful!

West: Chris had things under control, he was focused and then he got the beast within Sentinel...

Leaning over and picking up the splintering Singapore Cane that Madison had used, Sentinel snaps it over his knee and tosses the two halves outside over the top ropes. He pulls Madison onto his feet and lifts him up with a Gorilla Press. Chris Madison wiggles, struggles and slides off the front of Sentinel, hitting a Falling DDT as his feet touch the canvas and the crowd breaks into cheers and claps as Madison counters the big man once again. He has a hard time turning Sentinel over onto his back but does and makes the cover attempt.

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Quickly Chris Madison goes to apply his Anaconda Vice submission Finisher but as he locks it in, "The Silent Destroyer" pushes up and gets to his feet but bent over as Madison goes to transition into an arm bar. Sentinel power lifts Madison off the canvas, his arm locked in the Arm bar but he begins spinning with Madison in a circle. The referee hurries to move out of the way as Sentinel spins and spins with Madison hanging on his arm. Finally after the spinning has made them both a little dizzy, Sentinel raises and slams Madison onto his back, into the canvas with all his force. The submission is broken and Madison moves around in full daze trying to get back to his feet. Sentinel stumbles a bit sideways but keeps his balance and heads for the other Singapore Cane laying on the canvas.

West: He's going for the Cane! Is he gonna snap this one too or use it?

No sooner than Sentinel picks up the Singapore Cane does Chris Madison push up onto his feet. As Sentinel turns back to Madison, The "Madman" hits a sloppy Spinning Wheel Kick due to being off from the slam. Sentinel raises his arms to block so the Cane pounds into his head helping the impact. Madison pops up and runs to hit the far ropes, he springs off and comes in hot only for Sentinel to have time and crank back the Cane.

BLAM

Harris: Ewwww! Hah, Ha! What a sound!

West: Madison's speed turned against him for that one! Now Sentinel has the cane and control...This can get scary fast!

Harris: What's this all about?

The crowd begins to make a lot of noise as Tommy Knox makes his way through the bodies, coming towards the ring.

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

Harris: I've had about enough of him showing his face here when he isn't even on the card!

Knox makes his way down to the front row with a couple of beers in hand. The fans give him mixed reactions as he brushes shoulders with them, forcing himself through the crowd. He then gets to the front row, pops the top on a beer and takes a drink as he watches the action in the ring.

West: It appears that Knox is coming down to enjoy the show.

Harris: I wonder where his little girlfriend is?

West: More than likely I'm assuming that she's resting from that action packed match we had to kick off the night.

Knox continues to watch the match taking place as he drinks his beer. Looking to his left, a fan raises their beer up and Knox raises his as the two toast. The camera then cuts back to the action in the ring.

The boos begin to reign down as "The Silent Destroyer" Sentinel approaches a downed Chris Madison with the Singapore Cane clinched in his right hand. As Madison pops in jolts from being struck with the Cane, he rolls onto his stomach and tries pushing up. Sentinel swings back and over with the Cane and the snapping sound of the cane hitting flesh echos throughout the arena. He swings and lands again and again. The red welts begin to form across Madison's back as he arches from the pain. He rolls away but Sentinel swings down again and comes down across the side of Madison's face. He flops like a fish as he grabs at his face!

West: That was dirty! Just vicious assault by Sentinel with the Cane!

Harris: I think it's beautiful! Like the Sound of Music but in this case Violence!!

Moving to one of the two remaining corners with Singapore Canes, Sentinel pulls out a second cane. He places the two laid over the middle ropes in the corner so the middle of them are hanging over empty space in front of the turnbuckles. He turns and raises Madison from the canvas, lifting him with One Armed Spinebuster but Chris Madison slides off to the side. Sentinel turns around in a hurry but Madison does a One Handed Handstand and snaps up a side kick that catches Sentinel to the chin. Madison grabs Sentinel from behind as he twirled a bit from the kick and slowly but surely, Chris Madison lifts Sentinel with a Backbody Drop across the two Singapore Canes and they both crackle and snap. Sentinel grabs the back of his head which made the most contact as the fans gasp and begin cheering for the action!

Harris: It's a beautiful day in this Neighborhood, a beautiful for VIOLENCE!! Would you be mine, could you be, won't you be...MY NEIGHBOR!! This is just fantastic!!

West: Please don't sing. Please don't sing Mr. Rogers again, there are children watching...

Harris: What? That was a awesome children's show! And look at Tommy Knox over there, enjoying this!

West: Yeah...

Going for the quick pin, the referee can't make the count as Sentinel suddenly has a leg up on the bottom rope. His Manager, Talon suspiciously standing nearby catches Madison's eye. He pushes to his feet staring at her but instead walks over to the last remaining Singapore Cane. He slides it out from the turnbuckle and turns to see Zachariah Blood standing on the ring apron. Madison skips into a launch and flies over, striking Blood to the forehead with the Singapore Cane.

West: Madison needs to watch his 6!

Madison turns and walks right into a powerful Toe Kick to the stomach. The Singapore Cane drops to the canvas as Sentinel pulls Madison in and lifts him with a Vertical Suplex. He drops Madison, catching him as he falls and slamming him hard into the canvas with a Sitdown Powerbomb as the referee slides in to make the count.

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Paige: You winner, "The Silent Destroyer" SENTINEL!!

Harris: Challenge Accepted, Challenge Failed on Chris Madison! What a match though, Sword Fighting, Welts and Boobies! You see that Talon? Good Gracious!!

West: I'm not so sure Chris Madison is done with these two men. He might want another shot even still. He's close to getting one up on them for sure. Great match though!

The camera cuts back to Knox at ringside who nods his head as he takes a final drink from his last beer and tosses the empty bottle aside.

Harris: What's he nodding his head for?

West: I don't know Dick, but I just realized that him and Madison wrestled under the same promotion back in 2006.

West: So did Jason Kash but you don't see him coming down to ringside drawing attention away from a great match taking place.

Knox then turns his back to the ring and makes his way through the crowd once more as he heads towards the back. The camera then goes back to the ring as Madison pushes himself up, glaring at the Unforgiven as they slowly make their way "celebrating" among themselves up the ramp... But keeping an eye on Knox as he disappears into the masses.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

Paige: The following contestl is your MAAAAAAAAAAIN EVENT and it is a STEEEEL CHAAAAIRS’ MATCH!

The crowd roars for the announcement, and soon “Baddest Man Alive” hits the PA system and the crowd erupts in an ovation for Yanzel Holmes!

West: And two months of torment are about to come to an end right here, Dick!

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

Paige: Introducing first, hailing from Los Angeles, California... Weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, YANNNZEELLLL HOOOOLMES!

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. His music fades.

Paige: And his opponent...

The arena lights go out. “Requiem” by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra & Metallica begin to play. Golden sparks rain from the ceiling above the entranceway.

Paige: Hailing from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds... CONNNORRRR MURRRPPHHYYYY!

West: Last week, Gabriel Krown made his singles’ action debut, and Connor Murphy looks to do the same this week, in a steel chairs’ match against Yanzel Holmes!

Harris: If he ever comes out here!

THWACK!

Harris: Holy...!

The crowd boos as Sang Réal’s music cuts off and Holmes is driven to the mat from behind with a solid steel chair shot to the back of the skull, courtesy of Connor Murphy himself. Nicky Paige hurriedly exits the ring. Connor Murphy grips the chair and looks up into the booing masses of the Las Vegas audience. He tosses the chair aside and the referee, at a loss for words, rings the bell.

Main Event - Steel Chairs Match
Yanzel Holmes vs Connor Murphy

West: This isn’t right...

Harris: But it’s fair! It’s SO fair!

West: Look-- Murphy is going for the cover!

Harris: He’s got both legs hooked, like a professional, haha!

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West: Yes!

Harris: Oh, don’t be biased!

Murphy sits up and laughs a little, shaking his head as Holmes throws his shoulder off the mat. Murphy turns and hammers away at his skull with hard right hands, and Holmes covers up. Angered, Murphy rises to his feet and begins to drop knees across Holmes’ ribs, and then his shoulder, but Holmes yanks him down by the tights-- and pulls him into a stiff closed-fist uppercut! Murphy drops to the mat and Holmes dives on top of him, hooking the far leg!

West: I THINK HOLMES KNOCKED MURPHY OUT COLD!

Harris: It only took one shot!

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West: So close! It was so close!

Holmes pushes himself up, groggily, but Murphy is only a second behind him. He scrambles for the chair, but Holmes rushes forward and hits him with a low Dropkick to the side of his head! Murphy rolls to the ropes and entangles himself in them, but Holmes rushes him and nails a stiff reverse-punch to the temple! Holmes falls out to the floor, but is quickly aware of his surroundings, and begins to crawl under the apron! Holmes goes out after him and pulls him away in a rear-waistlock, but Murphy wrenches free and turns, swinging a newfound steel chair at his head!

...But Holmes ducks under it. Murphy turns and Holmes kicks him in the gut, forcing Murphy to drop the chair! It falls against the concrete and Holmes positions Murphy for a DDT onto the chair-- but Murphy counters with a Jawbreaker! Holmes stumbles away and Murphy lifts up the chair, driving it into the small of Holmes’ back like a javelin! Holmes falls against the barricade and groans in pain.

West: That could have been a devastating DDT here. Connor Murphy narrowly avoided disaster.

Harris: That’s more than we can say for Yanzel!

Murphy drives the chair into his back again and Holmes cries out in pain. Murphy tosses the chair aside and grabs Holmes by the arm, swinging him roughly into the steel post with an Irish Whip! Holmes collapses to his knees and yells out in agony, but Murphy runs forward and plants him with a boot to the jaw, silencing him. Holmes collapses and Murphy sneers out into the booing crowd, asking “LIKE THAT?! KROWN LIKED THAT!” He then hits Holmes with another oot to the skull as Holmes tries to get up. Holmes crawls away, shaking out the cobwebs.

West: Yanzel Holmes isn’t looking too hot here...

Harris: But Murphy has that chair again! Hah-- so much for Holmes breaking his arm tonight, eh?

Holmes climbs up against the apron and turns around as Murphy lifts the chair up...

Harris: Put the kids to bed!

Murphy slams the chair down, full-force, at Holmes’ cranium-- but Holmes dives out of the way! The chair slams into the apron and Murphy drops it, clutching his wrists in pain, but as soon as he turns toward Holmes, he’s caught with a running Double Knee Armbreaker! Murphy writhes on the ground in agony, and Holmes lifts him up, swinging him shoulder-first into the steel steps! The steps separate and Holmes glares at him, waiting for him to climb to his feet, before running forward and nailing a Running Single Arm DDT that plants Murphy shoulder-and-head first against the steps! Murphy howls in agony and the crowd roars as Holmes looks out into the roaring masses, nodding as they cheer for carnage.

Harris: Ahhh, Las Vegas is full of sadists!

West: They want to see Connor Murphy get what he’s had coming to him, finally! They want to see Sang Réal put in their place after terrorizing Meltdown all spring!

Yanzel Holmes rolls Connor Murphy into the ring, but grabs a fresh steel chair from beneath the ring before following him!

West: And that’s the third steel chair introduced in this main event!

Holmes steps into the ring over the bottom rope, and Murphy bursts to his feet, still shaky and still breathing heavily, but catches Holmes with a European Uppercut! He cries out in pain as he uses his good arm to do it, but Holmes is stunned in the ropes. Murphy grabs the chair from him and twists, blasting Holmes in the back with it! Holmes falls into the ring and Murphy drives the chair into his sternum once for good measure before making a pin!

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Harris: Murphy’s shoulder is definitely hurt. He couldn’t even hook the leg there. I think that made all the difference... Bummer!

Krown and Holmes reach their feet near the same time, both of them grabbing a chair, and they both swing, and the chairs collide! The crowd roars as neither man seems to give an inch. They fall against the ropes, but rush forward, swinging again!

West: Oh, God--!

There is another loud CLANG! as a result, and Murphy drops his chair, favoring his shoulder. Yanzel uses the opportunity to zero on on Murphy and swing the chair full-force into his damaged shoulder! Murphy falls to the mat and Yanzel raises the chair above his head, bringing it down across the shoulder and back of Murphy again, and again, while the crowd counts along!

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

“FOUR!”

“FIVE!”

Holmes yells as he throws the chair down and sinks to his knees, glaring at Connor Murphy, whose eyes are rolling into the back of his head from the pain. Holmes forcefully rolls him over onto his back and covers him, hooking the far leg!

West: WHAT AN ASSAULT by Yanzel Holmes!

Harris: And you wonder why the youth of America doesn’t trust its law enforcement.

West: There’s the count! It’s over!

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West: Did he kick out?!

Harris: Connor Murphy kicked out of that!

Yanzel Holmes looks at the referee in disbelief, but shakes his head and lifts Murphy up again, swinging him to the mat with a Hip Toss and then locking in the Cross Armbar! The crowd roars and Murphy writhes in pain!

West: Murphy prided himself on being a Submission Specialist! For months, he was considered one of the best! So now, can he get out?! Does Yanzel Holmes smell VICTORY with the Cross Armbar?!

The crowd is in a frenzy and Murphy crawls, slowly, but surely toward the ropes, but is still over a foot away! He yells out in pain and raises his arm to tap... But clenches a fist and lowers it again. He maneuvers himself, slightly, and grabs the steel chair! Using it as a crutch, Murphy pushes himself up to one knee, then the other, with Holmes still clutching his arm! With the leverage on his side, Murphy lifts the chair and drives it into Holmes’ throat, once... Twice! Holmes releases and clutches his throat, rolling to the center of the ring.

West: Oh my God!

Harris: THAT is what happens when you give a Submission Artist a weapon!

Holmes is on his knees and Connor drops the chair, stalking him. Holmes stumbles up and Connor Murphy lifts him up, going for a Fireman’s Carry-- but his shoulder gives out! Holmes drops down to his feet behind Murphy and shoots the ropes! Holmes turns around, and is turned inside-out with a vicious Running Lariat! Murphy flips before hitting the mat and Holmes yells to the crowd that it’s “OVER!”

Harris: Less telling, more showing!

West: Listen to Las Vegas!

”ONE MORE TIME!”

”ONE MORE TIME!”

”ONE MORE TIME!”

Holmes waits for Murphy to climb to his feet... And once he does, he sprints forward and nails another Running Lariat! This time, Murphy lands on the top of his head, to the delight of the crowd, before falling onto his back, and Holmes grabs his arm, preparing for the Cross Armbreaker again...

...But Murphy rolls him up, out of nowhere, hooking him and his tights for a Schoolboy!

West: Murphy with the roll-up!

Harris: And the referee in perfect position, haha-- MY MAN!

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West: Yanzel Holmes kicks out!

Connor Murphy jumps to his feet, nearly in tears, red-faced as he screams at the referee. He yells for him to “DO YOUR DAMNED JOB!”

Harris: LOOK!

And this time, it’s Yanzel Holmes that grabs Murphy from behind, stacking him up for the pin while the referee slides into position!

Harris: THIS WAS A SETUP!

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Connor Murphy kicks out at the last possible moment, still favoring his shoulder! Both men rise to their feet, but Murphy nails Holmes with an uncharacteristic headbutt! Holmes falls, clutching his head and Murphy screams in a mixture of pain and frustration. He stomps over to the chair he dropped earlier and sets it up in the center of the ring, calling for the end! He forces Holmes to his feet in a Suplex position and lifts him, albeit shakily due to the bad arm...

...And drops Holmes skull-first onto the steel chair with a Vertical Brainbuster! The crowd goes hushed as Holmes goes limp to the mat.

West: And he calls that devastating maneuver, Murphy’s Law.

Murphy glares into the camera as he covers Holmes while the crowd watches on in a hushed silence.

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The bell rings and Sang Réal’s music hits the PA system as Murphy, still glaring into the camera, climbs to his feet.

Paige: Here is your winner... CONNNORRRRR MURRRRRPPPHYYYY!

West: Well that’s that.

Connor Murphy rolls out of the ring and stares at Holmes, who is struggling to get up-- but unable to quite find it in himself. Murphy backs away, up the ramp, smiling coldly.

West: Sienna Harrison has made her presence felt like never before tonight in Las Vegas... And tonight, I think she got into Connor Murphy's head.

Harris: Murphy. Matthews. The Unforgiven. Who ELSE?

As if on cue, we cut to the back.

Scene opens inside Sienna’s office. She’s talking on the telephone.

Sienna: You’re sure about this: The Guv’nor has been taken to the hospital?

There is a pause as Sienna listens to her interlocutor.

Sienna: Excellent. I want all his medical benefits withdrawn. I don’t want Meltdown paying a cent of his medical costs.

Another pause.

Sienna: I don’t care! Make it possible!

There is a knock at the door.

Sienna: I have to go.

She ends the call and invites the knocker in. We don’t see fully who has entered as the camera remains focussed on Sienna, but we can see the back of their heads: it’s the figures that attacked The Guv’nor earlier.

Sienna: Gentlemen, did you get it?

One of the black clad figures steps forward and hands her the North American Championship.

Sienna: Fantastic work! I hear also that The Guv’nor is being escorted to hospital as we speak. You’ve done a fine job. I thank you.

One of them finally speaks.

?: And our part of the deal?

Sienna: Gentlemen, I always reward success, so you can consider it done. Whenever you want, it will be The Natural Born Killaz versus FOUL PLAY...

The camera pans around to reveal indeed the three black-clad figures as Jason Kash, Reaver and Michael Lively, also known as FOUL PLAY. The crowd boo, overwhelmingly. Sienna continues:

Sienna: ...on Meltdown in a stipulation of your choosing.

Kash steps forward and shakes the hand of Sienna before Foul Play exit and leave Sienna alone with the belt.

West: What the hell was that all about?

Harris: I think that’s called out-sourcing the problem.

We cut to a long, steady shot of the APW North American Championship...

...And soon, a hammer is brought to the nameplate, peeling, etching, striking it until it's forced off, crudely, sending screws flying across the room, leaving the belt naked and nameless as our cameras fade to black.


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