Super Meltdown! - Miami, Florida - July 1, 2013

[Evan De Parker]

Our audience is already booing loudly when we fade into our image...

The Meltdown General Manager, Sienna Harrison, standing in the ring. She has clearly been there since before cameras began rolling, and has already spoken to the fans-- and whatever she said, has them enraged. She smirks and waits for them to finish, and our camera pans out to show her brother and Assistant General Manager, Tyler Harrison standing a few feet away, resting on his cane for support, still feeling the effects of a broken ankle.

Sienna: Ladies and gen...

”YOU SUCK!”

”YOU SUCK!”

”YOU SUCK!”

Sienna sighs and shakes her head a little bit. She waits, roughly thirty seconds, before raising the mic again.

Sienna: ...Tonight is a SUPER edition of Monday Night Meltdown. You see-- tonight... Tonight, five Megastars are gonna be drafted.

The crowd pops at this announcement and Sienna rolls her eyes.

Sienna: Mmhmm, now ya cheer. Anyway-- from the SkyBox, my amazing twin brother Tyler over here, look how adorable he looks with his little cast, will be doing HIS JOB, FOR ONCE IN HIS LIFE... And he will be announcing the draftees from the SkyBox. Except for our first one.

I want to kick off this show with a glimpse into the future. I want to show everybody what Sunday nights will be looking like starting thirteen days from now when Raab-a-Mania returns to television screens for the first time since Test for the Best.

Ladies and gentlemen; your first draftee of the night...

Emerald Assassin.

West: Whoa!

The crowd roars as “Darling Violetta” hits the PA system and Emerald Assassin emerges from the back! He slaps hands with several of the younger fans in attendance, receiving a standing ovation from his legions of fans!

West: A huge welcome here in Miami for the Emerald Assassin, after a HUGE win last night over the Red Scorpion-- and Red Scorpion is expected to miss about 6-8 weeks of action after their match last night. He’s getting an aggravated knee injury looked at... But ladies and gentlemen-- we welcome you to MONDAY NIGHT MELTDOWN!

Harris: A SUPER one!

As Emerald Assassin continues to celebrate with the fans at ringside, we slowly cut away to the opening package of the program, with AFI’s “The Boy Who Destroyed the World” blaring throughout the PA, and over our TV screens.

Sienna: So like-- I'm the guest announcer for this match, and it's scheduled for one fall!

"Welcome to New York City" hit the PA System and the crowd went into a crazy frenzy. The man known as Jake Titan, the True Gangster and hired hand of APW walked through the curtains with large smile on his face and a shopping cart full of goodies. Slowly, Jake made his way to the ring pushing the cart in front of him. Near the ring, Titan left the shopping cart close by and climbed into ring. He stood up and struck several poses for the fans.

Sienna: Introducing first, from Thursday Night Overdrive, representing the Natural Born Killaz... He is, JAKE TITAN!

Sienna quietly applauds Titan as he stands on the turnbuckles, grinning into the crowd that seems to have a mixed reaction once his music fades. She turns to the crowd and clears her throat.

Sienna: And his opponent...

Again, a mixed reaction, and many in the audience rise to their feet in anticipation!

"My Own Hell" by Five Finger Death Punch plays.

Sienna: From Sunday Night Raab-a-Mania... Or... Aslyum... Representing Foul Play, REEEAAAVER!

After a few seconds, Reaver darts out and grabs the dreads on his mask. He goes to the top of the ramp and stares at the crowd. He tilts his head and storms down to the ring. He heads to the back of the ring and sits in the corner rocking back and forth before standing up; hops around in the corner with a stern focused look ready to attack.

Again, his music fades, and Sienna applauds, handing Tyler her microphone. Leaning on his cane, Tyler raises the microphone to his lips while Sienna begins speaking with the referee.

Tyler: Ladies and gentlemen-- as you know, this match has Tag Team Championship implications and because of what’s at stake, we decided to turn this into something special. We decided to turn this into something for the fans and we gave you four options to choose from-- four options, representing the type of match Reaver and Jake Titan would compete in tonight.

The options appear on the Tron as Tyler lists them.

Tyler: First Blood... Falls Count Anywhere... Thumb Wrestling--

The camera pans around the audience as the third option is announced, showing many rising to their feet in approval. Tyler snickers, though Sienna doesn’t look amused. Tyler raises the mic back to his lips.

Tyler: Or a Dog Collar match.

Again, the crowd roars. Tyler nods and gestures toward the Tron.

Tyler: And you guys chose...

A drumroll begins playing over the PA system.

West: I wonder what these fans chose on APW.com, and through text messaging!

Harris: Knowing them... I think I might have an idea...

The crowd roars as the result is displayed on the Tron.

First Blood - 12.50%
Falls Count Anywhere - 20.83%
Thumb Wrestling - 41.67%
Dog Collar- 25%

Tyler: A Thumb Wrestling Match!

The crowd roars and Tyler wishes both wrestlers luck before handing his microphone to Sienna and exiting the ring. He slaps hands with a few fans as he makes his way to the back, limping with the aid of his cane. Sienna looks up at the Tron, at the results in shock, and slowly shakes her head in frustration. She steps out of the ring, and in a huff, makes her way over to the announce table, taking a seat, though not putting on a headset-- simply crossing her arms in frustration.

West: Well, Sienna seems annoyed by it-- but Miami is READY for action! We just saw the Emerald Assassin get drafted to Asylum, and now we get a classic Overdrive versus Asylum match, right off the heels of Test for the Best, before our Number One Contenders’ match for the Tag Team Championships in seven days!

Harris: Well, the rules of this match are simple-- hah, you have to pin your opponents’ thumb to his index finger for three seconds! It’s a thumb war!

West: But this can ONLY end by... Thumb-fall.

Harris: I think Sienna was explaining the rules, just in case it came down to this, to the ref earlier. And now the ref has explained it to our Megastars!

West: There’s the bell!

Harris: I hear Reaver’s been preparing for this for a week and a half!

Thumb Wrestling Match
Reaver vs Jake Titan

Both competitors are instructed to bring their hands up in the middle of the ring. Hesitantly, Titan moves to the center of the ring, watching Reaver like a hawk-- and Reaver makes a quick lunge. Titan takes a step back and glares at him. The crowd pops for it and the referee yells for them both to get to the center of the ring.

West: Look at Titan!

Jake Titan throws a kick to Reaver’s gut and the referee throws his hands up in exasperation as the two trade fists with Titan getting the upperhand with a shoulder thrust that throws the bigger Reaver into the corner. Titan soon follows up with a springboard enziguiri into the corner! Reaver stumbles out of it and ducks under another Clothesline from Titan! Reaver rebounds off the ropes and returns-- barreling into Titan and easily taking him to the ground! He goes for a Leg Drop, but Titan rolls out of the ring, with millimeters to spare.

Harris: What kind of--

Sienna Harrison finally pulls her headset in and screams in frustration.

Sienna: These fans think they’re clever, voting for this! I KNEW this would happen!

West: All Hell has broken loose!

Reaver exits the ring, but Titan jumps up to the apron and throws a knee into his skull! Reaver hangs over the middle rope, gasping for air. Titan runs to the turnbuckles, stepping up to the middle and then twists in mid-air to bring a leg to the back of Reaver’s skull! Reaver is driven face-first into the canvas and then down to the floor below, beneath Titan!

West: WHAT A LANDING! Reaver could’ve broken his neck!

Harris: Forget the neck! Go for the thumb!

Sienna: ...He can only win in the ring, y’know.

Titan is shaky, but as he gets up, he measures Reaver, who is on his hands and knees and hits a hard running stomp to the side of the head. Reaver falls to the ground, coughing in pain and Titan yanks him up by the dreads on his mask, turning him around, going for a Hangman’s Neckbreaker-- but Reaver reaches behind him, grabbing Titan by the wrist! The crowd roars as the powerful Reaver twists Titan around and pulls him into a Short-Arm Clothesline! Titan hits the mat and as he climbs to his feet, he turns around into an Exploder Suplex from Reaver that sends him flying into the steel steps!

West: NO!

Harris: Was he trying to break his back?! I mean-- I guess that was effective. Too many shots like that and you’ll lose all feeling in your arms and hands, heh.

Titan sits up and tries to regain feeling in his fingers, but Reaver hits him with a few forearms before throwing him back into the ring. Reaver stalks him and then... Grabs him in a wrist-lock, using his other hand to try to pin Titan’s thumb against his finger! The referee counts!

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And Titan is able to pull Reaver into him and nail a Wrist Clutch Exploder Suplex! The crowd roars for the move, though many Foul Play-fans boo the maneuver. Reaver rolls toward the ropes and takes a few deep breaths, pulling himself up. He glares toward Jake Titan as Titan pulls himself up-- and Reaver runs at him for a Lariat, but Titan does the same and both men hit the ground!

West: Both men are down-- but I think Jake Titan took the brunt of that!

Harris: That was ugly!

West: Sienna-- how did you envision this match going down, as far as... Well... Rules are concerned?

Sienna: I didn’t.

Reaver is able to reach his feet first, but not by much. He turns around right into a Dropkick to the stomach by Titan that knocks Reaver into the ropes!

West: Somewhere in an Orlando hospital bed, Jason Kash is watching this, biting his nails!

Sienna: He’d better be healthy in seven days...

Harris: Jake Titan just hit a HUGE running Dropkick right to Reaver’s chest in that corner! I don’t think Reaver can breathe!

Jake Titan watches as Reaver stumbles out of the corner and falls to his knees, and he grabs his hand, trying to interlock his fingers to pin his thumb-- but Reaver nails one swift, straight punch to the groin! Jake Titan falls to his knees as well, and Reaver hits a forearm that sends him the rest of the way down to his back on the canvas. The crowd is loud, but again, mixed in their reaction! Reaver lifts Titan up by his head and arm and hoists him up onto his shoulders before driving him to the ground with a Samoan Drop and going to lock Titan in the Anaconda Vise!

West: We saw this move last night! This move almost won Michael Jennings an Overdrive Championship! But look at what Reaver is doing-- he’s got Titan’s hand and he’s-- he’s trying to fold that thumb down!

The crowd roars as they see what’s happening, and Titan squirms in the move, trying to prevent Reaver getting it locked in, or a hand of his hand.

Harris: It’s unorthodox, but it’s working!

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At the last possible moment, Titan rolls forward, throwing Reaver off of him, to the mat! Titan shakily climbs to his feet and Reaver runs at him for a Reverse Elbow, but Titan ducks down and nails a high-angle Back Suplex! Reaver clutches the back of his head and gets to his feet-- falling victim to yet another Running Dropkick from Titan! Titan goes out to the apron and ascends to the top rope. Reaver gets up to one foot and one knee, hunched over-- and Titan leaps from the top, driving his elbow to the base of Reaver’s neck! Reaver is driven to the mat and the crowd explodes!

Sienna: Looks like Titan’s ready for the end here... This is how you take somebody down. I hope the Meltdown roster is taking note.

Harris: Me too!

Titan waits for Reaver to climb to his feet and then nails a huge jumping Scoop Slam! He eyes the ropes and steps out to the apron, ascending to the top once more. He raises to a standing position and grins down at his fallen opponent.

West: Huge body slam-- and now Titan’s on the top, ready to hit that splash he calls 134th Street!

Jake Titan leaps off and comes crashing down...

...Onto nothing but canvas as Reaver barely rolls out of the way! Titan writhes in agony on the mat, holding his ribs.

Sienna: And... Nothing. THAT is why it’s called high risk.

Harris: And there was no payoff there. Well-- not for Titan. And now Reaver’s in control again!

Reaver hops on top of Jake Titan and begins to pummel him with a series of forearms. Titan tries his best to cover up, and as the referee pulls Reaver off of him, we see blood trickling from above the left eyebrow of Titan. He rolls toward the ropes and Reaver runs after him-- but stops and watches the top of the ramp, where Leon Roberts casually makes his way down, whistling, rubbing his hands together.

West: What the hell is he doing here?

Sienna: Spectating.

Leon Roberts stops a few feet of the apron, but Reaver wastes no time and takes no chances-- he shoots the ropes on the far side of the ring, and while the referee and Leon are distracted with each other, Reaver dives through the middle rope and collides with Roberts like a battering ram! Both men hit the ground hard. Reaver rolls toward the ring, instinctively, but holds his head, groaning in pain as he uses the apron to pull himself up. Meanwhile inside the ring, Titan begins to get up as well.

Harris: Reaver attacked poor, innocent Leon Roberts. Thank God Demonica wasn’t with him!

West: It cost him! Reaver’s out of it, and Titan has him up on the apron by that mask-- and he’s going for a Suplex...

Titan struggles, but Suplexes Reaver into the ring from the apron!

West: Got him!

Titan signals for the end and seems prepared to go out to the apron before, but he pauses as Reaver starts to get up. Titan turns and runs back toward Reaver-- but Reaver leaps up, driving one thumb directly into the throat of Jake Titan!

Harris: AHHH! TITAN!

West: RETRIBUTION!

Sienna: That thumb is a weapon! See?!

Titan falls to the ground, coughing, hacking-- and Reaver dives on top of him, grabbing a hold of his hand in his own, and crushing his thumb down against his index finger! The referee counts!

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The bell rings and the crowd roars as Reaver climbs to his feet, the referee raising his arm into the air in victory! Nicky Paige stands, reclaiming her microphone from Sienna.

Paige: Here is your winner... REEEEEAAAVVERRR!

West: And look at him getting out of dodge! Wise!

Roberts rolls into the ring as Reaver rolls out. Reaver backs up the ramp, giving the Natural Born Killaz a symbolic “thumbs up.” Roberts helps Titan up and the two glare at Reaver as he vanishes to the back with a grin.

West: Well, what do you think about that?!

Sienna: Ugh... This is ridiculous. I’m going back to my office.

Sienna, muttering something removes her headset and storms off toward the back.

Harris: We’re headed to a break, but we’ve got a lot more on the way! Like Amy Zing versus Young Mannie and Evan McDonald versus Legion-- two feuds that may see a conclusion here tonight on Super Meltdown!

West: Huge news there! Also-- we have the Guv’Nor in the building! We’re told that Nick Watson may be here as well, and if you missed what happened last night, you’re gonna wanna stick around. Test for the Best was ENORMOUS!

Harris: The man in the ring right there-- Leon Roberts-- will be taking on Shadow a bit later on as well, and we’ve got two huge tag matches!

West: THE BLACK HAND DEBUTS taking on Wyatt Crash and Mr. Enigma! And then we have eight-man tag team action with stars from Asylum and Meltdown... Stefan Raab, the Unforgiven, and “The Evangelist”, the talk of the town, Jerry Matthews go to sudden-death tag battle against Ron Rufio, Keaton Saint, Anthony Bailey, and Brian Hollywood! This-- this should be a blockbuster. All that and more, plus, our live draft when we come back-- NEXT!

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

We return from commercial break and cut to the skybox, where the crowd roars as Tyler Harrison is shown, sitting with a few unknowns-- possibly friends, crew members, or fans-- speaking as they watch the show. We slowly fade back to the fans throughout the crowd.

West: There, you saw Tyler Harrison, who is hosting tonight's draft! From the SkyBox, he will be announcing draftees throughout the night and we'll find out who goes to Overdrive and who goes to Asylum.

Harris: You mean Raab-a-Mania!

The camera pans over the APW crowd, focusing on hand made signs the fans brought to the arena. The sounds of their cheers are cut off by static coming from the main screen. The scene on the screen is somewhere backstage and looks to be filmed by a handheld camcorder instead of the production crews camera.

The jumpy film finally focuses and Chris Madison is seen holding his own camera out in front of him.

Madison: This company is on the brink of a revolution.

A smile comes to Madison's face at the mere thought of his own words which rolled off the tip of his tongue with ease.

Madison: This company has been primed for an uprising for quite some time now. All of the markers have been there as faction after faction has forged together. And why? Why do these guys and girls link themselves together? Because they enjoy their company? No we are wrestlers. We travel 300 days a year. If I enjoyed another persons company that much I would be slaved to a nine to five job, going home to the same boring home, with the same boring family, living the same boring life. These groups are forming out of necessity. A need for someone to help look out for our well being. Someone to have your back because no one else gives a damn. Upper management could care less about our well being, as long as their wallets continue to grow. Getting richer off our sweat, our blood, our broken backs!

A revolution is on the horizon. Hurricane Jeff, Mr. President if you will...you can't ignore us forever. You can't keep turning a blind eye to the injustices your general managers commit show after show. The Black Hand refuse to stand by anymore. We are tired of the blatant abuse, and disregard for the talent in APW. It's time for us to rise above the tyranny. You can try stop us but its of no use. There is more to the Black Hand than the three of us. There are more of us out there, waiting for their moment to show themselves. It could be anyone on any roster. It could be a wrestler, it could be an announcer, it could be a referee, it could be the guy who puts the ring together, it might be your driver, or even the camera man filming your promo. We are sick and tired of the mistreatment and you should think twice of who you f*** with! This movement is bigger than you can imagine and our time is now!

As Madison stops talking the camera becomes jumpy again. An outstretched hand covered in tattoos comes into the picture taking the camera from Madison. As the angle turns, Tommy Knox stares into the lens with his infamous shades and cocky grin across his face. A cigarette hangs from his mouth. Taking one last drag, he flicks the cigarette aside and exhales into the camera lens.

Tommy Knox: I bet you all didn't expect to see me tonight! Then again, when it comes to Tommy Knox and the Black Hand, expect the unexpected. Last night we all witnessed first hand the decimation of Buckson Gooch at Test for the Best. Last night we all witnessed him get sidelined by the American Highlife himself. As last night and the weeks prior have shown, I don't care about pointless wins stackin' up in the stats. When I come to the ring I have one thing on my mind. What's that you ask? Simple... to destroy whatever stands across from me win or lose. Last night I did that when I shattered Gooch's forearm with that chair shot... multiple chair shots. Gooch has been a thorn in my ass ever since he broke bread with Dying Breed. Last night, I settled the score once and for all and we won't be hearin' from Mr. Gooch for a good while.

Knox tosses the camera to Madison as he stays in picture. Out of view, Niobe walks into the scene and into the arms of Knox. He kisses her on the neck and then looks into the camera once more.

Niobe Martin: You handled that piece of garbage, baby.

Tommy Knox: You can say that again. I broke Gooch's arm just like I'm... just like we're goin' to break every other faction in APW. Last night I proved what the Black Hand is capable of and tonight, Niobe and Madison are goin' to add a little more salt to that wound when they demolish those two circle jerks in the ring later on. I know what you're all thinkin', Tommy Knox is goin' to play a part in the outcome. Think again. We made our impact a few weeks ago and these two don't need me taggin' along to beat those two punks in the ring. I'll be watchin' the action from the back as the Black Hand proves to the world that we're hear to set the new bar in APW. What's that bar you ask? Domination of every realm in APW and although the ranks didn't grow last night, strength in numbers will soon favor in our corner as we plague APW and rip apart anything that stands in our path. For me, last night it was Gooch. Now I have my eyes set on another member of the League and that man is Evan Envi. He as well as the rest of you saw the message I sent last night. Will he answer the call? Maybe he will, maybe he won't. I think he will but it's not goin' to be pretty by the time it's all said and done. [censored] it... lets get this party started. Madison is goin' to prove why he's a force to be reckoned with and Niobe is goin' to prove why she deserves to fight beside me on Overdrive. Let's go...

The camera falls to the ground and the lens cracks. Madison, Knox and Niobe then walk away from it with their backs turned as the scene slowly fades back to ringside.

West: Up next we have an Asylum showcase as Evan McDonald takes on Legion!

Harris: I think the fans are just wishing for these two guys to tear each other apart!

West: Neither of these guys are a fan favorite so that could very well be the case!

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

Nicky Paige: Introducing first, weighing in at 260 lbs, from Edinburgh, Scotland, Evan McDonald!

"Personal Jesus" plays over the PA as Legion makes his way down the ramp, refusing to even look at the crowd as he saunters toward the ring. He slides into the ring, climbing the nearest turnbuckle and gives the crowd a death stare before jumping back down.

Nicky Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 225 lbs, from Long Beach, California, Legion!

Evan McDonald vs. Legion

The bell rings and both McDonald and Legion move to the center of the ring. They stare at one another as the fans rain down ear drum rattling boos. Both men look at the crowd and smile ate the heat they are receiving. McDonald lands the first strike with a hard right hand. Legions follows with a right hand of his own. Continuing the exchange, the bigger of the two gets the advantage and sends Legion stumbling backwards towards the ropes. McDonald grabs Legion by the arm and throws him to the other side of the ring. Legion bounces off the ropes and gets leveled by a stiff clothesline on the rebound. McDonald helps legion to his feet and grabs him by his head with both hands before smashing down with a headbutt that leaves him wobbly. McDonald lifts legion up vertically in the air and drops him to the mat with a picture perfect suplex.

McDon-ald sucks! Le-gion sucks!

Harris: This crowd is hot right now!

West: Well with no routing interest for two wrestlers from Asylum, they've got to keep themselves entertained.

McDonald is distracted by the alternating chants. Legion rolls to the ropes and uses them to get to his feet. McDonald walks over to Legion, blocking the refs view. Legion nails McDonald with an uppercut between the legs. McDonald doubles over and Legion gets fully to his feet. He sticks both hands in the face of McDonald and rakes his eyes. Temporarily blinded, McDonald turns around and Legion grabs two handfuls of his long hair and slams him backwards to the ground! The ref starts to warn him as the boos continue from the crowd. Legion cups his right hand around his ear taunting the crowd to boo louder. Legion drags McDonald to the bottom rope and places his throat over the bottom rope. Legion steps on McDonalds upper back using the rope rope as leverage. The ref begins to count for Legion to break the hold.

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Legion steps off of McDonald and holds his hands in the air.

West: Legion is using every tenth of a second before the ref can get to his five count.

Harris: It's not a disqualification until the ref reaches five!

McDonald uses the corner to hold himself up. Legions meets him in the corner and hits him with three back elbows before stepping backwards. McDonald stumbles out of the corner with a poor attempt of a clothesline. Legion ducks it and drops McDonald on his neck with a beautiful german suplex. Legion leaps on top of McDonald and drops fist after fist to his face. Legion reaches over an grabs McDonalds arm and locks in an armbar. Legion wrenches the arm back and McDonald grimaces in pain as he inches towards the ropes. Legion pulls back even more as McDonald extends his unaffected arm and grabs a hold of the bottom rope. The ref tries to break the hold but Legion refuses and the counting begins.

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Legion breaks the hold. He stands to his feet as gets scalded by the ref. McDonald rolls out of the ring and holds onto his injured harm.

West: The ref has to do something about this! He's scamming the rules!

Harris: He can't! He's handcuffed by the rules! As long as he breaks the hold by five he can't disqualify him.

Legion stands in the middle of the ring and eyes up McDonald on the outside. He charges and dives through the ropes, knocking McDonald into the security barrier with a suicide dive. Quick to his feet his grabs McDonald ad sends him shoulder first into the steel steps., working on the same arm he had locked in the armbar. Legion scoops McDonald up and rolls him into the ring. Legion follows and stalk his opponent as he crawls around on the floor, periodically slapping him in the back of the head. As McDonald stands near a corner Legion grabs him and throws him between the second a top rope creating high impact contact between McDonald's shoulder and the ring post. Legions pulls the limp body of McDonald from the corner with a rear waist lock going for another german suplex. Legion lifts him halfway into the air before McDonald starts to squirm around. Legion brings him back down to readjust his grip. While blocking the view of the ref McDonald lifts his leg up behind him, between Legions legs nailing a low blow.

West: Another cheap shot! Enough is enough already!

Harris: The fans are getting a first class education in heels 101 tonight. All the dirty tactics have been used and I love it!

Legions drops down to his knees, gasping in pain. McDonald is leaning against the ropes for a moment trying to collect himself. He runs his hands through his long hair, moving it from the front of his face. Legion slowly gets to his feet and is charged by McDonald. McDonald drops Legion with a clothesline. He reaches down and lifts Legion to his feet with a side headlock. He twists him around quickly and helps him back to the mat with a hangman's neckbreaker! McDonald lifts Legion again and throws him to the ropes. On the rebound McDonald sends Legion flying with an over the head belly to belly suplex. McDonald floats over for a pin attempt and hooks the leg.

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Harris: There's still a little fight left in him.

West: McDonald has the momentum on his side right now. You have to wonder if Legion has a comeback in him.

McDonald slowly gets to his feet and stalks his opponent who is using one of the corners to get back to his feet. McDonald makes his way to the corner and lights up Legions chest with a stiff chop. The fans roar with a loud WOOOOO. McDonald follows it up with a stiff right hand and then another hard chop. Another roar from the fans, WOOOOOO. McDonald lifts Legion up and perches him on the top rope. McDonald climbs up with legion and keeps ahold of him. Both men stand on the ropes briefly as they keep their balance. McDonald with a grab of Legions tights flips him over his head and to the mat with a superplex!

Harris: That took a lot out of McDonald! I don't know if he has much left!

McDonald is the first to his feet, but only by a second or two. Legion stumbles towards McDonald and gets met with a boot to the midsection. McDonald quickly locks his hands together through a double underhook on Legion. He lifts him in the air and flips him back down the mat with a tiger driver! McDonald rolls onto Legion, covering him smugly with his back on Legions chest.

West: Scottish Pride! Scottish Pride!

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Nicky Paige: Here is your winner....EVAN MCDONALD!!!

The crowd boos loudly and Evan McDonald stares down at Legion after the result-- but pushes the referee away and grabs Legion again.

West: You already won the match. What the--?

A second Tiger Driver drills Legion to the canvas! The crowd boos loudly and the “Scottish Sensation” smirks at all of them-- but his smirk turns into a scowl as he bends down and lifts Legion up again, earning a deafening chorus of boos this time.

Harris: ...Alright, now this is a bit excessive.

West: I get that these two didn’t like each other, but I didn’t-- AGAIN!

A third Tiger Driver! The crowd erupts into boos this time and McDonald lifts Legion up one more time, watching with a grin as two more referees rush out from the back. He lifts Legion up...

Harris: FOUR! HAHAHA! A fourth Scottish Pride!

West: Legion’s head! His neck!

”ASSSSS-HOLE!”

“ASSSSSSSSS-HOOOOOOLE!”

”ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS-HOOOLE!”

As the referees tend to Legion, Evan McDonald discreetly slips out of the ring, that scowl returning to his face as he stomps to the back.

West: Wha...

Harris: Hopefully we get more insight on this next week on Meltdown, or in thirteen days on Raab-a-Mania... But... Legion looks hurt. Really hurt.

Legion can be seen complaining about his neck as the referees call for paramedics from the back. We cut to the backstage area.

Connor Murphy is backstage at the Meltdown Supershow, talking on his cellhpone.

Murphy: “What did the doctor say? So what, like another week? Great news. Keep me updated.”

Murphy hangs up the phone. A door to the right of Murphy swings open. Wyatt Crash enters into the backstage area, cheers echo throughout the arena. He patiently observes Murphy on the phone while resting his hands on his hips.

Crash: "Don't get too ahead of yourself there, Murphy. You might have to call the doctor for a few more reasons once you and your partner are both cleared to compete."

Murphy turns to look at Crash as he enters.

Murphy: "Actually, that was my tag team partner. The doctors say he is looking good and should be back soon. You have a problem with something Wyatt?"

Wyatt grins widely at Murphy's response, and begins to tug at his beard with one hand.

Crash: "Well, that is just some great news. Isn't it? As for problems, I can't seem to find many with myself.. but with y'all Sang Réal boys. I could name a few. Especially when it comes to how you treated my opponent last Meltdown."

The second generation, Irish descented wrestler laughs a bit.

Murphy: "You know it's funny, but Krown and I were not just talking about what you thought about anything I did to Yanzel Holmes, because, as it turns out, we do not actually care about your opinion."

His words come off as a bit awkward, earning a small buzz from the crowd and an arched eyebrow from Crash.

Crash: "Regardless of whether or not either of you care about my opinion, you need to own up to what you did. Last week, Sang Réal showed APW exactly what they were, a couple of seemingly entitled bullies. Now let me tell you something, Murphy. If there is one thing that I don't put up with, it's bullying."

The audience cheered in response to Crash's words. Murphy snickered once more, and raised one finger to the air.

Murphy: "Crash, Krown and I are Sang Réal, which makes us better than you... Don't try to take on your betters."

Crash: "Murphy, and Krown, no one cares about your legacy. Simply put- you are no damn better than me, and I don't think you have to ask around to figure that one out."

Crash stepped a bit closer toward Murphy, causing him to stand his ground and bring a tense expression to his face.

Murphy: "Well maybe I'll see you out in the ring."

Crash: "I hope so, Murphy. I really do."

The Orlando crowd roars! With that, Murphy walks off leaving Crash in the locker room. We fade to black.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

The camera fades to the backstage area where Hannah Storm stands with a bubbly smile and a microphone in hand. The camera zooms out a bit to reveal Chris Madison standing by her side dressed for action. He puts his hands on his hips as the crowd rains down with a mixed reaction for the two appearing on the screen.

Hannah Storm: Ladies and gentlemen I'm standing by with the "Madman", Chris Madison!

Half of the crowd boos loudly as Madison smirks.

Hannah Storm: Chris, since your debut you have created a whirlwind of controversy. You have been very boisterous about a possible business relationship between Sienna Harrison and the Unforgiven. You have shown complete disrespect towards Brian Hollywood in your two tag bouts. Then to top it off, amongst this inevitable faction war brewing in the APW you have aligned yourself with Tommy Knox to help create the Black Hand. What's next?

Madison: It's been a busy couple of weeks, huh?

Hannah nodded her head as she inched the microphone closer to Madison

Madison: My agenda stays the same. New allegiances aren't changing anything. Brian Hollywood, is still an untalented hack who almost cost us another tag team match. The Unforgiven? Tell me they aren't being favored around here. Look at tonight's Main Event, really think those two teams are evenly matched? Brian Hollywood and Ron Rufio? Two guys who should be fighting dark matches are in the Main Event. It's sickening how every one turns a blind eye to this favoritism.

Hannah Storm: You definitely are not the only one who questions Sienna's ability to run this program.

Madison: And that's what it is about. Not the Unforgiven, not Brian Hollywood, and not who I choose to align myself with. My agenda since day one has been to buck the system. I don't do well with orders. I definitely refuse to be told what to do. I'm the kind of guy who will spit in the face of authority while smiling from ear to ear!

Hannah Storm: But why Sienna Harrison? For the last seven years of your career you have been over seas in Japan with no affiliation to this company. Why wage war against her?

Madison: It's not just Sienna Harrison. It's Alexander Duvall. And It's Reginald Schmidt. This company is in turmoil. Look at the big picture. Everyone is aligning with each other, choosing sides and drawing lines in the sand. This place is as volatile of a locker room as I have ever seen. It's poor management which is the cause and if President Jeff doesn't do something this place is going to implode!

Paranoia is in full effect. Week after week they parade guys to the ring who aren't in any condition to compete. Forcing guys into action to keep their pockets lined. It's degrading and I won't stand for it anymore. Their own personal greed will not control me! Consider this the uprising. I will not be controlled like most of the weak minded around here. I will not keep my mouth closed about the atrocities going on in the APW. Others may shy away from confronting their bosses but not me. Its an inherit trait that has been bred into me.

Madison's attention is turned away from Hannah and the camera crew in front of him. The clicking of heels hitting the concrete floor causes even the camera man to pan the camera over. The Unforgiven is seen walking towards Madison. Sentinel, Zachariah Blood, Talon, and Lady Rayne come to an abrupt stop next to Hannah Storm, cutting the interview short.

Hannah Storm: Easy guys...

You could cut the tension in the backstage area with a knife as Madison stares down the foursome in front of him. Hannah Storm scurries away to safety, anticipating a scrum. Madison eyes all four members of the Unforgiven up and down before chuckling to himself.

Madison: Over a month now we have been at each others throats. In that month you guys have filled that emptiness that I thought this industry lacked. Don't get me wrong, I still think Sienna is cruising you guys to the top of the tag division, but you have given me everything I spent seven years searching for in Japan. True competition. Sentinel I know you won't have anything to say but you sir are a true warrior. Between the Signapore Cane match and the no disqualification tag match we're even one a piece. I don't know about you, but anytime, anywhere, it's an honor to compete with you...

Surprisingly Madison extends his hand to Sentinel. The big man looks down at the extended hand of Madison for a few moments. Talon has a peculiar little smile on her face while Rayne is dead-silent next to a seething Zachariah. Blood reaches out to grasp Sentinel's shoulder as the big man stares at Madison's outstretched hand but he shakes off the Masochist's grip and accepts the gesture, shaking the Madman's hand. Talon steps forward at this point.

Talon: Soon enough you will have your opportunity to try and break that tie. Until that time comes, I expect you and your new friends to push as hard as we are for a shot at tag team gold. It would be...fitting...were our respective sides to try and kill one another between the ropes for those straps.

Only the thought of having another chance to assault Madison keeps Blood and Rayne quelled for the time being. Talon leads the rest of the group down the hall past Madison.

We fade back to ringside.

The show comes back to the arena where Michael Jennings is walking out to the ring without any music or fanfare. He walks to the ring and climbs inside to a mixed reaction before asking for a microphone which he is granted. Michael smiles briefly after hearing some fan yell something at him before beginning to address the audience.

Jennings: I bet all of you fans didn’t expect to see me out here in the middle of this ring doing anything other than talking about my match last night with a man by the name of Evan Envi. And as usual I have a lot of things to say.

This comment draws a mixed reaction which appears to distress him as he continues.

Jennings: I am going to start by addressing what I said in my promos this week. Now I referred to you lovely people as being scum, trash, and human garbage.

Loud boos from the audience cause him to pause before he continues continuing to look distressed over the entire situation.

Jennings: Now I would like to come out here and publicly apologize for saying those things.

This comment draws some cheers which he acknowledges.

Jennings: Yes, I apologize. I apologize for being too nice…

After he says this he explodes with a rant of hate directed squarely at the fans in attendance.

Jennings: YOU PEOPLE ARE NOTHING BUT SHIT! If I could I would wrap this entire building in toilet paper and flush each and every one of you pieces of human shit down the toilet to send you back to the sewers where you belong.

The arena crowd showers him with boos which only seems to fuel his anger at them as he continues. In fact he appears to be enjoying himself as he taunts and talks smack about them.

Jennings: All of idiots out there both here in the arena and sitting at home watching this on your flatscreen televisions cheer from criminals as your heroes. These are the same people who you hated not too long ago which shows that ya’ll are just as hypocritical and two-faced as you people are. You people are the lowest form of life on this planet. From here on in all of the wrestling fans here at the arenas and sitting at home can kiss my ass.

Loud boos fill the arena as the crowd is now completely against Jennings who apparently doesn’t give a damn judging by his reactions.

Jennings: I have no respect for you people because you people have no respect for me. You people turned your backs on me before I gave you the same treatment. Now I want you to remember that down the line. I want you all to remember that you all caused all of this. I want you all to take responsibility for your actions but until that time, I have no respect for you. But there are people who I do respect…

At this point Stefan Raab comes out from the back to the boos of the audience. The crowd is getting angry as Raab comes down to the ring. He is not alone. Close behind him is a blonde haired man, the same man who shook hands and made a deal with Jennings in his last televised appearance before the show as well as was with him at Test for the Best. The man has a large African American man with him who is in wrestling gear as well as a man in a Hawaiian t-shirt and a hat who is wearing a t-shirt with a corporate logo on it. Raab climbs into the ring and shakes hands with Jennings before they hug. Soon after the man and his heavy climb into the ring along with the man in the Hawaiian T-shirt. They shake hands with both men before Jennings continues.

Jennings: Stefan Raab, a GM who can represent Asylum and I don’t mean the kind where they send the mentally psychotic to. I mean the Asylum brand here in APW although the majority of you fans should be locked up in an asylum if I do say so myself however there are more people that I respect than my good friend Stefan Raab. In fact one man I trust so much I hired him to run and manage my business interests as it relates to this industry. This is the man who’s hand I shook on national television this past week. This the man who’s family runs Hamilton Sports Management. This man’s name is Robert Hamilton.

As they do this Raab walks over and gets two microphones. Raab hands one to the blonde haired man as Jennings begins to address the audience once again.

Jennings: Stefan, speak to the serfs and bourgeoisie that are in the crowd here tonight.

Stefan with a massive amount of boos from the crowd begins to speak.

Raab: People may have seen my agent and Michael talking a lot on twitter as of late while I'm in prison but so have me and Michael during the times he's visited me in prison because you see. He heard my interview I did for APW.com almost a month ago that I want to trust people and of course I accepted his offer last Wednesday to team up with him. He's the only one that directly wanted to help me while he saw me in prison the last two times unlike everyone else in the locker room.

If there was anybody that got a lot of boos in APW it was Stefan as the crowd booed throughout the arena as he continues to speak.

Raab: I don't give a damn if you all boo me unlike some idiots around APW. In fact I welcome the boos coming at me but of course that's typical of you Americans to boo the German guy. Nothing but being overweight scumbags sitting in your seats booing me and Michael.

Stefan paused for a moment as he had a smirk on his face before continuing to speak.

Raab: No it's not about kissing each other's own ass. It's about making history. We are against people that are here to kiss ass to owners and whatever not. We are true men and we voice our own views about things without hesitating to what other people have to think.

After hearing all of this Jennings looks out at the crowd angrily before going on another tirade at their expense.

Jennings: You people make both of us sick. You boo us yet we’re more moral and noble than any of your heroes are. The same men and women who pose in nude magazines, who cheat on their wives and girlfriends while on the road, who don’t even care about their own children, who cheat to win their matches, and who lie to their fans on a weekly basis. The same fans who are booing us right now. The same mindless sheep who would jump off of a cliff if The League told them too.

The crowds boos loudly after hearing this as Jennings starts looking around at the crowd searching for targets of his wrath.

Jennings: Now let’s take a look at you people. We’ve got some fat ass who sucks dicks for a living over here.

The crowd is about to erupt at this point which only encourages Jennings.

Jennings: We’ve got some whores wearing League T-shirts over here.

The crowd is booing loudly and wants to kill him at this point although a few fans are actually clapping and laughing over this.

Jennings: And we’ve got some gay porn stars sitting over here.

The arena is reaching riotous conditions which Raab clearly approves of.

Raab: I'm so glad that I'm not American to see a few fatty Americans sitting at ringside tonight like that fat ugly bald headed freak there.

Jennings notices some fat guy yelling at him and goes over to the ropes to point at the guy.

Jennings: SHUT UP FAT BOY OR I’LL COME DOWN THERE AND I’LL KICK YOUR ASS!

The camera points to a fat guy in the front row wearing a white shirt that is motioning to fight Jennings as security is down there trying to keep the peace. Jennings is about to lose it on the fat guy.

Jennings: You can’t come up here so I’ll come down to you.

He walks over to the ropes and climbs out to the floor as security comes over to keep the peace as Jennings starts yelling in the guy’s face as security holds him back.

Jennings: SHUT UP YOU FAT PIECE OF SHIT!

The crowd legitimately wants to fight Jennings at this point as Raab joins in on the act.

Jennings: You’re nothing but garbage. I think your woman needs a real man, a man who can look down and actually see his penis.

Raab: Eww don't be disgusting. Nobody wants to see his dick here in front of everyone. Would be a sickening sight.

Jennings: You’re nothing but trash just like the rest of the garbage infesting this arena like a disease. You and every person here makes me sick.

Raab: Don't forget they are booing because I'm German which is racist hence why APW is under a lawsuit that they can't do anything to stop me from running Raab-A-Mania. People need to get into their damn heads that it's not Asylum show anymore. It's Raab-A-Mania show regardless if you, the Raab-A-Mania locker room and President Jeff like it or not.

Jennings finally is escorted back to the ring steps which he finally climbs up and gets back into the ring as a few fans are throwing trash into the ring now.

Jennings: Now for the part you’ve all been waiting for…

He motions to the blonde haired man who looks at him and smiles clearly amused over all of this as he begins to speak.

Man: Ladies, gentlemen, children, and homeless vagabonds, you all know you came here to see all of this. But enough about you, let me introduce myself. My name is Robert Hamilton. I’m here to tell you people that my clients Stefan Raab and Michael Jennings are going to do things on terms because as representatives of Hamilton Sports Management we have a fine, upstanding image to uphold. Athletes represented by Hamilton Sports Management are athletes who respect themselves as much as they respect you fans. Therefore I wish to inform that all inquiries about my clients will be handled personally by me, Robert Hamilton.

The crowd boos as Jennings and Raab clap in the background.

Hamilton: That’s how this all came about. Our company represents many clients around the world in many sports. One of our clients is Stefan Raab.

He motions to Raab he nods his head in acknowledgement to a chorus of boos.

Hamilton: I handled his signing personally and his agent works directly with me. After talks with his agent I got into contact with another man who we soon signed to a deal to be represented by Hamilton Sports Management where we care about our clients, their fans, and about the sports they compete in. The man that we signed was Michael Jennings.

He motions to Jennings who gets booed as well. Jennings flips off the crowd which makes them boo even more.

Jennings: That’s right. I am now in a mutual business partnership with Hamilton Sports Management and I like where the future is headed. I’ve already gotten a few endorsement deals because of this as well as a few business partnerships as well. Same goes for Raab.

He motions to his heavy and the man in the Hawaiian shirt and hat. The man in the hat shakes hands with all four men in the ring before climbing out of the ring and heading to the back.

Jennings: Now let us give you a taste of what to expect considering Mr. Hamilton is also our personal ring announcer as per our business agreement.

Hamilton: Let me introduce to you the tag team that will be the top tag team in APW for the next year…no, wait. That time frame is too short. Before I introduce the team, let me introduce to you my colleague and friend, a man who makes the women scream his name and not just in the bedroom in the house he owns under his own name. This is Edwin Hughes.

The crowd boos as Hughes crosses his arms and continues to glare out at the crowd like he has been almost the entire time.

Hamilton: Now to the tag team that will dominate APW over the next TEN years. Introducing first, from Cologne, Germany, he stands at 6’2 and weighs in at a lean, mean, and cut 230 lbs. He is the German Wrecking Machine and the man who single handedly kicked all of Europe’s ass back in 1940. This is “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab!

The crowd boos loudly as Raab poses before yelling at some of the fans at ringside.

Hamilton: And his partner hails from the Pacific Palisades, California. He stands at 6’1 and weighs in a rip, lean, cut, and chiseled 240 lbs. He is the One Man Crime Spree of APW and the man who tells it like it is. He is The Outspoken. He is Michael Jennings!

The crowd boos as Jennings yells at the crowd before being calmed down by Hamilton.

Hamilton: Individually they are top of the best wrestlers here. Collectively they are Vox Populi!

Raab and Jennings pose to the loud boos of the crowd as Hamilton laughs.

Hamilton: The playing field around here just changed. Be ready for the new age where the founding fathers of the new age show you why they are the voices that people SHOULD listen to.

Hamilton drops his mic and shakes hands with everyone in the ring. They all pose before leaving together amidst loud showers of boos and trash before they exit out of the arena.

West: ...Wow.

Harris: "Wow" is right. Quickly-- apparently we're being taken backstage! Camera-monkeys, go!

The scene fades into the locker room of Anthony Bailey. He is dressed in his ring attire and he is keeping busy preparing himself for tonight’s main event eight man tag match, when all of a sudden, he is joined by a very unexpected guest as “The Evangelist” Jerry Matthews walks in unannounced. He is holding a very large stack of papers in his hands as Bailey looks up at his unwelcomed guest.

Anthony Bailey: What do you want, preacher man? Come to get a little taste of what awaits you later on?

Matthews smiles sheepishly a bit at Bailey’s cockiness.

Jerry Matthews: A good guess, Mr. Bailey, but I’m afraid not. Do you have any idea what I’m holding in my hands here?

Bailey thinks for a second, and then shrugs his shoulders.

Jerry Matthews: This, Mr. Bailey, is the recent decision handed down by the U.S. Supreme Court, which struck down the Defense of Marriage Act, more commonly known as DOMA.

Bailey is the one who gets a smile on his face this time.

Anthony Bailey: So, I’m guessing that you’re more than a little pissed off about what you might view as a slight against God?

Matthews reaches into a pocket and brings out a lighter.

Jerry Matthews: It’s more than that, Mr. Bailey. What we are witnessing presently is the exact same course that Babylon followed so many millennia ago. Once one of the brightest and greatest of all historical empires, eventually Babylon fell. Because of the immense amount of moral decay that permeated the empire. Now that the courts have struck down DOMA, soon America may be going on a similar path. If that be the case, God help us all!

Matthews sparks the lighter, and catches the corner of the top sheet of the Supreme Court decision on fire. Soon, the entire stack is caught, and Matthews dumps the papers in a nearby trashcan. He makes the sign of the cross and walks out of the locker room as Bailey attempts to put the fire out as the scene fades to black.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

The lights dim dark as the show continues and the Miami crowd begin to make loud chatter, anticipating who's about to appear. After a slight moment of silence, a huge diamond appears on the titontron as “I’m Back” by T.I begins to blast over the PA system. All of a sudden the hometown of returning superstar, Anthony Washington, goes berserk excited about the return of “The Future” The song goes on as the lights flicker around the arena and the fans continue to make some noise, shaking the arena.

I never let you down, I'ma shine on sight
Keep your mind, on your grind, and off mine's alright? Right
Hard i'm a ball on them squares i floated
Quarter million dollar cars everywhere I go
I know in the lead it may seem they might be
But no matter what they doin' they don't do it like me
Like a G I hold it down for the town I'm at
And I flash like that recognize I'm back!

out of the darkness and camera flashes, the spotlight points to the beginning of the stage as a couple of staff workers pulls out a red carpet spreading all the way down the ramp. As the workers scatter the camera flashes continue to shoot towards the entrance stage, awaiting an arrival. All of a sudden, an all white Mercedes Benz comes pulling in from the right side of the stage. Sitting on top of the hood is returning APW superstar, Anthony Washington. The crowd goes even crazy at the sight of Anthony sitting on the hood of his Mercedes. The Mercedes continues to pull in, and then comes to a complete stop in the middle of the stage. Wearing his trademark "future" shades, white and blue trunks, white boots laced up, and a chain that spells out future hanging to the middle of his chest, Anthony Washington stood on the roof of the car as fire work explosions run all through the stage and top of the titontron. Anthony waves his arms in the air moving along with the beat of the song.

Finally, Washington lifts his arms up, putting both his pointing fingers together as well as his thumbs to form a triangle, as sparks fly from both sides of the ramp and all the way down. Washington then jumps off the car and begins jumping around down the ramp going crazy and shaking his hometown fans hands. As Washington comes to the end of the ramp he looks up at the crowd on both sides then begins to Dougie, or lean with his shoulders from side to side. Laughing, he quickly runs up the steel steps and runs along the apron, signaling for the crowd to make some more noise before entering the ring. He prances around the ring a couple times then climbs on top of the turnbuckle. Washington grabs his chain, raises it up to his mouth, kisses it, and then raises it up in the air pointing at it yelling. He jumps down pointing up the triangle and grabbing a mic as the music fades away. Unable to speak by the loud reaction coming from the crowd, Anthony just stands there embracing it. Finally as the crowd respectfully quite down, Anthony raises the mic.

Anthony Washington: WHAT’S GOING ON MIAMI!!!!!!THE FUTURE HAS RETURNED!!!!

The fans once again go crazy.

Anthony Washing: And where better of a town to return at then my hometown here in MIAMI. Now I know you guys have been waiting for this day for a while because the talent level here at APW was getting a bit stale. Wait No more. THE FUTURE HAS RETURNED!

Anthony stands and stares at the crowd as they show him some love.

Anthony Washington: Now when I was suspended from the APW I left as a man that I’m not proud of. Because of that man I lost everything. I lost my job, I lost my money, I lost my TV show, and most importantly I lost myself. But the one thing I didn’t lose was the love and support from you guys, which is the sole purpose for why I am back in the APW a clean man. Now I left APW undefeated and I’m returning right where I left off in this organization.

Anthony Washington: Things here on Meltdown still haven’t changed since I been here. You guys still watch the same old people fighting against each other and the same people coming out talking all their blah blah blah. I’m pretty sure you guys are tired of that. Ya been waiting for some change in this show in the future right? Well that change is me. I’m going to make it my first order of business to change this show into something that you all can enjoy, something that you’ll be proud you spent your money to come see. So get ready Meltdown because I’m about to remind you all why I’m undefeated and why they call me “The Future”! Enjoy this supershow because you guys deserve this. ONE MORE TIME MIAMI MAKE SOME NOOOIISE!

“I’m Back” by T.I begins balsting over the PA system once more as The Future closes out his speech. The Miami crowd cheers as Washington taunts towards the crowd then exits the ring. Anthony slaps a lot of hands heading back up the ramp bonding with his fans.

We cut to the commentary table.

West: Ladies and gentlemen-- coming up soon is a huge tag team match consisting of four of Meltdown's most prestigious Megastars, and let's take you back to how this all started!

Harris: Oh boy!


..."ON THE PREVIOUS MELTDOWN"...

Knox then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black mask. Madison and Hollywood look at him, confused as Knox and Niobe stare back. He then tosses the mask to Madison as he catches it and look down at it for a moment in his hands. Out of nowhere, Madison attacks Hollywood with a series of punches. Knox and Niobe jump in and begin beating on Hollywood as well.

Harris: I think we found the mysterious man!

The three continue to beat on Hollywood as the fans begin to boo loudly and throw trash in the ring. Knox and Niobe then hold Hollywood up as Madison beats him senseless. Madison then grabs him by the back of the head and flips Hollywood upside down for a brief moment. He then nails his with a flipping piledriver.

West: The Paralyzer!!!

Harris: Madison has just taken Hollywood out tonight with the help of Tommy Knox and Niobe Martin. What in the world is going on here tonight!?!?!

Knox and Niobe laugh as Madison gets up and kicks Hollywood out of the ring. The EMT's then come down to ringside to help the fallen Hollywood as he lays on the concrete floor, motionless. The fans all boo heavily as Knox pulls out a mic. Once the mic is spotted, the boos grow louder and louder as Knox raises it to his mouth with a smirk across his face.

Knox: I told you all that I had a vision in mind. You didn't believe me, did you. I know you all were wonderin' who the mystery man in the black mask was earlier tonight. Well, you're lookin' at him!

The fans pop in boos again as Madison is revealed to be aligned with Tommy Knox and Niobe Martin.

West: It was Madison all along. They've had this planned for weeks now.

Harris: With all the other factions lining up in APW, what better time than now to make a move!

Knox: Tonight you all get to witness first hand, a revolution that is goin' to take over APW like an epidemic. For the past few weeks we've all just sat back and watched as the likes of The League and the New Sindicate made waves in the calm waters of APW. We've sat quietly as people mooched off the name that others built just to make a new name for themselves covered in lies and envy.

It's time for a change, it's time for someone to step up and revolt against this system of corruption. Unlike these factions, we don't conform to the rules and dance like puppets hangin' from the strings. We live by our own rules. We fight by our own guidelines. We look out for our own and rebel against the political standards that the so called "APW Society".

We're not afraid to get our hands dirty. We're not afraid to put it all on the line for what we believe in. From the curtain jerks workin' dark matches all the way up to the suits in corporate management, we're here to take what's ours. No one is safe, no one is out of harms way. You're either with us or you're against us. We are The Black Hand.

We fade away from the newfound group in a still-frame before we fade to ringside, where our competitors are already in the ring!

The Black Hand (Niobe Martin & Chris Madison) vs Mr. Enigma & Wyatt Crash

As the bell rings, the crowd has immediately begun a ”MARTIN SUCKS!” chant once Madison and Crash start off in the ring. Martin waves the crowd off dismissively and tuns back toward the action in time to see Madison and Crash lock up! Madison throws a side headlock on Wyatt Crash, but he’s shoved away and into the ropes. Crash returns and is able to take Madison to the mat with a Cross Body! He immediately hooks both legs and the ref slides into position to make the count!

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West: And what a debut that could’ve been for the Black Hand!

As Madison pulls himself up to one knee, he’s taken down again with a powerful running Layout Dropkick! Crash hooks both legs again on the stunned Madison!

Harris: And Wyatt Crash is on fire!

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West: Niobe with the save!

Harris: And Miami is letting her have it!

Niobe is scolded by the referee, and berated by the audience, but the distraction-- at first-- seems to backfire as Enigma climbs into the ring and Madison staggers to his feet-- but he’s hooked for a Ura-Nage! Madison elbows his way out of it, driving the point of his elbow thrice into Enigma’s head. Enigma stumbles back and is met with a Savate Kick to the stomach. The crowd groans in empathy, hearing the impact of the move-- and they grow louder as Madison shoots the ropes and comes back with a Shining Wizard! Madison waits in the corner, grinning as Enigma pulls himself to his feet. Wyatt (and the crowd) shoot words of warning, but as soon as Enigma is up to his feet, Madison shoots the ropes again and comes toward him, nailing a powerful Running STO! Enigma is folded up from the maneuver and Madison makes a cover!

West: First cover of the night for the Black Hand!

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Harris: Chris Madison, once he gains momentum, is one of the most dangerous competitors on Meltdown. Knox and Martin have been grooming this man for the big-time, and it’s not like he’s a stranger to it-- this isn’t Madison’s first rodeo.

Madison lifts Enigma up to a seated position and tags in Niobe Martin. The referee scolds Madison, but he waits in the ring as Niobe shoots the ropes in front of Enigma, and Madison charges at the back of the seated Enigma. As Niobe nails a low Dropkick to his jaw, Madison delivers a hard knee strike to the back of his head! The crowd howls in a mixed reaction and Madison rolls out of the ring, allowing Niobe to get the cover! Crash stomps on the apron, yelling for his partner.

West: WHAT WAS THAT?!

Harris: It was effective!

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THRRRRRRE-- Shoulder up!

West: This seemingly makeshift team has more fight than I think Niobe and Madison were expecting!

The crowd boos as the camera pans toward the top of the ramp and we see none other than Tommy Knox make his way out from behind the curtains, arms folded, and his eyes hidden behind a pair of heavily-tinted sunglasses.

Inside the ring, Niobe Martin has already made her way to the top rope, back facing Enigma. As Mr. Enigma gets to his feet, Niobe spirals from the top, going for a Corkscrew Moonsault-- but he dives out of the way! The crowd roars in approval as Niobe Martin is driven hard into the canvas! Enigma uses the ropes to pull himself up and watches, patiently, as Niobe “Nightmare” Martin climbs to her feet. She turns around into a kick to the gut followed by a Piledriver! Chris Madison cries out in disapproval and Enigma falls back into the ropes again, shaking off the cobwebs. He stumbles to his corner and the crowd roars as Wyatt Crash is tagged in! Crash immediately makes his way to the top turnbuckle and Niobe Martin is up to her feet once more, as Crash leaps off for a Diving Clothesline!

Harris: He’ll crush her!

Niobe rolls out of harm’s way, and Crash lands rather gingerly. He turns around, but is unable to block a Spinning Heel Kick to the side of the head! Crash hits the ground and Niobe steps over him, once more, tagging in Chris Madison. She screams for him to “FINISH IT!” and the crowd boos enormously. Madison bends down and hoists Crash up, and then over, onto his shoulder. He runs toward the ropes and launches Crash off, throat-first onto the top rope! Crash holds his neck in pain and Madison nails him with not one-- but two German Suplexes! He pulls Crash up in a rear waist-lock and looks out into the booing masses before going to drill him to the mat once more with a Back Suplex-- but Crash rolls over his shoulder and lands on his feet behind him, though still favoring that knee he landed on before!

West: Wyatt Crash might’ve hurt himself...

Harris: I think Niobe caused him to tweak that knee!

As Madison turns around, Wyatt launches him overhead with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Madison rolls across the canvas, cursing under his breath as he holds his back. He is taken through the ropes by another Layout Dropkick from Crash and the crowd roars! Madison lands hard on the apron and then on the floor below. Crash turns and shoots a glance toward Enigma, giving him a nod. He then shoots the ropes-- and many miss a blind tag made by Enigma-- before Crash charges to the ropes again and goes for a Suicide Dive to the delight of the crowd...

...However, Niobe Martin intercepts him, sprinting across the apron and hitting him with a straight kick, directly to the nose! Crash collapses in a heap and the crowd boos uproariously!

West: NO! GOD! What a cheap shot!

Harris: She-- she HAS to have broken his nose!

Crash is immediately a mask of crimson blood, looking more shocked than hurt, but Chris Madison slides inito the ring and tags in Martin. She climbs to the top rope and wastes almost no time nailing her Shooting Star Press-- Phantasm Horror! The crowd boos and Niobe confidently hooks both legs...

...But the referee doesn’t count! The crowd roars as Niobe and Madison turn toward the referee in a fit of rage!

West: The Black Hand is unaware that Enigma tagged himself in!

Chris Madison turns around and utters a cry of warning toward Niobe, but he’s unable to stop the Big Boot that comes his way, stunning him! He’s knocked from the ring, but lands on his feet-- staggering againist the apron. Inside of the ring, the shocked Niobe Martin is grabbed in a Suplex position and contorted in mid-air to be brought down into a Shoulder Jawbreaker! Enigma stacks her up, using all of his weight to keep the struggling Niobe Martin to the mat!

West: 187!

Harris: And that’s all she wrote! Murder, I say!

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Paige: Your winners... WYATT CRASH AND MR. EEEENNNIIIGMMAA!

West: Wow! Photo finish!

Harris: HOW did this happen?!

West: Perfect timing! I think Niobe would’ve seen the tag and the fiasco could’ve been avoided if she’d been focusing on the ring, and not on taking cheap shots at Wyatt Crash!

Harris: She might’ve broken his nose. Mr. Enigma’s still looking wobbly after the Black Hand tried to crush his skull earlier... But they won! They won the battle, but look-- look which team is wearing the battle scars. It’s not the Black Hand.

The crowd roars as Enigma rolls out of the ring. Niobe Martin rolls to her knees, slamming a fist on the mat in frustration. Madison storms into the ring, but he misses his opponents by a second! Mr. Enigma drags Wyatt Crash out of harm’s way by a hair, and assists the man. They look behind them, toward Knox, and into the ring, at Madison, and Martin, who is climbing shakily to her feet.

As Enigma and Crash approach the top of the ramp, Knox doesn’t move. He turns to look at them, but his expression is masked behind those sunglasses. He says nothing-- and doesn’t react. Enigma raises a hand into the air, victoriously, earning one more pop from the crowd and Crash stares at Knox for a long time... Before they make their way to the back. Knox makes his way down to the ring to check on his comrades as we fade out.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

Our cameras cut back to the Skybox where the crowd roars at the sight of Tyler Harrison, who has apparently obtained wine for himself and his progressively-increasing number of friends. He raises a glass to the cameraman as he approaches the seated Tyler.

Tyler: G’evening! We were wondering when you guys would show up.

A few of the ladies in the room giggle-- obnoxiously, mind you-- and Tyler simply grins, like a college boy at his first strip club, and beckons the cameraman forward.

Tyler: I think I know who I want to go to Overdrive. I mean-- Sienna left me in charge, and I think I know what the people want. I think I know what the people would like to see. I mean... Think about it... Nick Watson’s back on Meltdown, and he’s a former Xtreme Champion, right? So just THINK of all the Xtreme Champions we could have on Overdrive, right?

Like-- like think about A.C. Smith versus Chris MADISON!

The crowd roars at the proclamation but Tyler strokes his chin and shakes his head.

Tyler: But no. No... Not Chris Madison. Think about... Think about something like-- like A.C. Smith versus... Versus Zachariah Blood and Sentinel of the Unforgiven. How’s THAT for your Shockwave Xtreme Title match, Smith?

Tyler shoots a dirty look at the camera as he says the name “Smith” but simply chuckles and shakes his head again.

Tyler: No. No, not them-- not...

A chant develops among the crowd and Tyler holds a hand to his ear, squinting.

Tyler: I can’t... I can’t hear you...

The fans chant louder and Tyler grabs his cane, pushing himself to his feet. He limps closer toward the Skybox and perks an ear toward the window.

”WE WANT SAVAGE!”

”WE WANT SAVAGE!”

”WE WANT SAVAGE!”

”WE WANT SAVAGE!”

Tyler listens to the audience and taps the microphone against his chin, casting a look back at the camera man and then holding the microphone out toward the audience.

West: These fans want Jace Savage!

Harris: Really?

Tyler draws the microphone back toward himself.

Tyler: You guys want Jace Savage?

The crowd roars at the mention of the rookie and Tyler chuckles a bit and shrugs.

Tyler: Fine. Jace Savage is on Overdrive. We give you what you want here in APW. This is your company.

The fans roar at the mention of this and Tyler begins to walk back toward his sofa-- but stops, slowly turning around with his cane and limping back toward the window.

Tyler: ...And Niobe Martin. She’s going too.

There is a mixed reaction at this and Tyler simply shrugs. We cut back to the commentators.

West: Niobe Martin and Jace Savage have both been drafted to Overdrive!

Harris: Well-- I’m not sure if I saw this coming! But could you imagine, A.C. Smith versus Jace Savage with the motivation Savage has now? What about the Dying Breed versus Iron Nightmare?

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, much to the crowd’s delight.

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, a big grin on his face as he basks in the hugely positive crowd reaction. The Guv’nor watches on with joy as he witnesses the frenzied dance orgy. The in-house crowd turn the event into a full on rave as The Guv’nor marches down to the ring, a slight limp to his gait.

Nicky Paige: Please welcome, the APW North American Champion...THE GUV’NOR!!!

West: Last night The Guv’nor overcame the biggest challenge of his career when he defeated the monster known as Victor Hades.

Harris: Let’s not forget who left that match on their own two feet. The Guv’nor had to be carted out by the medical staff.

The Guv’nor climbs onto the apron and surveys the crowd with a grin as he takes off his shades. He thumps the ‘MADE IN HACKNEY’ legend on his t-shirt, climbs to the top rope and holds aloft the North American Championship belt to a huge ovation. He milks the crowd’s acclaim for a good few minutes before the music dies away and he stands waiting with a microphone.

Guv’nor: Yes mate! That’s what I’m talking about!

The crowd roar and start chanting his name. Guvnor waits it out.

Guv’nor: Honestly, you people are the reason why I keep standing here, this championship belt in my possession. I said a lot of things last week and I meant every word I said: you people are my family and every drop I give in this ring I give for you as much as anything else.

Another pop, another pause as Guv’nor enjoys and incites the chants with some encouraging gestures.

Guv’nor: But I’ve got to stop doing this; I’ve got to stop getting myself beaten up like a rotten dog, because if it continues there won’t be much of The Guv’nor left.

West: This capacity crowd showing a lot of love and respect for the champ tonight.

Guv’nor: Kudos to Victor Hades, he gave me more than a handful. It’s been a long time since I wasn’t able to walk away from a fight on my own two feet, but while Hades may have given The Guv’nor a few more licks than he’s used to taking, I went there to do a job and that I got the championship in my hands tells me ‘mission successful’.

Guv’nor raises the belt and gets another pop.

Guv’nor: Today marks day 99 of my North American Championship reign. It looks like I’m going to get three figures, and become the first person to ever do that, but as proud as I feel about that, today I’m felt with a sense of something that I just can’t describe.

I look at the Meltdown roster and I wonder whether there are any fights left for me. Don’t get me wrong bruvs, I’m not selling anyone short, but I’ve won a ladder match against seven other wrestlers, I’ve beaten Tommy Knox and Michael Jennings – both established fighters on Overdrive; Sienna has thrown the best of her up and comers in Jace Savage and Robina Hood, and I beat them both. Last night the trump card, the Hellspawn, Victor Hades, not even he could stop The Guv’nor.

So I wonder to myself whether there remains any challenge for me on Meltdown. I love this show, but I have to question whether it is right for me to stay here, whether it’s time for me to move on.

There is a mixed reaction from the crowd: cheers, sympathetic noises, a few voices who call for Guv’nor to stay put.

West: Dick, is this starting to sound like a ‘Dear John’ letter you?

Harris: It’s sound like sweet music to Sienna’s ears.

Suddenly, Josh Turner’s ‘Long Black Train’ begins to play and the crowd boo as a suited and booted Jerry Matthews steps out from the back, Bible in hand, Deacon Jeremiah at his side.

West: What is this? I was just beginning to enjoy the show.

Harris: How can you turn away some much needed spiritual guidance?

West: Give me a break!

Deacon hands Matthews a microphone and ‘The Evangelist’ begins his latest sermon.

Matthews: “Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall”, Proverbs 16:18. Guv’nor before you congratulate yourself about a job well done think first in case you find yourself building a house upon the sand.

Guv’nor: Well that’s all well and good, preacher, but then I wasn’t asking for your advice. But since you’re out here, bruv, why don’t we make this useful: that means you walk down this ring and I beat the Holy Ghost out of you.

The crowd roars. Matthew tuts and shakes his head.

Matthews: Your pride blinds you, and your conceit fills your mind with illusions. Guv’nor, in many eyes you are a great champion, but as I stand before you now I testify, with the Holy Father as my sole judge, that you have yet to face the biggest challenge of them all: a test of faith.

I see in your spirit a collection of the many inequities of man. You are a demon, a scourge on the championship you bear and the title you boast. I have the all-seeing eye and I say to you, Guv’nor, that only he without sin shall cast about stones.

Guv’nor looks on confused, like Matthew is talking in a foreign language.

Matthew: The Lord sees all, Guv’nor, and through him I see a coward who runs from the true test. Like the Son of Man I balk at the temptations of serpents, and tonight I come delivering the justice of the Holy Father; for the sinful, they shall be struck down. The Hand of God rests upon you Guv’nor and it brings through me salvation for Meltdown.

The crowd jeers the ‘sermon’. Deacon Jeremiah goads the crowd, protesting the wisdom of ‘The Evangelist’. Guv’nor smirks and shakes it all off.

Guv’nor: I tell you what, sunshine, I can see you got the collection bucket there, so I’ll even offer a little sweetener. We get a referee out here, put this North American Championship belt between us, and I’ll give you a proper thrashing Old Testament style!

Another roar of approval from the crowd.

West: Oh boy! What a match that would be!

Guv’nor pulls off his t-shirt and gestures to Jerry to come on down as a referee joins The Guv’nor in the ring. Jerry discusses it with Deacon Jeremiah, then begins to remove his suit jacket.

West: I think this actually going to happen!

“Money Maker” hits and the crowd start to boo.

West: What now?

Harris: It’s the GM!

Sienna Harrison steps out from the back with a mic and the music cuts.

Sienna: Jerry, just wait a second.

She has a few words with ‘The Evangelist’, then turns to face the ring.

Sienna: Before you start throwing your weight around, don’t forget who the is boss around here. I make the decision, I call the shots.

The crowd boo, some chant out some rather unpleasant things about Sienna, suggesting she has loose morals and a woman of the night.

Sienna: You people are so stupid- do you think I care about your opinions?

The crowd jeer.

Sienna: You’re also blind, because you throw yourself at the knees of this man like he is some great deliverer, but you disrespect an honest, upstanding, virtuous man like Jerry Matthews.

More booing from the crowd.

Sienna: This man is a LIAR!

Sienna spits pointing to The Guv’nor.

Sienna: He stands there and he tells you how much he loves the fans and being part of Meltdown, but what he hides is that last night he negotiated a deal to draft to Asylum!

West: What?

There is confused mumbling from the crowd. Jerry Matthews chimes in with his opinion.

Matthews: Deliver us, O Lord, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue!

Sienna: That’s right, The Guv’nor looks after himself. He doesn’t care about you and he doesn’t care about Meltdown. Isn’t that right, Guv’nor? Tell me, go on, tell your adoring audience you are leaving them.

Guv’nor bows his head for a few moments, then gives Sienna an evil look, shaking his head.

Guv’nor: She’s right. Last night I did negotiate a deal that will see me draft to Asylum. But I never lied to you. You see, what Sienna isn’t telling you is the conditions of that contract. The time will come when I leave Meltdown and move to Asylum, but I have the ironclad word of President Jeff that as long as I am North American Champion I remain contracted to Meltdown and if, and only if, somebody is good enough to take this belt from me do I move on.

My commitment to Meltdown, to defending this championship with the respect and prestige it deserves, remains until somebody on this show proves I am no longer good enough to hold it and can pin me one-two-three.

The crowd seem pleased with that, some chanting his name.

Guv’nor: But if the preacher there thinks he’s the man, I say we do this now, and I will give you vengeance that even God himself will shrink away from.

Jerry looks keen for the fight, and starts to loosen his tie as Deacon Jeermieah preaches.

Jeremiah: O Lord, God of vengeance, O God of vengeance, shine forth!

But Sienna holds Jerry back and says a few words to keep him calmed.

Sienna: I don’t think so; Jerry Matthews already has a match tonight. But I agree that nobody deserves an opportunity more than Jerry Matthews. It is about time the people talked about Jerry Matthews. It is about time people had a champion worthy of the name.

Deacon Jeremiah nods in agreement.

Sienna: But that match won’t happen tonight.

The crowd boo. Guv’nor shakes head.

Sienna: Jerry Matthews deserves a shot at the North American Championship on a night when he can put all of his focus into that match. It wouldn’t be fair to throw Jerry Matthews into a match of this magnitude at such short notice. Besides, I’m not about to give these fans a match they don’t deserve on the basis of your whim, Guv’nor- that wouldn’t be for the good of the business.

West: This is lousy. This match could happen now.

Harris: Sienna is just considering the wider picture; besides Jerry Matthews isn’t even dressed for a match.

Sienna: Jerry Matthews will get his shot next week.

The crowd explode at that announcement.

Sienna: Along with Victor Hades!

West: Oh boy!

Sienna: And Robina Hood!

The crowd cheer the prospect of that star-studded match!

Sienna: And any other Meltdown megastar I deem to be worthy because next week Meltdown will open with an over the top battle royal, the last two megastars standing going on to challenge for the North American Championship in the main event.

West: This will be huge!

Guv’nor: That’s it- a triple threat? No disrespect to any of the slags you got lined up, but I’ve overcome greater odds. Sounds like you’re losing your touch, sweetheart.

Sienna: That’s your problem, Guv’nor: always interrupt and you don’t listen. The battle royal will also include YOU!

West: What the Hell!

Guv’nor looks on puzzled; the crowd mumble with confusion.

Sienna: That’s right, brother, you are going to have to EARN your right to defend the North American Championship. It means if you go over the top rope next week, you LOSE the North American Championship and you get the hell off my show.

And that, I believe, won’t just be good for business, it’ll be great business!

The crowd boo as Sienna smirks at the announcement. “Money Maker” hits, Sienna blows a sarcastic kiss The Guv’nor’s way; the champ looks on steaming as Sienna heads backstage with Jerry Matthews and Deacon Jeremiah.

West: This may just be Sienna’s best play yet! She’s going to stack the odds against The Guv’nor here!

Harris: This is brilliant! Is there no end to her genius?

West: Well, that’s all next week folks- don’t miss it. But for now, we have a LOT more show on the way! Coming up next, Shadow! Leon Roberts! Don’t miss it!

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

The arena trembles with excitement as they know what is coming up next.

I AWAKE FROM MADNESS... ONE MORE TIME!

Brilliant lighting dances across the titantron. Two explosions rip across the stage as Shadow emerges from backstage to the black and white color scheme. His long leather duster flaps behind him as the fan blows the billowing smoke back. White flames burn along the entry way as Shadow strolls down the ramp. The fans cheer for him wildly as Trip the Darkness continues.

Paige: The Following match is Scheduled for ONE Fall, Introducing First from Denton, TX! He is an APW HALL OF FAMER!! SHHHAADDOOWWW!!

Shadow slides under the bottom rope and pushes himself up to his feet. He raises one arm high over head as flames burst from the ring posts. The color scheme returns to normal as Shadow drops his duster.

Paige: And his opponent..A member of Natural Born Killaz! He is LEOON "THE VIRUUSS" RRRROOBBERRTTS!!

Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
But the memory remains

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

Heavy rings on fingers wave
Another star denies the grave
See the nowhere crowd, cry the nowhere tears of honor

Like twisted vines that grow
That hide and swallow mansions whole
And dim the light of an already faded prima donna

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

Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
But the memory remains

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

West: These fans aren't sure who to cheer right now but these two men are going to tear each other apart!

Harris: I'm excited! Let's GET IT ON!!

Shadow Vs. Leon Roberts

The bell doesn't even sound as Shadow rushes across the ring, Roberts is talking with Demonica outside the ring and barely turns to face Shadow as he comes crashing into with a Vicious Running Big Boot. Roberts launches through the ropes and slams on the ring apron before flopping down to ring side. Demonica hurries to his aid as the referee pulls Shadow back. As Roberts gets up, his nose and mouth are draining with blood.

Harris: Uh Oh! Roberts is bleeding...He looks happy about it?

Touching the hot crimson rolling down his chin, he breaks a smile and his teeth are stained with red. Shadow waves, wanting Roberts back in the ring as the Referee calls for him to enter so the match can officially begin. Demonica kisses Roberts, blood rubbing off onto her mouth but she isn't effected by it being there as Leon Roberts hops up onto the ring apron and stands to his feet.

The referee points at Shadow to keep his distance until Roberts enters. Entering the ring, Roberts spits out a mouthful of blood. The bell officially rings and Roberts skips into a circle as the two begin rounding each other. Locking up, the two men show a test of power as they tilt back and forth pushing the other. Being the bigger man, Shadow gains the upper hand and drives a lifting knee into Roberts gut but quickly Leon recovers and swings up, cracking Shadow with a rising uppercut.

West: Shadow might be bigger but I think it's fairly close in the strength department. This is a great test for them both!

A big wind up haymaker sends Shadow back a few steps as Leon steps into another haymaker that lands in Shadow's jaw. Backing into the ropes, Shadow pushes off and collapses Roberts with a massive clothesline. As Roberts pops up with a slower pace than usual, Shadow pulls him in and lifts him up with a Stalling Suplex. He drops and Roberts bounces off the canvas, instantly arching his back in pain. On his feet again, Shadow watches as Roberts tries crawling to the ropes. Shadow walks over and drops an Elbow into Roberts lower back.

Harris: Shadow is taking Roberts to class here! "The Virus" needs to strike, that blood is building up, he's like a shot Deer.

West: Look at Roberts though, he's still smiling, he still seems excited about the blood, about the match in general..I think he could be playing possum here.

Returning to his feet, Shadow rips Roberts off the canvas. He sets him up again for a Stalling Suplex, gets him lifted but Leon Roberts shakes off and falls behind Shadow. He is quick about spinning Shadow around, Lifting him up and dropping him with an Atomic Drop. Shadow bounces and turns from the impact in the groin as Leon Roberts backs into the ropes and springs from them. As Shadow stands tilted over a bit, he doesn't see Leon rushing in and hitting a Big Boot to the side of his head.

West: Very Nice! Roberts returning the Big Boot! Gotta love the feeling of redemption!

Harris: Well the blood makes him look like a Vampire. Imagine the teenage girls wanting to be bitten right now watching this!

West: That's not creepy..

Shadow begins to move around and rise from the canvas as Leon Roberts raises his hand opened in a claw motion. As Shadow gets to a knee, Roberts lowers the claw and clinches his fist. Shadow on his feet standing, turns around and Leon Roberts blasts him to the chest with a powerful Heart Punch. Shadow slaps back and lands hard into the canvas as Roberts dives over his body for the pin attempt.

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Harris: OHH So close! That "Diablo's Claw" was scary strong, I heard the thud of the punch from here!

West: Still, give credit where credit is due..Shadow kicked out of that devastating move!

Wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his arm, Leon Roberts gets to his feet. He rips Shadow up and lifts him with a Gorilla Press but Shadow drops down onto his feet. Shadow pulls Roberts in, lifting him and slamming him with a Spin Buster Slam that rocks the ring. Demonica covers her mouth with both hands as Roberts head bounces off the canvas. Shadow takes his turn making a pin attempt.

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Shoving off of Roberts hard, Shadow stands tall and steps away from his downed opponent. He backs into a far corner and slaps his leg to signal for his Running Big Boot to finish the match. The crowd cheers for Shadow as he lines up an ailing Roberts who is wobbly as he rises.

West: This could be it, this could be the finish!!

Harris: Heavyweights, true Heavyweights doing extreme damage right now, I don't want this to end!!

Breaking into a run, Shadow comes from the corner with great speed for a big man. Roberts on his feet twirls around as Shadow lifts a Big Boot and goes for the kill but Leon Roberts catches it and halts the progression. Shadow leans around almost losing his balance as Roberts whips the leg down and lifts Shadow into a Gorilla Press. Roberts steps into the center of the ring with Shadow lifted above him. He lets Shadow fall at the legs and as he drops down, Roberts slams him with a thundering Chokeslam. The ring bounces from the weight as Shadow crashes into the canvas and Roberts drops and hooks the leg.

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Paige: Your Winner...LEON "THE VIRUS" ROBERTS!!

Harris: HELLBOUND CHOKESLAM!! What a Finish! What a powerful finish by Leon Roberts!!

West: Shadow came in strong, had control, fought the good fight but in the end...Wow..Big round of applause for both of them! Great Heavyweight bout!

Demonica crawls into the ring and over to Roberts as he stands up onto his knees. The referee raises his arm in victory as his wife latches to him at his side. His music plays as the crowd mixes their reaction to his victory. Signs of blood covering his mouth area and his nostrils as he celebrates with Demonica. He turns around--

West: BIG BOOT!

The crowd roars and Demonica shrieks as Shadow takes Roberts to the mat with a Big Boot!

Harris: NOOO! What a sore loser!

West: Shadow is just gaining some retribution from what happened three weeks ago on Overdrive!

Harris: Uncalled for! Absolutely uncalled for!

West: Well... That's up for debate! But a win over a Hall of Famer is VERY impressive for Leon Roberts here tonight!

Shadow continues to play to the screaming, cheering crowd from the ring while Demonica helps an angered Roberts roll out of the ring. Roberts glares at Shadow, but even as he rubs his jaw, he allows Demonica to raise his arm in victory, and he smirks. Shadow shakes his head at the two, and we fade away.

We cut backstage to "The Hong Kong Sensation", Amy Zing's locker room.

Amy Zing stands in the locker room area, holding a small, mostly full hourglass in her hand. The sands slowly slip down through the hourglass.

Amy: “Tonight, Mannie, your health, your career, your entire future and that of your entourage... are all in my hands. Your future is not measured in hours or minutes, but in seconds.”

She turns and violently throws the hourglass into the wall, where it shatters on impact.

Amy: “Time’s up.”

The crowd roars for Zing as she walks out of the locker room.

West: Zing! Mannie! NEXT!

We fade to black and cut to a promo for Shockwave before going to commercial.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

Nicky Paige: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall!



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

The beginning of "Another Way" airs through the P.A. system building anticipation, as Mannie emerges to a wave of boos, he is lead to the ring by Uncle Charlie & Alec Quartermain. Mannie casually walks down the ramp with his entire glowing in the dark ADIDAS sweatsuit on while soaking in the hate, as a custom Dark-Orchid colored stairwell which reads "The-Main-Attraction" is placed in front of the middle apron. Mannie strides up the steps, while the cameraman sits on the middle rope before he enters the ring. Mannie proceeds to remove his sweatsuit, as Nicky Paige steps up to Introduce Mannie's opponent(s).

Nicky Paige: “And his opponent…

“Wait Your Turn” by Rhianna begins to play. However, Amy Zing does not show up.

West: “Where is she?”

Harris: “Maybe she got scared?”

Nicky Paige: “And his opponent…”

Suddenly, at ringside, Uncle Charlie falls down.

West: “What the?”

Amy Zing rolls out from under the mat with a wooden replica of a jian in her hands. She quickly goes to work striking Uncle Charlie, dropping him. Alec Quartermain rounds the corner to try and stop her.

Harris: “What is she doing? Someone stop this.”

Quartermain rounds the corner; however, Amy is ready, unloading with a barrage of strikes on him. She takes the big man down and points at Mannie, standing in the middle of the ring.

Harris: “Someone fire her!”

West: “Amy said she was coming to settle this once and for all.”

Amy starts to climb the stairs, pointing the weapon at Jacinta Parez, who quickly makes a beeline out of the ring and runs to the back. Trainers and EMTs arrive to pull Alec and Charlie from ringside. “The Hong Kong Sensation” quickly enters the ring, the wooden sword pointed at Mannie. She hands it over the referee, who quickly hands it off at ringside.

Harris: “What a disgusting display. Let’s hope the rest of the match goes nothing like what we just saw! The fans paid to see some real wrestling, not a sneak attack!”

West: “It looks like we are about to find out exactly what we are going to get! The bell just went off!”

“The Hong Kong Sensation” Amy Zing vs. “The Main Attraction” Young Mannie

The faint “ding, ding” of the bell is heard throughout the arena. The fans are at their feet, waiting to see what is going to happen next. Young Mannie and Amy Zing travel around the ring in opposite directions, facing off for what may be the final time. Mannie decides he can no longer wait, running full speed toward Amy Zing hitting her with a vicious flying forearm, leaving her face down in the middle of the ring. Bringing himself to one knee, Young Mannie slaps his chest a couple of times while soaking in the ominous boos and trash talk of the crowd.

Just as he loses his concentration, Amy Zing hops up to her feet. Capitalizing on Mannie’s position, Zing grabs hold of her opponents shoulders only to jump backwards driving his back into her knees. After delivering the backbreaker, Zing attempts to up the ante by traveling to the top turnbuckle. Zing let’s out a roar of a scream before flipping herself around facing toward the crowd. The audience roars as Young Mannie rolls around a bit in the middle of the ring. Out of nowhere, Zing flies backwards in an attempt to deliver a 180 moonsault to her opponent.

West: “Man, oh, man! It looks like she is really trying to ‘Zing’ his bells with this one!”

Harris: “Really, West? That is the best you could do with that one?”

West: “Oh! But it looks like Young Mannie turned this one into a real ‘Zinger’ of his own!”

Just milliseconds before Zing hits Mannie with this vicious maneuver, he some how manages to bring his knees to her chest, sending her flying over his head in agony. Mannie does a quick hip-up, bringing himself back to his feet, after a few seconds of catching his breath, he charges toward the ropes to gain momentum. As he travels back, Young Mannie hops into a cartwheel before delivering a momentous moonsault to the face down Amy Zing. Mannie goes for the cover as the referee slides into place.

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Harris: “Amy Zing will not give up, that is for sure! Here is someone who truly does want to settle the score once and for all! I have to be honest with you, West. I think she can do it if she keeps this up!”

West: “Don’t get a head of yourself here, Harris. This one isn’t over until the fat lady sings, as they say.”

Harris: “Does anyone really say that anymore? Who cares, we have some wrestling to cover! And my, oh, my! What a match this has been!”

Mannie looks at the crowd with a furious look on his face. He yells at the referee a few times before bringing Amy Zing to her feet and positioning her for what appears to be a suplex. Mannie drives his knees into the gut of Zing in order to make sure he can deliver his move. Just as he brings Zing in to the air, remarkably she begins to flail her legs, throwing Mannie off balance leaving them facing off directly in front of one another. Zing lands a mean uppercut on Mannie, sending him a few steps back. Keeping time in mind, Zing delivers a spinning back kick to the side of Mannie’s head, leaving him stuck in the corner.

Zing travels to the opposite corner before running toward Mannie, flipping into mid-air attempting a flying somersault. Unfortunately for Zing, Mannie catches her in the powerbomb position, and showing his brute strength, Mannie walks with Zing in his arms toward the middle of the ring. Attempting to really show off, Mannie puts his hands out pointing at either side of the crowd before he tries to hit the move. Zing takes advantange of his showboating by turning this reversal into a reversal of her own. Leaning backwards, Zing nails Mannie with an incredible hurracanrana. This time, Zing attempts the cover.

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Harris: “What an incredible display of athleticism! It seems as if Zing has redeemed herself in the eyes of the fans.”

West: “We should also talk about how much of a fight that Young Mannie has put into this battle! Neither opponent is willing to let this one go easily!”

Zing attempts a second cover.

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Mannie taunts his opponent as she raises up and grabs her stomach in pain. Mannie leans backwards catching some speed off of the ropes and goes for his rolling thunder fameasser. Connecting with the vicious flying leg drop variation, Zing and Mannie go crashing toward the mat. Both opponents roll around for a bit attempting to get back up after this hellacious move. Mannie decides not to go for the cover and attempts to bring Zing up to her feet. Just as she gets on all fours, somehow Zing sweeps Mannie’s legs out from under him sending him right onto his back.

West: “Well, I sure as heck didn’t see that one coming! It looked like Young Mannie was going to finish this one right then and there!”

Harris: “You know, West? I think this one might actually be in the hands of Zing. She really wants this victory! You can tell!”

West: “It looks like we are about to find out!”

Zing regains her balance and starts to catch her breath as the recently downed Young Mannie rises to his feet. Just as he gets up Zing goes for the super kick! Remarkably, in a true display of his talent, Mannie manages to lean backwards just enough to get out of the way. The crowd goes wild as a confused Amy Zing stares in the opposite direction of her opponent. Young Mannie decides to give this match his last efforts as he flies toward his opponent in an attempt to deliver his Fatal Attraction. Unfortunately for Mannie, it appears that Zing knew all along as she turns just in time delivering her horrifying Fenghuang Kick! The crowd explodes at this odd turn of events. Zing goes for the cover.

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Nicky Paige: “Here is your winner… AMY… ZING!!!”

Harris: “Well, I’ll be damned. That was one hell of a kick she just delivered.”

West: “What a match, Harris. What.. a.. match.”

Even after the bell sounds, an angered Zing moves back towards her opponent. Zing viciously delivers one more kick to the side of Young Mannie, leaving him writhing in pain. She places one foot on his chest and raises both hands in the air. The crowd doesn’t know exactly how to react.

Harris: “…And then she has to go and do something like this.”

West: “He has had enough, Zing! Get out of here!”

The referee eventually is able to convince Amy Zing to leave the ring, to a buzzing, and indecisive crowd as we cut to commercial.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

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

West: This guy is a religious zealot the likes of which I’ve never seen.

Harris: He is a man that should be respected and admired by everyone here.

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

"Bang, bang!
Bang, bang!"

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

Announcer: Accompanied to the ring by Lady Rayne and Talon, competing tonight at a combined weight of 500 pounds, the team of Zachariah Blood and Sentinel...THE UNFORGIVEN!

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

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

West: The Unforgiven is one of the most brutal teams I’ve ever seen in APW.

Harris: They show no mercy which is a quality that I like.



Wretches And Kings By Linkin Park plays over the sound system as Stefan comes out through the curtain just wearing his gold and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Killerplauze on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and does a holdup on each turnbuckle and everyone boos him as he does a few boxing punches to the cameras before he looks at his opponent with anger in his eyes waiting for the match to start.

West: This guy is the most hated wrestler that I’ve ever seen.

Harris: Oh look, he’s bringing company to the ring with him.

West: Oh no not them…

After Raab enters the ring he is soon followed to ringside by Robert Hamilton his new manager, their large heavy who is carrying some items, and Michael Jennings. Jennings heads for the announce table along with their heavy whole has a marker and some blank signs as Hamilton climbs into the ring. He quickly grabs the microphone from Nicki Paige to the boos of the crowd before motioning for her to leave the ring.

Jennings: I’m joining you guys for color commentary for this match because this match is sponsored by Hamilton Sports Management so we’re taking over.

West: Please. Don’t start up already. The match just started.

Jennings: Don’t worry. We’ve got it all taken care of.

West: What do you mean?

Jennings: Shhhh….listen to the master.

The crowd boos as Robert Hamilton begins to introduce the first team in the match.

Hamilton: Ladies and homeless vagrants, we all know why you came here today. You came here to see The League but instead you have me. I am the most handsome and most intelligent man here but you knew that already. My name is Robert Hamilton but you all knew that already also but then again you all probably didn’t graduate high school so that might be asking a lot if I do say so myself.

The crowd boos loudly as Jennings and Raab are applauding.

Hamilton: First representing the greatest team assembled on Earth. Introducing first, they are future APW World Tag Team Champions and you should all show them respect. They are managed by the lovely, vivacious, and gorgeous Lady Rayne. They are also accompanied by the beautiful, voluptuous woman you all are staring at right now known as Talon. And they represent the future of APW. These two men you should all be worshipping right now. They are “The Most Masochistic Superstar in APW” Zachariah Blood and “The Silence behind the Violence” Sentinel, together they form The Unforgiven!

The crowd boos as Blood and Sentinel pose briefly before Hamilton introduces the next member of the team.

Hamilton: Next up is the religious leader that you all wished you could be. He is accompanied to the ring by his religious confidant Deacon Jeremiah. This is your Spiritual Savior and mine, this is “The Evangelist” Jerry Matthews!

The crowd boos loudly as Matthews holds up a Bible and gives a brief sermon which Hamilton acknowledges before he continues by introducing the last member of the team.

Hamilton: And finally the man you all love to hate but you should really hate to love. This is the man who will turn Asylum into the crown jewel of APW it should be. This is the man who you all should be cowering in fear of right now. This is the greatest General Manager in APW history. This is “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab!

The crowd boos as Raab poses for the crowd as Hamilton and Jennings clap for him.

Hamilton: I heard the circus was in town. Now with that said, you can bring out the clowns.

Hamilton hands the mic back to Paige before exiting the ring to go stand in the corner behind Raab.

"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.

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 waits for his opponent.

West: Hollywood looks ready tonight.

Jennings: He looks like he’s going to piss his pants in fear of Team Raab.

Harris: That’s a good one, Michael.

West: This is going to be a long match…

"Haunting The Chapel" by Slayer hits the speakers. 0:11 in, Rufio comes through the curtain with a steel chair in hand as the fans chant "RUFIO! RUFIO! RUF-I-OOOOOOOOOOO!" He bangs his head against the chair a few times before sprinting to ringside. He hands the dented chair to a lucky fan at ringside before getting in the ring.

Jennings: His name is Roofies?

West: It’s Rufio.

Jennings: Is he any relation to the Ruff Ryders?

Harris: I don’t think so.

The melody of "Cold War" by Janelle Monae signals the arrival of Keaton Saint, who makes his presence known as the song begins to pick up tempo. Saint makes his way to the ring high-fiving some of the fans in the attendance before entering the ring and preparing himself for the match ahead.

West: This guy is one of the top wrestlers in all of APW.

Jennings: He also is only the second Most Saintly wrestler in the match.

Harris: Yes, he is nowhere near the holiness level of Jerry Matthews.

West: PLEASE.

The crowd explodes into cheers as "Hometown Hero" by Big K.R.I.T. begins to blare and fog starts to roll down the entrance way. The arena lights turn blue and the fog creates a haze effect. Anthony "The Promise" Bailey, with his Tag Team Title around his waist, steps out from behind the curtain slowly. He stops for a moment, flashes his signature smile, and looks around the arena. Bailey's eyes widen as he strides to the ring greeting multiple fans. He climbs up the ring steps, steps through the ropes and into the ring. Anthony removes his title, holds it up in the air garnering more cheers, and hands it over to the referee.

West: Bailey looks ready to kick Matthews’ ass all over the arena.

Jennings: Such foul language. You should be ashamed!

West: You’re one to talk. You’re the reasons the network’s been all over us for using too much foul language on shows.

Everyone is in the ring now and the match is signaled to start. All of the wrestlers get on the apron except for Blood and Hollywood who are starting. They start off by trading strikes before Blood goes for a single leg takedown. He gets Hollywood on the mat but they both are using strikes. Hollywood fights to his feet but Blood with a double leg takedown and grabs him into a side headlock.

West: Blood showing us his technical wrestling acumen at the start.

Harris: This is going to be a good showdown here.

Jennings: As usual Raab’s team is showing it’s dominance just like they do every week here in APW.

Hollywood fights to his feet but Blood pulls him over to his corner and tags in Sentinel. Blood holds Hollywood but he gets out of it. Sentinel goes to grab Hollywood but gets grabbed into a Twisting Neckbreaker. Sentinel shakes his head and rises to his feet before Hollywood grabs him into the Side Effect. Hollywood goes for a kick out but Sentinel kicks out before the ref can make the count.

West: Too early for a cover there.

Jennings: You think?

Hollywood pulls him to his feet but Sentinel fights back with knife-edge chops. He then follows this up by whipping Hollywood into the ropes. Hollywood runs the ropes and Sentinel nails him in the face with a Big Boot. Hollywood goes down and holds his face in pain before rolling over to his corner and tagging in Ron Rufio.

West: Rufio into the match now. And what are you doing over there Michael?

Jennings: I’m making signs.

West: For what?

Jennings: Our amusement.

Harris: Rufio is on fire right now. He must’ve watched a lot of Quentin Tarrantino movies before coming to the ring this evening.

Rufio is in and he’s a house of fire. He nails Sentinel with some quick jabs before grabbing the big man into a backbreaker before going for a cover.

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Sentinel kicks out before crawling over and tagging Matthews into the match. The crowd boos as Matthews climbs into the ring. He and Rufio circle each other before locking up. Matthews wins it and nails Rufio with clubbing forearm shots to the back. Matthews follows this up by grabbing Rufio into a Vertical Suplex. Matthews gets back to his feet to start preaching to the crowd.

Jennings: What a great man. You should all be listening to his message of peace right now.

West: Please. The guy is nothing but a hate mongering bigot.

Jennings: HEY! You take that back about the savior of humanity!

Matthews stops preaching when he sees Rufio getting to his feet so he grabs him into a Rear Chinlock and continues to preach to him about God as the ref asks Rufio if he wants to submit.

Jennings: See? He’s delivering his message of peace.

West: He is not!

Harris: Listen to his religious hymns about the dangers of gay marriage.

Rufio finally has had enough. He hip tosses Matthews to get out of the hold before staggering over to his corner and tagging in Bailey. Bailey quickly runs into the ring and a wild brawl ensues between him and Matthews which the crowd loves.

Jennings: I’ve been waiting for this. These two guys hate each other more than anyone else here in APW.

West: This is a vendetta that’s been going on for quite some time.

Harris: I hope Matthews shows him the error in his ways.

Both wrestlers are wildly fighting but Bailey ends up with the upperhand and nails Matthews with a Spinning Punch which knocks Matthews down to the mat. Matthews staggers back to his feet only to be grabbed into a Full Nelson Slam! Bailey quickly covers Matthews, hooking the leg.

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Matthews kicks out. Bailey looks angry as he grabs Matthews as he gets to his feet into a Full Nelson Slam. Bailey quickly goes for another cover.

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Matthews again kicks out. As Bailey gets to his feet to pull him to his feet Matthews punches him in the midsection before pulling himself over to his corner using the ropes to tag in Raab. The crowd boos as Jennings applauds loudly from the commentary table. As Raab circles Bailey, Jennings gets a water bottle and yells to Matthews.

Jennings: JERRY! JERRY! JERRY!

Matthews looks over and Jennings tosses him a bottle of water which he catches. This draws some applause from the audience.

West: You can’t throw water to him!

Jennings: It wasn’t me. It was the guy behind me.

West: Please. Knock it off or I’ll have you thrown out.

Jennings: if you do that I’ll have my man who’s making the signs draw on your face with his marker.

Harris: I’d love to see that.

Jennings: We’ll do the same to you if you keep interrupting me.

Raab and Bailey circle each other before hesitantly locking up. Raab grabs Bailey into an Arm Drag. Raab and Bailey stare down as Bailey shakes it off. They circle each other before tying up again. Raab grabs Bailey into a Suplex. He goes for a quick cover.

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Bailey kicks out. He quickly rolls over to his corner as Raab gets to his feet as Bailey tags in Saint which makes Raab smile. Saint is smiling as he climbs into the ring. The two men have a stare down in the center of the ring.

Jennings: I can tell you that my close personal longtime friend Raab has been looking forward to this for quite some time.

West: You’ve only been his friend for a week.

Jennings: We’ve been friends for months. Read the dirt sheets, fan boy.

The two wrestlers continue to stare down before taking two steps back and circle each other. Instead of tying up they trade Forearm Smashes with Saint getting the advantage. He whips Raab into the ropes. Raab runs the ropes only to be caught by a Back Body Drop. Raab quickly to his feet and Saint grabs him into a Belly to Belly Overhead Suplex. Saint quickly goes for a cover.

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Jennings: YEAH! THAT’S MY HOMIE G RIGHT THERE!

Harris: That was a great move by Raab.

Raab stumbles to his corner and tags in Sentinel. He climbs into the ring as Raab goes back on the apron. Jennings starts motioning for Raab. Raab turns around and Jennings tosses him a bottle of water. He then motions to the heavy who’s made them some signs to use. The man holds up a sign that says ‘Raab for President’ on it which amuses Raab.

West: Why are you doing stuff like this right now?

Jennings: We do whatever we want because we’re the Vox Populi, the founding fathers of the new era. We already have inside jokes and obscure references to amuse ourselves with too.

West: Give me a break. This is like working with the sophomore class.

At this point in the ring Sentinel and Saint are brawling. Saint nails him with a European Uppercut before pulling him over to his corner and tagging in Rufio. Rufio climbs into the ring as Saint holds Sentinel for him to hit. However Blood runs into the ring and breaks it up by attacking Rufio. The four wrestlers are now brawling in the ring as the referee is quickly losing control of the match.

Jennings: YES! It’s breaking down into chaos. I love it!

West: The Unforgiven are brawling now with Rufio and Saint in the ring.

Harris: It’s bedlam here on Meltdown!

Now Deacon Jeremiah is on the apron asking them for donations for forgiveness of their sins. Bailey sees this and climbs into the ring before running over and nailing Jeremiah with a Dropkick. Jeremiah falls off the apron to the floor to the roar of the crowd.

Jennings: That was totally uncalled for. What’s he going to do next? Punch a man with glasses?

West: He shouldn’t have been up on that apron and you know it.

Harris: If it was happening to one of the good guys you’d be bent out of shape out of it.

Matthews is angry. He comes into the ring and attacks Bailey from behind knocking him through the ropes and out to the floor. Matthews follows him out and starts choking him on the floor while preaching the word of God while doing it.

Jennings: LISTEN TO HIS MESSAGE OF PEACE, BAILEY! LISTEN TO HIS MESSAGE OF PEACE!

West: The man is full of nothing but hate.

Harris: He’s a man of peace, West.

Matthews stops and Jeremiah is up. He hands Matthews a cross and a Bible. Matthews follows this by starting to perform an exorcism on the floor.

Jennings: This is awesome!

West: What the hell is this?

Harris: It’s salvation happening before your very eyes.

Jennings: He should be made into a Saint by the Catholic church because of this.

West: Please.

Jennings has popcorn now and has called Raab over to join him. Raab climbs down from the apron to go sit with Jennings as they watch the chaos unfold.

Jennings: This is getting good.

Jennings looks over at West briefly before quickly reaching over and snatching his headset to give to Raab.

Jennings: What great action.

Raab: This is better than watching Looney Tunes.

Jennings: Or as I call it. Overdrive.

Hollywood gets down off of the apron and runs over to go save Bailey. He starts fighting with Matthews and Jeremiah. In the ring The Unforgiven is still in a wild brawl with Rufio and Saint. The crowd of course is loving it. The camera goes to Raab and Jennings who are eating popcorn and holding up signs. The heavy is holding up signs too. West has another headset now and is rejoining the commentary.

West: This is like being back in high school out here.

Jennings: Shut up, West!

Raab: Yeah shut up, West. Nobody cares.

Harris: Shut up, West!

The heavy grabs the headset from off of Harris’ head and glares at him as Raab and Jennings laugh about it. After this Jennings holds up a sign that says ‘Who booked this crap?’ as Jeremiah’s head is smashed into the announce table by Hollywood. Raab is laughing over the sign as he eats his popcorn. Matthews is up and he attacks Hollywood from behind. Matthews picks up Hollywood and drops him chest first over the barricade.

Jennings: That’s skill wrestling right there.

Raab: Yeah this match is a knocker slobber.

Jennings: Don’t you mean a slobber knocker? Although I’ve seen a few knockers around ringside that are making me slobber.

Raab: Good one, Michael.

West: Are you guys going to wear Letterman’s Jackets out here next week?

Jennings: No but we might show up with a bunch of strippers who will be wearing your lingerie.

Bailey runs over and attacks Matthews from behind. Raab holds up a sign that says 'Evangelist 3:16' on it which amuses Jennings. Blood and Saint have now fallen through the ropes to the floor to join the fray. Blood gets back to his feet and tries to ram Saint’s head into the ring post but it gets reversed and Blood’s head hits the ringpost. Blood falls to the floor as Saint is attacked from behind by Jeremiah who tosses him over where Raab and Jennings are eating bananas that were handed to them by their heavy who is standing behind them.

Jennings: I smell something. Hey Stefan.

Raab: Yeah?

Jennings: You smell something?

Raab: Yeah, I smell fear and urine.

Hamilton sees this and starts yelling at Saint who gives him a look. Hamilton walks over and slaps him in the face. Saint looks at him angrily before chasing him around the ringside area.

Jennings: This is totally uncalled for!

West: But Hamilton started it!

Jennings: I think we need to give Saint the Mario Kart treatment.

Raab: Agreed. Let’s show him why you don’t mess with our buddies.

Saint chases him all the way around the ring but when he gets over near the announce table Raab tosses down his banana peel which Saint trips on and hits his head on the announce table. Raab and Jennings high five before Jennings holds up a sign that says ‘Watch your step!’ while Raab holds up a sign that says ‘Clean up, Aisle Four’ on it. As Saint shakes out the cobwebs after tripping.

Jennings: Good one, homie. Was that great or what?

Raab: All signs point to yes.

Jeremiah sees Rufio grab Sentinel into a Double Underhook DDT. He then climbs on the apron and asks for a donation to the boos of the crowd.

West: What is this? We’re not at church.

Jennings: Yes we are. We’re in the Church of Violence.

Raab: I think we should trademark that.

Jennings: Agreed.

Raab walks over with a sign and hands it to Jeremiah. Jeremiah holds up the sign which says ‘’ on as Raab walks over to the announce table. He sees Saint and steps on him like garbage before high fiving Jennings.

West: And now he’s asking for donations in the middle of this wild brawl that’s going on.

Jennings: Yeah a lot of skill wrestling going on right now. You like the sign?

West: It was better than some of the others.

In the ring Rufio sees this and motions for Jeremiah to enter the ring. Jeremiah does this only for Rufio to nail him with a clothesline that sends both men over the top rope. The crowd cheers as Rufio poses. In the ring Talon and Hamilton have gotten Sentinel revived.

West: Sentinel back into it now.

Jennings: He’ll be ok. He just got his bell rung, that’s all. Nothing too serious for him but that Rufio should be arrested for what he just did to the Deacon.

West: He shouldn’t have been up there to begin with.

Saint is back to his feet. He shakes off the cobwebs, looks over at Raab, and attacks him violently with fists of fire as the crowd erupts.

West: We’ve got a brawl over here by us!

Jennings: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!

Jennings sucker punches Saint which allows Raab to come back at Saint with punches. The two are wildly brawling as some more refs come out to separate the brawling that’s going on over by the announce table. Meanwhile Rufio climbs back into the ring only to be met by Sentinel who nails him with a Discus Lariat which sends him down to the mat. Sentinel pulls him to his feet before grabbing him into a Military Press Slam. He signals that it’s over.

West: He’s signaling for the end.

Jennings: This is going to be a great victory for the good guys.

Sentinel pulls Rufio to his feet. He grabs him and lifts him up for the Black Sunset but Rufio gets out of it. Rufio gets behind Sentinel and as Sentinel turns around he goes for Sweet Chin Music and connects! The crowd cheers as Rufio goes for the quick cover.

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The crowd boos as Zachariah Blood, Stefan Raab, and Jerry Matthews all storm the ring at once, breaking up the pin, stomping away at Rufio! The reaction is deafening and the referee immediately calls for the bell!

Paige: Your winners, as a result of a disqualification-- Ron Rufio, Keaton Saint, Brian Hollywood, and Anthony Bailey!

West: Whoah!

Harris: Now THAT is how you come together the clinch!

West: ...But they lost!

Harris: But they lost as a unit! Did you see that beauty?!

In the ring Blood is helping Sentinel attack Rufio to the boos of the crowd. Suddenly Jace Savage runs into the ring and joins the fight. All four men are fighting in the ring as Hollywood jumps in to help out Savage. Savage knocks Blood out of the ring as Hollywood is brawling with Sentinel who he soon tosses out to floor. At this point Hamilton goes over and hands Blood his business card. He does the same to Sentinel and Matthews before Raab, Jennings, Hamilton, and the heavy head backward, toward the ramp.

West: Why is he handing them business cards?

Harris: Should be obvious why.

West: If those guys teamed up they would be the most hated wrestling group here by far and that’s just with Raab and Matthews. Add in the others and we’ll need riot police every week.

As Bailey, Saint, and Hollywood are back in the ring to make sure Rufio doesn’t get attacked again as their opposition continues to back off, with Raab, Jennings, Hamilton, Jeremiah, and Matthews all disappearing to the back. Savage and Hollywood raise Rufio’s arms as the crowd cheers them on and the Unforgiven glares.

West: Looks like Rufio, Hollywood, and Savage have made an alliance.

Harris: These are three wrestlers that have contrasting styles which will make them a dangerous team in the future. But how does this bode for Jace Savage, someone who was just drafted to Overdrive?!

West: ...Trust me. These guys will make it work. Now--

Voice: HOLD. THE PHONE.

There is a mixed reaction and for a moment, it is unclear where Tyler Harrison's voice is coming from-- and then we return to the skybox. Tyler waves down at Rufio, Hollywood, and Savage.

Tyler: Hey. Jace. You're welcome for the little push in the right direction. That was my idea.

Jace mouths something up to Tyler, but Tyler clears his throat.

Tyler: This isn't about you. This isn't about you three-- and whatever you three are doing, I promise, Sienna is gonna be PISSED. So... Stop it.

There is a chorus of boos at Tyler's words and he shrugs again.

Tyler: Jace. Ron. Brian. I'm just looking out for you. Now... Like I said-- it's not about you this time. Congrats on your match. Congrats, Jace, on an awesome performance at Test for the Best, and on being called up to Overdrive, but this is about... The Unforgiven.

The crowd boos, but the camera focuses on the Unforgiven who remain at the top of the ramp.

Tyler: This is about the team that I think should be getting one of the next shots around here for those APW Tag Team Championships-- one of which, my personal friend, Mr. Bailey, all due respect, just waltzed out with. I'm trying to make the future happen. And it may not be Jace Savage's future, but it's APW's future.

So hold onto those business cards, boys. Don't let Stefan and Hamilton leave without you. You're goin' to Raab-a-Mania.

There is a pop at this. Zachariah Blood looks much more pleased at the announcement than Sentinel, whose eyes haven't left the ring. He raises his eyes up toward the Skybox. While Blood gives Tyler a nod, Sentinel rolls his eyes and leads the pack to the back. Blood chuckles and follows, disappearing through the curtains.

West: Well, there you have it! Emerald Assassin! Sentinel! Zachariah Blood! All to Asylum--

Harris: Raab-a-Mania...

West: And Jace Savage and Niobe Martin to Overdrive! Join us next week from Tallahassee during APW's final night in Florida-- Foul Play take on the Natural Born Killaz, and the winners become the number one contenders for the Tag Team Championships! Also-- we have an Over-the-Top Rope Battle Royal, and the North American Championship is almost GUARANTEED to change hands as a result of it! For Dick Harris, I'm Shane West, and we'll see you in seven days!



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