Meltdown Supershow! - Auburn Hills, Michigan - Aug 27, 2013

[President Jeff]

The scene fades out and the into video to Meltdown begins to play. Once it ends, the camera pans though the crowd who are holding their signs up. The camera stops on the voices of Meltdown, Dick Harris and Shane West.

West: Welcome Everyone to the MELTDOWN SUPERSHOW!

Harris: Two nights ago, we had shockwave and what a show it was. But now folks, The megastars left off that card will have their chance to shine.

West: We have a packed show, including a #1 contenders match for the Tag Team Title. The Unforgiven takes on Sang Real. We saw at Shockwave that Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood also won a shot at the Tag Titles. So I'm sure they are watching this match close.

Harris: Also tonight, The APW North American Title is on the line as Robina Hood takes on Amy Zing.

West: This should make for a great match up

Harris: And we are kicking the show off with a 10 man over the top rope Battle Royal.

West: Mr. Dangerous, the last competitor in the match has just entered the ring, so lets go to ringside for this match.

BATTLE ROYAL MATCH
Mr. Dangerous Vs Killgrave Vs Ramirez Vs Wyatt Crash Vs Cold Blood Dirk Vs Reginald Dampshaw III Vs Jackson Ford Vs Ron Rufio Vs Kurt Styles Vs Swank

At the sound of the bell, Killgrave and Ramirez throw hands against the ropes and out of nowhere Mr. Dangerous hits them with a double clothesline and sends them both over the top rope and crashing to the floor.

Shane West: Mr. Dangerous is here for business tonight as he just eliminated two competitors at the same time!

Eliminated: Ramirez & Killgrave

On the other side of the ring, Rufio and Swank are locked up in a power struggle. Styles sneaks up behind the the two and rips Rufio away from Swank's grasp. He throws Rufio to the ropes on the other side of the ring and then turns back around with a powerful superkick to Swank's chops. Swank flies over the top rope and slams into the hard floor below, head first!

Dick Harris: Kurt Styles has just eliminated Swank with ease!

Eliminated: Swank

As Rufio returns from the other side of the ring, Styles turns around just in time to scopp him up and drive him into the mat with a powerslam that echoes throughout the arena. Styles then gets up and grabs Rufio by the back of the head and drives him into the turnbuckle. Rufio throws a thumb in Styles eye and climbs the turnbuckle but Styles grabs the ropes instead before Rufio has a chance to do anything. Shaking the ropes, Styles knocks Rufio down to the turnbuckle, legs spread, as the crowd screeches at the look of pain in Rufio's eyes from crushing the family jewels. Styles then spits in his palm and delivers a slap to Rufio's face and knocks him backwards off the turnbuckle and onto the floor.

Dick Harris: He's on a roll tonight as he just eliminated Ron Rufio and sent him home packing.

Eliminated: Ron Rufio

Across the ring, Mr. Dangerous is brawling with Jackson Ford. From behind, Cold Blood Dirk runs up on Mr. Dangerous with the element of surprise. Looking at Ford's facial expression of the oncoming attack, Dangerous turns around and ducks down and as Dirk comes in contact, Dangerous flips him over his shoulder, over the top rope and down to the floor.

Shane West: Mr. Dangerous has just eliminated Cold Blood Dirk as he does what he does best by taking out the trash of APW.

Eliminated: Cold Blood Dirk

Mr. Dangerous then focuses his attention back on Jackson Ford who is backed in the corner begging for mercy. Mr. Dangerous laughs as the crowd pops with cheers. Mr Dangerous then steps back and shows mercy for Ford only to trick him and deliver a series of punches to Ford's face. Right, left, right, left... Jackson can't hold him off. Mr. Dangerous thenkicks him in the stomach and turns him around only to deliver a huge wedgie. The fans burst in laughter at the sight of Ford as Dangerous then throws him to the ropes and sends him flying over the top.

Shane West: Jackson Ford can now add his name to the list of victims to fall by the hands of Mr. Dangerous!

Dick Harris: This chump came in talking a big game like he does everywhere else and did exactly what he does everywhere else... LOSE! He should have just stuck to his normal routine and not even shown up tonight.

Eliminated: Jackson Ford

Meanwhile, Wyatt Crash and Reginald Dampshaw fight amongst each other. The two go back and forth, fighting to throw the other over the top rope. On the other side of the ring, Dangerous and Styles look at them and then at each other only to find it amusing. They laugh at the site as the two give it their all only to get nowhere with one another. Locking eyes, Dangerous and Styles nod at one another and then take charge. Dangerous grabs Crash and flings him to the ropes and Styles does the same with Dampshaw. Upon return, both Dangerous and Styles step out of harms way and watch as Dampshaw and Crash collide in the center of the ring and butt heads, sending a thud over the arena. The two stumble backwards as Dangerous and Styles both grabs one and throw them up and over the top ropes to the floor.

Shane West: WOW!!!

Dick Harris: These two are working in sync tonight!

Eliminated: Reginald Dampshaw & Wyatt Crash

As the crowd cheer and both Dangerous and Styles get to their feet, they both turn around slowly to face the other in the ring. The two circle one another for a moment until Mr. Dangerous makes the first moves and dives in for a single leg takedown. Styles quickly counters and falls down on top of Dangerous, text book defensive style, and delivers a series of punches to the mid section of Dangerous. He then pushes himself off, driving Dangerous's face into the mat, and stands to his feet. Styles then grabs Dangerous by the head and pulls him to his feet.

Shane West: Kurt Styles has proven to be an asset to this company and Mr. Dangerous is a good test for him.

Styles goes to lift Dangerous up for a suplex but gets countered and lifted into the air himself by a suplex from Mr. Dangerous. While in mid air, Styles manages to free himself and comes down behind Dangerous and gives him a good push to the ropes ahead. Mr. Dangerous lunges forward from the push as Styles wastes no time and takes advantage of the situation. As Dangerous turns his body to bounce back off the ropes, he see's Styles running right for him. Dangerous ducks and Styles goes up and over him but grabs onto the top rope and lands on the apron. Mr. Dangerous turns around only to get hit in the stomach with a shoulder from Styles through the ropes.

Styles the springs himself up and back over and nails a hard shoulder block into Dangerous. Mr. Dangerous loses his footing and stumbles back and Styles quickly gets to his feet and runs at Dangerous. As Mr. Dangerous hits the ropes this time, Styles delivers a strong clothesline and sends Mr. Dangerous flipping over the top rope. Mr Dangerous grabs onto the rope to catch himself only to catch a hard right to the jaw that finishes him off and knocks him to the floor below.

Dick Harris: He did it! Kurt Styles has eliminated Mr. Dangerous and survived this ten man battle royal.

Shane West: It was a tough match but in the end Kurt Styles has proven to be the better man tonight!

Eliminated: Mr. Dangerous

WINNER: KURT STYLES

The bell sounds as the ref comes over to Styles and raises his arm in the air as the fans cheer him on for the strong effort tonight.

The scene cuts backstage where Hannah Storm is standing with Nick Watson.

Storm: Please welcome at this time my guest, Nick Watson, Tonight Nick, you finally go one on one with Victor Hades in a few moments. Your thoughts on this match tonight?

Nick: Well Hannah

And before Nick can say anything else, Victor Hades attacks Watson from behind. Nick goes down and Hades pulls him up and throws him into the interview set, with steel poles coming crashing down on him. Hades jumps on top of Nick and begins pounding him with forearm shots to the face. Security and official show up and they pull Hades off. Hades shove past security and officials and soccer-kicks Watson in the back of the head.

Hannah: Somebody get in there and stop this!

Finally APW President Jeff shows up with a handful of paperwork in his hand appearing very displeased and aggravated by Hades actions.

President Jeff: That's enough Hades, I SAID THAT'S ENOUGH!

President Jeff shouts pointing to Hades as the dozen of security and ring officials finally pin Hades into the ground, while Hades struggles in their grip and screams out furiously. Jeff holds up the paperwork in his hand and slowly shakes his head in disapproval.

President Jeff: This afternoon I had receive an anonymous fax from someone at the Robert Young Mental Institution with documentation that YOU Victor Hades are hereby deemed mentally unstable and unfit to compete and or work in a public environment based on a psychological analysis stating you are a vile threat to the public!"

Harris: WHAT?!

West: Oh don't act so surprised! The guy is a ticking time bomb!

Hades' expression moving from confused to irate grows across his face as he begins thrashing within the mob of security and ring officials who keep him restrained.

President Jeff: You not only LIED about your mental state and medical clearance, but you put the ENTIRE roster's health and wellness at risk which is a code policy violation. I have no further choice I'm sorry Victor, but to contact the Robert Young institution to have you admitted and suspended INDEFINITELY. Please escort him away.

As Jeff walks away several men storm across into the scene in white scrubs carrying a large straight jacket, while security and referee officials drag Hades to his feet and the Robert Young orderlies restrain Hades before placing him in the jacket.

Harris: Hades is going to the nuthouse!

West: Good riddance! He's practically a murderer!

Hades thrashes about inside the straight jacket as the crowd erupts in cheers and loud obscenities as Hades gets dragged away.

West: This may be the last we see of Hades for a long time.

Fade to commercial.

[President Jeff]

The Show returns to the announce team at ringside.

West: What a battle royal!

Harris: One match in and this place is rocking! We still have two title matches on the card.

West: And don't forget the tag team number one contenders match...

Harris: How can I forget about my favorite team, The Unforgiven!

The sound of static feedback cuts over the PA system.

West: What is this? Sorry ladies and gentlemen I think we may be having some technical difficulties

The static changes to Hatebreed's "Destroy Everything" which now blares over the PA system. The crowd focuses on the entrance way waiting to see who's music is playing.

A new life begins!!!
Destroy everything
Destroy everything
Destroy everything
Obliterate what makes us weak!

Destroy everything
Destroy everything
Destroy everything
Decimate what threatens me!

The five members of the Black Hand file out from the back. Chris Madison, Michael Jennings, and Stefan Raab with his Raab-A-Mania Germacidal championship draped over his shoulder walk out first and stand at the start of the ramp. Tommy Knox and Niobe Martin follow right behind them. Tommy has one arm wrapped around Niobe's shoulder while the other clutches his newly won APW Overdrive championship close to his chest. Tommy an Niobe bypass the three men and lead the group down towards the ring.

Harris: Oh Yeah! This show just got a whole lot more interesting!

West: What they hell are they doing here? They're not scheduled to be here tonight!

Harris: I think we're about to find out.

The music cuts out as all five members enter the ring one at a time. Tommy walks towards the ring announcer and demands a microphone. He pulls it from the ring announcer and walks back to the middle of the ring.

Knox: The other night at Shockwave, I shocked the world so to speak when I beat Evan Envi in that ring for the Overdrive championship. Over the past few weeks, even months, you all have seen me destroy anything in my path to get that opportunity to prove the world wrong and take what I want without any regret, remorse or restraint. For weeks The Black Hand had their way with Envi and at Shockwave, I put the final nail in the coffin and ended his career in APW.

The fans begin to boo as those words roll on Knox's tongue. Niobe walks in closer to him and wraps her arms around him as he drapes one arm around her and continues to hold the title over his shoulder with his free hand.

Knox: We don't need to stand here and reflect on what happened and how it went down. You all saw it with your own eyes. Overdrive has a new king and it sure as [censored] ain't Evan Envi! I beat the livin' hell out of Envi and had him beggin' for his life by the end of the match. It was mercy that he begged for. It was mercy that he damn sure didn't receive! I sent him flyin' over the top rope, way over, out of the ring and into the barricade, breakin' every bone in his body just like I broke the bone in Gooch's forearm. The new champ in town climbed that ladder and took what he had already taken with ease just weeks before. Envi was just the end of chapter one, a chapter of me takin' out each and everyone who stands in my way. I'm still hungry and on the war path. It's time to crush NewGen just like I crushed The League single handedly, but this time I have an army behind me. It's time to march over to Asylum and take back what was Raab's and bring power back to grasps of the Black Hand. It's time to proclaim war on APW and anyone who isn't with the Black Hand. You're either with us or you're against us.

Niobe: You're either going to get down...

Knox: Or you're goin' to lay down. Here Chris, take the mic, I'm tired of wastin' my breath with these idiots in the crowd.

Tommy extends the mic towards Madison. Madison forcefully swipes it from his hand and moves towards the nearest ropes. He rests his arms on the top rope and holds the mic towards his mouth but pauses, soaking in the heat he's receiving from the fans. One fan in the front row is heard louder than the rest.

Fan: F*** you Madison!

Madison smirks and steps through the ropes. He stands on the apron looking at the fan. Madison sits on the middle rope and lifts the top rope up.

Madison: Lets go! Get your fat ass in here and we'll see if you keep running your mouth.

The fan flips Madison off but remains in his seat.

Madison: That's what I thought. Now sit down before I knock your teeth down your throat!

Madison stands up and re-enters the ring, finally addressing the audience.

Madison: I am pissed off! Not because Niobe and I lost at Shockwave. It's not my first time and it won't be my last. Jace and Hollywood finally proved that they had enough in them to nut up and fight like men. It's a bitter pill to swallow but on Sunday night they were the better team. For me that door is shut right now. But only for right now. It's inevitable for Hollywood to cross my path again! And when that time comes, win or lose, he's going to be a beaten man! Shockwave may not have been too favorable for the Black Hand. Knox was the only one able to secure a victory proving once and for all that Evan Envi is not the golden boy of the APW. All you people cheered for a man that turned his back on you for what? More money? A change of scenery? That's your hero? Tommy stands before you as the rightful Overdrive Champion and all you do is boo us? Tommy hasn't turned his back on you. He still comes out here week after week regardless of your feelings! You people make me sick!

Voice: You pieces of s**t!

The crowds attention turns to the entrance way as Kurt Styles steps out from the backstage area, still visibly tired from the battle royal he just competed in. He stands atop of the stage and twirls the microphone in his hand waiting as The Black Hand line up against the ropes facing the stage.

Styles: All of you disgust me! Like a bunch of babies up there crying about how your asses got kicked. You all pretty much sucked besides Tommy who won but barely! So much for the big bad Black Hand! Failing to do anything worth somethin'!

Madison: You know I've kept my mouth shut out if respect for Jennings. He approached Tommy and I asking for us to take a look at you. Well, you're just not quite Black Hand material kid...so do yourself a favor and go back to your locker room before we stomp you out so you'll have to be fed by a tube!

Styles: Well I never wanted to be apart of a group of people who lack any actual intelligence and skill!

Madison steps through the ropes but Knox places a hand on his shoulder stopping him briefly.

Styles: Yeah, that's what I thought...go listen to your boss might as well let him feed you his bone!

Madison looks back at Tommy again, this time he lifts his hand off Madison and takes a few steps back. Madison climbs out of the ring and charges up the ramp. Styles charges down the ramp setting up a high impact collision.

West: Oh no! Here we go!

Harris: There's no scenario where this ends well!

Styles gets the immediate upper hand, taking Madison down with a spear. Styles remains on top hammering down with right hands. Madison bucks his hips up sending Styles forward. The slight shift of balance allows or Madison to reverse the rolls, flipping Styles onto his back. Madison rains down with right hands of his own. Styles manages to escape and both men make it to their feet. Before Styles could get situated he begins to get clubbed from behind. All of the other four members have joined in the brawl. Madison fights into the pile as they club him down to his knees. Looking close to being finished Styles rally's back behind the momentum of the fans cheering him on.

Lets Go Sty-les! Lets Go Sty-les! Lets Go Sty-les!

Styles elbows Madison in the gut forcing him to stumble backwards. He stomps down on Niobe's foot and then knife edge chops her across the chest. He blocks a strike from Jennings and runs his knee into his midsection. A couple of right hands to Raab and Knox respectively allows for Styles to get a moments breath. Madison nails a spinning elbow strike to the back of the head which sends styles back down to one knee. The rest of the group jumps back in clubbing Kurt the rest of the way to the ground. They resort to stomping as Styles attempts to cover up with no prevail.

West: How is that fair, it's five on one! They're like a pack of rabid wolves.

Harris: Styles practically came down here looking for fight. He's getting every bit of what he deserves!

Madison mounts Styles again and slightly lifts his head before clubbing him with 12 to 6 elbow strikes. The strikes open a cut along the hairline of Styles. As the blood flows Madison grabs Styles with a front face lock. Madison shifts his weight to the side and transitions one leg across the back of Styles and the other across the back of his head. Finally locking in his Peruvian Necktie choke hold he constricts his front face lock to tighten the hold! Styles begins to tap but Madison refuses to release the hold.

Security and officials run out hoping to end this melee. The other four members form a barricade preventing them from getting to Styles and Madison. The stalemate has the two sides standing across from one another. After Styles body goes limp Madison releases the hold and flips the motionless Styles onto his back. He stands to his feet and spits on the chest of Styles. Finally the members of the Black Hand move allowing for security and medical to get to Kurt.

West: He could have killed him! Enough is enough!

Harris: Again, he came out here on his own terms. He had to have known this would happen.

As medical is looking at Styles, Raab notices the microphone Kurt came out with laying on the floor. He bends down and picks it up, pressing it against his lips to address the fans.

Stefan Raab: While all of you lost your matches fairly. I had the match won until that disgusting freak clown Jason Kash coming through the crowd to help Reaver beat me in a match which is pathetic well what do you expect from the pair of them riding Reginald's dick with how they care about Asylum and putting the brand first when they don't at all especially when it comes to putting people over on Meltdown like The Natural Born Killerz along with Jason Kash making an excuse on having injured ribs so he wrestled CJ Gates here on Meltdown over wrestling on my show.

People have asked me why did I join The Black Hand? The answer is simple that I need to learn how to trust people. I couldn't learn on my own so I had to join these awesome talented wrestlers that know how to fight by themselves without needing any backup from anyone in The Black Hand team unlike the other stables and teams kissing each other's asses and now I got to deal with Shadow calling me all these names under the sun. If only he realized how much of a hypocrite he is with the amount of stuff he said is just sad especially complaining about not being booked like who the hell complains about something stupid like that? He's nothing more than a attention whore just like Jason Kash and Reaver are too.

See how I've changed my title to Raab-A-Mania Germancidal title? That's what it's going to be called now not the Suicidal title because I'm against any words relating to suicide. Just like Kurt and Biggs got destroyed lying on our feet at Shockwave and here tonight that if you mess with one of us you mess with us all and there's no team out there that are stronger and better than us.

Raab drops the mic to the floor. All of the members of the black hand rally around Madison who is still starring at Kurt Styles who's being treated by medical personnel. The group shares a laugh as they pat Madison on the back, lightening his mood up a bit. Hatebreed's "Destroy Everything" blares back over the PA system as they file out towards the backstage area, being barraged with boos from the unhappy crowd.

[President Jeff]

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall and is a Singles Competition. Introducing first..Anthony "The Future" Washington!

The lights dim dark as the fans begin to make loud chatter, anticipating who's about to appear. A huge diamond appears on the ACTION SCREEN as "I'm different" by 2 Chainz begins to blast over the PA system. The crowd starts making some noise with mixed reactions as others sing along.

I'm different, yea I'm different
I'm different, yea I'm different
I'm different, yea I'm different
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
middle finger up to my competition

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. The Mercedes continues to pull in, then comes to a complete stop in the middle of the stage. The fans continue to uproar mixed reactions as Anthony Washington slowly exits the car. 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 there and looked around.

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 begins strutting down the ramp slapping his chest and pointing at his face. 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 wipes his feet 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 as the music fades away.

Paige: And his opponent.."Your Scottish Sensation" Evan McDonald!

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.

Harris: I'm sorry, did Anthony Washington do the "Dougie"? Good god someone needs to slap the reality back into ignorant fools. Let's go McDonald!!

Singles Match
Anthony "The Future" Washington Vs. Evan McDonald

Before the bell rings Washington riles the crowd up after the round of boos they gave to McDonald. As Anthony hypes them he turns his back to McDonald and the Scottish Sensation capitalizes and attacks from behind. The bell sounds off as Evan stands over Washington and smiles as the crowd erupts in boos. Pushing off the canvas, Anthony Washington tries to get to his feet but McDonald is on him like flies on poo as he lays into Washington with stomps to the back. McDonald soccer kicks the ribs of Washington as he gets to his hands and knees before he grabs and pulls Anthony to his feet.

Grabbing Washington by the head, Evan McDonald arcs back and collides heads with Washington, hitting him with a headbutt. Washington falls back into the ropes, stumbling as he shoots back into the fall. McDonald steps in and hits a toe kick before planting Washington's head into the canvas with a well placed DDT.

West: Evan McDonald is showing a new side of him, I think people have been waiting to see this side of him come out. Complete control, regardless of how he's doing it.

Standing from the canvas, McDonald looks pleased with himself as the crowd gives him a good booing. Once again he rips his opponent off the canvas, aiming to do more damage and continue his control but Anthony Washington bursts free of the control. He drives a solid right hook to the jaw of McDonald and then a left. He walks McDonald back with a combination of punches and then slaps McDonald against the canvas, hitting a hard clothesline. Washington flexes out into a pose and the crowd eats it up.

Harris: Wanna bet he does the Dougie if he wins..What a fool...

West: Are you mad cause YOU can't do the "Dougie"?

Harris: What? NO!! I-I-I don't even know what the Dougie is..Is it a dance or something? Ugh..Watch the match!!

McDonald pops back up off the canvas and Washington is prepared. He presses to his opponent, chest to chest and pushes McDonald back against the ropes before Anthony Washington pulls on Evan's arm and whips him across the ring with an Irish Whip. McDonald reverses the whip, spinning and whipping Washington across the ring in his place. Springing off the ropes, Washington comes back at McDonald with blazing speed, goes for a Spear. McDonald leapfrogs it and Washington hits the opposite side ropes. Twirling around, Evan McDonald in a split second sees Anthony and catches him in a snapping side Powerslam. He hooks the leg and goes for the pinfall attempt as the referee drops and makes the count.

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As he rises, McDonald pulls up Washington with him. He stretches him out, whipping him across the ring yet again. As he bounces from the ropes, Anthony Washington drops and goes for another Spear but Evan McDonald rushes forward and lifts a knee, catching Washington to the face and stunning him. McDonald pulls him in and executes a Tiger Driver. The fans erupt with boos and hollers as McDonald covers Washington for the count.

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Paige: Winner via Pinfall...Evan McDONALD!!

Harris: Oh thank you! You owe me 20 bucks!!

West: Hey! You're not suppose to talk about us betting on matches! I mean...Congratulations to Evan McDonald..

The chorus to "Rock You Like a Hurricane" plays as the referee raises the arm of Evan McDonald. The crowd's reaction isn't even acknowledged by McDonald as he pulls free from the referee's victory arm raise and snarls down at his beaten opponent before throwing both his arms in the air once again.

[President Jeff]

Amy Zing is seated in the locker room, trying to stay focused on her upcoming match when Shione "SURGE" Ōshima enters. Amy opens her eyes and looks up.

Amy: Hey. Fair warning, Kaylyn hits hard and fights rough. Good luck out there tonight.

Already in her ring gear – hardly seen in anything else – the Japanese Megastar is ready with her nigh-trademark grin, planting one hand on her hip as she phrases a loose, relaxed shrug with the opposite shoulder.

Shione: Harder than Victor Hades? Rougher than...

She catches herself with a small, faintly embarassed quirk of a grin, waving a hand to dismiss her intended words.

Shione: Thank you, but... win or lose... I will be fine. One of us walks away, the other limps or crawls, but nobody is going to die. Not tonight. How about you? A title shot with Miss Pointy? You have a plan?

There's a hard edge to the words; it's more than a casual enquiry, a frown creasing Ōshima's brow. Amy shrugs.

Amy: No, not really. Robina is not the easiest person to plan for. You just have to sort make it up as you go, because you know she's just planning on hurting you.

The Crashing Wave is grinning again, a vicious edge to the gesture as she clenches a fist and nods.

Shione: Then for every time she hurts you, hurt her back. Hurt her harder. You will win tonight.

The Hong Kong Sensation seems less convinced, phrasing a shrug as she tries to stay calm and relaxed.

Amy: Well either way, I still wish you good luck.

As Amy offers a smile, Shione bends into a bow, still grinning – whether in a friendly or somewhat unhinged manner depending on your viewpoint - as she turns away and leaves the locker room with a brisk, energetic stride.

Harris: Ōshima sounded very sure of herself, Shane. Think she's up to something?

West: Both of these women are true competitors, I'm sure they wouldn't be 'up to' anything.

Harris: Yeah, well. I don't like it. I want to see Robina Hood retain her title without any foul play!

West: ...no comment, Dick. No comment whatsoever.

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 Action Screen. 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: From Denton, Texas. Standing at six foot eleven, weighing in at two hundred and ninety nine pounds, Shadow!

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 from Long Island, New York! Weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds...Mad "The Monster" Mumf!!

The main arena lights go out, leaving only a blue light filling the arena as the opening strains of Comfort Eagle play over the loudspeakers. Mad Mumf steps onto the entrance ramp, accompanied by Ryan Mumford and Ivy Summers, in his ring gear and a sleeveless hoodie. The hood's pulled over his head and his head is bowed down as he bounces on the balls of his feet to the beat of the music. As the tempo picks up he takes both hands yanks the hood off his head and throws his fists in the air as pyro goes off behind him on the ramp. He begins making his way to the ring, occasionally high fiving a fan before sliding in under the bottom rope. stretching his wrists and neck before awaiting the start of the match.

West: These two have a lot of give, a lot to fight for here tonight!

Harris: You can say that again! Shadow has been on a bit of a roll as of late and is really showing his Hall Of Fame Status. Mumf wants to show what the APW World has been missing in other promotions and now here. I'm excited for his career here to be honest..

SINGLES MATCH

Shadow Vs. Mad Mumf

Standing at the corner of the ring, Shadow looks across the ring with a gravely stare at Mumf. Rubbing his hands together, his glance pierces through Mumf and tries to take something away from him, maybe does a bit. Mumf grins and paces at his side of the ring, his eyes meeting to Shadow's as they both anticipate the sound of the bell. The referee kicks out some garbage from the ring, thrown by fans before finally signaling for the bell and it sounds off with the crowd's approval to kick start this match.

Harris: The referee must remove all debris from the ring before the sound of the bell.

Mumf waves in Shadow as he crosses the ring towards the much bigger sized man. They lock up and Shadow clearly has the upperhand in strength as he backs Mumf backwards. Mumf struggles but Shadow has him gripped tightly in a grapple as he pushes the smaller man back into the ropes. Shadow releases the grapple and slaps down into the bare chest of Mumf and immediately he holds his chest from the stinging blow. Grabbing him again, Shadow manhandles Mumf and launches him into the corner pads of the turnbuckles nearby.

Bursting from the corner, Mad Mumf springs to action, jumping up and cracking Shadow to the jaw with a forearm. Shadow stumbles back and Mumf comes at him again with another blasting forearm. The crowd explodes in cheers with each forearm as Shadow stumbles but doesn't fall. Quickly, Mumf toe kicks Shadow to the front of his right knee and awkwardly, Shadow drops to a knee. Mumf jolts to the side in a rush, hitting the ropes and springing off them hitting a side of the face dropkick to Shadow and putting the big man down on the canvas. Mumf hurries to make a quick pinfall attempt.

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West: "The Mumfster" is taking Shadow to a new level right now. He doesn't know what is hitting him!

Harris: Haha! You called him "Mumfster" nice play on names!

On his feet, Mad Mumf stomps down into Shadow and grabs him by his long hair and yanks on it to pull him off the canvas. As Shadow stands on one knee, Mumf walks back and springs off the ropes again. He comes in hot once again and goes for an Enziguri but Shadow catches the sweeping kick. Mumf bouncing on one leg sees the rage in Shadow's eyes as the big man bursts off his knee and crushes Mumf with a devastating clothesline.

Harris: And with that, Mad Mumf becomes a Victim..

As Shadow rises, the fans still remain cheering. The veteran of APW hears the rise of cheers as he drops a huge elbow down into Mumf's body. Getting up, Shadow pulls Mumf with him and the smaller man is moved around like he was weightless. Shadow whips him hard across the ring, he bounces off the ropes and Shadow snatches him and spins him over with a Powerslam. He keeps the leg hooked as the referee goes for the pin.

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He doesn't seem surprised that Mumf kicked out but more that the small guy has the fight he has in him. Ripping Mumf off the canvas, Shadow hooks him in for a Suplex and lifts the man up in the air but Mumf wiggles until he breaks free from the suplex as he hangs upside down. Mumf drops down behind Shadow and instantly grabs him and slowly lifts him with a Belly to Back Suplex and the rings rumbles as they collide into the ring canvas.

West: These two men are trading and giving these people two very different styles of action. I love it!

Both men move slowly to get up. Mumf almost falls forward as he pushes to his feet. He grabs the ropes to get his balance as Shadow pushes down on a planted knee and gets his standing. Taking a deep breath, Mad Mumf breaks into a run and heads across the ring at Shadow but the big man erupts from his dazed look and lifts a leg, cracking Mumf with a Big Boot that snaps his face sideways and he slumps into the canvas. The fans all in sequence go "OHHHHH" as the boot connects and Shadow looks pleased. Instead of going for the win, he rips Mumf off the canvas once again.

He lifts his opponent and places him across his shoulders in a Fireman Carry. He whips Mumf clockwise and snaps him forward with an Alabama Slam. Mumf's head bounces off the canvas as he goes limp to the body. Shadow drops to his knees and covers his opponent as the fans cheer for the powerful finisher.

Harris: THE DARK STORM! He nailed it! It's over! COUNT THAT MAN DEFEATED!!

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Winner: Shadow

Paige: Your winner....SHAAADDOOWWW!!

West: Wow! What a finish by the APW Hall Of Famer! Shadow is BACK FOLKS!!

"Trip The Darkness" begins to play as fans cheer for Shadow. He stands to his feet and allows the referee to raise his hand in victory. Mumf comes too but is clearly in a daze after that finisher connected.

[President Jeff]

Cameras catch up with The Unforgiven prior to their match with Sang Real and from the looks of things we probably aren't supposed to be seeing this conversation. On the one side we have Sentinel, his massive figure looming over someone with an arm braced against the wall in a manner that dissuades retreat. The Sisters of Suffering, Talon and Rayne, are standing back a bit with expressions of amusment and intensity intermingled on their faces. The one doing the talking is, as per usual, Zachariah Blood. Angled so that he's blocking the only other route for their, shall we say, quarry, he's giving said person the hard sell.

Zachariah Blood: "...you need to stop talking for once in your life and start listening. You're smarter than this. You know better than to involve yourself in grown-up business. It's a good way to become a cripple."

Rayne laughs quietly at that one while Talon nods with meaning. Zachariah reaches forward, toward the person he's speaking to, whose voice we cannot hear but which stops when the Masochist gets hold of them.

Zachariah Blood: "Just...stop talking. It's taking all my patience not to throttle you for even suggesting something that stupid. Get this through your head now, because it's the last time I'm going to say it..."

Zachariah leans in a little closer.

Zachariah Blood: "Time is almost up. For you, for your little friends...for everyone who's in our way. I suggest you make sure that message gets through. If we have to hunt you down again, you'll be in traction for a long time. Are we clear?"

For a moment, there is silence, but the camera pans around, and there is a mixed reaction as we see the pale, concerned expression of Tyler Harrison. Tyler groans and rubs one of his eyes, mumbling something in response, looking away from the imposing figures before him.

Tyler: Hrrrrrmmm... ssshhhifyousayso...

At that, Sentinel backs off, standing before the women who lose their genial expressions. Zachariah, smirking slightly, pats the cheek of Tyler.

Zachariah Blood: "Good man, Tyler. And when all is said and done...who knows? You might even like what goes down."

He turns and nods to the rest of The Unforgiven.

Zachariah Blood: "We're done here."

And they walk off...

Tyler stands there and takes a deep breath; perhaps a sigh of relief. He folds his arms and stands there in silence for a moment. He is quickly approached by Hannah Storm from the side.

Hannah: Tyler, after what just happened here with the Unforgiven and what happened two nights ago at Shockwave, w--

Tyler: Aaeeeeeehh!

Hannah: We wanted to know if--

Tyler: Jesus Christ, Hannah. Mind your damn business. I... GAH... I can't with you.

Tyler, muttering to himself nervously, walks out of frame, in the opposite direction of the Unforgiven, leaving Hannah standing alone with a slight frown.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall



Let! It! Roll~ and-- around and around and around the world!
Let! It! Roll~ and-- around and around and around the world!

The drums hit, and the singer's scream erupts around the arena as Seikima-II's 'Big Time Changes' brings forth a visibly-pumped Shione Ōshima. An energetic streak of orange and red, she emerges upon the ramp with a short, high-pitched roar of her own, fists clenched to either side before one is thrown righteously upward. Pyrotechnics fire in a series of sharp pops, blazing sparks flanking the powerhouse as she alternately strides and spins toward the ring, throwing hard slaps to the extended hands of her fans - and fierce grins to those not close enough to offer them the same treatment.

Paige: From Osaka, Japan, weighing in at over nine THOUSAND pounds, she is the Crashing Wave... Shione "SURGE" O-shiiiii-maaa!

On reaching ringside, Shione pauses with hands upon her hips, drawing a calming breath as she looks up at the ropes. And then she's a blur once more, springing onto the apron and lunging out onto the canvas with a sharp twist that brings her to the centre of the ring in time with the music, delivering another heavenward thrust of her right fist as members of the crowd obligingly shout along with the anthemic, "HEY!"

From there, she's all business, shaking out her limbs and rolling her neck as she proceeds to her corner - allowing the officials to check her over, whilst calmly smiling toward the opposite corner.

"What you get is what you see
it won't take much to get hooked on me
so shoot me right into your skin
and i will be your heroin

The lyrics to Porcelian and the Tramps- I'm Your Favorite Drug continued to play over the PA system as the lights fade putting the arena into total darkness. Just as the chorus would end there is a bang as the lights turn back on full blast and a cloud of smoke is on the entrance way with a figure standing within it. The chorus starts up once more but this time with the lyrics included is none other then Kaylyn Evans who steps out from within the smokey patch on the stage. As the chorus was being heard throughout the crowd a smiling Kaylyn Evans was on her way down the ramp with a stride that showed nothing but confidence in herself no matter what the outcome of today's event's would be. Dressed in a black and lime green set of attire Kaylyn flaunts her body as she walks past the fans.

Paige: And her opponent, from Brooklyn New York, weighing in at 119 pounds, she is KAYLAN...JAMES...EVANS!!!

Reaching the bottom of the ramp way Kaylyn stops and turns to the right heading around the ring and towards the far steps to ascend them and make her way onto the apron. Crossing the apron she stands there looking out at the fans. Hooking her arms on the top rope, in perfect Kaylyn fashion, she flipped back over the top rope and into the ring where she made her way around the ring looking out at all the fans in the arena, booing and not. As the music would cut Kaylyn would be focused and ready for what was to come.

SINGLES MATCH

Kaylyn James Evans vs. Shione "SURGE" Ōshima

This is an exhilarating match from the opening bell. Shione's clearly pumped coming into the contest, and KJE is bound to match her – an opening charge countered by an evasion that leads directly to an Abdominal Stretch from the smaller woman. Shione powers out of it, ramming her into the turnbuckle then delivering a high-angle Snapmare followed by a Basement Dropkick, pulling the Perfect Ten to her feet then picking her up for a devastating Backdrop Driver. KJE kicks out at two, and rolls out of the ring to regather herself whilst Shione postures to the fans. She makes a rookie mistake; she spends too long, and KJE is able to mount the turnbuckle and fire back with a Diving Double Knee, driving the Japanese Megastar down. Going to the mat, she fights for a Sharpshooter, settling briefly for a single leglock until she's kicked in the face, Shione finding her knees as the two trade strikes; a contest the larger woman ultimately wins out, though when she goes to pick KJE up again she's met with a rake of the eyes and a Spear. KJE manages to apply the Sharpshooter this time, showing technical acumen rather beyond Shione as the Crashing Wave comes close to tapping. She makes it to the ropes at last though, and both pause to regather.

Harris: I love a good ole womans wrestling match

West: We have two talented Megastars going at it, and I like what I'm seeing from Shione.

KJE gets the upper hand again, getting in several crisp strikes before driving her opponent to the corner for a session of Face Washes, hauling Shione up for a top-tope Huracanrana to close the deal. It gets a near-fall, Shione fighting back to her feet afterward to deliver an electrifying combination of elbow strikes, ending her own flurry with a brutal Uranage. Both women remain down for a moment, on equal footing when they stand again. A German Suplex from Shione gets a count of two, as does a beautiful Northern Lights Suplex from KJE, who then tries again for the Sharpshooter that almost ended it last time. Shione is quicker to fight out now, using knees and elbows, fired up as she tries to end it with a Kijo Clutch for a near-fall, then transitioning to a Camel Clutch which KJE breaks with grit of her own, getting back to her feet and setting up an STO. Another two-count, just shy of a fall.

Harris: Kaylan recently lot the Suicidal Title to Stefan Raab two weeks ago on Asylum.

West: A win for her tonight would assure her a rematch


They circle one another again, and this time it's Kaylyn who gains the upper hand, re-opening proceedings with – of all things – a Piledriver for which she hoists up the much larger woman and brings her crashing down, the ring vibrating spectacularly. The crowd is silenced, as KJE eggs them on and makes disrespectful gestures toward the downed Shione, allowing her to stand of her own volition before she waffles her in the face with a roundhouse kick-- that Shione tries to counter! Yelling defiance, she goes for a Capture Suplex, which KJE fights away with a shove of her leg that staggers the Japanese Megastar. Kaylyn drops her with another Spear and then goes for a Springboard Moonsault. Shione seems out already as Kaylyn picks her up and nails the Crusher (180 Tornado DDT) for the pin.

Winner: Kaylyn James Evans

Kaylans music hits and the ref raises her arm in victory. She celebrates as we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

A bell sounds!

Paige: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH and it is for the Action Packed Wrestling Tap-Out Championshiiiiiiiiiiiip!

The lights go out. Question marks are highlighted all around the arena in constant movement. Smoke fills the ramp. Sparks fall from the ceiling and the music begins to blast through the sounds speakers as Mr. Enigma makes his way slowly and methodically to the ring. Some fans boo as many of his loyal fans over the years chant his name. Enigma walks around the ring and then into the ring where he stands in the corner removing his garbs and awaits his opponent with a daunting look of intensity and focus.

Paige: Introducing the first challenger, in the ring, hailing from Jacksonville, Florida, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds… MR. EEEEEEEEENIGMAAAA!

The lights grow dim…

“Ohhhh, … the fire, the fire…”

“Ohhhh, … the fire, the fire…”

Jair comes from out of the back as he begins pounding his chest, hyping himself up with the crowd. The entrance ramp resembles that of a fire as the tron and the background visually shows flames. Hopkins bows his head as he bounces his head to the beat. He begins his process of walking down the ramp as the fans look for their favorite to greet them with hand slaps. Jair does so equally on both sides before reaching to the end of the ramp.

“One love, one game, one desire
One flame, one bonfire, let it burn higher
I never show signs of fatigue or turn tired
cause I'm the definition of tragedy turned triumph …”

Paige: And introducing the second challenger, in the ring from Bronx, New York, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds, representing the Dying Breed, he is one half of the APW Tag Team Champions… JAAAAIIIRRRR HOPKINS!

Staring at the ring, he bounces up and down, getting ‘loose’ before gaining a running start and sliding into the ring. He gets to both feet with quickness as he raises both arms up, pointing up high with the hand symbol of his crew, “The Dying Breed” as he climbs the nearest corner top rope. Again, he poses with the TDB hand symbol as the fans cheer for him. Hopping down, he smacks his head once to get into focus as he sits patiently in the corner, ready to do battle.

Paige: And their opponent…

The opening chords of ‘In The End’ start to play through the arena. A video package shown in black and white begins to play, showing clips of APW pay-per-view, and various televised matches having featured Logan Alexander. After a brief time, the current APW Tap Out champion emerges from the backstage area, walking casually out on stage with the Tap Out title draped over his shoulder, dressed to compete at usual but with the addition of a luchadore inspired mask with an open top allowing his hair to hang out.

Paige: Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and twenty three pounds, representing the NEW Sindicate, weighing in at two hundred and twenty three pounds, he is your Action Packed Wrestling Tap-Out Champion, Logan Alexander!

Moments later, a second person steps out from the entryway moving over beside Logan and stopping at the top of the ramp with him. Now standing beside Logan, this individual is of comparable height and build, wearing a similar mask, with blonde hair hanging over the top of the mask and a short ponytail hanging out from the back of the mask. He wears a much longer jacket, the bottom hem of reaches down to around his ankles, revealing wrestling boots beneath them. On the back of his jacket is the same logo that’s on Logan’s smaller jacket. The two trade looks and nod to one another before they start to walk down towards ringside, Logan just ahead of his companion.

West: Did I mention how surprised I am that you still have a job, Dick?

Harris: You and I both! But, let’s look at this match for a moment. Let’s just take a moment and look at these three competitors… You have Logan Alexander and Jair Hopkins, who have SO MUCH history with one another, and then we have Mr. Enigma who made waves when he debuted right here on Meltdown, and is continuing to shoot up the ranks on Raab-A-- excuse me-- Asylum! This is his chance to make a HUGE impact!

At ringside, Logan removes his ring jacket and hands it his companion and the two speak quietly to one another for several moments. Logan steps away and climbs the ring steps to the apron, then goes between the middle and top ropes, and enters the ring. Logan looks across the ring at his opponent, before handing the Tap Out title to the referee and then moves to the opposite corner of the ring from them. His companion steps around to that corner behind Logan, while Logan watches his opponents and awaits the opening bell.

The referee displays the championship to each side of the crowd as the music fades.

West: And that is what it’s all about!

Triple Threat - APW Tap-Out Championship
Logan Alexander © vs Mr. Enigma vs Jair Hopkins

As the bell sounds, Jair Hopkins wastes no time going right after Logan! The crowd roars as Hopkins collides with Logan with a Spinning Lariat Takedown! Logan is taken to the mat, rolling away, but Hopkins is struck from behind by Enigma with a Clothesline! Hopkins hits his elbows and knees hard, but Enigma is quick to rip him to his feet and shoot him across the ring. Hopkins hits the ropes and comes back into a Powerslam by Enigma! Enigma climbs to his feet and side-steps a Spear attempt from Logan Alexander! Logan slides to a stop and turns around, charging Enigma again, but he runs into an innverted Atomic Drop, followed by a slap to a loud, mixed reaction from the crowd.

Harris: Look at Mr. Enigma go!

West: He wants that championship! He’ll do whatever it takes to get his hands on it!

Logan, holding his jaw turns, but he turns right into a forearm by Hopkins! Logan is spun around and into another forearm, courtesy of Enigma! Logan is thrown to the ground and Hopkins leaps over him, taking Enigma to the ground with a Thesz Press! Enigma fights Hopkins off with an elbow to the mouth before he can react, however! Hopkins rolls away and Enigma pushes himself up, going after him, grabbing his arm and going to lock in his Crossface, the Venom’s Edge! The crowd roars, but Hopkins is able to roll through before the move is locked in! Hopkins climbs to his feet and charges Enigma for a Tornado DDT! Enigma rolls away and Hopkins turns around, but eats a Dropkick from Logan, to a quick pop from the crowd! Hopkins continues to try to get up, but falls victim to another trio of Dropkicks which seems to fire Logan up. Logan shoots a look out into the crowd, gazing into the masses for a moment before he slowly lowers his gaze toward Enigma, whom is climbing to his feet, using the ropes.

West: Logan Alexander is probably the most technically-gifted pure wrestler in Action Packed Wrestling. Competitors like him define that championship, and he’s about to show why!

Enigma gets to his feet and Logan hits a Back Suplex before quickly locking Enigma in the Sharpshooter!

Harris: Ahh! Perfect Chaos Theory!

West: It’s been a while since we’ve seen this move here on Meltdown!

Enigma screams out in agony and throws himself back and forth, as if trying to break his legs free of Logan’s grip, but Logan kneels down, applying pressure! The crowd roars and Enigma crawls for the ropes, but his movements slow. He reaches a hand up-- but Logan is struck, out of nowhere, with a lightning quick Savate Kick by Jair Hopkins! Logan hunches over in pain and is forced to release Enigma’s legs! Hopkins fires away with two European Uppercuts and then a Swinging Neckbreaker!

West: And now Hopkins is on a roll!

Harris: Has he ever performed a submission move in his life?

Hopkins quickly locks Logan in the Single Leg Crab! Logan is shocked at what’s transpired and tries to crawl away-- but Enigma drops down and locks Logan in the Crossface! The crowd roars and Logan writhes in agony while Rich watches from the outside, pacing, nervously.

West: LOOK AT THIS!

Harris: What happens?! What happens if Logan taps out?!

Logan is stuck in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go. He pulls at Enigma’s arms with his free hand but to no avail. He slams a fist on the mat in frustration and elbows forward, trying his best to crawl, but to no avail. Hopkins finally turns, seeing Enigma with the Venom’s Edge locked in, and releases Logan, dropping an elbow across Enigma’s back! Enigma groans and the crowd boos, thunderously.

West: Hahah… There are lots of Hopkins fans here tonight, but I don’t think they appreciated him breaking that up.

Hopkins lifts Enigma off of the mat and Irish Whips him across the ring, but Enigma grabs the ropes, preventing himself from rebounding. It makes no difference to Hopkins who charges him for a Clothesline, but Enigma launches Hopkins up and over! Hopkins lands on the apron behind Enigma and sprints to the turnbuckles, climbing to the top! Enigma finally turns around and Hopkins lands a Flying Calf Kick! Enigma rolls head-over heels from the move and climbs back to his feet, but Hopkins nails a Monkey Flip! Enigma groans in pain as he climbs to his feet once more and Hopkins goes for a Hurricanrana… But Hopkins is caught and driven to the mat with a Powerbomb!

Harris: And Hopkins is PLANTED!

West: His skull thudded off that mat.

Enigma turns and makes his way back toward Logan Alexander, stomping away at him viciously until Logan is backed into the corner.

West: It hasn’t been a good few weeks for the New Sindicate, particularly Logan. He’s been injured and off his game since Test for the Best, and who KNOWS where he stands with his tag team partner, Aubrey J. Parker?

Harris: He needs to worry less about the New Sindicate, and more about retaining that Tap Out Title. It’s-- OH LOOK!

Enigma slowly pulls Logan to his feet, but out of nowhere, Logan drills him to the mat with the Stryke Force cutter! The crowd explodes and Logan instinctively pushes Enigma over, as if going for a pin, but quickly realizes his mistake. Instead, he pushes Enigma away and makes his way back over to Hopkins, stalking him, motioning for him to rise to his feet. Hopkins gets up and backs into two German Suplexes from Logan! Logan lifts him up once more and places him on his shoulders, marching to the center of the ring before going for a Death Valley Driver-- but Hopkins flips to his feet at Logan’s side! He shoots the ropes and goes for a Cross Body, but Logan grabs him in mid-air, going for the Stryke Force!

...But Hopkins uses Logan’s own body to push himself away! The two men both drop to their knees and turn toward each other, slowly rising to their feet to an applause from the crowd.

West: This is intensity, Dick!

Logan claps his hands, getting the crowd behind him in a rhythmic chant as he and Hopkins circle the center of the ring and then lock up! The two are engaged in the classic collar-and-elbow, but Logan gains the upperhand with a knee to the midsection! Logan goes for a quick, and vicious Super Kick, but Jair ducks under it! Logan turns around, and Hopkins knees him in the gut, lifting him into the air for the Lifting Inverted DDT! The crowd roars and bulbs flash as Logan is drilled into the canvas!

West: Jair needs to look out--!

Hopkins turns around and is taken to the mat with a Snap DDT from Enigma! Enigma rises to his feet and signals for the end to the crowd. He hoists Hopkins to his feet and then into a Suplex position!

Harris: Murrrrdeeeeeeerrr!

West: Mr. Enigma’s looking for 187!

He goes to drop Hopkins for the Stunner, but Hopkins drops down behind him! In shock, Enigma turns around and throws a boot at Hopkins’ skull, but Hopkins grabs his foot and trips him before turning him over into the Single Leg Crab again! The crowd roars and Enigma is trapped! He crawls, and even shakes the unmoving Logan, trying to gain his attention, but Hopkins leans back in the hold, adding more torque!

Harris: He’s gonna have to tap! Hopkins is gonna break his--

West: He tapped!

Harris: He tapped?!

The cameras switch angles and we reveal Enigma lightly tapping on the mat, earning a roar from the crowd. Hopkins drops to his knees and the audience explodes as his music hits and the timekeeper hands the referee the Tap Out Championship.

Paige: Here is your winner and the NEEEWWWW Action Packed Wrestling Tap-Out Champion… JAAAAIIIRRRRR HOPKIIIIIIIIIIIINS!

West: He did it! Jair Hopkins is the NEW Tap-Out Champion!

Harris: With all one of his submission moves!

Logan Alexander comes to and glances at Hopkins, but with a look of indifference, rolls out of the ring, joining Rich. With the support of his masked comrade, Logan is guided up the ramp toward the back. Hopkins continues to celebrate in the ring with both championships, and the crowd grows louder as an applauding Anthony Bailey and William D. Williams jog to the ring to support their Dying Breed member.

West: It’s electric here on Meltdown! Congratulations, Jair Hopkins!

[President Jeff]

Paige: This next contest is a number one contenders match, for the APW tag team titles! First, at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty two pounds... SANG! RÉAL!

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

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

The two men climb the stairs and walk along the apron before entering the ring. In the middle of the ring, the two strike the same pose as they did at the entrance. Krown gets to his feet and the two climb the turnbuckles to pose. Dismounting, the two move to their corner and disrobe.

West: They certainly look ready to compete here tonight.

Harris: They're always ready, Shane!

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

"Bang, bang!
Bang, bang!"

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

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

"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.

Harris: These guys look ready, too...

West: I have to agree, it's hard to pick a favorite. Two very talented teams, Dick.

Harris: This is gonna be a war!

#1 Contender Tag Team Match
Sang Réal vs. The Unforgiven

The bell rings with Zachariah Blood stalking his team's half of the ring, posture low and expression intense upon a dangerously calm-looking Gabriel Krown. The crowd aren't sure where to place their loyalties; what results is a general state of uneasy noise as the two men circle and close for a lock-up.

West: They are so evenly-matched.

Harris: What are you talking about? Krown's way bigger than Blood!

The man with the four-pound weight advantage actually gets the upper hand, twisting out into an extended wristlock and briefly working the arm before driving a knee upward into the elbow joint. Blood snarls and fights back, whipping his other arm into a thrust to the throat, then clumsily raking the eyes. It's enough; Krown stumbles away, and Blood quickly capitalises with roundhouse kicks to the leg, driving his opponent back toward the looming form of Sentinel.

Harris: Uh oh!

West: The Silent Destroyer has him locked tightly from behind...

With Krown held in place, Blood drives in with several knees to the gut, before spinning to waffle his opponent with a Roaring Elbow. He bounces off the ropes – and the immovable form of Sentinel behind, who releases him to allow an abrupt stagger right back into the clutches of Zachariah Blood. The big man's partner grabs Krown in a side headlock, and whips him around into the ready raised knee of Sentinel. Wham!

West: Devastating teamwork by The Unforgiven. That's the key to this match, Dick.

Krown is down on the mat, leaving Blood time to play to the crowd – who jeer and boo on principle – an action he perhaps enjoys too much. Inch by inch, the downed technician is making his way back to his own corner. Blood gets back in the game and grabs a handful of hair just an instant too late to prevent a lunging tag.

Murphy comes in over the ropes, body athletically flopping into a flying European Uppercut. He lands on all fours as Blood goes down onto his back, floating over into a quick pin attempt.

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Harris: C'mon, that was never gonna happen!

West: It's about sending a message. Sang Réal want to win this.

Harris: Then they need to hit harder!

Getting back to his feet with Blood dragged in tow, Murphy drives a fist into the Masochist's gut and then seizes him in a front facelock before driving him down hard with a DDT, rolling him back over for another pinning attempt.

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West: With authority by the so-called 'Patron Saint' of Suffering.

Harris: That's right he's a saint, and you should respect him!

West: Respect is earned, Dick, not given.

Both men are back on their feet now, and circling one another – tentatively on the part of Blood – Murphy looking every bit as confident as his partner at the outset of this match. He even pauses to play to the crowd himself, pointing to a girl at the front of the audience and blowing her a slow, seductive kiss.

West: A shameless display.

Blood is having none of it, sneering as he darts in and goes low under an attempted jab counter, snapping the Irish-American brawler to the mat with a double-leg takedown and clambering up to succeed it with fists to the forehead. As the ref moves in to warn him, Blood spins out and seizes an arm, sitting back into a fiercely-applied armbar. Murphy struggles in the hold for several seconds, before bucking his entire body – managing to gain greater proximity to the ropes.

Harris: So close yet so far!

West: I agree. When you're in this manner of predicament, those ropes look miles away...

A second surging effort brings Connor Murphy close enough to seize the bottom rope, the ref moving in to break the hold. Blood looks frustrated, running a hand through his hair and growling something under his breath as he turns around to mount a fresh offensive. This time he darts straight into a raised bootheel, hands slapping the mat as he thrusts himself back toward his corner following the blow.

Harris: Talk about messages, Shane...

West: Indeed. Sang Réal look strong here. Maybe too strong.

Harris: You wanna talk about strong?!

There's a ripple through the crowd as Zachariah Blood makes the tag to Sentinel, the big man taking his time to slowly step over the top rope and face off against a wide-eyed Connor Murphy. His astonishment is fleeting, however, before he flashes a crooked grin and draws himself up in mimickry of the big brute. The Silent Destroyer looks down at him impassively, stepping in close before thrusting his head down and forward. Their foreheads collide with a clunk.

West: That headbutt looks to be too much for Connor Murphy.

Harris: Sentinel's got a big head!

The big man grabs both Murphy's legs and spreads them to land a heavy stomp to the midsection – before turning to apply an Indian Deathlock. Murphy lets out a scream and fights toward his corner, limbs flailing and neck muscles straining as he gives his all to getting out of this second submission attempt.

West: Connor Murphy could be in trouble here.

Harris: Or maybe not!

Gabriel Krown has ducked through the ropes behind the referee, covering the distance in two steps to launch his body into a Dropkick right to the back of Sentinel's skull. The crowd 'ooooh!' as it lands, Krown landing and getting to his feet to find the Silent Destroyer still standing. The ref turns to admonish Murphy's partner, who is already halfway into a second dropkick. The referee is struck in the bargain, and goes down – but so does the big Sentinel, with a mighty crash.

Harris: Ha ha! I love it!

Now freed, Murphy gets back to his feet, and both men bend to pick up Sentinel. They're coordinating their effort when Blood comes in from behind, actually using his massive partner as a springboard...

Only to come down with a hand behind the heads of Murphy AND Krown, driving them simultaneously to the canvas.

West: An electric manouevre from Zachariah Blood, both men taken down with authority!

Harris: And the ref is still down, Shane!

Wasting no time, Blood rolls back to his feet and pounces on Murphy as Sentinel scoops up Krown, bringing the Sang Réal technician to his feet. Blood stops when Murphy is on his knees, still dazed from the Double Bulldog. The Unforgiven trade a glance, a nod, and then strike as one; a Buzzsaw Kick from Blood, and a lariat from Sentinel driven into Gabriel Krown's neck. The Chains of Fate and the Mindbreaker. The crowd pops.

West: Phenomenal teamwork, and such devastating blows from the Unforgiven.

Directed by Blood, the towering Silent Destroyer drags one member of Sang Réal atop the other, adding a few lackadaisical kicks to the ribs and kidneys for good measure. Pacing back and forth hungrily, Blood keeps an eye on the referee, moving in once he stirs to help the man back to his feet.

Harris: Look, he really cares about him! What a guy!

With the ref back in action, Sentinel moves aside and allows Blood to take the pin on both downed men.

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SIMULTANEOUS kickout by Sang Réal!

With the strength of both men, Zachariah Blood is launched across the ring, striking the post hard. The ref is meanwhile ejecting the big Sentinel before forcing one of Sang Réal to depart also. Murphy takes the opportunity to recover, leaving Krown and Blood the legal men once more. Krown is easily able to scoop up the stunned Blood from the corner, driving him back with a swift Snap Suplex before trading places and taking to the second rope.

Harris: Ouch! Right in the breadbasket!

West: Gabriel Krown with a huge elbow drop from the second rope, and Blood doesn't know where he is!

Krown isn't done, though, stalking Zachariah Blood only briefly then hauling him up once more. This time it's for a picture-perfect Northern Lights Suplex, holding the bridge as the referee applies a count.

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Kickout by Blood!

Getting back to his feet, it's Krown's turn to appear frustrated. With the 'Patron Saint' still down, he circles him and seizes a leg, a ripple running through the crowd as he does so. A few fans cheer more loudly than the others, the camera briefly focusing on them to show each clad in a shiny new Sang Réal t-shirt – the blended clover and crown motif plain to see.

West: It appears both teams have their fans here...

Harris: After what they said about this town, too? Suckers! I love it.

West: You would. I think it's shameful to be so ungrateful to the people who support you.

Harris: They must love it too, Shane, or they wouldn't keep buying t-shirts!

The noise picks up as Krown stops teasing and goes for the Sharpshooter, locking in his customary Checkmate finisher upon a well-punished Zachariah Blood. On the apron, Sentinel begins to move, getting one leg over the ropes and forcing the referee to step in to dissuade him. Blood, meanwhile, is starting to scream from the pain.

Harris: The ref has his work cut out here!

West: He does, and... did Zachariah Blood just tap? I can't see properly, and the referee can't see at all!

Sentinel continues to occupy the ref, as Connor Murphy cries out to draw attention to the submission occurring in the centre of the ring. Zachariah Blood continues to fight, inching closer to the ropes – but he's got a long way to go. Murphy moves out of desperation, entering the ring and pushing past the ref to attempt a third dropkick upon the big man...

Sentinel moves aside on the apron, palming the Irish-American's boots aside and letting him fall hard to the canvas before holding his arms up in (silent) beseechment to the referee.

The ref turns and bends down to admonish Connor Murphy now, seeking to eject him from the match. With his back now to Sentinel – and the submission remaining in his blind spot – Zachariah Blood finally frees himself, managing to reverse the hold briefly; though it's almost immediately broken by Gabriel Krown.

Harris: He knows his own move, Shane!

Blood buys enough time to scrabble away, though, making the tag to Sentinel and making the big man legal just in time for the referee to restore order in Sang Réal's corner – and Krown to stop protesting and get to his feet.

He meets an onrushing force in the form of Sentinel, who remains silent and deadly as he lifts him overhead, turns around and Military Presses him right into the centre of the ring. The ringposts quiver with the impact.

Sentinel's boot falls on Krown's chest for a very casual pinfall attempt.

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Kickout by Krown!

West: I don't know what he was thinking; he didn't have any leverage there.

Harris: A message, Shane! It's a message!

Connor Murphy has seen enough, and comes over the ropes once more. This time he's joined quickly by Zachariah Blood, the referee unsure where to look as all four men collide in the middle of the ring. Sentinel barely misses Murphy with a discus lariat, while Blood goes to work on the kneeling Krown with elbows to the head – then stomps to the chest and gut.

Murphy's faring better, twisting around after his evasion and catching Sentinel first with a European Uppercut, then a tight Sleeper Hold – ultimately cinching his legs around the big man to lock it even more tightly.

West: This is chaos – who is the legal man out there?

Krown rolls to the ropes as Blood pursues him frantically, managing to get half to his feet and block a replying elbow before ramming a fist into the Patron Saint's midsection. He rises to his feet, taking a lunge forward to drop Blood with a swinging neckbreaker – wasting even less time in getting up and darting toward Sentinel and Murphy.

He applies a drop toe hold, managing to bring the behemoth down facefirst; with Murphy still latched onto his back, Sentinel's legs kicking as he struggles against the hold. Krown rolls back to his feet, only to meet a recovered Blood, who locks up with him only briefly before gaining the upper hand, positioning him for...

West: An hellacious Brainbuster, and Gabriel Krown looks to be in trouble now!

Harris: Isn't he still the legal man?!

West: Yes, but Zachariah Blood isn't!

Harris: He's going for the pin anyway!

The referee stands between an illegal submission attempt and an illegal pin now, all but scratching his head in confusion as he stares back and forth. He moves toward each in turn, seeming to consider applying a count and asking for the call – though Sentinel isn't tapping. Blood sees the dilemma and spits something venemous, getting to his feet and leaving Krown to get up separately as he instead goes for Connor Murphy.

West: A vicious knee to the head of Connor Murphy, barely missing his partner in the process!

A second and third follow, before Murphy is forced to release his hold, allowing Blood to scoop him up and drop him once more with a basic, but effective trip takedown. The Masochist bends to help up his larger partner, only to be struck from behind by Gabriel Krown. A few forearms to the back set up a German Suplex.

Harris: That looked like it stung!

Blood folds up on the canvas, leaving Gabriel Krown to move to the recovering Sentinel.

West: Oh my, is he looking to deliver a suplex to the silent giant?

The crowd begin to cheer Krown on in spite of themselves as he struggles with the behemoth, forced to throw in a few forearms to loosen him up before...

Harris: Woah!

Sentinel goes up high and comes crashing down, all near-three hundred pounds shuddering the ring as Krown manages an astonishing Release German Suplex. Sentinel even bounces once or twice before coming to a stop, limbs flopping to either side. Krown isn't much better after the effort, rolling onto his own back and drawing heavy gasps.

West: Blood smells blood – in the water.

Harris: That was terrible, Shane.

Though staggering slightly, Blood is indeed setting up for a nasty elbow drop across the throat of Gabriel Krown, sneering at his downed opponent before he theatrically applies the move – a moment of posturing that costs him, as Connor Murphy rolls to his feet and immediately runs forward with a boot to the gut. It catches Blood hard as he falls into it, his cough erupting around the ring. Murphy catches him before he can fall, hauling him inward and then upward...

West: Oh my goodness, can it be? Is this where Sang Réal end this thing?

Harris: Told you they looked ready, Shane.

Boom! Connor Murphy returns the favour of a brainbuster with his Murphy's Law, the Vertical Brainbuster all but drilling Zachariah Blood through the middle of the ring, laying the Masochist out next to his similarly downed partner. Murphy gestures to the crowd and grins, pausing to blow another kiss to a fortunate young lady before helping his partner to his feet. Krown is unsteady, but gets himself across Sentinel for a pin – as Blood lies helpless.

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VIOLENT KICKOUT by the Silent Destroyer!

In rage and frustration, Connor Murphy rams a boot into the side of Zachariah Blood, before he and his partner both turn their attentions to the rising Sentinel. Murphy is red-faced and sweating as he gets the big man into the gutwrench position; the crowd murmuring again as they recognize the setup for Sang Réal's tag team finisher.

Krown is ready to finish the combination, smirking momentarily before he runs forward...

Harris: Oh crap!!

...and falls flat on his face, the seemingly KO'd Blood recovering just enough to throw out a hand and trip him by the ankle. He rolls onto his back afterward, clearly still dazed, as Murphy is no longer able to hold Sentinel and falls to a knee, dropping the big man before falling to a three-point position, gasping.

West: Everybody seems out for the count, now. Can any man stand long enough to win this thing?

Flopping into another roll, Blood manages to stop Gabriel Krown from thrashing upright, and then somehow even lands a whirring elbow strike straight to the throat. Krown goes down choking, Blood following him soon after, just barely propping his otherwise ragdolling body up on his forearms.

The Silent Destroyer has meanwhile pulled himself to kneel opposite Murphy, and two trade strikes back and forth – fists and forearms, elbows and finally headbutts, a contest the big man wins cleanly; though the lights are all but out in his own face, he pushes himself up with a pronounced scowl, wobbling as he finds his footing.

Harris: Sentinel can! Sentinel can!

West: I wouldn't be sure about that just yet...

The crowd's response is loud, but decidedly mixed – as it has been all match – as Sentinel bends to pull Gabriel Krown up with an effort that actually elicits a grunt from the big man. Blood lifts a hand as if to assist, though he's not got the angle or remaining strength to do a great deal more – and regardless, the giant's effort proves enough.

A wrenching surge of muscle sees him pumphandle Krown into the air, an abrupt sit-out nailing the Michinoku Driver II.

West: A move he calls the Black Lightning! But will it need to strike twice?

Harris: Oh, man, please stop...

With the turnbuckles still quivering, Sentinel keeps Krown locked to the canvas, leaning in and seizing a leg to press the pin hard. The referee looks relieved, finally able to hit the mat and apply a count between legal men.

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Chase:THREE!!!

Winners: The Unforgiven

Harris: I told you so!

West: No, you did not, but regardless – Sentinel had the last laugh in this one, and the Unforgiven are the number one contender for the tag team titles! They will meet Overdrive's NewGen Rising for a shot at the champions...

Harris: Doesn't that make both teams the number TWO contenders, Shane?

West: It means what it means, Dick. It means our champions could be NewGen Rising... or the Unforgiven.

Harris: With their mysterious benefactor! Who do you think it is, Shane?

West: I don't know. It could be anyone.

Harris: It could be! It could be me!

West: It is almost certainly not you.

Harris: You said 'almost'!

In the ring, Sentinel and Blood are celebrating with Lady Rayne and Talon, Blood remaining unsteady but still taking the time to mock their fallen opponents. He looks to the crowd, gestures about his waist and then mimes cutting his throat, while the big man beside him merely folds his arms and glowers agreement. The response is no longer mixed; knowing what's coming next for the Unforgiven, the crowd are openly jeering and booing their disapproval.

West: They've got Terry Marvin's blood on their hands, and soon...

Harris: It could be Brian Hollywood and Jace Savage! It could be Dying Breed! It could be the tag titles!

West: It could, indeed...

[President Jeff]

We pan to the commentary table where Shane West and Dick Harris look into the camera.

West: For those of you that joined us on Sunday for Shockwave, we appreciate you for inviting us into your homes and coming out and watching our Megastars perform.

Harris: It was a hell of a night. We said goodbye to Megastars like Evan Envi and Keaton Saint, but we saw the return of Nathaniel Havok, and the return of ASYLUM!

West: And there was also a great Undisputed Championship match where Aubrey J. Parker and Terry Marvin absolutely wrestled their hearts out to the appreciation of those in attendance the Joe Louis Arena... But unfortunately, after the match... Well-- let's just show you.

Harris: This is ALMOST hard to watch!

Shockwave 2013 - Main Event Aftermath

Nailz: What a match! What a Championship Match we just witnessed! Aubrey J. Parker gave Terry Marvin all she had, but in the end, Terry showed why he's held the Championship for a year!

Beckett: Both the challenger and the champion pulled out all the stops here tonight, and it really could have gone either way! Still, congratulations to Terry Marvin on a successful defense!

"Hate Me Now" blares over the speakers as Terry gets up to his knees and gets his arm raised by the ref! AJP is stirring as the ref reaches for the belt from the timekeeper. Before the ref can hand it to Terry, AJP reaches up and snatches it from him, hugging the belt! Terry glares at Aubrey, staring daggers into her! Aubrey slowly pushes herself up with one hand and then to her feet. The two stand in silence, in a tense staredown. Finally, Aubrey hands Terry his belt, and raises his hand in victory!

Beckett: What a classy move by Aubrey J. Parker here, raising Terry Marvin's arm in victory!

With their arms still raised into the air, the crowd applauds the efforts of Aubrey J. Parker and Terry Marvin. Aubrey J. Parker takes a bow, perhaps a second before Terry-- but as Terry begins to do the same, he is suddenly struck from behind and knocked violently to the canvas! Aubrey tumbles to the ground with him. The Undisputed Championship thuds against the mat and slides a few feet away, but as Aubrey and Terry turn, we see that the Unforgiven have stormed the ring! Without their ladies at their side, Sentinel and Zachariah Blood hover above the two.

Nailz: No! Enough is enough! Haven't these guys done enough damage to people like Logan Alexander and Shadow over recent weeks?! These two just wrestled a classic!

Beckett: Well, it looks like the New Sindicate is the next target!

Aubrey J. Parker looks up at the two in fear as they begin to close in on her...

Beckett: Talk about betrayal!

However, soon, both of them set their sights on Terry Marvin, who climbs to his feet. Zachariah Blood rushes him first, driving Terry to the mat with a Shining Wizard! Terry falls into the corner. Sentinel and Blood begin to stomp away at the grounded Terry Marvin, and he tries to cover up, but the onslaught continues... And continues... And continues!

Nailz: Somebody get in there! Security! AUBREY! Someone!

Aubrey shrieks for the two to "stop it, please!" but her cries and pleas go unanswered. Finally, after what seems like upwards twenty seconds of stomping, Sentinel forcefully pushes the overzealous Zachariah Blood back. Blood grins as Sentinel grabs Terry by his hair and forces him to his feet, looking out into the booing crowd. Terry is coughing up blood and unable to stand on his own two feet. He's forced into a Suplex position by Sentinel and held up in the air, upside-down as Sentinel marches around the ring.

Nailz: Not this! Come on! You proved your point!

Sentinel drops Terry down into a Sit-Out Powerbomb position to the dismay of the audience. Terry goes limp on the mat while Aubrey J. Parker buries her face in her hands from the corner and allows tears to stream down her face. Terry is forced to his feet once more, completely limp this time.

Beckett: This is...

Sentinel holds Terry up for the Vertical Suplex for a few second sbefore driving him down with the Sit-Out Powerbomb he calls the Black Sunset once again. He stands up and stands over Terry while a pleased Zachariah Blood pats him on the back. Aubrey lowers her hands and looks, distraught, at the broken Terry in the middle of the ring. She slowly begins to shake her head, lips trembling. It isn't until the Unforgiven exit the ring that Aubrey crawls over to Terry, screaming for help from the back.

Nailz: Terry Marvin's in a bad way. He may have suffered some internal bleeding. This-- this is disgusting. The Unforgiven were completely out of line. These two just wrestled a five-star CLASSIC for that Undisputed Title, and then Zachariah Blood and Sentinel come out here and-- and they do THIS. And for what?

Blood points to Aubrey yelling "pay up, Parker!" before chuckling and disappearing into the back alongside Sentinel. As paramedics rush down to the ring, Aubrey continues to sob over the unconscious and unmoving Terry. Our cameras pan over to the fallen Undisputed Championship which lies in the corner of the ring as our scene starts to fade.

We return to the arena where the images of Aubrey J. Parker, Terry Marvin, and Asylum's interviewer, Jack Spade, are shown on the Tron to a pop from the crowd.

West: Next Sunday on Asylum, Jack Spade is going to sit down with the New Sindicate in the middle of the ring and discuss EXACTLY what happened that night!

Harris: I can't wait for that!

West: It's gonna be explosive, and... Rumor has it, the Unforgiven is invited to that party.

Harris: Things are gonna get wild on Asylum, Shane. It's a good time to be a wrestling fan.

The image on the Tron fades out.

[President Jeff]

Paige: The next contest is our main event, and is scheduled for one fall. It is for the North American championship!

Harris: Oh man, I can't wait. This hasn't been defended in a while!

West: It's not been defended at all, by this champion. This is a huge night for her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…from Sherwood Forest…weighing in at one hundred thirty-two pounds……your North American champion, ROBINA HOOD!

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

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

Paige: And the challenger...

I'm stuck in your head
I'm back from the dead
Got you running scared
I'm fearless

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

Ready for a showdown
And we're face to face
I think I'll rearrange
It put you into place
You don't get the best of me
Check it you're afraid of me

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

Paige: From San Francisco, California, by way of Hong Kong, China... AMY! ZING!

Ready for a showdown
And we're face to face
I think I'll rearrange
It put you into place
You don't get the best of me
Check it you're afraid of me

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

I'm calling you out
I'm taking you down
But don't you come around
I'm fearless
I'm fearless
I'm fearless

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

West: What a competitor is Amy Zing. She's been pursuing this title a long time.

Harris: So had Robina Hood, Shane!

Once the competitors are checked over, they move to the centre for a rundown by the referee. At this point Amy Zing offers her hand, and even a smile to her opponent – the gesture one of absolute respect. Robina Hood looks her over, up and down, then stares levelly at the extended hand. The moment seems to stand still...

And then she slaps the hand downward, looks up, and gives Amy Zing a shove to the sternum that sends her stumbling back into her half of the ring. Hood barks out a laugh as the boos begin, and steps back to take her own place.

North American Title Match
Robina Hood © vs. Amy Zing

Ding ding ding! Both competitors are fired up for this one, coming out of the gate with a mutual dash to the centre of the ring. Robina goes high with an attempted clothesline, though the smaller and faster Amy Zing makes the smart choice: she ducks in low, kicking out both legs into a dropkick to the shins.

Harris: Man, that's dirty! I like it!

West: I think Amy Zing is anything but dirty, Dick...

Spinning back to her feet, Zing is ready for Robina, aiming a pinpoint kick straight to the rising Iron Maiden's temple. The impact sends her flat onto her back, seeing stars above the ring and buying the Hong Kong Sensation time to get to her feet, climb a turnbuckle and get the crowd clapping along with her. Once they are, she cries, "Come on!!!"

Harris: She is fired UP!

Wiping her face and muttering obscenities, the North American champion takes a knee, warily eyeing the turnbuckle adorned by Amy Zing before getting cautiously to her feet. An over-the-shoulder glance from the Hong Kong Sensation directy precedes a sudden flip, the lightweight woman entering a controlled corkscrew before--

Harris: Woah!

She collides with the canvas, Robina darting sidelong at the perfect moment, then twisting about to aim a soccer kick straight to the ribs. As Zing rolls in pain, the North American champeen dives upon her, dropping a forearm across the face, and driving several harsh punches into her side before unceremoniously grabbing her head and slamming it repeatedly against the mat, screaming all the while.

West: Amy Zing was looking good, but this isn't a champion who goes down easy.

Harris: ...tee hee.

West: Would you keep your head on this match, please!

Hood's punishment comes to a close with one last slam, and she rises to her feet with her arms flamboyantly raised, playing the crowd with a dissonantly cheerful grin before taking a bow to each side. This just makes them boo and hiss all the louder, a few paper cups even making it to the ring as her greatest dissenters make their dislike known.

"ROBINA SUCKS! ROBINA SUCKS!"

The Emo Princess eats it up, grinning ear-to-ear as she turns and hammers the toe of her boot once more into Amy Zing's ribs. The Hong Kong Sensation is agonized, but when Hood tries for a third, she's able to roll aside nonetheless, reaching the ropes and pulling herself uncertainly upright as Robina begins to stalk her.

Zing turns into an oncoming ball of rage, getting a leg up too late and whiffing a high roundhouse clearly designed to decapitate her opponent. Robina's too close, though, Zing's foot finding only air as she's grabbed in the iron clutches of the maid from Sherwood. A knee to the stomach doubles her over, and Robina drags her to the centre of the ring.

Harris: She's got a plan, Shane!

West: Say what you like about Robina Hood, but she always does. And her plan now--

Amy Zing is whipped toward the ropes, making it a single step before Robina pulls her right on back.

Harris: Already?!

She goes for the Execution, the crowd spitting displeasure as one.

Amy Zing looks helpless for an instant. It could be over already!

But she ducks her head, the lariat catching her across the cap of her skull, enough to make her stumble past an astonished Hood – the grip upon her broken by surprise alone. Amy Zing hits the opposite set of ropes and comes back hard and fast, catching the Emo Princess with a high crossbody from which she bounces flawlessly back up. Throwing an arm to the crowd, she hits the ropes again, spinning forward into a descending Axe Kick that raises a wild cheer from the crowd!

West: She is so innovative, and so fast. It's a wonder she's never held a title here...

Harris: It's no surprise. Amy Zing can't close. It doesn't matter how good you look, if you can't win!

Zing poses for the crowd before rolling a stunned Robina up for a pin.

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Wasting no time arguing the point, the Hong Kong Sensation kips up – placing her weight across Robina in the process, another mild innovation – and hits the ropes again, this time hopping onto the second rope and darting a glance over her shoulder before she launches...

And catches the recovering Hood with a flying Reverse Tornado DDT. She floats over immediately for the pin!

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Kickout by Robina Hood!

Harris: Not enough!

West: It very nearly was. Amy Zing is holding nothing back here.

Slow to regain her feet after that flurry of offensive moves, Amy pauses to recover breath – giving a dishevelled and scowling Robina just enough time to get back to vertical base herself. She circles the Hong Kong Sensation, flicking out her wrists and then going for a lock-up that Zing attempts to evade; darting around the Iron Maiden's flank--

--right into a BRUTALLY hard elbow that quite literally spins her from her feet.

Harris: Oh! Oh shit! Hahaha!

Robina doesn't go for a pin, but moves back to the ropes instead, leaning against them with a mock air of nonchalance as she watches Amy Zing crawl up onto all fours and shake herself back awake. The Iron Maiden continues to watch, leaving Zing somewhat bewildered as she briefly circles before following the crowd's urging to hit the ropes once more. She comes in just as fast as the last time, twisting about and leaping at the last instant to lash out with an epic leg lariat...

...which Robina Hood counters by leaning right back into the ropes, using the resulting pressure to slingshot into a Big Boot that catches Amy Zing in mid-air, LAUNCHING her across the ring and under the bottom rope.

West: Our North American champion certainly knows how to hit.

Harris: She does: hard as hell, Shane!

Amy Zing is on her feet on the outside, but staggering blearily, forced to reorient herself on the barrier outside. Robina smirks darkly, fixing her hair as she moves to the nearest set of ropes and takes her sweet time clambering through. This gives the crowd plenty of time to work up the jeers; they know what to expect of the Emo Princess.

West: If you give her the opening like that, she's sure to take it...

The referee is ready to apply the count, and shouts warnings to Robina Hood inbetween – warnings she answers with 'innocently' raised hands and a disarming smile once she's found her footing below. She moves to Amy Zing as if about to help her upright; assistance that Zing blindly accepts, only to meet a punch to the mouth and a boot to the back that sends her toppling into the crowd. A circle forms around her, people vacating their chairs to make way.

Harris: They're in Robina's territory now! Zing's got no hope!

The Emo Princess vaults the barrier easily, landing beside Zing with a grin to the crowd. There's a stirring from their ranks, several braver fans gesturing and yelling insults at Robina as she moves to fold up a steel chair.

West: You might say that, but the crowd is on Amy Zing's side. And--

Harris: What the hell! That can't be legal!

There's a commotion from a couple of rows back, and a figure surges from the front of the crowd, clad in torn jeans and an APW ring crew shirt. Robina briefly scowls, pausing with the chair raised above Amy Zing to tell the interloper to beat it – until she and the fans realize at the same time that this is no member of the ring crew.

West: That seems to be Shione Ōshima, and while it's probably not legal for her to be here...

Harris: Ugh, I know what you're going to say.

Shione flashes the grin that's becoming her trademark, raising her arms to get some support from the crowd before she stomps forward and almost calmly snatches the chair from Robina Hood's grasp. The Iron Maiden comes to with a snarl, lunging forward in an attempt to grab her weapon back.

West: It wasn't legal for her to have that, either, Dick. This is fair game in my opinion, and in the opinion of the fans!

The Crashing Wave manages to keep the chair away, but it costs her; as she ducks and turns away with the chair out of Robina's reach, the North American champion cuts her losses and goes for a low blow on the Japanese Megastar, thrusting a forearm straight up between her legs. Smirking, she straightens and kicks Shione facefirst into the crowd.

Harris: Wow! I didn't know that worked on women!

West: Well, it does, and it's yet another shameful move from Robina Hood. Is that how a champion fights?

Harris: It is if she wants to win, Shane.

All this commotion has given Amy Zing ample time to recover, and once Robina turns she finds herself face-to-face with the Hong Kong Sensation. Amy smiles as the crowd cheer uproariously, then spins around into a Leaping Crescent Kick, all but taking Robina's head from her shoulders as she launches the Emo Princess back into the barrier.

Pouncing forward, she vaults her opponent and comes down on the other side, but not before she flips...

West: Oh my!

And wraps her legs around Robina's head, launching her up and over onto the hard matting outside the ring. Amy comes up on her knees, then stands with a spin and a bow to the jubilant fans before her.

Wasting no more time, the dimunitive Zing (wo)manhandles Robina Hood up to her feet and pushes her up onto the apron and between the ropes, following her up in more brisk and energetic fashion. Hood is still halfway up when Zing ducks through the ropes, in time to react with a startled – but still effective-looking – roundhouse kick. Robina manages to block it, holding onto the leg and using it to trip Zing before clamping on a grapevined Ankle Lock.

Harris: Yeah! The champion is still in this!

West: She does seem to be!

Amy's near enough the ropes that she gets out after a few seconds, letting out a high-pitched yell as she shows off her flexibility by bending over Robina and snatching the bottom rope. The referee breaks the hold, both competitors getting up and shaking themselves loose as they begin to circle one another.

West: I get the feeling this match isn't far from ending.

Harris: Right. Robina's reasserted herself, and she's not the champion for nothin'.

The two women lock up, and it's hard to pick a clear winner as they battle back and forth – Robina gets a wristlock quite abruptly, but even more rapid is the forward flip and twist by Amy Zing that gets her out of it, following her escape with a kick to the shins, before a second twist gives her control of the wristlock. Hood snarls, slapping at her shoulder and performing a BACKflip in return, landing on her knees and wrenching down hard to break the hold before diving for the legs. Her attempt to drive the Hong Kong Sensation to the ground seems successful; until Zing rolls through and then rolls up her opponent, going for a pin.

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West: What an exchange from these two women who know each other so well!

Harris: Aww, they're like a pair of lovers, Shane. I think I've got a tear in my eye!

Both women spin back to their feet simultaneously, locking stares – neither any less intense than the other, and both stopping just short of delivering strikes that would have clashed in the middle. The crowd is going wild now.

"THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!"

"ROBINA SUCKS! ROBINA SUCKS!"

"LET'S GO A-MY! LET'S GO A-MY!"

Both Zing and Hood hit the ropes, a partial repetition of the match's opening proceeding as Zing ducks under an attempted lariat. They come back at one another, their wild criss-cross this time passing with a spinning heel kick from the Hong Kong Sensation. It barely slows either of them-- Robina ducks around and keeps running, whilst Amy Zing reaches the ropes in a recovering roll, comes up and hits them just an instant after her opponent. The chants continue.

West: What an incredible display! Neither of them wants to lose this!

Harris: But one of them has to!

A second attempted lariat is evaded a third time, now by Amy Zing bridging backwards and sliding across the canvas. She straightens up and turns to meet a violent Savate-style thrust kick from Robina, striking the Hong Kong Sensation in the sternum. The impact is big; but she turns her backward stagger into another spring off the ropes.

Wham.

Robina twists around wildly, a raised forearm catching – almost, it would seem, by luck – the outflung body of Amy Zing, pushing her offensive back just long enough for Robina's other arm to enter the fray, the resultant impact that of her fist coming down hard upon the Hong Kong Sensation's head and nailing her into the canvas with a sick crunch.

Harris: Incredible!

West: It may not be the Execution, but it could bear the same name...

Throwing out a feral grin, Robina Hood goes for the pin.

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KICKOUT by Amy Zing!

This time, Robina seems unbothered, rolling her shoulders as she stands up, pulling the Asian Megastar with her and dragging her up to her feet. A few choice strikes soften the already-battered woman up, before Hood almost casually whips her toward the ropes, gesturing broadly to the crowd – who answer with crazed hissing and booing.

West: Amy Zing is coming back toward Robina, this could all be over right here...

Harris: Oh, it's over, Shane!

Robina sidesteps as Zing stumbles in close, barely brushing past the Hong Kong Sensation. The crowd stills a little, unsure how to respond – until Robina grips Zing from behind by both shoulders, and takes a short leap off the ground...

...jolting her opponent back toward her in order to jam both knees savagely into her back.

Harris: That's...

West: Isn't that...?

Harris: Sienna Harrison's move!

West: The Grand Finale!

Crowing jubilance, Robina Hood watches her opponent bounce off the canvas and dives in to roll her up. Any in the crowd not already on their feet are up now, stomping and stamping and shrieking as the referee makes the count...

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The referee's hand stops literally milimeters short of the canvas, quivering in place as Amy Zing throws her shoulder up at the literal last possible instant, able to do nothing much more than flop back down after the attempt. Robina is wide-eyed, staring at the ref then out at the crowd before she re-establishes the pin, rolling Zing in half to make it more effective.

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The very walls are vibrating as Amy Zing manages to roll not just out of the pin but away, clutching onto the ropes for comfort as Robina Hood throws herself to the opposite side, spitting and snarling and shaking the ropes with all her deranged might – no longer quite so keen to soak in the jeers of the dissenting fans.

West: She's incensed. This is now how she expected that to go.

Harris: It's not what any of us expected, Shane!

The Hong Kong Sensation finds her feet, staggering back toward the centre of the ring and then – against all odds and reason – actually beckoning to the malicious woman opposite her. Robina stares at her, hateful and furious and absolutely incapable of anything else, screaming something that sounds like abuse; but is utterly wordless.

West: So much passion in these two competitors. Such a long road to even get here.

Harris: They're hungry for that belt, Shane, the belt that Robina Hood OWNS!

Amy Zing beckons one more time, then stands tall and puts her arms out, fingertips twitching as she brings every one of the thousands in attendance to her side. From the general noise one, single-syllable chant emerges.

"ZING! ZING! ZING! ZING! ZING! ZING!"

Robina lets out a sheer, heartfelt SCREAM as this registers, hurtling forward to direct a fist right between the eyes of Amy Zing. It lands. It lands with a brutality that echoes all of the strikes leading up to it; and the Hong Kong Sensation is sent tottering and stumbling. She whirls around, and seems about ready to fall...

Harris: You have got to be...

Amy Zing gets upright! She spins around, lashing out with an answering strike of her own – another closed fist, this one aimed just as perfectly into the skull of Robina Hood. The Iron Maiden takes a stunned step back, and it's all the opening that the Asian Megastar needs, driving forward into a kick to the shins, then another, then spinning into a rolling solebutt that doubles the Emo Princess over, spitting a mouthful of blood and saliva onto the canvas.

With one last outflung beseechment to the crowd, Amy Zing steps back and drives forth with a push kick that proves the hammer to Robina's nail, forcing her skullfirst into the mat, still doubled-over, forming a 'v' at ring centre.

West: For all the fight that Robina Hood has, her challenger is proving she has just as much, if not more.

Amy doesn't go for the pin. She takes to the turnbuckle instead, her expression feverish and almost disbelieving as she soaks in the mass appreciation of those present, their feet stamping and hands clapping as they resume chanting her name. Robina Hood remains down for a full thirty seconds, and then begins to stir.

Harris: She's got this. She's been hit harder. Way harder! Harder than--

Thousands hold their breath as Robina stands, and Amy Zing takes flight. The Phoenix flies true as ever, whipping gracefully through five hundred and forty degrees. There's a resounding crack.

West: Amy Zing has done it! Amy Zing has landed the Fenghuang Kick!

Robina Hood doesn't so much fall over as outright collapse, her lights thoroughly turned out and head flopping upon her neck as she falls into a pile of seemingly useless limbs upon the canvas. Amy Zing gets to a knee, breathing hard and mouthing a prayer of some kind to the lights above before she looks at her fallen opponent.

The crowd call her on, to take her moment. To make the pin.

Harris: She can't do it, Shane! I told you! Amy Zing cannot close!

Almost tentatively, she rolls Robina Hood up, hooks the leg. The referee drops to make the count.

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West: Not only can she close, but she can close where it counts, Dick! She can close on becoming, for the first time, a champion! She can close on becoming, for the first time, your APW North American Champion, right here on Meltdown!

Harris: I...

West: You can't believe it?

Harris: I can't!

West: Believe it. Amy Zing has done it. After all this time, all this hard work and commitment...

In the ring, Robina Hood hasn't moved – she's out for more than just the count, unconscious in the ring as the rafters explode with the sheer, unmitigated joy of a crowd utterly behind the Hong Kong Sensation. Amy herself has done no more than roll onto her back, her mouth open wide in a smile she couldn't hold back if she tried; and down her face, tears are pouring, twin waterfalls cascading onto the canvas as she brings her hands up to either side of her head.

West: She is shocked, she doesn't believe what's happened. But it has.

Slowly, the Phoenix rises, taking to her knees with hands still gripping her temples, long hair pushed back as she continues to heave sob after heart-wracking sob. She looks to each side; north, south, east and west, seeing a sold-out crowd cheering for her – and only her – in the moment of triumph she has sought for so long.

Harris: Isn't the show over? We don't need to see this!

The referee helps Amy to her feet, ready to receive the belt. She's shaking all over as she takes it, holding it aloft for the crowd and barely able to relinquish it when it's strapped around her waist. Continually looking down, then back to the fans with her eyes wide and still streaming, the Hong Kong Sensation takes to each turnbuckle in turn.

West: I think we should go off-air now, and let Amy Zing have what she has earned. What she deserves.

Harris: Whatever. Thanks for tuning in to Meltdown.

West: Gone but not forgotten; we'll always be back--

Harris: When you least expect it!

Harris: Goodnight, and congratulations one more time to our North American Champion, Amy Zing!

Though the broadcast begins to wind down, it's with the atmosphere riding high as Zing hops down, and exits the ring, slapping outstretched hands on all sides and pausing here and there to pose for photos. She's not crying any more, though tears soak her cheeks – she's smiling, and laughing, disbelief turned to rapture as Meltdown ends with a new champion!