Overdrive - Paris, France (09/05/13)

[President Jeff]

We fade in from darkness and for a few near-silent, bleak seconds, we are greeted to the view of a window from the inside-out. It's not a particularly beautiful view-- it overlooks the moderately busy, but generally unkempt streets of Detroit. We pan away and our French audience boos as Alexander Duvall appears before us, although a fraction of our audience changes their tune to cheers and hollers of amusement when they see the Overdrive General Manager's condition.

Duvall is bed-ridden. A bandage covers his right eye, and his left one is swollen and entirely bloodshot. With the hospital bed sheets pulled down to his waist, we can see the scars and bruises that adorn his torso, including his bandaged ribs. His left arm is in a cast, and his right arm is elevated in a sling. His one visible eye settles on the camera, wide and curious at first, but slowly narrows toward a figure that crosses in front if him, casting a shadow over him.

Yo.

The owner of the voice is shortly revealed to be Jenny Knite! This prompts a powerful, positive reaction from the audience in Paris! Jenny is dressed in bright green scrubs and has a surgical mask hanging from her neck.

Jenny: Alex! You must be so pleased to finally be allowed visitors!

Duvall: ...Get... Out...

Jenny: You don't mean that!

She slaps a hand down "playfully" on his shoulder. Duvall howls in pain and shoots her a deathly glare.

Jenny: Tell them what you just told me, silly!

Duvall sighs.

Duvall: No.

Jenny: No?!

Duvall: No...

Jenny: But why not, Alex?!

Another grunt and another pained, one-eyed glare.

Duvall: I already told you why.

Jenny: But I seem to have forgotten, and all of your millions of visitors from around the world would probably want to hear--

Duvall: BECAUSE IT HURTS WHEN I SPEAK! Aaaaagghhh...

While this prompts another pop from the audience, Jenny crosses her arms and nods, feigning concern.

Jenny: And why, Alex, does it hurt when you speak? Remember what we discussed!

Duvall: ...Because... Because I overstepped my boundaries... Because I stuck my nose where it didn't belong... And as a result... You beat my ass until I was rendered incapable of walking... Despite your numerous warnings... And now I'm unemployed, Ms. Knite...

Jenny: Mmmmm, you're what?

Alexander Duvall sighs and rolls his eyes.

Duvall: I'm unemployed. As of this morning, I have been released from Action Packed Wrestling...

There is an eruption of applause and screams of delight from the crowd at the revelation!

Jenny: Mmmhm. You're sooo unemployed. Karma's a bitch, right?

Duvall glares up at her.

Duvall: You said you and Evan had... Had a job for me when I was medically cleared...

Jenny: Yeah, I lied.

This prompts another pop from the crowd and Duvall's face turns red.

Duvall: But you said--!

Jenny: I hate you for what you did to me... I hate you for forcing Evan Envi out of APW... I hate you for supporting a group of lowly thugs like the Black Hand... I just hate you, Alex. I hope you starve and I hope you lose your house and I hope you die broke and alone. And I hope that's a long time away so you can suffer, LIVING broke and alone. And I hope, for the sake of APW, that you never show your disgusting face in a wrestling promotion again.

She pulls the surgical mask up over her mouth while Duvall looks on in a mixture of shock, anger, and defeat.

Jenny: Whoever takes the helm tonight? I can only HOPE they can fix the mess you've created.

Duvall: You filthy cun--

A sharp punch to the jaw interrupts Duvall and he howls in agony but Jenny forces both hands over his mouth.

Jenny: Say goodnight to Overdrive.

Jenny reaches around to the camera and our screen fades to black, though the last thing we hear is a near-inhuman scream coming from the mouth of our former Overdrive General Manager.

As the video ends, we see President Jeff standing in the middle of the ring in his suite with a microphone in hand.

Harvey: Welcome everyone to Thursday Night Overdrive.

Chase: President Jeff is in the ring. Not a normal start to Overdrive. Lets see what he has to say.

The camera focus on Jeff as he raises the mic to his lips and begins to speak.

President Jeff: As you all just saw on the Action Tron, Alexander Duvall no longer is employed by Action Packed Wrestling. Why I must say, I didn’t always agree with how he ran things on Overdrive, but the man gave it the good ole college try. So Duvall, I wish you the best in your Future Endeavours.

And with that, I’m out here to talk about a little word, and that word is Change. Action Packed Wrestling has gone through some changes in the past three month. And Its Change for the better. I like change. Actually, I LOVE change. Change keeps you on your toes. Change makes you stronger. And that’s why I’m here to announce another change.

Harvey: What now?

Chase: I hope this is good.

Jeff: With Alexander Duvall no longer the General Manager of Overdrive, that leaves a position open. So what I’ve done is search long and hard. Did my homework and found not only the best replacement, but the perfect replacement. This man I’ve hired as the General Manager of Overdrive is a man with leadership. A man who knows what good for business. A man not afraid to put a megastar in his place if they step out of line. I wanted the best General Manager this business has ever seen, and he doesn’t come cheep. I wanted him, so I got him. So ladies and Gentlemen, boy and girls, please welcome, your General Manager for Thursday Night OVERDRIVE!!!!

Jeff points up the entrance ramp and the crowd all look over as the Action-tron goes black and then a video begins to play










The video cuts out and the camera goes back inside the ring.

Jeff: That’s right. The new General Manager is ME!!!!

Harvey: What great news.

Chase: I’m sure the Megastars are thrilled

Jeff: Overdrive has always been at its best when I was running the ship. And Overdrive will once again be the top show on cable television. So I’m out here to give everyone in the locker room a message. There’s some veteran people back there, and there’s some newer people. I will say this. I’m a man of opportunity. If I see you deserve one, you’ll get it. All I ask in return is giving me everything you have. We are on the road to One Night in Hell. October 27th, from Tokyo Japan. Trust me when I say this, this here will be just as good, if not, better than last years. So fans, we have a great show planned for tonight, sit back, relax and enjoy the show. Thank you.

Raining Blood by Slayer hits the PA and President Jeff exits the ring.

Harvey: President Jeff is back in control of Overdrive!

Chase: And he’s right when he said we have a great show for tonight.

Harvey: We have Amy Zing taking on KJE.

Chase: And our main event we have Nathaniel Havok taking on Jason Kash, two former World Heavyweight Champions going at it.

Harvey: Also the World Heavyweight Champion Level One is in the house. All this and more when we come back from our first commercial break.

Overdrive goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Paige: Ladies and gentleman the following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The fans awaited the arrival of the opponents for the match. As Lillian lowered the microphone and finished, there was a bit of silence for a few seconds. All that was heard was the few cheers of the fans in the arena but for the most part it was pretty quiet until the theme that hit the public announce system and the video that came onto the titantron.


The arena goes dark and green lights start flashing at the entrance stage. "Yesterday" by Staind blasts on throughout the arena as the intensity of the flashing lights elevates. Joseph Johnson finally walks out onto the stage as lights of black and green flash around him. Joseph pauses on the stage and the lights stop flashing . A green neon light shines down over him, while a waterfall of pyro forms in a line across the stage directly behind him. Johnson does his usual taunt for the crowd and green pyrotechnics then explode from the stage down the ramp and to ring. Johnson walks down the ramp to the steel steps and then climbs into the ring. Johnson goes to the far corner and poses on the second rope as a shower of green pyro rains down around the ring, in front of him, behind him, to both sides, even on top of him. He gets down and goes over to the opposite corner to pose for that side as well, as the pyro keeps falling. He hops off the turnbuckle and walks to the middle of the ring with the rainfall of pyro finally ending.

Paige: Introducing first from Miami, Florida now residing in Paris, France weighing in at 231lbs Joseph Johnson!!

Darren Harvey : Here comes a man with one thing in his mind and that's to walk out of here with the title around his waist.

Johnny Chase: And you can bet that someone like Johnson will do whatever it takes to walk out with it.

Harvey : I have no doubt in my mind that this match is going to be brutal. It's going to be a tough challenge for Mumford because we all know that when Joseph does whatever it takes to win, it isn't always a pretty thing to watch.

Joseph Johnson has made his way into the ring. He stood on the far side with the same serious, emotion-less look on his face as he slowly looked from side to side to the fans. His theme died down and suddenly it didn't take long for Mumford’s theme to play over the announce system. 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 his opponent.

Nicky Paige: Making his way to the ring, from Long Island, New York weighing 250lbs Mad Mumf!

Chase: You know, I'm really excited to see this match.

Harvey: You can say that. This is sure to be a huge one and I'll bet anything the fans at home are just as excited as we are.

Chase: What exactly would you bet ?

Harvey: What do you mean?

Chase: You said you'd bet anything so I was just wondering what it would be that you'd bet?

Harvey : I-I don't know I was just saying I'd bet anything. I'd even bet my letter jacket from college.

Chase: Ewe that old ratty thing? By now it's probably all moth eaten or something with how old it is. You'd probably be better off betting that watch of yours.

The ref walks over to the side before calling for the bell and the match to begin.

Joseph Johnson vs. Mad Mumf

The bell rings and the fans cheer as the two men bounce in their respected spots before slowly swifting on their feet in a circle around each other as they watched closely. With a few moments of stares and getting ready the two moved quickly closer and tied up. With the struggle of the tie up Adam plants his foot back to avoid being thrown down by Johnson, but instead he was put into a headlock. Joey holds onto Mumford’s head in the head lock applying pressure slightly. Mumf struggles a bit before backing Joey into the ropes and shoving him off. Joseph runs across the ring and bounces off the other side of the ropes. Adam Mumford moves closer only to get a shoulder tackle by Joey knocking him down to the mat. Joseph stands over Mumford and leans down grabbing him by his head lifting him up. Adam Mumford throws a few gut punches to Joseph’s mid-section.


Joseph leans over as Adam run the ropes and charges towards Johnson nailing a swinging neck breaker. Johnson lays on the mat grabbing his neck as Mumford rises to his feet and began to stomp on Joey with a few kicks. Lifting him up backs Joseph into a corner and threw a few right hands connecting. Joseph grabbed Mumford and pushs him further into the corner and the ref comes over yelling at Mumford to get out. Adam raises his hands up to get caught off guard by Orton's knee to the mid-section. Adam kneels over and takes a few steps back as Joseph throws one or two good solid slow right hands to the head. Joey keeps swinging the right until he cleans up and then Joey connects with a European elbow. Adam Mumford stumbles back a few steps and The Innovator grabs him hitting a suplex. The cover.

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Harvey: A near fall by Joseph , and Mumford almost felt another win out of his hands.

A kick out by Adam. He kicks Joseph off the top of him. Rising to his feet, and picks up Johnson. He whips Joey to the ropes and kneels over ready to back body drop him, but Mumf stops and kicks Joseph in the chest. Joey rises up holding his chest as Adam runs back against the ropes again but this time Innovator does a back body drop to Mumford, only, to the outside of the ring. The fans cheer as Mad Mumf flew over the top rope and lands hard on the outside in pain. It is getting exciting between the two. Adam Mumford is now lays outside on the ground holding himself from the pain as Joey re-gains his own composure in the ring. The ref walked over and starts to count out Adam Mumford.

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There is a pause from the ref's count as Joey brings himself outside of the ring as well. The ref is yelling to Johnson to bring the match back into the ring, but of course he keeps on doing his thing and doesn’t pay any mind. The Innovator walked over and grabs the laid down Adam Mumford and lifts him up to his feet. Joseph grabs his head again and rolls Mad Mumf into the ring. He grabs Adam Mumford again only to be reversed and wrapped around from behind before Mad Mumf lands a Death Sentence. He follows it up with a cover…

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Winner: Mad Mumf

Paige: And here’s your winner Mad Mumf!!

Harvey: And another tough loss for Joseph Johnson.

Chase: He’s a glorified jobber who deserves the unemployment line. Where’s Meltdown when you need it.

Overdrive cuts backstage where two security guards are thumb wrestling at one of the doors to the inside of the locker room. A stretch limo pulls up which draws their attention in momentarily. A driver hops out, opening the door, as "Simply Put" Johnny Rebel unfolds from the back of the limo. The crowd immediately expresses their distaste for the former APW General Manager. Rebel's hardly recognizable with a clean shaved face and clothes that aren't falling apart.

Security Guard: I'm sorry sir, this entrance is for APW megastars only!

Rebel looks perplexed for a moment before lowering his sunglasses down to make eye contact with the guard.

Johnny Rebel: I guess that's what happens when a guy decides to show-up unannounced. It's been awhile and you probably don't recognize me in this fine apparel. It looks like Johnny Rebel found his lucky rabbit's foot, a four-leaf clover, and a penny sitting face-up all in the same day...because he's one lucky son-of-a-you-know-what! If you'll excuse me, somebody told me there is a little party going on later this evening that it's in desperate need of crashing. Do me a favor, here's a twenty...don't tell anybody I'm here.

"Simply Put" slides the bill in the front pocket of the security guard, who opens the door, as Rebel struts in to the building, with a little more strut in his step since the last time we saw him in the APW. The two guards exchange a nod and continue their game of tug and pull.

Harvey: ITS JOHNNY REBEL WHAT'S HE DOING HERE!!

Chase: Business just picked up.

We go to commercial

[President Jeff]

The titantron began to reveal some footage that has been recorded backstage. Standing in clear view is the one of Overdrive’s most popular interviewers, Cindy Shannon, and the people in the French arena instantly cheered as they saw her. They however began to boo quite hatefully when the camera zoomed out to reveal one Robina Hood standing by the interviewer’s side. While people normally boo the nineteen year old quite loudly, this chorus of boos was much louder than a lot of people could have ever expected…clearly the French fans despise the young Brit with true passion. With the microphone near her lips Cindy turned to face Miss Hood.

Cindy Shannon: Thank you for your time Robina. We don’t have long until you step in the ring with The Black Hand’s own Chris Madison…so what are your thoughts.

Robina: My thoughts?

The purple haired dynamo said in a slightly discontent way, pausing a moment to heard the French people boo loudly at simply hearing her voice. After a couple more moments Miss Hood tried to speak up yet stopped herself when the fans in attendance booed even more loudly. Once again the forest-dweller tries to speak and once again the audience booed out her attempt…so in the end the Highlight of the Night simply looked towards the camera, knowing that the titantron would make it look like she is looking directly at the crowd.

Robina: Well my first thoughts is that this city, as well as its residents, should be burnt down to the ground.

That one comment brought a hell of a lot louder, as well as negative, response from the crowd. This also brought a surprised look on Cindy’s face as the young Brit turned back to face the interviewer, blatantly ignoring the “fuck you!” chants that have started.

Robina: But you want to know what else is on my mind? Anger…rage…vengeance. On the Meltdown supershow you saw Shione Ōshima doing what her grandfather did at Pearl Harbour and not only stick her nose where it didn’t belong, but she also screwed me in my match. So now that tramp, Amy Zing, is now dirtying the once beautiful North American Championship with her two dollar body. Sure Amy was the one who scored the pin, sure Amy was the one with her hand raised in victory but if it wasn’t for Shione’s momentary distraction I would have had destroyed Zing like I did back in South America. So Shione, with these frogs in attendance as my witness I will this: you helped orchestrate the robbery of my Championship…so, when the time is right, I’ll exact vengeance upon thee and, as god as my witness, I will put an end to thy career. But now onto the important matter…

Never once did Miss Hood stopped to hear the hatred spewed at her, neither did she flinch when the boos got even louder when she referred to the crowd as ‘frogs.’ While she didn’t move from where she was standing the Iron Maiden did move her hands to help empathises her desire to get revenge on the Japanese megastar. However the hated Englishwoman turned to face the camera once the words ‘important matter’ left her lips.

Robina: Amy Zing. Before you, and the idiots in the arena tonight, dare to think that the Amy Zing era has begun let me you that this is not the beginning of your greatness Amy. But instead tonight is the beginning of the end for you. Why is that? Because I want my belt back and you know how deadly committed I can be to my goals.

The people in attendance didn’t burst out into boos again, even though Miss Hood called them ‘idiots.’ The reason for this is actually because they were still booing her for the ‘frogs’ comment and, if anything, it somehow got a bit louder at the idea of the young woman getting a shot at the North American Championship. Yet while the crowd booed a little smirk appeared on the face of the mentally unstable woman.

Robina: Don’t worry your ugly little face though, Amy. Tonight I’m not going to beat the shit out of either you or your dog Shione. Instead I am going to take this Chris Madison and turn him into a bloody, broken corpse. Heh…and if that ain’t good enough to make you realise how serious I am about taking MY Title back then I’ll challenge very single member of Black Hand to single matches. And after beating the shit out of all of them…I will get my Title back from you, Amy, and you will have our career severely shortened. That isn’t a threat Amy…it’s a promise.

Throughout Robina’s words crowd continued to boo her, purposely trying to be louder than her. Yet he young Brit had none of it as she continued to speak. Once she finished her words the nineteen year old blatantly swatted the microphone out of Cindy’s hand, electing even more boos from this hostile French crowd, and gave the innocent interviewer a death stare, as if the purple haired dynamo was a lioness and Cindy is her prey, before simply walking off. The last image seen before the titantron fades to black is the slightly terrified look on Miss Shannon’s face.Harvey: Up next we have a rematch from our last edition of Overdrive nearly a month ago!

Chase: Is it time for Kurt Styles?

Harvey: Tonight Biggs gets his chance at retribution when he goes up against the undefeated Kurt Styles!

Chase: With wins over Shione Oshima and Biggs, Kurt has looked impressive in the early stages of his career. Not to mention his win in the battle royal that opened the Meltdown Supershow in Auburn Hills!

Harvey: Lets not lose sight of the five hundred pound gorilla in the room. Will the Black Hand get their hands dirty. Jennings and Biggs seem to be far from resolving their issues and Styles seems to have struck a nerve with Chris Madison.

Chase: Only time will tell!

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



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

Paige: Making his way to the ring, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 217 pounds, Biggs!

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

Lights go out throughout the arena till its completely black, a couple of moments pass before "Numb" by Linkin Park erupts through the PA system and violet lasers begin to flash around Kurt as he stands at the top of the ramp along with his beautiful manager, Layla. The beat pulsating as well as the lasers flashing continue walking with swagger until Styles reaches the end of the ramp and stands in front of the ring before sliding under the bottom rope. He then walks arrogantly to the far corner of the ring and climbing the turnbuckle before raising his fist up into the air garnering a mixed reaction from the crowd. Kurt then leaps off the turnbuckle and awaits the match to begin.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 210 lbs, from Seattle, Washington, "The Chosen One" Kurt Styles!

One on One

Biggs versus Kurt Styles

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Harvey: And here we go!

Styles charges at Biggs on cue. Styles attempts a clothesline which Biggs ducks. Styles rebounds off the ropes but runs right into a leg lariat from The Spaceman. Both men rise to their feet and Biggs immediately grab Styles by the back of the head and delivers four stiff European uppercuts! The hard shots send Styles stumbling backwards. With his back against the ropes, Styles gets whipped across the ring. Biggs waits and spins Kurt around before dropping him down with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!

Harvey: Whoa! Where did that come from?

Chase: It's not too often you see him pull that one off.

Styles struggles to his feet as Biggs approaches. Styles catches Biggs off guard with an elbow to the jaw. Biggs stumbles backwards for a moment. Styles throws a kick to Biggs midsection which gets caught. Biggs whips him to the ground with a dragon screw leg drag! Bigs stands to his feet and waits as Kurt gingerly rises, favoring his knee. Styles turns towards Biggs and gets cut down to his knees by a low drop kick. Before he could stand Kurt gets drilled in the head by the knee of Biggs with a shinning wizard.

Harvey: Biggs is trying to make a statement here. Without the Black Hands involvement he's taking it to Styles!

Chase: He warned Styles exactly that.

Biggs assists Styles to his feet and sets him up for a reverse DDT. Before dropping him to the mat Biggs falls to one knee, slamming Styles's back into his other knee. Biggs stands back up and then drops him with the reverse DDT. He quickly hops out onto the apron and shoots himself back into the ring with a springboard leg drop across the chest of Styles. Biggs makes the cover as the ref slides into position.

Harvey: Here's the first pin attempt of the match!

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Chase: Styles is not going to give up his undefeated streak that easily!

Biggs watches Styles as he rolls onto all fours. Biggs jumps onto Styles's back and locks in a camel clutch in the dead center of the ring. Biggs wrenches back creating some extra torque on Kurt's neck and shoulder. Styles inches towards the ropes with Biggs on his back. While he stretches out his arm towards the ropes, Biggs clubs him across the face with some stiff forearm shots. Biggs stands to his feet after the last shot and Styles rolls under the ropes. Biggs runs and bounces off the ropes, he slides and sends Styles to the outside of the ring with a baseball slide. Styles gasps for air as he pulls himself to his feet with the help o the security barrier.

Harvey: What is Biggs doing now?

Chase: I think the Spaceman is about to take off! Watch out Styles!

Biggs pulls back on the top rope and leaps up, springboarding off it and sending himself flying to the outside. Biggs connects with a shooting star press and both men are laying on the mats trying to collect themselves. The ref starts to count them out.

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Harvey: Biggs is getting to his feet but Styles is barely moving around!

Chase: Styles has been reeling from the get go. It may take an act of god to get back into this match.

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Styles rolls into the ring at the last moment. Biggs quickly jumps on Styles and grabs him with a double underhook. Biggs holds Styles down and repeatedly strikes Styles in the head with strong knees. Biggs stands to his feet and Styles is motionless on the mat. Biggs stands and motions for Styles to rise to his feet.

Harvey: He's got something in store for Styles.

Styles climbs to his feet and turns towards Biggs. He's immediately met with a mule kick in the gut that doubles him over. Biggs grabs him for a cutter before flipping himself over with sliced bread #2! Biggs follows that up by climbing to the top rope. He leaps off with his modified frog splash and stays on top for the pin.

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Ding! Ding! Ding!

Winner: Biggs

Harvey: The Bigg Time followed up by the UFO Frog Splash for the win! Impressive performance from The Spaceman tonight!

Chase: That only evens the score between the two men.

Paige: Here is your winner, BIGGS!!!

The ref stands in the ring and hoists Biggs hand in the air as "Spaceman" by The Killers plays over the PA system. The crowd goes wild and Biggs makes his way up the ramp. He slaps the hands of his fans while approaching the backstage area.

Harvey: What the hell is this?

The music cuts off and the fans cheers quickly change to boos. Chris Madison and Michael Jennings charge the ring through the crowd. They hop the security barrier and slide into the ring. Both men quickly begin to pummel Kurt Styles with right hands. Biggs stops dead in his tracks and looks back at the ring as Styles continued to get dominated in the ring.

Chase: You wondered if the Black Hand was going to get involved, well there you have it!

Madison lifts Styles to his feet and shoves his head between his legs. He flips forward, spiking him head first into the mat with his Paralyzer! Jennings lifts styles to his feet and picks him up onto his shoulders with a firemen's carry. Jennings quickly spins Styles in the air an drops him into a cutter, nailing his SharkNado! In the meantime Madison rolls out of the ring and tosses two steel chairs over the ropes. Madison slides back in and each man arms themselves with a steel chair.

Harvey: Here comes Biggs to the rescue!

Biggs runs down the ramp and hops onto the apron. He climbs the top rope and waits as Jennings turns to see what caused the fans to cheer. Immediately he is met with a misled drop kick to the chest which disarms him of the chair. Jennings rolls out of the ring. Madison swings the chair at Biggs who ducks and counters with a calf kick that knocks him down and out of the ring. Madison and Jennings shake off the cob webs as Biggs lifts up one of the chairs. He bangs it on the mat daring the Black Hand members to get in the ring. Madison and Jennings leap the barrier and exit the same way they came. While backing away Madison leans into Jennings ear bringing a smile to both men's faces.

Harvey: I don't like that look, I think Madison and Jennings have something up their sleeves.

Chase: Biggs had won the match, all he had to do is go in the back. Now he may have just signed his death certificate.

Madison pats Jennings on the chest as they disappear into the crowd and the feed cuts to a commercial break.

[President Jeff]

Amy Zing paces back and forth in the locker room swinging her arms back and forth to stretch them out. She is already dressed to wrestle, with the North American Championship around her waist. As she turns, Shione "SURGE" Ōshima enters, clad in workout pants and an orange tank top – clearly fresh from whatever it is she does to warm up. The Japanese Megastar grins broadly as she sights the North American champion, clapping her hands to her hips.

Shione: I told you you would win!

The Hong Kong Sensation smiles in return.

Amy: Hey there. Thanks for keeping Robina from bashing me with that chair last week.

Shione shakes her head, lifting a hand to wave dismissively aside, as if the act were nothing.

Shione: A champion should win like one. I did not help you win; I helped her to learn.

Amy: Well thanks anyway.

Amy looks down at the North American Championship title belt around her waist.

Amy: This still doesn’t feel real, but I’m going to enjoy it as best I can.

Amy looks up. She meets the ever-present grin of the plucky powerhouse.

Shione: Enjoying is good. Beating the Pussy of Perfection would be good, too...

The brightly-clad woman shrugs her shoulders, the statement less a request and more matter-of-fact, accompanied by the upward quirk of a brow. If it's a question – as the gesture suggests – it sure doesn't sound like one.

Amy: I'll try my best. Good luck out there tonight.

In response, Shione bobs her head, flashing that grin one last time before she saunters off-camera.

Chase: I wonder if she'll be helping Amy Zing cheat again, like she did at Meltdown!

Harvey: I'm not gracing your petty comments with a response, but I will say that both these women have a very tough match tonight; I'm not sure they'll have time to do much but prepare, and put on the fight of their lives.

Chase: Cheaters always find a way, Harv!

Harvey: Well, you'd know all about that, Johnny...


Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...

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

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 her opponent...

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

Right!

Now!

*evil laugh*

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

I am an anti-christ!
I am an anarchist!

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

Cause I!
I Wanna be!
Anarchy!

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

Paige: From Long Island, New York, weighing two hundred and twenty pounds... CHRIS! MADISON!

Harvey: A member of the Black Hand, and looking prepared for action tonight.

Chase: But is he prepared for Robina Hood, Harv?

Harvey: Both of these competitors have had problems recently, and look to secure their first win in several weeks... the question should be, which one of them can put their last few matches behind and score the win tonight?

Robina Hood vs. "Madman" Chris Madison

The bell rings and the two Mega Stars lock up almost immediately, all but flinging themselves across the ring at each other. The crowd, momentarily disquieted at the onset, explode in general principle at this show of fighting spirit. It's the Iron Maiden who wins out over one half of Iron Nightmare, however, spinning out into a brief wristlock with a sidelong sneer at the yelling French fans before she breaks the hold...

Chase: That's telling him!

...and simply slams a BRUTAL right cross straight into Madison's jaw. For a moment it seems to be lights out for the Madman, as he staggers and then falls to a knee, barely supporting himself on an outflung hand as the other massages at the injured spot. Hood crows, turning to the crowd with her arms out to receive their jeers – the intensity of their displeasure perhaps surprising so early on in this encounter.

Harvey: This crowd seem to truly hate Robina Hood, after all the things she said about the French people...

Chase: Wasn't it all true, Harv?

Madison is back on his feet in time for Robina Hood to turn around, meeting him with a smirk and a sharp duck of her head as he flings out a return jab, arms raised in a traditional boxing stance. Hood's not playing, taking a step back and mouthing off at the Long Island technician as he beckons her on with his rear hand. Madison drops down into an amateur wrestling stance and begins to circle, as Robina remains casual and seemingly uncaring of any threat, beginning to stalk him in a slow, cocky saunter as he makes several rapid feints toward her.

Harvey: What a show of disrespect, though some might say turnabout is fair play for Chris Madison, after all that the Black Hand has done and doubtless will continue to do here on Overdrive...

Chase: They're happy-go-lucky scamps, Harv!

Harvey: They're a menace! But so, of course, is this woman...

Madison finally follows through on his next threat, going under a lazy counter-punch from Robina to take her around the waist and plow her down with an amateur-style slam that about folds her in half. He's quick to capitalize with several sharp shots to the ribs, dropping a knee and then clamping on a Sleeper Hold on the grounded woman, wrenching a tight Body Scissors to complete the combination as he punishes her for her ambivalence. Hood struggles in his grip, managing to get an arm up to fire a few back elbows, using the distraction to flop and worm her way toward the ropes. The ref is ready to break the hold when the moment comes, the two separating and back to circling – though now, Robina Hood also looks wary, a scowl on her painted lips. The Paris crowd fires up a duelling chant, accent barely discernable at volume.

"ROBINA SUCKS!" "LET'S GO MADMAN!" "ROBINA SUCKS!" "LET'S GO MADMAN!"

Harvey: It's not often you'll hear the Overdrive fans chanting for Chris Madison!

Chase: Robina really knows how to ruffle their feathers!

The two lock up, Madison looking to be twisting Robina into a knot before the dimunitive scrapper twists her way out, showing enviable flexibility and athleticism as she finally breaks his grip with a standing forward somersault. Landing in a half-crouch, she grabs for an ankle and brings the Madman crashing down, pouncing to rain punches down upon his skull. Madison is ready, weathering the initial storm before arching his back to throw his smaller opponent off, immediately seizing control to flip her onto her back and return the favour – mounting her body and driving fist after fist into her purple-haired head. The crowd shout along with each blow!

Chase: Come on, Robina! You're better than this!

Bringing her guard up at last, Hood diverts a couple of punches with her forearms and then lunges upward, seizing the back of Madison's head and dragging him in for a headbutt that sends him toppling backward like a felled tree. He crashes onto his back, between her legs, giving her the opportunity to lean forward and attempt to separate a leg. Rather than go for a submission, she pushes herself upright and delivers several kicks to the thigh followed by--

Chase: Ding ding ding!

A knee right to the groin. Madison rolls and clutches at his nethers as the Emo Princess postures some more to the crowd, grinning savagely before she flaps a wrist at her side and yells something ending in, "Ooh-la-fucking-la!"

Harvey: Such disrespect to the honest, hardworking people who've paid money to see her perform...

Chris Madison suddenly hits a Chop Block that sends Robina down hard, facefirst; and given her proximity to the ropes, this drives her face into them, the resultant rebound sending her over his well-placed back to the floor.

Chase: Okay, that wasn't bad...

Harvey: Excellent positioning from "Madman" Chris Madison, there.

He rolls across her, hooking a leg for a swift pin attempt.

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Madison doesn't look too shocked, getting to his feet in readiness for his incensed opponent to follow suit. He meets her with a lunge and a knee strike to the gut, seizing her immediately in a Muay Thai clinch to follow with several to the face. From there he snakes around to the back, picking her up for an hellacious German Suplex that gets a loud pop.

Chase: Better than a French Suplex, am I right?

Harvey: I think Chris Madison is trying to end this!

Floating over, the Black Hander applies the pinfall with quite the opposite mentality, driving his full body weight into Robina Hood, who tries to thrash her way out to no immediate avail.

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This time, Madison is sent tumbling, Robina stomping to her feet with a bloodthirsty scream, running both hands through her hair and staring at the crowd as they boo and jeer. Not to be outdone or taken lightly, she hurtles after Madison before he can make it back to his own feet, laying in with nasty stomps as she circles him.

Harvey: Hits like those are really going to add up. Chris Madison looks hurt...

With her opponent in pain on the mat, Robina hits the ropes and comes with a flying Knee Drop that lands across the chest with a meaty crunch and a full-throated scream from Chris Madison. Robina throws her head back and laughs as she crouches over him, before going for a lateral pinfall.

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Chase: Slow count! Slow count! Boo!

The Madman rolls onto his right shoulder, reaching out for the ropes to prevent a follow-up by Robina Hood as she stands and steps in a half-circle around him. The referee is watchful as she retreats to the other side of the ring and hunkers down into a squat, staring intently as Madison gets up, running a hand over his chest and then pointing toward her. His other hand cuts across his throat, promising her a swift ending. The crowd start chanting again.

Harvey: I don't think anybody expected an atmosphere like this. Everybody in this building is on Chris Madison's side and he's looking fired up here tonight. Could this be the way back for the Madman?

Chris Madison isn't acknowledging the crowd in the least, but he does look ready for war; tossing a hard smirk Robina's way as she sneers at him, circling to the next turnbuckle before he all-out charges.

Chase: Not so fast!

He's met by a stomp forward into a rough Lariat, but goes under by a whisker! Slipping around, he seizes a waistlock, which Robina Hood fights, thrashing left then right – then running forward to catch a foot upon the turnbuckle and kick herself straight up over his head. She lands unsteadily... but she finds her balance, and reaches out...

Chase: OH!

Dragging the Madman back and downward, the Iron Maiden brings up both knees for a savage collision with his spine.

Harvey: The Grand Finale! We saw this last week, and it wasn't enough...

Chase: But this is revenge, Harv, for what Chris Madison said about Sienna Harrison!

Eyes aflame, Robina Hood rakes her stare across the crowd and then goes for the pinfall.

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The Paris crowd is on its feet, arms and signs waving frantically in the air as the usual subject of their derision throws a fist skyward, lifting his shoulder from the canvas and sending Robina Hood toppling aside. He yells something – it may be wordless, it's hard to hear, but it's empassioned – and then rolls aside to join her, bringing his legs up...

Harvey: Chris Madison is attempting to apply his own finisher, the Peruvian Necktie!

Hood, though momentarily shocked, fights it as best she can. Madison is clearly the more apt in this scenario, however, and he wrenches back with the hold in place – the referee hitting the mats to bring himself into proximity with Robina's stricken expression, when suddenly she pulls herself clear!

Chase: He didn't have it!

Harvey: Robina Hood needs this win too badly. She wants it too much.

Flopping onto her rear, Hood looks like she's seen a ghost, kicking back across the canvas and picking herself up against the ropes, still leant against them as Madison stands opposite her – the picture of energy and intensity, seemingly uncowed by the finishing move he ate just moments before, or the near-fall that followed it. Robina gives a wild shake of her head, and pushes herself off the ropes, stamping a half-circle around the ring before spinning to face her opponent once more. Chris Madison is ready for her, sunk low in an amateur stance, a calm and confident smile upon his lips as he stalks forward, looking sleek and powerful. The Iron Maiden meets the technician headlong, all but reaching light speed as she enters a vicious three-step surge and goes for that Lariat again! Again, he ducks it. This time, she's ready. As Madison slips behind her, Robina Hood lifts a foot and throws her entire body weight behind it, bucking into a mule kick that strikes him straight in the face! There's a stomach-churning snap as the blow connects, Robina already grinning as she turns about and steps in to capitalize on a now-bloody Chris Madison as he staggers. The Perfect Megastar grabs onto an arm and goes to whip her opponent in an all-too-familiar manner.

Chase: Execution!?

Chris Madison stops short, snapping on a wristlock and kicking out his feet, bringing the Emo Princess down to a knee and then spinning in place to bring a leg over her chest...

Harvey: With all his technical acumen, Chris Madison is looking for an armbar here.

Robina doesn't quite go down, able to shove him off and then get to her feet, but it's with a stumble. Madison is up quicker, catching her as she half-turns away and wrenching her up into a Powerbomb position. The crowd pops immediately, and for the first time the Black Hander acknowledges them; albeit with a sort of sneering smirk, just long enough to drive the point home before he drives the technique to completion. Both knees come up in a dismissive mirroring of Sienna Harrison's move, and Robina hits the canvas hard.

Harvey: The Backiotomy! A powerbomb into a backstabber! Turnabout is fair play for Chris Madison.

He goes for the pin.

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The crowd is incensed as the Emo Princess gets a shoulder up, pushing a handful of hair from her face as she rises to all fours and draws in deep breaths. A close-up shows her visage is almost demonic; but only for a moment. It's soon eclipsed by the legs of Chris Madison as he smoothly rolls from his pin attempt into another application of that Peruvian Necktie.

Harvey: Robina Hood looked like she was ready to kill someone, but now she needs to escape again!

The referee hits the mat, asking over and over as the Iron Maiden fights the hold with all her might, teeth clenched and feet smacking against the canvas desperately as Chris Madison closes his grip all the more tightly.

The crowd's chanting only gets louder, as well.

"ROBINA SUCKS! ROBINA SUCKS! ROBINA SUCKS!"

Less supporting Madison now, and more just dying to see the Forest Dweller get her just desserts, they're stomping and jeering and throwing their signs in the air in preparation of a celebration to come.

Chase: Fight it, Robina! Don't worry about the French, all they do is run away and surrender!

Harvey: Chris Madison means business here. They're not budging an inch...

Suddenly, the referee is up on his feet.

An arm waves in the air, his shouts barely audible beneath the crowd as he calls for the bell.

Winner: Chris Madison

When the Madman releases the hold, he also releases a human ragdoll. Robina Hood isn't on her knees, she isn't on her feet; she doesn't look like she can respond at all, simply flopping into a pile of flimsy limbs as the raucous din of the Sex Pistols' classic "Anarchy in the U.K." fills the arena to a matching clamour of appreciation by the Paris fans.

 

Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen, we've just been given word from ringside that Robina Hood did not submit; she failed to respond to the referee, and seems to have passed out in Chris Madison's grip rather than accept defeat...

 

Chase: That's my girl!

 

Harvey: Nevertheless, "Madman" Chris Madison has won this contest by way of a technical submission!

In the ring, Madison is taking his time to celebrate, punching the air in time to his music upon the turnbuckle, then posturing over the senseless form of Robina Hood before hawking a fat loogie onto her back. It's a disrespectful, cruel display; but just this once, the crowd is lapping it up, as Madison heads to the back victorious. It's long moments before someone comes to the ring to check on Robina Hood, the purple-haired woman stirring before she clambers to her feet, still looking woozy. Until she hears the cheers. A scowling conversation with an official at ringside confirms the result of the match, and then the usual fire is back. Though she's unsteady on her feet... she stomps them, throwing quite the tantrum as she shakes the ropes and spits obscenities at the crowd. Getting down to the hard matting outside, she trades particularly violent words with one Parisian heckler, and then...

 

Harvey: Did she just...?

 

Chase: Yeah! That'll show 'em!

 

APW staff are bundling onto Robina Hood, hauling her away as she attempts to throw another punch over the barrier. Despite all the damage she's taken, Robina is kicking and screaming all the way to the back.

 

Harvey: She may have lost, again, but I doubt we've seen the last of that woman...

 

Chase: I just hope she isn't fired over this! If you ask me, every person here deserves a punch in the mouth!

 

Harvey: As I said, I doubt we've seen the last of her. But we've seen enough for one night

[President Jeff]

We fade in backstage, where interviewer Cindy Shannon is pictured alongside Shione Oshima; though not as you've ever seen her before. Cindy is eyeballing the Japanese Megastar askance, equal parts shocked and disturbed by the manner in which the plucky powerhouse is appearing. No longer wearing her workout clothes, Shione is in her customary betasseled ring gear... but she's also hanging upside down from a horizontal scaffold pole, grinning at the camera.

Cindy: Er...

Shannon looks at the camera, back to Shione, and then musters herself as best she can with a toss of her head.

Cindy: I'm here backstage with Overdrive Mega Star, Shione "SURGE" Oshima, who suffered a narrow defeat to Kaylyn James Evans at Meltdown last week after clawing out a shocking victory over Victor Hades on the previous Overdrive. In just a few moments she'll be facing the Big Apple Asskicker, A.C. Smith, the longest-reigning Xtreme Champion. Shione, in light of the fact that your opponent is both a fan favorite and a serious force to be reckoned with...

Shannon pauses, drawing and releasing a breath before she pitches the question.

Cindy: I have to ask, WHY are you hanging upside down?

If Shione's surprised by the question, she doesn't show it, shrugging her shoulders – toward the floor – and answering without seeming difficulty, pushing her hands to her hips as if everything were normal.

Shione: Blood makes us strong; it gives us life and energy. With blood flowing to my head, I can think better and fight harder, I tire less and will be ready for the worst that the Big Apple Man can throw my way!

She nods briskly after delivering her answer, apparently quite happy with it. Shannon lifts a hand, then resists the temptation to scratch her head, doing her best to appear professional.

Cindy: I see. And are you ready? A.C. Smith has stated that he will not be underestimating you, and that you have no idea exactly what you'll be facing. It seems the Xtreme Champion is very confident of victory tonight.

Shione: A champion should be! But I never believed he underestimated me... I simply know that he does not know me. We have never met. To him, I am new, and have lost more than I have won. Perhaps I am not ready for him, but...

She hesitates, but does so confidently, breaking out a broad grin and casting a glinting hazel stare at the camera.

Shione: This is because I am ready for anything. I face a great champion today, and I have prepared for the best. Will I win? Perhaps. Perhaps not. It matters only that I steal the show, and prove I can stand with the Big Apple Man himself!

Shannon nods in her turn, also looking toward the camera as she gives another toss of her head.

Cindy: You heard it here, folks - Shione Oshima is ready to fight, and I think we all know that A.C. Smith will be too. Stay tuned, as we're moments away from finding out if this matchup can live up to everything 'the Crashing Wave' promises...

Beside her, Shione drops from her perch into a roll, coming up striding toward the camera. As she passes it by, she sticks out her tongue, grinning around it and pumping a fist as she heads toward ringside for her match


Paige: The following non-title 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: First, 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!"

Chase: I hate to admit it, but this one’s impressive.

Harvey: Yeah, she-- wha-- “this one?”

Chase: Hm?

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.

Paige: And her opponent…

Harvey: A man who just had an impressive showing against Leon Roberts to retain that Xtreme Championship!

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

“ALL OF THE LIGHTS”

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

Paige: From New York City! Weighing in at two hundred and seventry-five ounds… He is the APW Xtreme Champion… THE BIG APPLE ASSKICKER, A.C. SMIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTHHHH!

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

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

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

Non-Title
A.C. Smith vs Shione “SURGE” Ōshima

Harvey: And Shione explodes out of that corner without a second thought! A Dropkick right to the jaw of A.C. Smith!

Chase: Haha, yes! It’s not the typical sportsmanlike approach we’ve seen, but I think Shione has studied up on Smith-- she knows he has second-thoughts about facing chicks so she HAS to make the first move if she wants a competitive fight from that ogre!

Harvey: I respect that, but if you ask me, she’s poking the wrong bear. Smith made it clear earlier this week that he wouldn’t take her lightly. Now he’s back up, and--!

Chase: Ouch! That high knee caught Smith right in the nose!

Harvey: Smith’s in the corner-- and now Ōshima comes with the rolling elbow!

Chase: And the Spinning Backfist!

Harvey: The Xtreme Champion is being lit up!

Our partisan crowd roars for Shione as Smith’s eyes seem to go glazed and he sways in the corner, unsteadily. She backs to the center of the ring and charges at the cornered Smith once more, leaping up to go for double knees to the jaw-- but Smith explodes out of the corner and captures her, throwing her back onto his shoulders to nail a Running Samoan Drop! The crowd groans in sympathy for Ōshima and Smith lifts her up by her arm, Irish Whipping her toward the turnbuckles. Shione slams into them sternum-first and stumbles backward into a Sidewalk Slam by Smith followed by a far-leg cover.

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Harvey: Kickout right before 2 by Shione and I think Smith is a bit surprised at the energy she has left after that powerhouse assault!

Chase: She looks like she can take a beating.

Harvey: Excuse me?

Chase: Hm?

A.C. Smith backs into the corner and waits for Shione to get up, bouncing from foot to foot in the corner, staring her down as she climbs to her feet in the center of the ring. Shione turns around and Smith charges at her for a Spear! Shione runs forward and leaps over Smith, performing a somersault over his back to drop down and roll him up with a Schoolboy! The referee is in perfect position to drop down and count!

Harvey: What a counter! Ōshima may have it!

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THRRRE-- Kickout!

There is a loud reaction from the crowd-- some sighing in relief, and a vocal minority in disappointment. Smith stumbles to his feet, slightly disoriented from the counter. He turns around, using the ropes and Ōshima charges at him for a Cross Body-- but Smith grabs her in mid-air and walks forward a bit before launching her into the ropes with a Fallaway Slam! Shione bounces off of the ropes and face-first to the canvas. She clutches her jaw in pain and climbs to her feet, but immediately falls victim to a Belly-to-Belly Overhead Suplex! Shione lies motionless in the mat and Smith takes a moment to shake the proverbial cobwebs out before crawling over and hooking the near leg.

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TH-- Shoulder up!

Chase: I thought the ogre had it there.

Harvey: Shione Ōshima may be, pound-for-pound, one of the toughest Megastars we’ve seen on the Overdrive roster in a long time.

Chase: Haha, notice how her friend Amy Zing isn’t out here… Amy hates Smith. I wonder if she whispered anything in Shione’s ear before this match? Something to fire her up…

Harvey: I don’t think she needs any “firing up” but Smith’s got her up in the Gutwrench! He’s got her up, looking for the Gutwrench Powerbomb!

...But Ōshima reverses the move in mid-air and snaps off with a Hurricanrana into a pin! The referee counts Smith’s shoulders to the canvas!

Harvey: One! Two! Three-- did she-- no! Smith kicked out just in time!

Chase: Luckiest man on Earth.

Smith and Ōshima reach their feet at the same time once again and Ōshima nails a stomp to his midsection. Smith staggers backward but blocks her attempt at a roundhouse to the temple-- however she nails three sharp kicks to his left thigh and Smith’s leg buckles! Shione delivers a step-up Enzuigiri! Smith falls face-down to the mat and with a sold-out crowd roaring behind her, Shione makes her way out to the apron and up to the top turnbuckle as Smith climbs to his hands and knees… and she leaps from the top for a Diving Double Knee Drop to the back of the neck, driving Smith skull-first into the canvas! The crowd explodes at the maneuver and Ōshima uses every ounce of power, trying to push Smith onto his back.

Harvey: That’s it! That’s gotta do it! A.C. Smith’s skull has just been crushed!

Chase: I blame Amy Zing for this! She’s in the back, grinning somewhere! Ah… LOOK! Ōshima’s got him on his back! Jackknife pin!

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Harvey: So close!

Smith shoves Ōshima off at the last possible second and the crowd continues to buzz as Shione rolls away from him and back to her knees. She measures Smith as he groggily gets to his feet and she sprints past him, toward the turnbuckles he’s facing, leaping to the top and coming off for a Moonsault, but Smith in one swift motion grabs her out of the air, drops her onto the shoulder and slams her to the mat for an Oklahoma Powerslam! Ōshima arches her back in agony, but rolls out of the ring before Smith is able to make the cover! Smith tries to go after her, but the referee pushes him back, telling him to “wait.” He turns and begins to administer his ten count-- but at the count of three, Smith moves past him and goes to the outside, forcing the ref to stop! Smith goes to hoist Oshima up by her arm, but she draws him near and nails a modified Short-Arm Elbow! Smith falls backwards and Ōshima hits a running knee that forces Smith to pivot and fall-- face-first onto the steel steps! With his chin resting on the steps, and the referee officially restarting his count, Smith watches in pain as Ōshima goes to the other side of the steps and begins to charge at him!

Chase: There’s no way this can be good!

Harvey: My God, she might--!

Smith shoves the steps away from him and the top half collides with the foot that Shione had extended toward the stairs! More stunned than hurt, she staggers back-- but Smith leaps over the base of the steel stairs and takes her to the ground on the outside with a Running Lariat! Ōshima is taken head-over-heels and the crowd roars at the display of raw power.

Chase: He tried to kill her!

Harvey: The referee’s up to the count of six!

The Xtreme Champion pulls Ōshima to her feet and rolls her into the ring beneath the bottom rope. He follows his opponent inside and Shione groggily sits up, but Smith captures her from behind in a Dragon Sleeper! The referee gets in position and asks if she’ll submit, but Shione refuses! The crowd begins to clap rhythmically. She begins to fight her way to a vertical base, but Smith keeps the Dragon Sleeper locked in! Shione begins to force her way out of it, though she shows signs of pain and struggle-- and Smith turns, driving her to the canvas with an elbow over her sternum! He makes the cover.

Harvey: Ouch! And a modified version of Smith’s Police Lineup drives Shione right to the ground.

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THR-- shoulder up!

Smith looks at the referee, arching an eyebrow and double-checking the count. The referee assures him it was “2”. Smith sighs and lifts Shione up, positioning her for a Suplex, but as he lifts her, Shione lands behind him! Smith turns around and swings an elbow at her, catching her in the temple! Shione hits the ground, but is back up within a second. Smith shoots the ropes and comes at Shione for a Lariat, but she ducks under it and maneuvers herself behind Smith… And the crowd pops as she is able to drill Smith to the mat with a Release German Suplex!

Harvey: WOW! Did you see it?! Pure strength by Shione Ōshima!

Chase: I think Smith’s knocked out! He landed on the back of his head and neck!

Ōshima rolls on top of Smith, hooking the far leg and grapevining the near one!

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Ōshima finally shows signs of frustration, looking down at Smith for a moment, but she seems to reach a decision within her own head and steps out to the apron. She climbs to the top rope and waits for A.C. Smith to climb to his feet. Smith turns around and Ōshima leaps from the top rope to come crashing down on the unsteady Smith with a Flying Cross Body!

Chase: Caught!

Smith captures Ōshima in his arms and delivers a Tilt-A-Whirl Slam! Ōshima groans in pain and rolls away, pulling herself to her feet in the corner. She turns around and Smith charges at her, going for a Shoulder Block to smash her in the corner-- but Ōshima sprints out of the way and shoots the far ropes! Smith stumbles out of the corner, clutching his arm, and turns around… Into a Running Yakuza Kick from the rebounding Ōshima!

Harvey: HIGH TIDE CRASH!

Smith falls forward, after the move and Ōshima catches him, rolling him into an Inside Cradle!

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The bell sounds and “Big Time Changes” hits the PA system! The crowd roars for the newcomer as she rolls away from Smith, who is now in a seated position, holding a hand to his head in pain.

Paige: Here is your winner… Shione “SURGE” ŌSHHHIIIMAAAA!

Harvey: I can’t believe it! The High Tide Crash out of nowhere and Shione Ōshima just PINNED the Xtreme Champion, clean in the ring!

Chase: I’ll be damned. She beat the ogre. There’s an Xtreme Title match in her future.

The referee hands Smith his championship, but returns to the corner of the ring to help the groggy Ōshima to her feet, raising her arm in victory.

Harvey: And listen to this crowd! Half of them are in shock, and half are on their feet!

Smith exits the ring with the Xtreme Championship on his shoulder but stops on the apron, glancing at Shione Ōshima as she celebrates. Smith gives her a nod before dropping down from the apron and making his way up the ramp.

Harvey: A show of respect there by the Xtreme Champion after what was just a highly competitive matchup! I wouldn’t be surprised to see these two lock up again in the future with that title on the line!

Chase: It sounds like that’s what the fans want.

Shione receives a round of applause as she energetically raises a fist in the ring. She grins, happily out to the masses.

The Camera shows AC standing at the top of the ramp, looking on at Shione, and from behind, Leon Roberts runs out and Clothesline AC in the back of the head. AC is down and unsure what just hit him.

Harvey: Come on, AC just had a hard fought match![/color]

Leon lifts AC up in a Gorilla Press Slam and drops him with a chokeslam!

Chase: The Hellbound Chokeslam!!![/color]

Leon backs away as Shine runs up the ramp. She and Leon have a stare down before Leon goes backstage. Shione checks on AC as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Cutting backstage shows both Cindy Shannon and Shane West arguing at each side of Jason Kash. Both have their own cameramen and microphones in their hands trying to get an Interview from "The Influence" in his return to APW.

Shannon: Shane, I was here first. Jason wants to give me his first interview back so BACK off!

West: You suck at interviewing, he wants someone who will actually ask the burning questions. You'll end up bent over some chair knowing HIS track record!

Kash: Ummm...

The two won't stop arguing, continuing on with small jabs to the other trying to win a debate for the right to conduct the interview. Kash waves at the Live cameras and the audience out at ring side burst into laughter as he watches to two go back and forth like a Boxing Press Conference.

Shannon: Jason, Jason, who do YOU want conducting this Interview?

West: Yeah? Go ahead and give her the bad news, she can take it. She takes bad news all the time when she wakes up in the morning.

Shannon: HEY! At least my job description hasn't turned into a part time gig. I know you NEED to pay the bills, go talk to someone else!

Kash: Can I talk?

They both look at him then at each other again. They hadn't even heard his answer on who's he'd want doing the interview.

West: Yeah, talk, tell this old news Interviewer that she's expendable. So much so she should try to get in on the next movie!

Shannon: Oh my god! You are so LAME!!

Having had enough, Kash slaps an open palm over both their mouths. Shannon mumbles but her words are blocked.

Kash: Shut up...Both of you! How about you both ask me questions? I don't really like doing interviews but if you want to fight over the whole thing then take turns asking the questions and let's get it over with..MmmKay? OK..

He removes his hands from their mouths and both look regretful of their simple bickering. Cindy Shannon nods and extends a hand towards Shane West.

Shannon: I'm sorry, you are a terrific Interviewer and Announcer! It's a damn shame you're not seen on a more regular basis. Forgive me?

West: Of course...Now, Kash I want the first question!

Shannon: Ughhh!!

West: With your return to APW, was Overdrive your only option?

Kash looks at Shannon and pats her on the small of her back ever so slightly as he turns to answer West's question.

Kash: I'm in APW and while before I've done my best to promote Asylum I am an APW Competitor so I'm gonna fit in where I am needed. That's what a loyal worker does. Do I have a preference, sure. Why wouldn't I? In APW, I was made on Asylum. In APW, I became World Heavyweight Champion, GRAND SLAM Champion on Asylum. It's my memories of this great promotion and that won't change. Right now I'm competing on Overdrive and that's where the focus should be and will remain.

Jumping on board right as he stops talking, Cindy Shannon is quick to take her turn as he glares over at Shane West and back to Kash.

Shannon: Havok didn't have too much to say but did say a lot of things that people have talked about. Did anything he had to say hold any water and would you like to comment on him?

West: Wow, such an obvious question...Weak!

Before Shannon can react, before another verbal battle erupts, Jason Kash cuts in answering the question like Shane West had never opened his mouth.

Kash: This "Street Talker" could sit here and "Ebonics" you to death as Havok said but to end this night I get to go out there in front of all these people in the CITY OF LOVE!!

CHEAP POP ERUPTS

Kash: I get to go out there and SHOW him a difference. He was asked to SAVE Shockwave! How special is he to think that highly of himself? Short bus special is what he is if he thinks for a half frickin' second that he can SAVE anything in this company. Where has he been getting HIS drugs? This dude is nothing but repeated personalities that this business has seen FIFTY times over! What about him is original? He does the same crap everytime he claims to be a new man and now he's just sitting around DRINKING with yet ANOTHER Protege? Srrious? Havok is the loser...He couldn't CUT IT else where and came crawling back when he realized as much.

Me though? I was brought in because SOMEONE that was running Asylum decided they wanted to abuse their power. Wasn't the League JUST going on about doing the right thing, fighting for the GOOD for this company? Oh how you change your stripes Havok...Heh..I could sit here all day and all night tearing you apart verbally my old buddy but instead I'll go out there and place you under just like every time someone thought I couldn't do the job...

West: Well he saved your butt! Crap question and such a powerful directed answer to his opponent here tonight! Jason I have to ask, Havok and even Level One recently on Twitter made comments that you might be broke. Is there any truth to these claims? I mean "Kash" without money is like Berry without juice!

Kash: First of all, screw Level One. I'M RIGHT HERE "CHAMP" WHERE YOU AT? I'm an Asylum guy calling you out on YOUR show..I want a piece. Don't make me come get a slice big homie..But um..Yeah, it's like they get their information from internet fanboys or something! If I was broke, I'd have been signing to the first big contract some other promotion offered me. Chris Madison just recently signed and became a Champion in an Indy Promotion. I could have done just that, continued working as much as I could or went out and got some 9 to 5 gig but did I?

No I trained and I lived WELL within my needs and means while doing so. To answer your question though, no I'm good on funds. High on Green in more ways than one. I don't spend money, I make it. Like my new contract with APW. Good money, nothing I won't earn twice over...I'm not a greedy man and I'd fight for Pennies if it meant putting my hands on people like Havok, like Raab, like so many others who I will and have seen before. I GOT MONEY...Now I'm going to get ready to go and get my Fix to the Addiction I have. One of a few but this one involves Action...RRRAAHH!

He steps by them both and exits the scene as both Shane West and Cindy Shannon nudge at each other, still having some bitterness between them.


Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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

Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen, our new North American champion Amy Zing is on her way to the ring presumably to address her great fans regarding her huge victory at Shockwave.

Chase: How self indulgent of her.

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 slapping hands with the fans on both sides of the barricade as she does. Amy Zing retrieves a microphone from ringside and slides under the bottom rope.

She speaks into the microphone but the signal is cut off. She stumbles in the ring confused - perhaps even embarrassed until ''Put you on Game'' by Lupe Fiasco kicks into the PA system to the shock and awe of the crowd...

Harvey: Uh - oh! We all know who that entrance music belongs to our APW world heavyweight champion Level-One! Though, what could he possibly want with Amy Zing?

Chase: I guess he's just here to congratulate her on her North American title win!

Harvey: Yeah, right.

From behind the curtains, Level-One along with the LeWinter sisters step out from behind the curtains with the APW world heavyweight raised high above their head in between the two of them. Their interruption is largely met with boos as Amy Zing readies for a fight inside the ring. However the Synndicate clearly has different plans in mind and remain at the top of the ramp with Level-One wielding a microphone.

Level-One: Hi, Amy. How are you doing tonight?

Amy Zing offers no response before Level-One mockingly points his ear in her direction.

Level-One: Oh, you're doing great. Well, that's great to hear Amy. Really, it is because I couldn't help but notice little ol' you is now glittered up with some meaningless championship I'm not really familiar with. Though, I'll tell you this. Your win on Sunday means that you hold a bit more clout around here as a result and I? I like that.

Level-One looks back at the LeWinter sisters who repay him with reassuring nods before he turns his focus back onto Amy Zing who's standing in the center of the ring.

Level-One: I am really glad you found your lane - I mean, how tired was everyone getting every time you called me out for an APW world heavyweight title match. I mean, REALLY? Sure, you can pull off a few cool moves and pull the fans into your match real well but there's more to this business than just that. See, unlike you - everyone who's ever made a name for themselves understands that philosophy. It isn't enough to just show up and do your thing, nope. You must go above and beyond to put on a show. You must get these people interested and then take their money because they want to give it to you and President Jeff needs his cut of the pie. In laymens terms Amy Zing - this is all about business. Nothing more, nothing less.

Level-One snickers as he points to himself.

Level-One: So why am I out here? Why is a man of my stature even giving you the time of day? Well, it's because - I want something from you. You Amy Zing, you're finally relevant to me and my Synndicate even if only temporarily - the span of one cold night to be exact. Now we don't expect much from you, if anything at all - but this is all the start of something bigger, you see? Behind those curtains, I have someone I want you to meet again. This competitor is strong, smart and beautiful and you Amy Zing will be the first footnote in her chapter here on Overdrive...

Congratulations?

The LeWinter sisters both step aside - one to the far left of the stage and the other to the far right as Level-One delivers the announcement.

Level-One: Please welcome the NEWEST member of Thursday Night Overdrive and the Synndicates perfect ten.... the ONE and ONLY... KAYLYN JAMES EVANS!

...Good luck, Amy.

"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 side-effects are sexual
Are you down for a taste?
The side effects are sexual
And you love the way I say

I'm your favorite drug
Your favorite drug
Just one hit is never enough
I'm your favorite drug
Your favorite drug
You can't break this addiction, no.
Your favorite drug...."

The lyrics to Porcelian and the Tramps' "I'm Your Favorite Drug" continue 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. 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.

Harvey: These two have met before, and both look ready for another incredible contest here tonight.

Chase: I know I'm ready! Ready for everybody's favorite drug!

Outside the ring, Level-One walks around the squared circle towards the announce team of Chase and Harvey.

Level-One: You two dorks got room for one more?

Harvey: Oh... absolutely not!

Chase: We sure do!

Johnny Chase quickly pops up and slams Harvey's face off the announce table as hard as he can rendering him nearly unconscious. Lester laughs as he picks up his remains and violently tosses Harvey aside clearing his table space before taking a seat and joining his good friend on the commentary team.

Chase: Oh my god, this is a dream come true! I can't believe I am going to have the honor to call a match with you, Lester! I mean, it's just an honor calling one of your matches period!

Level-One: I appreciate that, Johnny. Now that Harvey is out of commission for what should be about ten minutes which is more than enough time for our lovely Kaylyn James Evans to dispatch Ms. Zing here - for the first time in APW commentary history, we're going to hear commentary that is both fair and balanced.

Chase: Ain't that the truth brother!

Amy Zing vs. Kaylyn James Evans

When the bell rings, only one of the competitors remains in the ring. Amy Zing has turned away from her waiting opponent, mounting the turnbuckle and throwing her arms up to tease a roar from the crowd. Smiling happily, she lowers her arms and prepared to go for another-- just in time for Kaylyn to leap up behind her.

Chase: That's what you get for not being ready!

Level-One: Right, Amy Zing should really stop show boating like she's auditioning for a spot in the Synndicate or something; all she needs to do is take one look Kaylyn and realize she isn't Synndicate material. Hey Chase... would you even?

Chase: Would I even, what?

Level-One: Yeah, exactly. Amy Zing is batting a solid .500 right to the face.

But Amy is; she throws a back elbow before KJE can properly apply a waistlock, catching the Perfect Ten with a glancing strike that causes her to drop from the second rope to the ring proper. She's about to jump up again, when Zing follows up with a swift application of her boot, missing by inches as Kaylyn darts backward.

It's all the opening the Hong Kong Sensation needs to take to the air, body twisting gracefully to nail her opponent with a Moonsault Press flowing straight into a pin attempt. The ref hits the mat in preparation.

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Chase: No surprise that isn't enough - these two ladies are just getting started!

Level-One: A complete show of disrespect from Amy Zing here thinking that she could beat my girl Kaylyn with so much ease. Nice moonsalt press though, it's clear Amy Zing has been watching my tapes.

Rolling back to her feet, Amy Zing runs a quick circuit of the ring, coming back toward KJE as she stands and attempting to score with a rapid-fire sequence of dropkicks. The first gives her another glancing blow, but the second and third are parried as the Perfect Ten backpedals, then on the third turns away and back flips effortlessly...

Chase: Pow!

Level-One: That's what we're talking about! To the monkeys in the back if you really want to give the fans what they want, let's slow that one down and play it back.

Chase: Oh yeah, I like your style champ!

Stunned, Amy Zing drops to all fours, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs as her opponent hits the ropes and comes back with a Basement Dropkick that scatters the Hong Kong Sensation across the canvas.

Amy's back to her feet quickly, using one hand to steady herself on the ropes as the other pushes the hair from her face. Bright eyes regard the oncoming Evans, and then she drops low, executing a Drop Toe Hold that sends the Perfect Ten staggering off the ropes. Springing up, Zing derives a big cheer from the Parisian fans as she follows up with a Frankensteiner, ending up seated on KJE's chest, one arm flung up as she makes the pin.

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KJE is up quickly, drawing a breath to gather her composure as she watches Amy Zing stand in turn and spin back toward her. The Hong Kong Sensation is met with a Spear that plows her right back down to the canvas!

Chase: Yes, I love it! Kaylyn is giving her the punishment she deserves!

Level-One: I wouldn't go that far, Chase. If Amy Zing was to receive the punishment she deserves, I'd step in there myself and stomp her face into the mat myself.

Chase: Why don't you take a trip to the ring then, champ?

Level-One: Well, I'm working on a new PR campaign and I really don't want to make the firm work overtime. Human resources are still investigating our treatment of twelve Indonesian children in our merchandise department who I'll say nothing more about. 

Measuring the fallen Zing, Kaylyn drops a knee across her back and then rolls her over, attempting to hook a leg only for the wily North American champion to wriggle free and get back to her feet. They have a brief staredown before trading shots; a backhand chop from Zing, a couple of forearm blows from KJE, and finally a leg lariat from the Hong Kong Sensation that misses by inches – Kaylyn is gone, hitting the ropes and coming back with another Spear.

Chase: Amy Zing is probably dumb enough to fall for the same trick twice!

This time, Amy Zing evades it, going around the back and then flipping to deliver an ambitious and punishing manouevre; getting her arms up just before she hits the canvas to drive Kaylyn down with a low-angled Ace Crusher.

Zing spins up to one knee, throwing her arms out to receive the cheers of the crowd – but the hesitation does cost her, KJE able to roll away from a pinning attempt, getting to her own knees in time to meet Zing with a blow to the gut that doubles her over. Standing, Kaylyn seizes her opponent and scores with a brutal Powerbomb that shakes the ring!

Chase: You know, Harv, I never did believe that saying 'the bigger they are, the harder they fall...'

Level-One: And why's that, Chase?

Chase: Well, Amy Zing goes down pretty hard and she's TINY!

Level-One: Pfft, I thought you were going to give me some credit. I mean, I'm big as hell and I never fall.

KJE spares a smile and a hairflip before going for the pin on her splattered opponent.


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Level-One: What a fool, you know... she would stay down and take the loss if she knew any better.

Chase: Ignorance is bliss.

The Perfect Ten slaps the canvas, wagging a finger in admonishment and warning at the referee before she picks Amy Zing up and goes for a Snap Suplex that the smaller woman manages to block... then going for a reversal!

Level-One: Are you impressed with Amy Zing yet, Chase?

Chase: Nope.

Level-One: Me too.

Kaylyn fights back in her turn, and the two end up separating to a standoff. Pacing around one another, they tease several lockups before KJE turns away, throwing up her arms. Amy Zing looks momentarily confused – and it's enough! KJE turns, rakes her eyes, and then seizes her, shouting out to the rafters before spinning around and sitting out into a Spinebuster. Amy Zing goes down like a sack of potatoes, and KJE goes for the pin once more.

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Chase: And it still isn't enough folks!

Level-One: That spine buster was perfectly executed which means the only reasonable explanation for Amy Zing to kick out is that she is immune to the spine buster.

Chase: ... wait, how?

Level-One: Amy Zing has no spine, Chase!

The Hong Kong Sensation is full of fighting spirit as she forces her way up and back to her feet, pulling her opponent after her to respond with a flurry of knee strikes, leaping up with the last and almost driving THROUGH Kaylyn on her way to the ropes upon the other side. She hits them with authority, and comes sprinting back to nail the like-sized woman with an astonishingly momentous Tornado DDT. Amy gets so much on it that she has to slide under the bottom rope to save herself from an embarrassing collision at the other end; missing the pin attempt in the process.

Chase: A small mistake there from the North American champion. She will not be happy with that.

Level-One: A small mistake, Chase? Let's not undersell Amy Zing here. That was nothing short of how the kids say, an epic fail!? You don't think she's a Harvey fan and just took that as an opportunity to join him on the outside of the ring do you?

Chase: God, I sure hope not!

KJE is back on her feet and waiting with a catty smirk as Amy bounds up onto the apron. Surging forward, she steps up onto the bottom rope and hops into violence, launching a knee like a CANNON. It's an unorthodox but still wildly familiar Shining Wizard that sends Amy Zing back to the outside – and nastily, her body crashing against the barrier!

Chase: Ouch, looks like Kaylyn is taking a page out of your books here with that nasty hard nosed assault!

Level-One: Hey, we're not perfect but did you see the way Amy Zing crashed into that barrier? I don't know about you but that looked like an attempt was made by Amy Zing to injure a few fans in the front row - too bad she forgot the APW has a barrier in place to protect them from violent psychos like her.

Chase: The APW is all about safety first folks, thanks for reminding the viewers at home. Please do not try this, these are...

Level-One: Yadda, Yadda, Yadda... my brother almost broke my neck when I was twelve practicing these moves and I loved every moment of it, Chase.

Kaylyn pauses to play to the crowd, who oblige her with a dissenting noise that she laps up like cream from a saucer, swaggering seductively from post to post before clambering onto the bottom rope once more.

Chase: Kaylyn... you so fine!

Amy is up on the outside but still stunned, all too prone to further damage as KJE launches herself, pouncing from the first to the top rope and then taking flight. The crowd cheer in spite of themselves as she soars and comes down with an incredible double knee strike to Amy's shoulders, driving the North American champion like a nail into the ground!

Chase: She made her bow down with that one, Lester! As she should!

Level-One: Hey, Chase. I bet you wouldn't mind bowing down to Kaylyn Evans if you know what I mean!

Chase: No, I have no idea what your talking about.

Level-One: You sly dog, you!

Kaylyn gets to her feet to trade sharp, if confidently composed, words with a fan just behind the barrier. She flicks her fingers at him dismissively, and aims a 'dainty' kick into Zing's ribs before getting back into the ring to break the referee's count. She's about to head back outside when she notices Amy moving to stand, and rolls into the ring instead.

Chase: Looks like Kaylyn Evans is dealing with a few distractions outside the ring but is right back on Zing.

Level-One: It must be one of those annoying CJ Gates fans.

Chase: Worse yet, how about an Amy Zing fan?

Level-One: Okay, now let's not get carried away here.

And Amy Zing does, managing to evade an almost nonchalant attempted clothesline by KJE, hitting the opposing ropes for some momentum before coming back with an array of martial arts strikes – a chop flows into a palm thrust to the gut, the Hong Kong Sensation rising into a sequence of roundhouse kicks to the shin, thigh, hip and finally the head – sending Kaylyn spinning to the canvas in a heap. Looking to the crowd with a breathless smile, Amy goes for the pin.

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Kickout by Kaylyn James Evans!

Chase: With authority!

Level-One: Kaylyn is sending a message here by kicking out like that. It means she's not exhausted and Amy Zing isn't hurting her and considering how many close calls we almost saw go the other way, it's clear who's been the dominate force in this match.

Chase: Yeah, exactly! I mean, we're not trying to come off one sided here folks but Amy Zing is barely giving us anything to work with.

Level-One: I'll go one further and say that she sucks. Yes, that's it. Amy Zing sucks!

Chase: Agreed!

Level-One: Though to be fair, I bet she makes some pretty good Chinese food.

Amy looks shocked, but hits the ropes again. This time Kaylyn is ready, rolling beneath an attempted Leg Lariat and coming back with a push kick that staggers Zing. As the North American champion takes a knee, KJE smiles mockingly and cuts an exaggerated and wildly unrealistic 'kung fu' pose to the crowd's derision. She flicks her fingers at the lot of them, then promptly (and non-literally) removes Amy Zing's head with a soccer kick. She goes for the pin.

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Kickout by Amy Zing!

Chase: That was a nice kick. You think Kaylyn Evans played soccer when she was younger?

Level-One: I don't know but I heard this one case where a head coach put a camera in the girls locker room, I can't imagine anyone going through all that effort if Kaylyn James Evans wasn't on the team.

Chase: Well just so the folks at home know, he's in jail now.

Amy is on her feet first – albeit by a whisker – and comes in with a double palm thrust to catch Kaylyn off guard. It's KJE's turn to stumble, and Zing is quick to seize her moment – hopping up and into a wild flying head scissors that sends the Perfect Ten tumbling and rolling under the bottom rope to the outside.

Chase: Oh my, I better go out there and help her up!

Level-One: Stay here, Chase. It's our job to remain impartial, remember? Not to mention, I think Ms. Evans will be disgusted by you touching her anywhere on her body.

Chase: What, it's not like hundreds of other...

Level-One: Whatever your about to say, you better cut it short right there or you'll be joining Harvey in recounting your dreams together.

Amy Zing pumps a fist, yells out to the crowd – who return her cry passionately – and comes off the ropes before hitting a trademark Phoenixsault (springboard corkscrew moonsault) to the outside! Kaylyn is down again in an instant, long enough for a surprisingly energetic Amy to run a victory lap around the perimeter before rolling back into the ring.

Chase: Looks like Amy Zing is trying to rile up the crowd!

Level-One: This women show boats more than I do. This isn't a freaking track meet - is she going to work in a few jumping jacks and push ups too while she's at it?

Chase: I wouldn't mind a yoga session right about now to be honest.

Kaylyn heaves heavy breaths on the outside before making her own way back in, doing so cagily. It takes several fakeouts before she actually makes it back through the ropes, just in time to drop down low and take an onrushing Amy Zing overhead with a Back Body Drop...

...that only sees her flip in the air and land upon the apron, turning into a high kick that strikes like a thunderbolt!

Chase: Kaylyn Evans is seeing stars right now!

Level-One: What, is she looking in my mirror!?

KJE does seem rattled by the blow, staggering into the middle of the ring before falling facefirst onto the mat. She begins to rise, pushing herself up on her hands, but it gives Zing plenty of time – time she uses to mount the turnbuckle and get the crowd fired up. They begin to chant her name, and everyone knows what's coming...

Chase: The Fenghuang Kick!

Level-One: The say WHAT!? Listen if I can't pronounce it, it can't happen! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT!?

Amy Zing spins off the turnbuckle into the air, whipping through five hundred and forty degrees to catch the rising Kaylyn James Evans with a kick straight to the noggin. The crowd can taste it, Amy Zing can taste it...

Level-One: No!

And it's the second time lightning strikes. KJE drops to the canvas, and the Hong Kong Sensation goes for the pin.

Chase: Please, no!

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Winner: Amy Zing

Chase: I can't believe it, Lester. The North American champion Amy Zing has defeated the Synndicates Kaylyn James Evans in her debut match here on Overdrive.

Level-One: This is a tough loss for us especially Kaylyn but I know she'll be back better. I suppose a little more work in the gym won't hurt the either of us...

Chase: You're one lucky dude, please convince her to let me taste her sweat someday.

Level-One rips off the headphones clearly upset by the outcome, as he grabs Harvey who's still lying on the outside of the ring and throws him back in his chair at the announce table.

Chase: Hey, Harvey - man, you won't believe what you just missed while you decided to take a poorly timed nap!

In the ring, Amy is celebrating as she does best – hitting each turnbuckle before heading out to trade words and slap hands with her fans. She pauses for the odd photo, fired up with big smiles and happy to pose with her title belt just as long as she's allowed. Meanwhile, KJE has gotten to her knees in the ring, expression dark and dour as she heads to the outside herself, snapping at fans who try to draw her attention or ire. She slinks away into the arms of Level-One as Amy continues to celebrate.

Chase: Well, that makes two for two. I guarantee you, Harv, if they meet again there won't be a third time for Zing.

Harvey: Where am I?

The action cuts from ringside as Amy hold up her belt to another resounding cheer from the Parisian fans

[President Jeff]

The camera cuts backstage, where Biggs is in the locker room, having changed into his street clothes after his match. He's wearing a “District 12” shirt, from The Hunger Games, along with jean shorts. He's tying up his sneakers as there is a knock on the door. Biggs immediately springs up, and cautiously walks to the door.

Biggs: Who is it?

A slightly muffled voice can be heard from the other side of the door.

Cindy: It's Cindy Shannon. I have a few questions for you, if you don't mind!

Biggs eases up a bit, and opens the door, letting the backstage interviewer into his locker room.

Biggs: I appreciate the fact that you knocked first. I should have known there wasn't any danger, because I don't think the Black Hand would give me the courtesy of a knock.

Cindy: No, they wouldn't. Still, you seem jumpy tonight...

Biggs: Well, besides the fact that there's a looming threat hanging over me, despite the fact that my best friend, C.J. Gates, wasn't medically cleared to fly all the way out here to Paris thanks to his match with Level-One at Shockwave, and the fact that these doors don't have locks, well, things are going just fine!

Biggs keeps an eye on the door, while Cindy fires away with her first question.

Cindy: Earlier tonight, following your match against Kurt Styles, The Black Hand let their presence be felt by brutally assaulting Styles after you had left the ring. Yet despite the fact that Styles was your opponent tonight, and the fact that he took advantage of Michael Jennings' attack on you the last time you two met in the ring, you still went back to help him. What I'm sure everyone is wondering is why?

Biggs: You're asking me why would I put myself in danger to help a man who wouldn't do the same for me. You're asking me why I would risk taking on The Black Hand by myself, for a man who would just as soon walk away as he would spit on me. Couldn't it just be the fact that I'm generally a nice guy who doesn't like to see other people taken advantage of? Couldn't it just be the fact that I saw a guy in trouble so I helped him out?

Well, I'm going to be honest, it's not any of those things. The fact of the matter is that things between me and The Black Hand are far from finished, at least in their minds. When I beat Michael Jennings in the Chairs Match, that should have been that. We had our match, I won, he lost, the end.

But something I'm finding out about the Black Hand real quickly is that they are incredibly sore losers. I could understand them attacking me. After all, I beat one of their defacto leaders. But Kurt, he's done nothing the rile them up, at least not that I'm aware of. They just attacked him because they could, and I'll be honest, that doesn't sit right with me.

Now I'm not saying I'm some paragon of virtue. You know as well as I do my sordid past. But whenever I attacked people back in the day, it was for a reason. I didn't do it just to flex my muscles, just to stroke my ego. No, I did it with purpose...

Suddenly, the door bursts open, and The Black Hand storms the locker room!

Biggs; Get out of here, Cindy!

Biggs steps up in-between Cindy Shannon and his attackers, guarding her. He gets swarmed by Niobe Martin, Tommy Knox, and Chris Madison, while Micheal Jennings guards the exit! While The Black Hand pummels Biggs, Cindy tries to escape, but Jennings halts her exit! He wraps an arm around her waist, and holds her head, forcing her to watch the assault on Biggs!

Jennings: You watch this, and you tell everyone what The Black Hand is capable of!

Knox grabs a hold of Biggs' head, and bounces it off the steel locker again and again until The Spaceman is busted wide open! For his part, Biggs is trying desperately to fight back, but the odds are too much! Any time he gets a hit on one of his attackers, the other two are right there to knock him back down! Eventually, The Black Hand has Biggs beaten down to the ground, and are stomping him and kicking him mercilessly! Niobe breaks from the pack to grab a steel garbage can from up against the wall, laying it out in front of the bench where Biggs was sitting earlier. She pats her allies on the back, motioning for Madison to climb up on the bench. Her and Knox then pull Biggs up, and force him up onto the bench as well. Cindy screams in horror as Madison pulls Biggs in, and jumps up, pulling off a Canadian Destroyer off the bench right into the garbage can! Biggs twitches violently as Jennings shoves Cindy down, and stands over the downed Spaceman. In a calm, eerie voice, Jennings speaks to Biggs.

Jennings: Did that have enough purpose for you?

He gives Biggs a hard stomp before he and the rest of The Black Hand calmly leave the locker room! Cindy Shannon crawls over to Biggs to check on him as the camera cuts back out to Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase at ringside.

Harvey: That was just a brutal, heinous attack by The Black Hand on Biggs here tonight. Sure, they may disagree with what he had to say about them, but like always, they took things too far!

Chase: Biggs should have known better than to hang around the arena so long after his match, knowing that The Black Hand was here tonight! This is just as much his fault as it is theirs!

Harvey: Nobody told The Black Hand that they had to brutalize him in that manner! Nobody told them they had to traumatize our broadcast colleague Cindy Shannon like that! This whole thing just makes me sick to my stomach!

Paige: The following is your Overdrive MAIN EVENT and it is scheduled for One Fall. Introducing first, he is a former APW World Heavyweight Champion and Xtreme Champion! He is the returning..."Enforcer Of Sorrow" NATHANIEL HAAAVOOK!!!

“Cult of Personality” hits on the PA system, much to the delight of the capacity crowd. Nathaniel Havok makes his way out to the entrance ramp, extremely hyped and ready to go. He throws his arms in the air as pyro goes off around him, before walking down the ramp, slapping the hands of fans on his way down. He slides into the ring and pops up gracefully off the mat, hitting the far right turnbuckle to pose for the crowd. He hops down and stands in the corner, as his music fades out.

Chase: It's good to see Nathaniel Havok back where he belongs!

Harvey: Shhh..Paige is going to talk again! She's pretty..

Paige: And his opponent..He is an APW World Title, Grand Slam CHAMPION!! "The Influence" JASSOON KAAASSH!!!

"I come apart Baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checking trouble sure, moving
down the line
I come part baby, but that's ok
cause Trouble man, don't get in my way"

Just as the Marvin Gaye sample switches to the first verse, Jason Kash walks out from the back carrying a white Hand Towel as Green Lights flicker to the clap of the song as he stands to the edge of the stage and fans vibrate the arena with cheers. He smiles big to show he's removed his "2 Tooth Dentures" and the entire arena erupts with cheers!

"I'm just a hood dude, I ain't never had shit
Just a bad attitude and a bad bitch
Duffle pack full of tools and a half brick
30, 40, 50 grand in the mattress
Living on the edge just a habit dawg
I'm fucked up in the head, I don't have it all
Ball like a dog, push it to the limit
Bout my business tryna keep from letting
pussy dudes in it."

"Shit I am who I am, fresh up out of apologies
Sometimes I ain't get in trouble, trouble got in me
Guess it follows me but I stays on my hustle man
Still the motherfuckin man, you can call me..."

"INFLUENCE" Flashes big over the big screen and he takes two puff from an Air Joint and raises his arms to the crowd's overall good reaction. He proceeds down the aisle way, gets to ringside and walks over to the nearest steel stairs. He jogs up them, grabbing the corner post as he moves onto the ring apron. Dropping his hand towel nearby, he puts his back to the ring, he removes his shirt to show the top of a singlet showing. He throws his shirt into the crowd and slaps his chest with back hammer fists before throwing his arms up again. He enters the ring ready to fight, compete, RASSSLE...

Harvey: These two have History, they have a natural disliking for each other! This is going to be an Action..Packed..Main Event!

Chase: Kash got Chunky...

Nathaniel Havok Vs. Jason Kash

The fans on their feet as both of these returning MegaStars stand across the ring from each other. Havok with a grin on his face as he stares across at Jason Kash. Pacing, Kash has his eyes on Havok and he notices the change in his demeanor as the bell sounds off. Kash almost skips across the ring and the two old rivals come face to face as Kash begins running his mouth. He points out to the crowd and they roar without knowing what he's even saying as Havok continues just standing there with that grin on his face.

Harvey: He's just standing there smiling?! Havok has officially lost his marbles.

Growing heated as his opponent doesn't say anything back to him, Kash steps back and then face palm, stiff arms Havok to the face hard. Havok laughs, his body jumping as he giggles. Kash launches forward and blasts Havok to the jaw and that knocks Havok back a few steps. Havok still with a smile comes back with his own shot and the match officially begins as the two men trade a few solid shots. Ducking a shot from Havok, Kash rams his shoulder into Havok's mid section and drives him backwards. Havok pounds down into Kash's back until Kash lifts him, twists, and slams him with an Amateur like takedown. The fans like it and show that with a round of cheers.

Rapid short punches to the side of Kash's head as Havok tries to shimmy out of being under Kash on the canvas. The two roll around still trading short shots as Kash on top, lifts up and drops with an driving Elbow to the head of Havok but it's partially blocked. Havok bucks and throws Kash onto his side as Havok scrambles back to his feet. He rushes in and goes for a punt kick to Kash's face but he moves just in the nick of time.

Chase: Ohh that was close! Chunky boy almost got punted to the face!

Harvey: I don't think calling him Chunky will be good for your health if he hears it later..

Chase: Is this an Anti-Bully thing? Am I being mean to the poor man? Get over it, facts of life SAYS he's chunky!

Off the canvas, Kash tries to capitalize but Nathaniel Havok quickly grabs him and plants him with a DDT before he can stands tall and Kash is planted good back into the canvas. Havok rolls him over and hooks a leg, going for an early pin attempt.

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Pushing up to his feet, Havok stomps into Kash as "The Influence" tries moving away. Havok rips him off the canvas, releases Kash leaving him leaned over slouched a bit as he takes off towards the ropes. Havok hits the ropes, the spring him fast back in the direction of Kash and Havok snatches Kash's head, twists it, hitting him with a Spinning Neckbreaker. Turning to his hands and knees, Havok's grin grows in size as his teeth open the pits of his mouth and a crazed look fills his face. The sound of boos from the crowd only feed to the grin, the expression as he crawls over to Kash and stares at him still remaining on his hands and knees.

Harvey: The look in Havok's eyes right now tell of pain and sorrow but that smile..

Chase: Flowers and Rainbows? The man could be in a nuthouse it seems and I can't lie, I kind of like this new Havok.

Rising to his feet, Havok pulls Jason Kash with him. He bends him over and grabs him at the waist for a Gut Wrench move but Kash thrusts a shoulder and turns the grapple into an Atomic Drop. Havok comes down hard onto Kash's knee and Havok goes crooked kneed. The fans cheer as Kash turns and goes to hit the ropes but snaps back towards Havok catching him by surprise, nailing him with a Left Armed Clothesline. Kash grabs the ropes, pushing down on them as he roars out to a cheering crowd.

He turns back towards his opponent and begins to beat on his own chest like the King of some Jungle. Havok turns onto his stomach and as he begins to push up from the canvas, Kash comes in and stomps down on the back of Havok. Instead of another stomp, Kash drops a knee into the small of Havok's back and Havok arches and groans but never screams. Kash grabs a handful of Havok's hair and slams his face down into the canvas a few times. As Kash rises, he pulls Havok up with his hand still in hand. The referee keeps close watch as Kash looks into the face of Havok to find the smile return to his face.

Chase: I think he's enjoying the pain!! This guy is awesome! Takes a lickin' and keeps on a smile!

Harvey: Someone needs to get him one of them quack doctors if you ask me..

Pulling him in, Kash hooks Havok up with a Double Underhook. He lifts Havok and whips him over with a Texas Suplex. Havok hits the canvas hard on his back. As he returns to his feet, Kash turns and heads to the nearby turnbuckles. He climbs up the turnbuckles inside the ring with his back to Havok. As he climbs up and gets above the top rope, he doesn't see Nathaniel Havok rushing up from the canvas. Kash doesn't see it coming as Havok comes in fast and shoves Kash off the top turnbuckle.

He soars out of the ring and crashes hard into the ring side floors. The fans all gasp with the landing as it both thuds and bounces his body off the unforgiving ring side mats. The referee hurries from the ring to check on Kash as Havok watches from inside the ring. A smile now showing his enjoyment of pain in others. The suffering of his opponent as he watches Kash move around.

Harvey: That hurt! He took that entire landing on his side and Havok looks like a fan star struck at his own work!

Chase: I'm almost star struck myself!

After signaling to the referee that he was OK, the referee reentered the ring and began counting out Kash. Pulling himself up using the ring apron, Kash stands to his feet. Inside the ring, Havok stares out at his opponent, the smile still on his face. Then he bursts into a run and hits the nearby turnbuckle, he bounces off the middle adjacent rope, steps on the top turnbuckle and flips forward over the ropes and to the outside, colliding with Jason Kash who almost reaches out to catch him, taking the forceful weight of the "Enforcer of Sorrow" and they both slam down into the ring side floor. Havok rolls off to the side holding with one hand the small of his back. Kash hugging his chest as he leans up against the ring.

Chase: That was just beautiful technique by Nathaniel Havok. Kash didn't see it coming..

Harvey: That surely stirred up the crowd, that's for sure! Havok claims to have fans, or did but these people don't like him too much here in Paris!

Chase: Wee Wee who cares what they like? I don't, city of love should love something as entertaining as Havok!! Their the crazy ones!!

Still holding his back, Havok gets to his feet and stumbles to the side a bit before catching his balance. He pushes himself up onto the ring apron slowly and leans on the ropes as Jason Kash sits up and begins to get up off the ground. Kash at one end of the apron but on the ring side floor and Havok on the apron at the other end, Havok had the clear advantage and knew it. His eyes showed it as he gripped the rope next to him tightly as Kash slowly turned around to face him. Once their eyes lock it is too late as Havok races across the apron, leaps off and cracks a flying knee right into Kash's face. He spins and collapses into the ring side floor once again as Havok lands but pops back to his feet. That evil, twisted grin stretched across his face once again.

Harvey: Good lord! That knee slapped Kash to the face, I believe the cheek bone on the right side felt the brunt of it but that's knock down a building!

To Havok's surprise, Jason Kash crawls over slowly to the steel stairs at the corner post and begins to pull himself up. He climbs the stairs as Havok watches him closely. Kash grabs hold of the ring post at the top of the stairs and pushes on the ring apron to bring himself to a seat at the top of the stairs. Instantly he grabs his chest as Havok whips in a solid and snapping kick to his chest. Again the clap of a kick connects to Kash's chest as he sits at the top of the steel steps. His back to the ring post, Kash is defenseless.

Havok runs and uses the corner of the ring side barrier as ring ropes, seemingly bouncing off them, he rushes at Kash in the short distance now between them and leaps off his feet. He slices through the air and hits a Front Dropkick into the face of Jason Kash.

The crowd loudly gasps

Chase: TOTALLY WICKED!!!

As Kash slumps and Havok lands his back on the length of the stairs, he rolls rolls back to get off the stairs and stands back to his feet. His back aching, he grabs it for a moment but looks at Kash slumped forward a bit and looking out of it. His crazy grin leaves his face as he backs into the barrier once again, he pushes the barrier back further as the fans in the front row are moved back some to make room. Havok rushes forward and flips forward, looking for an extreme cannonball senton but Kash comes to life and rolls off the side of the stairs, falling to the floor. Havok crashes into the stairs and ring post with his back taking all the damage. He screams out as he falls off the other side of the stairs from Kash.

The referee is at 7 when Kash gets up, rolls into the ring and immediately back out to restart the count. He limps over to where Havok is at and even in severe pain, Havok smiles up at Kash as his long time rival approaches. Havok kicks up at Kash but "The Influence" grabs an upkick and rolls Havok backwards feet over head using the leg he caught. Kash bends down, grabs Havok's hair and pulls him up before clubbing him to the back. Havok arches from the blow as Kash rolls him into the ring.

Harvey: Havok's back is in pain but look, he's still smiling! What is wrong with that man?

Chase: He's enjoying himself..?

Harvey: Looks to be the case, I'm enjoying myself so that's all I care about! Action Packed Woot WOOOT!!

Hopping up onto the ring apron on a knee, Kash uses the ropes and pulls himself standing. He bounces through the middle rope and enters the ring, the referee stops counting. Kash rips Havok up off the canvas, turns him around and hooks him up from behind with a Tiger Suplex. Kash lifts and connects with the move and bridges for a pin fall attempt.

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Eyes wide, the kickout actually surprises Kash as he snaps a glare to the referee. Up on his feet, Kash stomps down into Havok's back. Grabbing another handful of hair, Kash lifts Havok up off the canvas. Havok bursts out of the grapple and throws a forearm that catches Kash to the face. Kash shoves Havok back and breaks into a spin before connecting with his Rolling Elbow right into the front of Havok's chin. Kash falls with Havok and pulls him and covers him again.

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Slapping the canvas, Kash gets up annoyed and rips Havok up as he rises himself. Again Havok bursts from the grapple and leaps up, kicking Kash to the side of his head with a huge Enziguri! Kash wobbles in place before slapping down into the canvas. Havok almost falls as he gets to his feet. He listens as the crowd thunders down a reign of boos for the "Enforcer Of Sorrow" but that is when his grin, his small but telling smile reappears on his face. His pains seem to fade as he straightens up and looks down at Kash on the canvas.

Chase: He's got something in his mind, he knows what he wants to do and I'd bet my Mother's innocence that it's going to suck for Jason Kash!

Harvey: Your Mother? She must be proud..

As Kash begins to rise, Havok comes in quick and for the kill as he grabs him by the head and puts Kash in a side headlock. He signals for his Headlock Driver Finisher and the entire arena rumble in a hated boo for Nathaniel Havok.

Chase: This is is, Havok is going for his Finisher! His return shines brightest here tonight!!

As He whips forward to connect, Jason Kash shoves him hard at his lower back. Havok flies forward and slams into the corner turnbuckles and as he whips around, he is met hard with a Corner Kitchen Sink knee. Havok gasps forward but Kash scoops him up in a bodyslam and positions him upside down in the corner.

Harvey: Kash has Havok in a Tree of Woe! A real pickle for Havok...

Chase: Pickle? Your Momma must be proud...Talk about my momma..

Sprinting to the opposite corner, Jason Kash puts his back to the turnbuckles and looks across the ring at Havok hanging upside down. Kash pushes off and takes off running, he puts on the speed (What speed he has) and flips forward, crashing into Havok with a Corner Senton. He bounces off Havok and lands to the canvas but hurries back to his feet as Havok comes loose and collapses into the corner. The crowd excited as they begin to chant for Jason Kash.

LET'S GO KASH, LET'S GO!

LET'S GO KASH! LET'S GO!!

Using the ropes, Kash pulls himself onto his feet. Grabbing Havok by his arm, he helps his opponent up and puts him in a side headlock. Havok begins to drive elbows into Kash's gut and continues throwing them until Kash jumps from the shots and releases the headlock. Nathaniel Havok pops up, grabs Kash by the arm and whips him hard across the ring. Kash springs off the ropes and Havok strikes as Kash comes back as he leaps up and goes for a Hurricanrana but Jason Kash counters it, Powerbombing Havok into the canvas. Kash falls over onto his side from the impact but Havok looks like an arch as the pain shoots up through his back. Kash slowly rolls over and throws an arm over Havok's chest as the referee drops and makes the count.

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As Havok kicks out, the entire arena sighs in disappointment as Kash pounds his fists into the canvas before pushing up off his knees and up onto his feet. To the crowd he hits the Air Joint twice, signaling for his attempt to end this match and the crowd erupts with cheer.

Harvey: They want this! They want Jason Kash to win in his return to APW and his RETURN to Overdrive! It's been a long while, too long since we've had a match with Kash and these people are wanting their belly full!

Chase: Or you could say..This is Paris cup of Tea! The City of Love, LOVES Action Packed Wrestling for these kind of Wrestling competitions. Ones..I hope Havok wins but not everyone can be as cool as I am I suppose.

Harvey: Heh, you wish!

Already having picked Havok up off the canvas, Jason Kash stands Havok alone in the center of the ring. He wobbles and at times looks to almost lose his balance as Kash creeps around behind him. Stalking a dazed Havok for a Neckbreaker Cutter that he calls "Under The Influence" and the crowd continuously cheer as he leaps up to connect but Nathaniel Havok rips forward in a blaze. Kash lands on his back and scrambles to get off the canvas but Havok is blazing with speed as he hits the ropes and rockets from them.

Havok takes off his feet with a wide sweeping high kick that Kash ducks. Havok lands on his feet and whips back a slicing Superkick that Jason Kash walks right into. The fans gasp as Havok falls across Kash for the pinfall.

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His smile returns. The thought of getting to experience more pain, to inflict more pain has given him the biggest twisted and evil grin of the entire match. He gets to one knee before pushing up to his feet and stomps down on Kash's face twice. Dropping down to his knees, Havok grinds his forearm across Kash's face and Kash struggles and moves to break free. Havok drives down a forearm a few times, cleanly landing into Kash's nose and he stops struggling. Havok sits up on his knees and looks around the arena, the crowd yelling, cursing, screaming boos at him as the smile shines on his face like he was at Disney Land.

Chase: I know I wouldn't want to be in the ring with him right now, look at him? He's capable of murder and that's ALMOST legal in this business!!

Getting to his feet, Havok helps Kash up and begins to repeatedly drive knees into Kash's gut. He stops after the 5th knee drive and turns his back to Kash as he pulls him in with a reverse side headlock. Going once again for his Headlock Driver, Havok goes for connect but Kash lifts him and hits a Reverse Atomic Drop, his knee driving up in Havok's butt he bounces off his feet. Kash spins and hits another "Mark Of J.A.S.O.N." Rolling Elbow but to the back of Havok's head and he whips forward from the blow.

Kash holds Havok standing bent over as he stands on Havok's side. He sets up a Pumphandle and the crowd begins flashing as everyone begins taking pictures with their cheers. Kash lifts Havok with the pumphandle but whips him up on his shoulder before immediately dropping him with an impactful Emerald Flowsion. Kash rolls Havok up with a pin as the crowd reacts to what can only be his new Finisher.

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Harvey: He did it! Jason Kash beat Havok! He debuted a new finisher, what a finisher! "The Influence" IS BACK!!

Paige: Your Winner via Pinfall..."THE INFLUENCE" JAAASOOON KAAASSSH!!!

"Trouble Man" begins to play as Kash lays breathing hard across Havok. He jolts up and pushes to his feet sweating from the forehead, pouring. The referee grabs his arm and raises it as he stands and the crowd cheers their asses off as he stands their victor of the match.

Chase: A day before his birthday, the City of Love! Jason Kash disgusts me!! He comes back with a pudgy frame and thinks he can compete with top tier talent!? He's...He's..

Harvey: He's looking good! Looking like a new man with a more crisp skillset to unleash on APW! Great match!!

Kash picks up some energy and pumps the crowd as his music plays. He walks over to a nearby camera and grabs it, pulling it close so the audio picks up.

"THAT RIGHT THERE? THAT'S "KIFE"! GOLDEN BOY...THAT'S WHAT'S UP! RRRAAAH!!

He shoves the camera away and dips out of the ring and rolls over the ring barrier to celebrate WITH the fans. They consume him as everyone begins to celebrate both his return and his birthday tomorrow.

[President Jeff]

The scene cuts backstage where Nathaniel Havok, none too pleased with the happenings of his match with Jason Kash, is storming towards his locker room. Cut off by Shane West, Havok sighs a sigh of annoyance.

Havok: WHAT!?!? What in the blue hell could you possibly want, you little piss ant?

West: Well, I want just wondering… What are your thoughts on the Black Hand? Do you attribute them to your…

All of the sudden, from out of nowhere, Joseph Johnson bursts onto the scene, Kendo Stick in hand. He begins beating Nathaniel down with the stick, repeatedly hitting him time after time, on any location of the body that he can. After what seems like forever, Joseph stops the beating, as Nathaniel lay motionless. Joseph turns to Shane with a smile on his face, and demands the microphone.

Johnson: See that? See what I just did? I just…

All of the sudden, Johnson’s eyes get as big as saucers. He lifts up the hand that had the cane in it, and the cane is gone. He slowly turns around to see Nathaniel Havok standing behind him, with a perverse smile on his face. Sore from the cane shots, Havok still slumped over, he lifts the cane as high as he can, and proceeds to return the favor to Johnson. Security rushes over to the scene, and snatches Havok away from Johnson, who is on all fours, recovering from his share of the beating. With Havok being held back, Johnson takes a leap at him, beginning to beat on Havok who cannot defend himself. Security splits the two up, as Havok looks perversely excited, and Johnson looks down right pissed, as the scene cuts back to ringside.


''Put you on Game'' by Lupe Fiasco kicks the PA system stirring the crowd into a bit of a booing frenzy. From behind the curtain the LeWinter sisters step out with the APW world heavyweight title in between the two of them. After several more seconds Level-One along with Kaylyn James Evans step out from the back. The former Asylum star claps her hands in admiration as he steps in front of the LeWinter sisters, who triumphantly hold the title high above his head for him as he stretches out his hands and strikes an arrogant pose.

Harvey: Here he is once again, the APW world heavyweight champion Level-One. If there is anything positive I can say about him tonight is that at least he isn't dragging the APW world title around as if he's better than it.

Chase: Earlier, Level-One sat on the commentary team with me and gave a stellar performance however I wasn't able to get any insight on this topic while he was here - hopefully he'll touch on it here tonight.

Harvey: For those who are unaware, Level-One is calling this his address to the public which will probably prempt whatever lame reality show that will be airing after Thursday Night Overdrive.

The Syndicate enters the ring while Level-One holds the ropes for each one of them to make their graceful entrance into the ring before he follows them in. The champion gravitates to the center of the ring, where The LeWinter sisters once again hold the APW world heavyweight championship by the ends of each strap up and over the head of Level-One, all the while Kaylyn James Evans stands beside him clapping her hands with a great deal of admiration for the champion who takes his cause to the microphone.

Level-One: At Shockwave I defeated CJ Gates for the umpteenth time solidifying myself as the rightful holder of the APW world heavyweight title. That night served as a monumental moment in the era of one as it allowed me to move past my demons and embrace my leadership role not only among the ranks of the great Synndicate but in the APW and the wrestling industry as a whole. I admit that my actions leading up to my match with CJ Gates was by no means acceptable as champion and tonight I publicly issue each and every one of you an apology for my past transgressions.

The crowd stirs in confusion; the public for the most part enjoyed the Level-One of the recent in comparison to the Level-One of the past.

Level-One: With my triumphant victory over CJ Gates, I can now embark on a new path and focus on being not the champion you expect me to be but a champion greater than anything you have ever imagined. With the historic run of Terry Marvin your undisputed champion, I understand that I have quite the work cut out for me but with the team I have standing behind me here today, I know that it can be done. Unlike The Sindicate of the past, I have a real sense of belonging. I truly enjoy the company of my comrades - I mean, just look at them!!!

Level-One turns and looks at the LeWinter sisters who smile back at him, still holding his APW world heavyweight championship high in the air as an elaborate prop.

Level-One: Without you two, I'd be alone. But you ladies, you have given me a purpose - a long term goal. You two lay out the plans and I carry them out to perfection. I'm smart guy but you two ladies, you're geniuses and I have no doubts that you two are the greatest minds in the business and with you behind me, I know you will expand my brand globally. Thank you!

The LeWinter sisters look at each other and smile before lowering the APW world title and tying Level-One up with a huge hug before the champion turns his attention to the beautiful Kaylyn James Evans.

Level-One: And you Ms. Evans...

Kaylyn James Evans blushes but pleads with Level-One not to continue, while she moves in close and kindly requests the microphone to which Level-One effortlessly hands over.

Kaylyn Evans: Please Lester - after what you've done for me and my career thus far, your actions speak far louder than any words. If anyone should be singing praise it should be from me to you...

Level-One can't help but blush like a six grader receiving a candy gram of his secret admirer.

Kaylyn Evans: I'm just glad to be a part of this, a part of Overdrive, a part of the Synndicate and most notably a part of history in the making! Lester, you are far too humble. I can't explain how frustrating it was to watch you try to hand off your title to someone as inferior to you as CJ Gates and I just hoped you had realized the error of your ways a little sooner...

The APW world champion nods his head up and down and points his finger at Kaylyn Evans in full agreement.

Level-One: She's right, people!

Kaylyn Evans: Oh, I'm so right! Not only were deserving of the APW world title but you Level-One you are actually too GOOD for the APW heavyweight world title!

The crowd boos at such a notion as Kaylyn James Evans rolls her eyes and ignores the negative fan reaction.

Kaylyn Evans: Though don't worry because The Syndicate will keep the APW world heavyweight title in our possession while you continue to work hard, push boundaries, break records, make history and most importantly restore the prestige in what once was Asylum's greatest championship and only until then should you ever be caught wearing this belt out in public!

And boos continue to poor in as Level-One steps in front of her to shield her from the negative reaction.

Level-One: Look folks, I know you don't like to hear it but Kaylyn James Evans showed me the light! Please, understand that the only alternative to this is to drag this APW world heavyweight title around by its straps demeaning it for what little it's worth. This is a process and now that I have assured myself that I am not only worthy of the APW world title but BETTER than the APW world heavyweight title and everything it stands for - I can now put my focus on giving it an air of prestige it had never had before...

The LeWinter sisters hands Kaylyn James Evans the APW world heavyweight championship to which she promptly tosses on her shoulder on the behalf of Level-One. Never had the APW world championship looked so good.

Level-One: So tonight, I would like to conclude this great APW address with a shout out to Terry Marvin. You see, Terry and I were once friends. He and I were in The Sindicate together as it was once known but as you all are aware that fell through when he added three miscreants to the lineup, whom were not properly scouted, vetted and vouched for among our ranks and this meant the end of The Sindicate as we had all come to know it. Despite our past battle, champion to champion I would like to congratulate Terry Marvin on his victory and send my condolences to what once was The New Sindicate whom now leave us officially the sole rulers of the throne.

The crowd begins to grow restless as Level-One leans back and laughs while the rest of the Synndicate respectfully give their former comrade a round of applause.

Level-One: Though, do not worry. Now that the Sindicate is gone and with the death of the New Sindicate we refuse to repeat the error of the ways that have taken down may empires before our eyes. The Synndicate is not a faction. This isn't a gang. We do not seek out power nor operate through brute force - nope. What you are looking at is a support system fueling the greatest wrestler you have come to know and will continue to learn even more about!

Thank you and good...''

Before Level-One can finish his final words are abruptly cut off.

#SIMPLY F'N PUT!

A recorded voice comes over the loud speaker and "Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple blasts over the PA. Johnny Rebel comes out from behind the entrance curtain with a smug grin on his face. He brushes off his shoulder to spotlight the brand new Versace suit - using his thumb and index finger to pop his vest. He begins walking down towards the ramp with a microphone in hand.

Harvey: What in the world is he doing here, Johnny? We haven't seen Rebel since President Jeff handed him his pink slip several months back! He's looking awful dapper for someone who was recently digging through the trash.

Chase: Oh, please, Darren. Rebel is welcome on an APW show at any moment. He's a legend.

Rebel reaches the ring and waves over to the camera man, who begrudgingly falls to all fours, as Rebel uses him as a stepping-stone in to the ring, ignoring the steps literally two feet from him. Level-One isn't amused by being interrupted by Rebel.

Johnny Rebel: Calm down, Level-One. I promise I'm not here to cause any issues. I happened to be in the back, shaking hands with the very short list of talent left around this place that deserved my attention, and caught the tail end of your little victory speech. I figured that there couldn't be a funeral for the Sindicate without the services of Johnny Rebel! You know in my spare time, I'm an ordained minister...

The crowd doesn't take kindly to Rebel being in the ring, and begin chanting something that can't be repeated on television at the former General Manager of Overdrive. Level-One snickers at Rebel's comments.

Johnny Rebel: And seeing that this is a funeral, I thought I'd dress to the nines - decked out in only the finest Italian tailor-ship! Forgive me for interrupting your recessional but I thought perhaps I'd come to check the pulse of the Sindicate and see if there was any life still flowing in those veins. The truth is that the two of us formed one of the most dynamic partnerships that the APW has ever seen! The Sindicate was single-handedly responsible for jump starting the tag division and raised the profile of those tag straps to an unprecedented level. You could even say that our reign as champions was just enough of a boost to get you back where you wanted to be...at the top.

Level-One nods in a concession briefly before turning his attention back to the pacing Rebel around the ring. The World Heavyweight champion looks as if he's going to add something to the conversation before Rebel cuts him off.

Johnny Rebel: You're probably wondering what took so long...why now? It's been over a year since the tandem of Johnny Rebel and Level-One ran roughshod through the APW. If we're being completely honest, I knew there would come a point where you'd be matched up with C.J. Gates and judging through your past history with Gates, I figured there would be a pretty good chance you wouldn't walk away with that belt around your waist...and you know Johnny Rebel only surrounds himself with the best in the business!

Rebel motions to the championship draped over Level-One's shoulder, as the champion pats it twice, almost laughing at Rebel for thinking he'd lose to Gates.

Johnny Rebel: I guess what I'm saying is - before we bury what's left of the Sindicate, I think this thing has a little life left in it. What do you say, Lester? The APW could use two heroes at-the-moment?

The crowd chimes in chanting, "FUCK YOU REBEL!" repeatedly, only drawing a smirk out of Rebel. Johnny walks over to Level-One, extending his right hand in preparation for a handshake, and is met only by the scowl of the World Heavyweight Champion.

Level-One: Perhaps its just your old age but clearly your hearing has failed you, Johnny. The Sindicate as you knew it - it's dead and it's never coming back.

The last phrase clearly struck a chord with Johnny while Level-One held his intense glare at his former tag team partner.

Level-One: You want to come out here and remind everyone about our glory days together, as if your going to guilt trip me into submission. Those days were great Johnny and if I could go back in time, I'd do it all again but as of today that time has long passed. I have grown up since then, my ambitions have changed and I have set my eyes on greater goals than the shared path we took over a year ago. Johnny, I'm an APW world champion right now where as you spent the last year living off your mothers lazy boy, couch slash pullout bed and simply refuse to see the bigger picture.

He smiles arrogantly as he holds out his arms far and wide with the Synndicate ladies standing solidified in his corner.

Level-One: I am the sole alpha male around here and that's the way, it will remain. You like any other Alpha I allowed to join the ranks have screwed us over each time without fail. Terry Marvin, he let the power go to his head and tried to make The Sindicate his own. You? You abandoned us, while Kaylyn James Evans sacrificed everything she once knew to be a part of this - you cowardly sought out Asylum politically to avoid facing your crimes against The Sindicate. Indeed the only people to have ever had my back are the ones who conveniently are standing behind me right now....

... and as for my enemies?

He goes head to head with Johnny Rebel, as he lifts his microphone right in his face.

Level-One: They always seem to take a stand in the same spot you are.

The crowd buzzes with anticipation as the situation in the ring heats up like a pressure cooker. The fans clap their hands and bang their feet egging on a long awaited encounter between the two men. However, Johnny Rebel takes a step back and is quick to deescalate the situation and play the diplomat.

Johnny Rebel: That's unfortunate, Lester, it really is. I was afraid that you'd go that route. I thought that maybe being champion for a few months would have humbled you enough to know that when a good thing is standing ten feet in front of you! I can't say that I'm surprised. You haven't changed a bit! See, things haven't exactly panned out lately for ol' Johnny Rebel. I've been homeless, bouncing from couch-to-couch. I've dug through trash cans to find out where my next meal is going to come from. I've been the laughing stock of the wrestling world for longer then I care to admit! But something tells me that my luck is about to change. There is something to be said about appreciating the opportunities that arise when you have been down in the dumps for so long. I've taken the liberty of inviting a mutual friend to Overdrive next week and they have plenty to say about the Sindicate! You should have taken my hand, Level-One...because our friend isn't going to be so noble in return.

Rebel drops the microphone as "Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple blasts through the arena. Rebel drops his sunglasses over the bridge of his nose before exiting the ring, leaving Level-One and his collection of ladies staring up the entrance ramp.

Harvey: I don't know what in the world Rebel's talking about but it sounds like we're in for a treat next week! Does this mean Rebel's back as an active competitor on Overdrive?

Chase: Who cares, Darren. Things just got a little more interesting around these parts!

Harvey: Make sure you tune in next week on APW Overdrive!

The APW logo flashes across the screen as the show comes to a close