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Post by President Jeff on Sept 12, 2013 20:00:05 GMT -4
As the video ends, pyro shoots from the stage and the camera pans through the crowd before stopping on the commentators for tonight Harvey: Welcome everyone to Thursday Night Overdrive.
Chase: I'm Johnny Chase, along side me is Darren Harvey. And the Road to One Night in Hell continues tonight!Harvey: We have a huge show tonight, such as our main event, Level One teams up with Kaylyn James Evans to take on the team of Johnny Rebel and Amy Zing.
Chase: And Also tonight, lets not forget, we have the Xtreme Championship on the line, as AC Smith defends against Mad Mumf!Harvey: Also tonight, Biggs and CJ Gates team up to take one two memebers of the Black Hand, Tommy Knox and Niobe Martin
Chase: I have a feeling its gonna be a good show!Harvey: But Ladies and gentlemen, do we have a doozy for you to start the show!Chase: I wouldn't expect much wrestling to take place. This will be a straight up fight!Harvey: At one point it looked as if Kurt Styles may be a future member of the Black Hand. Michael Jennings seemed to take a liking to the kid and it seemed as if his affiliation with the Black Hand was all but predetermined.Chase: Not quite the case! At the Meltdown Supershow after Shockwave, Chris Madison and the rest of the Black Hand decimated The Chosen One.Harvey: Yeah, five on one. That's fair...Chase: Don't forget Kurt was the one who came out looking for a fight that night.Harvey: Well for the first time in weeks, it seems as if Kurt finally gets a one on one with one of the founding members of the Black Hand!Chase: Yeah, a fight he's going to regret picking. Chris Madison is coming off a huge win over Robina Hood. He nearly choked the life out of her in Paris. And there's no bad blood there. What do you think he'll do to Kurt?Harvey: Thats assuming Kurt can't handle Madison. Either way, we're about to begin! Let's go to Nicky Paige who's standing by at ringside!The feed cuts from the announce crew to Nicky Paige who's patiently waiting her cue from the production crew to introduce the competitors. Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. First making his way to the ring from Long Island, New York, weighing in at 220 lbs, "MADMAN" CHRIS MADISON!!The guitar solo of "Viking Death March" by Billy Talent begins to play as the lights fade to black. The video screens are taken over by a familiar white snowy picture. The drums join into the song as a white strobe light effect illuminates the entrance area. HEY! Chris Madison walks through the entrance area with his head down. He stops walking as he makes it to the foot of the entrance ramp as the lights come back on. He shrugs his shoulders and then throws a few shadow jabs and uppercuts. He stops and tilts his head back, outstretching his arms horizontally with his palms up in the air. Down, Let's Take It Down
Raise Up Their Heads On A Stake
We Will Show No Mercy
On Evolutions Mistake! Madison lowers his head and gazes into the crowd with his cocky smile. He marches down to the ring banging his head to the music and arrogantly ignores all of the fans attempts to put a hand on the Madman. He hops onto the apron and climbs to the second rope in the nearest corner. He looks out and points to the fans while dragging his other thumb across his throat in a slashing motion as the chorus hits. Crosses Still Burn, Axes Still Fall
And Down On Your Knees You Just Don't Look So Tall! Crosses Still Burn, Axes Still Fall
And Down On Your Knees You Just Don't Look So Tall! Madison jumps over the top rope and lands in the ring. He pounds his chest and slaps himself in the face before letting out a roar. Paige: And his opponent, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 210 lbs, "THE CHOSEN ONE" KURT STYLES!!!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. Harvey: Here we go! This has been built up for weeks. Styles looks like he is ready for a fight!Chase: Madison is pacing back and forth like a man possessed!Ding! Ding! Ding!One on One
"Madman" Chris Madsion vs. Kurt Style
Both men come charging like bulls out of the corner. They instantly begin exchanging hard right hands much to the delight of the fans in Athens. Styles connects with a right hand that buckles Madison at the knees. Kurt quickly seizes the opportunity and scoops the Madman up with a front waist lock and flips Chris over his head with a belly to belly suplex! Kurt maintains his offense and begins to kick a downed Madison in the ribs. Madison moves from all fours and makes it to his knees. Styles takes the opportunity and comes rebounding off the ropes, connecting with a running dropkick to the kneeling Madman.
Madison rolls out to the apron, underneath the bottom rope. Kurt walks over to Chris who is pulling himself pulling himself up his feet with the aide of the ropes. Chris drives his shoulder between the middle and top rope into the midsection of Kurt. Styles doubles over and Madison leaps over the top rope and tries to flip Kurt to his back with a sunset flip. Kurt grabs the middle rope, preventing him from dropping to his back. Kurt quickly changes gears and jumps into the air, crashing down with a double stomp onto the bare chest of Madison! Madison shrieks in pain and Kurt goes for a premature pin attempt.
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Chase: It's going to take a lot more than a warrior stomp to take Chris Madison out of the match.
Harvey: Anything is possible Johnny. Madison is reeling to start this match.
Chase: He'll snap out of it in due time!
Styles lifts Madison to his feet and connects with some stiff elbow shots which aide in backing Chris into the nearest corner. While in the corner Kurt grabs a hold of the top top and starts teeing off with kicks to the midsection of the madman. Madison hunched over and stumbles out of the corner holding onto his ribs and Styles quickly turns that into a snap suplex! Styles maintain control of Madison and lifts him back up before sending him over with a second snap suplex! Kurt holds on again and attempts the trifecta, flipping Madison into his back with a third straight snap suplex. Kurt gets to his feet and drags Madison so that he is parallel with the ropes.
Kurt steps to the outside of the ring and holds onto the top rope. He pulls back before launching himself over and nailing a springboard senton! Madison rolls onto his stomach after having the wind knocked out of him. Kurt seizes the opportunity and interlocks his legs with Madison's. Kurt bends down an slaps Madison on the side which jolts his arms into a more favorable position. Kurt grabs both arms and pulls backwards. He rocks his body back an forth before finally lifting Chris completely into the air with a surfboard submission! Madison violently shakes his head no as the ref asks for the submission. Refusing to quit, Madison grimaces in pain much to the fans enjoyment. The ref looks and notices Styles shoulders on the mat. He drops down to make the count.
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Harvey: Almost a crucial error on a phenomenal submission attempt by Styles.
Chase: That would have been embarrassing to get pinned like that while attempting a submission!
Kurt rises to his feet and immediately argues with the ref for trying to count him down. He turns around to a rising Madison. He tries for a front kick to the midsection but Chris catches it. Kurt counters with an enziguri sending an echoing thud through the arena. Madison flops face down onto the canvass. Kurt quickly flips him over and lays across Madison's chest while hooking the leg. The ref slides into position to count.
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Harvey: After that enziguri Madison's eyes were glazed over. I thought that was going to be it!
Chase: You can't count out the Madman, no matter what they bring to him.
Styles rests on his knees for a moment trying to conjure up a plan of attack. Madison stirs around disoriented and staggers to his feet. Styles shoots himself off the ropes and goes for a running big boot. Madison side steps and guides Styles towards the ropes. On the rebound and tries for a a spinning heel kick. Madison catches him in mid air and slams Kurt down to the mat. Both men are out on the canvass while the refs check their condition.
Harvey: That was a bone crushing slam! Almost like a power bomb of sorts!
Both men snap out of it at the same time and crawl towards nearest ropes. Madison shakes off the cob webs and stumbles to the middle of the ring. Styles comes out of his funk with a discuss elbow strike. Madison gets both of his forearms in front of his face and blocks the attempted strike. Madison responds with a knee to the gut. Chris takes advantage of the opportunity and hooks Styles up in a Muay Thai clinch. Madison pushes down on the back of Kurt's head while repeatedly driving his knees upwards. Madison releases the grip allowing the limp body of Styles to slump down to the canvass.
Harvey: Styles might be knocked out!
Chase: No, he's foolishly squirming around.
Madison stands poised awaiting Kurt to stand up. His rise to his feet is followed by a pathetic clothesline attempt which Madison ducks under and grabs Kurt with a rear waist lock. Madison turns the rear waist lock into a German suplex that nearly folds Kurt in half. Madison keeps a hold of Kurt and bridges his body in a pin attempt.
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Madison wastes no time and smothers Styles before destroying Kurt's ribs with some bone crunching knees. The sickening thud cause some of the more squeamish fans to turn their heads and cover their ears. Madison lets up for a moment and the ref slides in to check on Kurt who's gasping for air. Chris pulls the ref away and goes right back to attack the ribs with more knee strikes.
Harvey: Kurt may have some broken ribs. Stop the damn match!
Chase: It's not too often I agree with my colleague but enough is enough! Listen to his labored breathing. That wheezing sound is not a good sign!
Chris stalks his opponent who has narrowly inched under the ropes. Madison climbs out of the ring and hops down to the ring floor. Madison grabs Kurt with a double underhook and drags his body so that he's elevated with his feet hung up on the ring apron. Madison twists his opponent in the air and drives him injured ribs first across his knee! The ref immediately starts counting the competitors out.
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Harvey: Styles may as well have a target painted on those injured ribs!
Chase: Madison is a bull seeing red right now!
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Harvey: Someone needs to stop this!
Chase: Look at those eyes. Madison has something planned!
Madison helps Kurt to his feet while the ref leans trough the ropes barking orders to get back into the ring. Madison lifts styles onto his shoulders in a reverse firemen's carry. Chris spins a couple of times before dropping down to his knees creating an impact between his shoulders and Styles ribs! Madison tosses The Chosen One aside like a rag doll and ominously stands over his motionless body as the ref jumps out of the ring to check on the competitor. The ref crosses his arms in an x signaling for the medical staff. Chris grabs Kurt as rolls him into the ring. He turns to the ref and screams at him.
Madison: You're not calling this match! Get back in the ring!
Harvey: Someone needs to do something about this.
Chase: Styles is waving off the refs!
Styles pulls himself to his feet in the corner with his back to Madison. Chris charges and crushes Kurt in the corner lifting both knees to his back. Madison reaches down and dead lifts his opponent by his waist before slamming him down with a ura-nage judo throw! Madison once again lifts him up, this time shoving his head between his legs. Chris lifts him up with a powerbomb and drops him across his knees with a backstabber! Styles's labored breathing grows worse ad wheezing is loud enough to be heard a few rows deep.
Harvey: How much longer will the fans be subjected to this?
Chase: That Backiotomy powerbomb is ferocious!
Madison grabs Kurt with a front face lock and lifts him up to his knees. Chris shifts his weight to the side and sits back so one leg comes across the back of Kurt's head. Madison throws his other leg across the back of Styles, fully locking in the Peruvian Necktie! Styles struggles briefly before tapping out onto the rings canvass. The ref motions for the bell and tries to break the hold. Madison refuses and yanks back, applying more pressure. The ref starts counting for him to release the hold.
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Harvey: Madison has sent a message to the APW roster.
Chase: Yeah and that message is don't mess with the Black Hand!
Paige: Here is your winner, "MADMAN" CHRIS MADISON!
Chris pulls his arm away from the ref as he tries to raise his hand with "Viking Death March" by Billy Talent playing over the PA system. Suddenly the music cuts short as Michael Jennings runs down to the ring with a small duffle bag in hand. He throws it it's to the ring to Madison and climbs in. Madison opens the bag and pulls out two expandable batons. He tosses one to Jennings and with a simple flick of the wrist both metal batons are fully extended. Madison and Jennings rain down, striking Styles repeatedly with the batons to his back and ribs! Harvey: Enough!Chase: And here's the exclamation mark of the message being sent!Harvey: Why is no one stopping this?Just then Tommy Knox and Niobe Martin appear at the top of the stage. They slowly make their way down to the ring to get a birds eye view of the assault. Jennings hops out of the ring and stands by Tommy and Niobe. Madison kicks Kurt to the outside of the ring. He reaches into the duffle bag and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. He holds them in the air after rolling out behind Styles. Jennings helps Madison lift Kurt and put him chest against the ring post. While Jennings holds him in place Madison handcuffs Kurt's hands together with the pole caught in between. The camera is close enough to hear Madison as he continues. Madison: Do you regret calling us out yet you son of a bitch?Madison throws a forearm to the ribs of Styles. Madison turns his attention to inside of the ring and pulls out one of the batons. Madison quickly starts teeing off on the exposed ribs of the Chosen One. Harvey: This is despicable. Where's security? Someone come out her and end this!Chase: Here's the cavalry on cue!Security and backstage officials charge the ring area. Madison sees and swings one last time as hard as he could muster up. By the time security reaches Madison drops the baton and walks away with his hands raised in the air. Madison joins Knox, Martin, and Jennings as they strut up the ramp and exit the ring side. The feed cuts to a commercial break as security and medical personal try to help Styles. |
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Post by President Jeff on Sept 12, 2013 20:05:44 GMT -4
We cut to the outside of the Olympic Sports Complex, where the press is gathered amongst fans either unlucky in getting tickets to the event proper, or lingering about to catch a glimpse of Mega Stars coming and going. Cameras flash away, and smartphones are held high as the APW stalwarts come, go, or attempt to slip outside for a smoke and/or a breather; the entire arena appears to be circled by groups of people all willing to try their luck at a sighting.
Some Mega Stars are more willing to stop, and among them tonight is Shione Ōshima. The plucky powerhouse is – as a bonus – clad in the bronze armour worn during her promo to Leon 'The Virus' Roberts, pausing to sign her looping, flamboyant autograph and pose for pictures with various fans; the grin's on display, naturally, but she's also been engaging in some more unusual 'spots'. Right now? She's in the process of putting down a Greek teenager she's had pressed over her head for several seconds, the boy flushed and rather breathless as he's set down from the quirky photo op.
Turning around with one last flash of a 'v-sign', Shione is about to head into the arena when she's mobbed by another gaggle of people – at their head a Japanese youth suspect not so much for his nationality as his attire. Amongst a parade of meme-tastic t-shirts and generally casual wear, a full tuxedo looks a little... off, to say the least.
Shione stops anyway, and goes to sign the page he thrusts toward her with a furtive smile.
She stops abruptly, partway through – up to the 'R' in SURGE.
Shione: There is a lot of writing on this...
Youth: Please, it is all I had to hand! Please sign!
He attempts a winning smile, pushing it further toward the Mega Star, who's forced to step back from his enthusiastic pressing; at least if she wants to keep looking at the page, which the camera catches a glimpse of. It's covered in small print, and the space she's been offered to sign in-- well, there's unmistakably a dotted line beneath it.
Blinking, Shione glances at the camera, and then grins huge, swatting the page away and stepping in close to the suit-clad youth, who is too slow to stop her bringing the pen in toward his forehead.
Shione: Here! Let me sign your face instead!
He flails about as she loops her autograph rather roughly onto his skin, and seems about to make something of it – a scowl on his face – when he, too, glances toward the camera. He opens and shuts his mouth, then sketches a bow.
Youth: Th-Thank you very much!
One last look askance, and then he takes off running, the page – rather rumpled – clutched tightly in his hand. The Crashing Wave looks after him, hesitates, and then gives a big ol' shrug, grinning anew as she's leapt by another fan.
Harvey: Well... she appears to be very popular, at least...
Chase: See what I said about not trusting her? She's even weird with our fans!
Harvey: That was certainly weird, but I don't know if I'd blame Shione Ōshima for that. Let's head back to ringside
#SIMPLY F’N PUT!
The recorded voice of “Simply Put” Johnny Rebel interrupts the beginning rundown of the show as the megastar comes strutting out from behind the entrance curtain. He drops his sunglasses to the brim of his nose and with his outstretched arms, he spins own the entrance ramp, soaking in the hatred from the crowd.
Harvey: I think I liked Overdrive better without Johnny Rebel sticking his nose where it didn’t belong, Johnny.
Chase: Oh, come on, Darren! Rebel keeps this place on its toes! Without Rebel on the loose, you could put Overdrive cruise control and take a nap!
Rebel slides underneath the bottom rope and in to the ring where he’s handed a microphone from Nicky Paige.
Johnny Rebel: I’ve been in this miserable cesspool for less than thirty-six hours and I can’t wait to get back to the good ole’ United States! Apparently, it’s taboo to make lewd gestures next to the statue of Athena...it figures that a country with no backbone has a woman for their icon!
The crowd doesn’t relent in their venom that’s being spewed at Rebel.
Johnny Rebel: The good news is that I’m not here to walk about this God-forsaken city! I’m here to address Level-One and the colossal mistake he made last week in choosing to ignore my invitation to reform the Sindicate. I came here last week with no animosity towards Lester and he chose to spit in my face. He chose to put himself above everyone else…which I guess shouldn’t have been much of a surprise. The only person that loves themselves more than Johnny Rebel is Level-One!
The boos continue to poor in with Rebel propping himself up against the top-rope and peering in to a band of rowdy fans sitting on the front row.
Johnny Rebel: It seems to be a cycle with our pal’ Lester. He surrounds himself with people that will watch his back until the time comes when the spotlight isn’t centered on him any longer…and that’s when he strikes! He has no problem helping to build the fire but when it starts to get a little hot, he doesn’t have any issues tripping you in to the pit! It was the Sindicate that helped put him back in contention for the APW World Heavyweight Championship. It was the Sindicate that made Level-One relevant again!
The crowd doesn’t agree with Rebel’s assumptions with the camera focusing on a sign that reads, “Level-One made Johnny Rebel!”
Johnny Rebel: Regardless, we find ourselves here tonight. I’m here tonight to tell you, Lester, that I don’t blame you for sitting on the fence. After all, things haven’t exactly been on the upswing for ole’ Johnny. It’s not secret that I’ve been down and out over the past few weeks – I’ve been homeless and I’ve been broke. I know what it’s like to have nothing! It wasn’t until I was approached by a mutual friend that I was truly reminded of where I came from. Tonight, I think our champion needs a little reminder of where he came from. He needs to look in to the eyes of those that have sacrificed to put him on the top of the heap. Come on out…
“Almost Famous” by Eminem blares through the arena and Mr. Felipe DeLoren appears on the entrance ramp to a chorus of boos. He adjusts his suit before making his way down the ramp, where he remains unbothered at the crowd’s response to him. Rebel holds the middle ropes open as Felipe climbs in to join him.
Harvey: Felipe DeLoren was the mastermind behind the original Sindicate with Johnny Rebel and Level-One…if anybody can bring these two together again, it’s Felipe!
Chase: That’s Mr. DeLoren to you, Darren!
Felipe DeLoren: I didn’t want to get involved here tonight but it seems that I was left with no choice in the matter. I used to know a man that surrounded himself with the brightest stars, both in-and-out of the ring, that the world had to offer. There wasn’t ever a time where you’d see Level-One without a movie star to his right or a world champion to his left…and now look at the motley crew he’s surrounded himself with. Look at how far the mighty have fallen! We are clearly dealing with a man that is suffering some identity issues.
Rebel interjects momentarily which draws the scorn of Felipe.
Johnny Rebel: You couldn’t have said it better, Felipe! Somebody has to be holding a gun to his head if he’d voluntarily put up with that smell coming from Kaylyn James Evans!
Harvey: For crying out loud…would someone please cut his microphone? We’re dealing with a child here.
Chase: Don’t pretend like you haven’t caught a whiff of whatever that is coming from her from time-to-time.
Felipe DeLoren: But everything is going to change. We’re going to restore order in the APW and the Sindicate family. I have forgiven Mr. Rebel of his previous transgressions and forgiven his debts…and believe me, he racked up quite a bill. There is something to be said for someone who went belly-up but has the fortitude to come back from the depths and rise again…they say out of the ashes, hope rises, and we have plenty of faith that Mr. Rebel’s previous errors in judgment will not be repeated!
The crowd heaves some obscene comments towards Rebel’s indiscretions. Rebel simply flashes a handful of hundred-dollar bills and smirks.
Felipe DeLoren: I’m offering you the same deal, Lester. You know what this means to me. I’ve sat back and watched at all the incarnations of the Sindicate…but the only faction that has ever meant anything to you has returned. The only two men that have ever stood beside you through every turn are now standing in front of you ready to go battle again. I *know* that you can’t wait to be back in the fold. This is where you belong. This is home! Level-One and Johnny Rebel will come together and be the team that everybody has been so desperately waiting for with baited breath.
Rebel marches beside Felipe DeLoren with an intense glare in to the camera.
Johnny Rebel: I don’t give second chances very often. When you turned your back to me last week and refused to shake my hand…you were dead to me! But we don’t have to be enemies. We don’t have to stand on opposite sides of the ring this evening. You don’t want Kaylyn standing in your corner – as much as I don’t want Amy Zing standing in mine. We mean business, Lester. Felipe and Rebel together again. This isn’t some half-baked plan that was concocted to steal the APW World Heavyweight Championship. It’s about you and me, the last great megastars of an era, standing side-by-side, and reigning in the APW! We aren’t enemies. We aren’t going to stand on opposite sides of that ring. Tonight…the Sindicate has been reborn!
Felipe raises Rebel’s arm in the middle of the ring as “Smoke on the Water” by Deep Purple blasts through the PA system. The two leave the ringside area and disappear in to the back.
Harvey: Well, there you have it, Johnny! We’re early in the show and it seems like we’ve already seen the return of the original Sindicate!
Chase: My two favorite megastars…together again! It’s beautiful, Darren, absolutely beautiful.
Harvey: I wonder what that’s going to do to our main event? Rebel and Level-One were scheduled to square off in a tag-team match. I guess we’ll just have to tune in to find out!
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Post by President Jeff on Sept 12, 2013 20:10:10 GMT -4
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 headAs 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 worldSuddenly 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!And it's time to tell the people
When nobody will
It's time to bring the life
To what I've written with a quill
I must create, then innovate
And let it see the light
And when I'm done, I will be changing
Now watch me ignite!She walks up the ring steps, halfway across the apron and steps into the ring as the song continued. Once in the ring Robina turned around a few times to see the audience but when 'watch me ignite' goes through the system, the female spins 270 degrees and punches the air, getting a louder yet still mixed reaction from the people in the arena. Miss Hood then heads off to the corner, as her theme slowly dies down, and leans her back against the corner while awaiting the arrival of her opponent. Chase: What a competitor!Harvey: What a heinous, cruel, callous--Chase: Hey! I was talking about Robina! Who are you talking about, Harv?Harvey: The woman who attacked a fan last week. The woman who has, on many occasions, done disgusting and illegal things inside that ring to wrestlers who have come here to compete honestly and fairly.Chase: Jeez, what'd she do, kick your puppy?Paige: And her opponent... The arena lights begin to flicker while the silence of the crowd washes quietly and calm over the atmosphere of the arena as it suddenly becomes erupted by the sound of a joyful and cheerful screams, " Holy Grail" by Jay-Z blares over the P.A. System while a white mist begins to seep through from the ramp way, turning into a giant cloud only to cast itself lovingly into the air and towards the stage. The crowd looks on eager and in anticipation, each and every face being filled with absolute excitement as their hearts beat rhythmically with the bright-sensitive flickering lights of red and white… a strobing red light only to swoon over the crowd. Paige: From Fukuchiyama, Kyoto, Japan, weighing two hundred pounds... Tatsu! Kobashi! O-KI-MOOOOTO!"As Tatsu Kobashi Okimoto pushes through the black curtain, while strolling out onto the stage as fans all around the arena audience jump to their feet. Adjusting the hood of his vest that sways carefully over his head as he marches forward down the ramp, while high-fiving fans as they reach out to him with excitement. Reaching the security mats Tatsu dives forward rolling into a somersault over the bottom rope, kicking-up to his feet as he removes his hood and throws his fist into the air with a smile as the crowd erupts in cheers. Removing his vest Tatsu turns carefully to the stage and shadow boxes patiently awaiting the start of the match. Chase: Who the hell is this guy?Harvey: A newcomer to APW, and I have to say, he looks every bit as promising as his pedigree suggests. Tatsu Kobashi Okimoto is a talented ring warrior, and an exciting addition to the roster here on Overdrive.Chase: And he has a name nobody can pronounce. Color me impressed.Robina Hood vs. Tatsu Kobashi Okimoto
The bell rings, and both competitors are off to a no-nonsense start – not counting the smirk painted upon the Iron Maiden's lips as her opponent closes for a lock-up. Her teeth swiftly grit as they test one another's strength, Okimoto coming out with the early advantage as he's able to seize a wristlock, whip a leg out to catch the ropes and springboard back with a power-assisted knee strike that about snaps Robina in half!
Harvey: A display of agility, athleticism and martial skill from the newcomer, proving exactly why he's earned a shot on our flagship show. This man could take some beating.
Chase: He'd better be able to, or this match won't last long!
Taking a few breaths, Okimoto calmly circles his opponent as she struggles to right herself, watching her intently and taking the moment to stretch out his wrists and flick his ankles. Robina is far less composed, now wearing a violent scowl as she gets first to her knees and then to a low stance, staring at the Japanese Mega Star with a wary hunger.
He invites her for another test of strength, but is met with a few well-chosen words from the poisonous woman.
"LET'S GO TAT-SU! LET'S GO TAT-SU!"
Chase: Oh, come on! What's he done that's so great?
Harvey: I think it's more about what they want him to do, Johnny.
Okimoto barely even glances at the crowd, preferring to communicate through his actions. Darting toward Robina, he aims a low kick that she barely evades with a stumbling parry, before swaying to her other side and shooting off a few tight, sharp jabs. A couple sting her, and Robina fires back with a massive haymaker that misses the elusive Kobashi by inches. Leaning back rather than moving away, he's prepared to catch and plant her with a ferocious Dragon Suplex.
Robina looks like she's just been shot, but tries to hide it, showing her frustration with a few vicious slaps to the canvas as Okimoto dances away, never losing sight of the Emo Princess as he smoothly circles the ring.
Harvey: As deft and precise with his footwork as he is with his techniques.
Chase: Hit him in the stupid, smug face, Robina!
Hood watches the Japanese Buzzsaw for a moment as if debating whether to imitate his movements, but then elects to stomp her way into a counter-circle that slowly drags them together. When he's within range, she feints toward him, miming the opening of another heavy haymaker before going low instead-- very low, smashing her left toe up into his groin. Okimoto bends double, and it's all the opening she needs to jump him with punches to the back of the skull, before slamming his face repeatedly into the canvas.
Chase: That's it! You go, girl!
Harvey: Another sportsmanlike display from Robina Hood, but I suppose it works for her...
Chase: You're damn right it does!
At least until her opponent is able to wriggle free and seize an arm, then roll into a ball and kick both legs out into her side; an elaborate but effective counter that sends her flying, uncomfortably twisted by the broken armlock to bounce off the ropes and then onto her side. Okimoto rolls backwards, getting to his feet and shaking out the cobwebs as Hood stomps back to her own feet and goes rushing toward him.
Harvey: Okimoto is, once again, too fast to get a hold of.
Chase: You mean he's scared, Harv. I don't blame him!
Tatsu spins away from Robina's attempted grapple, but turns around to find the Iron Maiden with her hands raised, palm-out, in beseechment. He pauses uncertainly, and Robina throws him a winning smile.
Harvey: This is unusual behaviour, here, and there's no doubt that Okimoto is new to Robina's tricks...
Chase: Quit being so suspicious. She just wants to shake his hand is all.
The unpredictable woman indeed has her hand out, the other still raised to be quite visible – and supposedly harmless – as the Japanese Buzzsaw further hesitates, then honorably elects to go for the sporting gesture. The crowd are already booing when Robina steps in and throws her open hand into a rake of the nails across Tatsu's eyes.
She smirks at them, blows a sarcastic kiss, and then slams a boot into her opponent's gut before dropping him with a DDT. Maintaining the hold, she hooks a leg over his back as she continues to choke him out upon the canvas.
Chase: I'd just like to point out that is a legal hold!
Harvey: Indeed it is. To say nothing of how she got him there...
Okimoto fights back as the referee awaits the tap, managing to slowly turn himself and Robina until he can hook an ankle about the bottom rope. Robina, naturally, maintains the hold as long as she (legally) can before it's broken.
She's the first up this time, pacing back and forth like an impatient housecat as Kobashi takes his time rising and collecting himself. When he beckons her onward, she barks a laugh, and returns the gesture. He rolls his neck... and then obliges, hitting the ropes and going in for a hard, fast Arched Big Boot. Robina is grazed by it, but only as she weaves away to hit the ropes herself. She meets Okimoto back in the middle with the exact same move, dropping him hard.
Chase: If you're gonna trade moves, do it with someone who's not better than you, idiot!
Harvey: I'd say that's debatable; she may have come out on top here, but look how quickly Okimoto gets back to his feet. I think all she's done is fire him up!
The Japanese Buzzsaw is indeed pumped as he gets to his feet, letting out a tight battle-cry before he again hits the ropes. This time it's a fake-out – Robina goes under what transpires to be nothing, turning around once she realizes her blunder only to eat a Flying Forearm that drives her flat onto her back. She rolls back into a crouch, only to see her opponent measuring her. The crowd let out an 'OOOOOOOH!' as he throws a blazing roundhouse kick.
Harvey: He calls that one the 'Shogun Kick' and Robina Hood looks to be out for the count!
Roaring, Okimoto hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
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Groggy, the Iron Maiden rises to her feet, only to be helped the last few inches by the grasping hand of her foe. Keen to keep his momentum, Okimoto drops her quickly with a Snap Suplex, and then launches himself at the ropes, springboarding off to nail Robina with a Double Foot Stomp.
Chase: C'mon, he didn't even let her stand up!
Harvey: Okimoto choosing not to capitalize with another pin; he's going to the ropes again.
As the Buzzsaw lands upon the ropes, someone in the front of the crowd shouts a warning and he abruptly stops his springboard motion; Robina is back on her feet, and swaying toward him. Turning, he slips from the ropes, runs forward to meet her dizzy charge, and hammers her with an Enziguri before going for the pin.
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Harvey: She got herself free from that predicament, but Robina really needs to get some offense in here...
Chase: What she needs is for the ungrateful fans to not help her opponent!
Okimoto is frustrated, shaking his head as he gets to his feet, but electing not to argue with the ref's call. Robina slithers to the ropes and then out of the ring, recovering on the outside; where she's almost immediately heckled by a fan.
Harvey: Uh oh...
Snarling, the Iron Maiden makes a lunge toward the hapless young male, attracting the attention of Okimoto – who ceases his circling to step through the ropes. Robina changes her target, spinning back toward the ring and whipping her opponent by his ankle – sending him crashing skullfirst into the apron, then to the floor.
Chase: Man, she's so smart. You have to love her.
She launches in with vicious kicks, before picking Tatsu up and dragging him around ringside to plant him with a Reverse STO to the steps. Grinning savagely, she spits a few choice words then rolls back into the ring, leaning nonchalantly against the turnbuckle as the referee continues to apply his count on the downed Japanese Mega Star.
Harvey: She's certainly opportunistic; Robina Hood is a survivor if nothing else. From a potential losing predicament, she's managed to slow this match down, and play matters right into her hands.
Okimoto is as slow to his feet as might be expected, but the crowd get behind him – starting another chant that seems to gradually pull the debuting warrior to his feet, where by the count of seven he's leaned against the apron, slapping his head a few times as he gets it together.
Chase: Aww, is he trying to bump his two braincells together?
Back in the ring on the count of nine, Okimoto seems raring to go once more; but he's facing a refreshed Robina Hood, who meets him the very instant he's back inside, slamming a chop across the back of his neck. She follows it with several more as the Buzzsaw struggles to cover up, driving him to one knee then going for a soccer kick straight to the face.
Harvey: Showing incredible ring presence, Okimoto has seized the leg of Robina Hood...
Rearing back, he manages to grapevine the captured limb, only locking the hold in too close to the ropes – she's easily able to seize onto them, forcing the ref to break them apart. But Robina looks perturbed.
Chase: I keep telling you; way too smart.
Getting to their feet near enough simultaneously, the two circle only briefly before closing in with strikes. Neither is pulling anything now, and it's Tatsu Kobashi Okimoto who lands first, with a searing roundhouse kick to the shin. Robina winces, clenching her teeth and firing back with a straight cross punch to the chin. Far from dropped by the blow, Okimoto turns away only to give a yell and come back with another kick from that very side, his ankle thudding painfully into the Hood's side. She starts to double over, going overhead with a haymaker that catches her opponent between the eyes.
He stumbles...
And then straightens up, catching her flush with a hard slap to the side of the face. Robina sneers as if it were nothing, and launches a knockout-worthy right hook-- that Okimoto promptly catches upon a forearm, firing another hard slap that flows into a rapid sequence of the same, rattling the Iron Maiden back and forth until he spins--
And lands a spinning right-handed chop, followed by a brutal left roundhouse kick, before hitting the ropes and finishing the combination with a vigorous Busaiku Knee Kick – raising a large pop from the sold-out crowd.
Harvey: Oh my! Another trademark; the Tatsu Rush, and Okimoto has Robina Hood at his mercy.
Chase: That's what he thinks...
Getting to his knees, the Kyoto Dragon seizes a handful of purple hair and drags Robina Hood up with him, lifting his other arm to acknowledge and encourage the chanting of the crowd. They're quickly stirred, reaching a respectably ear-assaulting volume as he hauls the Emo Princess up across his shoulders.
Harvey: He calls this move the 'Shogun Skullcrusher' and has quite the record with it.
Chase: Until now, Harv! Until now!
Tatsu gives a wordless battlecry, whipping Robina up into the air and letting her fall, his knee raising in preparation to turn her lights out with the Go 2 Sleep; the crowd roaring in anticipation...
Harvey: My goodness!
In the last possible instant, Robina Hood twists out, the knee just grazing her as she falls, sitting out and looping an arm behind Okimoto's head to drag him down after her. His chin impacts her shoulder with a sickening crunch!
Chase: Yes! A perfect stunner from the Perfect Megastar!
Robina Hood isn't done there, and as the Kyoto Dragon rebounds – but doesn't QUITE go down – she flows back to her feet, bares her teeth and seizes him in her clutches. A whip of the arm sets him up for the Pendulum Lariat.
The crowd holds its breath, stunned, and then scream their derision as one!
Harvey: Robina Hood reverses what seemed to be Okimoto's victory, and hits him with the Execution!
Pausing to tell the fans to go to hell, Robina hooks the leg and makes the pin with deadly calm.
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Winner: Robina Hood Harvey: It's over, and despite a strong showing from the new Mega Star, Robina Hood has claimed a win...Chase: I knew she'd do it! She was just toying with him!In the ring, Robina is pleased with herself as she rises to her feet, posturing to the jeers and boos of the Athens crowd. She's about to leave the ring when their chanting reaches something more audible than general noise. "ROBINA SUCKS! ROBINA SUCKS! ROBINA SUCKS!" Pausing, the Iron Maiden touches a finger to her lips, then smiles, heading back toward the middle of the ring where her defeated opponent is still struggling back to his feet. Offering him a hand up, she helps him to vertical base and then makes a great show of dusting him down and generally fussing-- at least until he pushes her away with a frown. The crowd have gone oddly still, confused by Robina's unpredictable display. They howl anew as she steps forward and spits a fine spray of crimson mist into the Japanese Buzzsaw's face, the debuting Mega Star going down with hands clawing at his stinging eyes as she trips him and leans down to spit a few harsh words into his ear. Turning to the crowd, she spares them a flamboyant bow, and then leaves the ring. Harvey: Another cruel and disrespectful display; she had her victory! This was just unnecessary!Chase: Says you, Harv. Robina had to make a point: she was the one BEING disrepected. Tatsumakisenpuuwhatever deserved everything he got here, and there's not a thing you or anyone else can do to deny that!Harvey: Except keep denying it? Robina Hood is a terrible human being, but regardless: she was our victor tonight.Overdrive goes to a commercial
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Post by President Jeff on Sept 12, 2013 20:15:09 GMT -4
The scene opens up in President Jeff’s office who is talking on his phone. Jeff: So its confirmed?....Excellent. So we’re good to go with the second Venue for One Night in Hell? That’s great news. Be sure to get the official statement out over the weekend. One Night in Hell has always been a big event. But this year, somehow, we just keep making it bigger.Just then, Robina Hood comes into Jeff’s office Jefff: I gotta goJeff hangs out the phone. Jeff: Robina, what can I do for you.Robina: Did you see what I did out there to that new guy you just signed.
Jeff: Actually I didn’t. I was on a very important call.
Robina: Well I kicked his ass is what happened. Now, since I lost the North American Title to Amy Zing, I never got my rematch, and I want it, at One Night in Hell.
Jeff: Sure, why not. You got the right to a rematch. Consider it done.Just then, Kaylyn James Evan walks into the picture. Jeff: What can I do for you Kaylyn?
KJE: I over heard that you we’re giving away title shots. Well lets not forget, I never got my rematch for the Suicidal Title, and now that I’m on Overdrive, I feel that I deserve a shot at a title.
Jeff: You know what, your right Kaylyn, you do deserve a title shot, and that’s why, at One Night in Hell, It will be Amy Zing defending the North American Title against Robina Hood and Kaylyn James Evans.
Robina: What!?
Just then Shione Oshima walks in. Shione: Whats this I hear about people getting title shots. May I remind everyone, last week on Overdrive, I beat and pinned the current Xtreme Champion. If anyone here deserves a title shot, It should be me.
Jeff: I just got a great idea. Hows this. At One Night in Hell, we have Amy Zing defend her North American Championship against Robina Hood, Kaylyn James Evans AND Shione Oshima in the first ever, 4 way Female match in APW. And to make it even better. And because it’s one night in hell, we need a gimmick to the match. So let’s add another first time ever. And because the Japanese are weirdo’s. No offense Shione. Let’s make this a Hardcore Bra and Panties match. Where you must be in your Bra and Panties before you can get pinned.
You can hear the fans cheering in the arena. Jeff: You girls hear that noise. That means that my decision is good for business. Now if you can excuse me.
Jeff walks away leaving the three girls to look at each other as we go back to the ring. "Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed blasts over the PA system as the crowd starts busting out in cheers. A black limo pulls out close to the ramp on the left side of the arena. The limo driver steps out of the car and walks towards the back of the limo. The writing on the door is inscripted as "Mr. Hollywood." The Limo Driver then opens the door and showcases Brian Hollywood as he steps out of the car. Hollywood looks around each sides of the arena before making his way to the ramp. Walking down the ramp he extends his hands out giving out handshakes to the crowd. Paige: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is Brian Hollywood!Hollywood then gets to the ring and walks around the ring once looking about the crowd before walking up the ring steps. He gets in the ring and pumps up the crowd with his hands. Hollywood then walks and stretches by pulling the ropes. He then walks to a turnbuckle and leans up against it and waits for his opponent. 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. Paige: And his opponent, from Miami,Florida, weighing in at 231 pounds, he is JOSEPH JOHNSON!!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. SINGLES MATCH
Joseph Johnson Vs Brian Hollywood
The referee calls for the bell and Brian Hollywood jolts forward right out of the gate… and HITS the EXECUTIVE PROMISE that rings off the skull of Joseph Johnson like a chorus from sweet chin music! Harvey: What the…!? Joseph Johnson hits the deck hard back first as Brian Hollywood follows it up with the hook of the leg, as the crowd counts along.
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Kickout by Joseph Johnson! Harvey: Wow, that was a close call for Joseph Johnson. I think Brian Hollywood is the first man I can recall hitting his signature finisher in the opening frame of the match. Chase: Brian Hollywood is desperate to get this over with and out of here! Joseph Johnson is seeing stars as he finds himself on his back looking out into the crowd. Brian Hollywood is back up to his feet and begins to measure up Joseph Johnson who is begins to make it back up to a vertical base he does and Hollywood comes charging forward with a spear but Joseph Johnson is able to snatch up a neck in transition and jumps back for a vicious DDT spiking Brian Hollywood to the mat! Harvey: And just like that the momentum is equalized! Chase: Brian Hollywood must have woke Joseph Johnson up with that! Joseph Johnson is still shaking out his cobwebs put does his best to get back to his feet as soon as possible and nails Brian Hollywood with several hard overarm shots to the back and neck as he tries to get back up to his feet himself. Mr. Hollywood finds himself Irish whipped and tries to respond with a clothesline on the way back but Joseph Johnson counters by nailing a hard running STO! Harvey: Joseph Johnson is dangerous with those counters, Brian Hollywood needs to be careful out there! Chase: Joseph Johnson and dangerous do not belong in the same sentence unless we’re talking about Joseph Johnson and Mr. Dangerous, haha! Harvey: Oh stop it. The crowd begins to stir for the innovator of excellence as he beckons Brian Hollywood back to his feet once there he’s hit with standard suplex! However, Joseph Johnson then bridges up and floats over with his arms still around Brian Hollywood’s neck and cranks a seated guillotine choke in for a few seconds taking Brian Hollywood’s oxygen away before pulling him back up to his feet and drilling him into the mat face first with violent DDT! Harvey: Wow, Joseph Johnson looks like he’s in perfect form here tonight. Pretty amazing considering how this match started out. Chase: Seriously, who do you favor this guy or Mr. Dangerous!? Joseph Johnson’s athletics is winning him over some new fans, as he once again waits patiently for Brian Hollywood to get back to his feet. Brian Hollywood doesn’t seem to have much for Joseph Johnson as he desperately wings a haymaker that is countered when Joseph Johnson snatches an arm and tugs him down to the mat, synching in a crippler cross face in the center of the ring! Harvey: This is it, Brian Hollywood’s has to tap! Chase: To be honest, I think Mr. Dangerous would take this chump. It would be one horrible match I bet. Joseph Johnson tugs the hold as Brian Hollywood stretches out a hand and prepares to tap but to the surprise of everyone, he lets go and hops onto Brian Hollywood’s back instead now wrenching back on a camel clutch maneuver! Harvey: Joseph Johnson is putting on a clinic right now, he’s absolutely fired up! Chase: That idiot had Brian Hollywood almost tapping out and he let go, this guy doesn’t even know how to win a match. Haha, embarrassing! Brian Hollywood stretches his arms out as his back is being wrenched on. Still, he manages to pull himself closer and closer to the ropes and Joseph Johnson breaks the hold to grab a leg instead, pulling Brian Hollywood away from hit and syncing up an ankle lock! The crowd is loving it! Harvey: This has turned into quite a one sided affair! </div> Joseph Johnson repeatedly cranks the ankle as Brian Hollywood cries out in pain. In a last ditch effort, Brian Hollywood rolls forward trying to shake off Joseph Johnson by rolling forward but it only ends up in a scramble witch Joseph Johnson ends up turning into a figure four leg lock! Brian Hollywood screams and hollers as the referee examines the situation closely. . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Harvey: Brian Hollywood can’t take anymore, he just can’t! On que, Brian Hollywood violently taps the mat with both hands clearly wanting nothing more. Brian Hollywood taps out! Winner: Joseph Johnson Joseph Johnson let’s go of the hold and immediately makes his way to the ring ropes nearest to the announce table and tells off Johnny Chase. Joseph Johnson: Who’s the jobber now!? The referee stops the emotional Joseph Johnson from approaching the announce tables as he holds his arm high in the air as his theme music "Yesterday" by Staind hits the PA deck.
Paige: Your winner by SUBMISSION the innovator of excellence, Joseph Johnson!
Harvey: Well, it looks like Joseph Johnson wasn't pleased with you declaring him a jobber last week, Chase. Chase: I am disgusted to be the reason for this kid’s motivation tonight! I don’t get paid enough for this, what is his problem! </div> Harvey: I hope you’re a little more professional next time, Chase. Chase: Hey, it’s not like I have someone writing my scripts! I’m human, we all can make mistakes. I still think Mr. Dangerous takes him though. Joseph begins to celebrate his victory. Nathaniel Havok runs from the back with a Singapore Cane in his hand and slides into the ring and nails Joseph in the back of the head with the Cane. Harvey: What a cane shot! Wow! Havok gets on top of Joseph and begins choking him with the cane. Chase: Man, these two have been going at each other since Shockwave. Havok gets up and waits for Joseph to get up. The referee tries to talk some sense into Havok, but Havok scares the ref off. Joseph is up and Havok goes for a big swing and Joseph takes Havok down with a double leg take down and starts hitting Havok with punches. Harvey: There’s still fight in Joseph! Joseph gets up, grabs the cane and begins whacking Havok with it, anywhere’s he can hit him. Havok isn’t trying to get away and just takes the pain as if he’s loving it. Chase: Havok is smiling with every cane shot, he’s loving this! Joseph waits for Havok to get up and drills him in the face, breaking the cane and Havok goes down. Joseph starts posing with the broken cane as his music begins to play. Harvey: This rivalry between these two isn’t close to being over! With that, we go to commercial. |
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Post by President Jeff on Sept 12, 2013 20:16:21 GMT -4
In his personal loft esque locker room the APW world champion is on the phone and in the middle of an important conversation. Level-One: I don't know if I like those percentages, I deserve a bigger cut. I mean, do you know who I am? I am a wrestling god! There's no athlete better than myself to push this product and I have a mouth that could a freaking fireplace to a polar bear. Do you guys want to get this done or what?The negotiations for this new deal were starting to take a toll on him. Usually the LeWinters would handle the business aspect of things but they were off escorting Kaylyn Evans around the premises fearing a potential backstage assault. As if on que, the three women quickly rush through the doors and approach Level-One. Violet LeWinter: Lester, we need to talk! Annoyed, Level-One raises a finger in the air telling them to wait. Kia LeWinter rolls her eyes and rips the cellphone right out of his hand, holds it up in the air right in front of his face and clicks the dreaded shut down button. Level-One: Goddamn it, Kia! Do you know who I was just talking to? You can't just HANG up on them like that - now this deal will never go down!Kia LeWinter: You need to inform us about what the hell is going on right now between you, Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean!Level-One: This deal is worth millions, Kia!After this, he caught himself and did a double take. It is as if he didn't even hear what she said the first time. Level-One: Wait, WHAT!?The LeWinter sisters roll their eyes as Kaylyn James Evans jumps into the fray and breaks it down for their clueless leader. Kaylyn Evans: Earlier tonight, Johnny Rebel came out to the ring and ran his mouth about you turning down his offer last week. As expected, he revealed his little financial backer - the one that bought him his fancy suite and stupid looking tie!Violet raised her index finger. Violet LeWinter: The only problem is, that financial backer who's funding Johnny Rebel turned out to be Felipe DeLorean. Apparently, he's back in business and your old pal has just become his major investment. The interesting part is, they've shown desire to work with us rather than against us.Kia rolled her eyes dramatically because she felt her sister was being far too kind and diplomatic with her debriefing of the situation. Kia LeWinter: ... and working with us is not nor will it ever be an option! You know how Felipe treated us, he treated us as if we were nothing more than his trophies. He gave us odd jobs here and there but never the credit we deserved. With you, we actually have a purpose Lester and I refuse to go back to that.Violet LeWinter: Kia, let's not get ahead of ourselves. We need to do whatever the boss feels right. If that means joining up with Felipe DeLorean, then so be it if it's best for business. After all, it is he who wins the championship belts around here not us.Kia LeWinter: You're being ridiculous. Lester, you have no right to make deals like this without our personal input! The United Sindicate? Really, Lester!?Kaylyn James stepped forward and got a little more up close and personal with Lester, as he put her hand on his chest. Kaylyn Evans: Ladies, I'm sure Level-One had no part in any of this. I'm sure you - Lester - have been so busy with everything, Johnny Rebel is the last thing on your mind. Ew, if it isn't.Level-One snarled. Level-One: He is. Look, ladies - Kaylyn is right. I had no idea about any of this. I'm sure Felipe DeLorean is ignorant, arrogant and delusional enough to think that we'd just come running back to him the first chance he gave us but that isn't happening. This so called united Sindicate is only a fragment of his fucked up imagination and he and Johnny Rebel are going to be sorely disappointed when I sort all this bullshit out tonight.The LeWinter sisters breathe a sigh of relief knowing that there worst nightmare isn't coming true. Level-One: We are in this together. I wouldn't do anything that would jeopardize this solid unit right here and you're going to just have to trust me on this. I know it doesn't look good right now but by the end of the night, I will draw a line in the sand and send a clear message to both Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean that we want no part in their little reindeer games.Kia LeWinter: See, I told you Violet.Kia teased her sister with a great deal of self-satisfaction. Violet LeWinter: Yeah, yeah. I was just trying to keep an open mind in the name of diplomacy, alright? I'm more than happy with Level-One's decision to keep the Synndicate between us. Thank god.Level-One grins. Level-One: Now, now... no need to fight among ourselves. We're all in this together. Come on ladies, bring it in for a good ol' group hug!The APW world champion spreads his arms far and wide as Kaylyn Evans is the first one to hug Lester, followed by the ever reluctant twins who abandon their tough exteriors just long enough for a show of affection. Many laughs can be heard and the morale in the Synndicate locker room seems to be at an all-time high, despite the dark cloud that looms over their head. The scene backstage then cuts to ringside. Harvey: It's not often that you see an APW faction giving each other group hugs. It's most certainly a warming moment...Chase: Oh, lordy! I think our APW world champion is the luckiest man on planet earth and that's before you factor in those three ladies or his stunningly good looks! He's just amazing. I still can't get over how GREAT he was on commentary last week!Harvey: Yeah, I saw the petition you started online to get me removed from my post. That isn't very professional, Chase.Chase: Just sign it, punk!Paige: The following contest is for one fall, and is for the 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 275 pounds...THE BIG APPLE ASSKICKER, A.C. SMITH!!!!!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. Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen, the champion is here.Chase: Blah blah longest-running, yadda yadda, greatest of all time, et cetera...Harvey: Well, there's no need to be like that, Johnny!Paige: And introducing, the challenger...!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. Paige: From Long Island, New York, weighing two hundred and fifty pounds... MAD MUMF!Chase: So who do I support? This guy?Harvey: How about, for once, we just call this match down the middle...
Xtreme Title Match
A.C. Smith vs. Mad Mumf
Both men collide in the center as the bell rings, the larger Smith possessing an immediate advantage that forces Mumf to take a backstep; but he resists and pushes back, muscles and tendons in his legs bulging.
Harvey: There's no question that Mad Mumf has been very impressive here on Overdrive.
Chase: But good enough to take down Smith on his first try?
It's Smith's turn to ground himself harder, gritting his teeth and yelling out as he gives a mighty shove that sends the smaller man staggering back into the ropes. He follows up with a dash forward into a huge Clothesline!
Harvey: It wouldn't be the first time someone has, Johnny. Just last week...
Chase: Yeah, so some broad got lucky. That wasn't for the title; Smith won't just give that up to some debutante!
Picked up by A.C. Smith, Mumf is subjected to a few blows to the gut, softening him up for a scoop into a Powerslam, the Xtreme Champion keeping him covered for an early pin attempt.
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Harvey: It would hardly be fair to call Mumf a 'debutante', Johnny. He's proven himself.
Chase: To be fair, if Smith thinks he can win THAT quickly...
Evidently Smith doesn't, completely unsurprised by the kickout, picking his opponent up again to measure him for a solid European Uppercut, then seizing an arm and whipping him toward the ropes...
Harvey: A reversal from Mumf!
Twisting Smith around in his stead, the Monster whips him and bides his time for the comeback; turning his hip into Smith and seizing him under one arm to score with a brutal Sidewalk Slam. The crowd – partisan between two favorites – generally cheers at the sheer impact of the move, and it gets a duelling chant going for the two men.
Chase: No pin? See, that's smart. Not like he's gonna win this early!
Mumford hits the ropes himself now, coming back with a Leg Drop that Smith evades by an inch, rolling aside and getting up into a crouch. Rather than stand, he reaches out, seizing Mumf by an ankle and sweeping one leg out from under him, bringing him down to the same level in preparation for a big haymaker from the other hand.
Mumf blocks it on a forearm, but the awkwardness of his landing leaves him open to a second attempt, a cross punch catchimg him flush on the jaw. He's partly flung aside by the blow, but Mumf comes back, getting Smith with a couple of rapid-fire elbows to the cheek and temple. Smith barely covers up to block a third.
Harvey: Both these men are incredibly tough.
Firing back, the reigning champion drives forward off his knees, tackling Mumf to the canvas and laying in with forearm strikes that both rattle and stun him; Smith taking the opportunity to briefly straddle him, then get to his feet, hauling Mumf up by the scruff of the neck until he holds him up into the air in an impressive show of strength.
Mumf clings on, then manages to get a knee up – which Smith is forced to sway to avoid, losing some of his grip and finally releasing Mumford, simply casting him down and forward. Mumf bounces off the canvas, landing on all fours.
Chase: But I don't think 'the Monster' is as strong as he thinks. Smith's a beast!
Mad Mumf slaps the mat, then rises, all but throwing himself across the ring at the Big Apple Asskicker. A couple of jabs sail wide, and then a missed kick lets Smith capitalize, stomping forward into a running Lariat-- but Mumf won't go down! Immediately back on his feet, he steps in again, and Smith acts fast with another blow, dropping Mumford a second time.
Chase: If at first you don't succeed...
Mumf is back up, and Smith's third Lariat is blocked with a pair of forearms. Pushing Smith back, Mumf whips up a leg, catching him with a meaty roundhouse kick to the ribs. Stepping in, he whips a second high – and scores! Right on the temple, the high kick sends Smith spinning sidelong, Mumf rushing him and scoring with a Swinging Neckbreaker to complete the combination, bringing Smith crashing down for a swift cover...
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Harvey: Not exactly close, but perhaps a wake-up call for Smith?
Chase: Mumf's really taking it to him!
Both men are back to their feet almost simultaneously, trading back-and-forth shots as the crowd 'ooh', 'ahh' and 'woooo' as mandated by wrestling law. It's three of the latter, backhand chops that give Smith the advantage once more, backing Mumf into the corner then hushing the crowd before scoring with one last, massive chop, lighting up his chest.
Mumf cringes, but comes back with a swift short-range clothesline, staggering Smith. He goes for a headlock, which the Big Apple Asskicker fights, digging his shoulder in to Mumf's gut and driving him back against the turnbuckle!
Harvey: Once, twice, and a third time – Smith now hauling him up to the high rent district!
Chase: I'm not sure someone like Mumf deserves to be up there! Bring him down, bring him down!
Mumf fights Smith as he mounts the turnbuckle, getting him with a knee strike and a couple of elbows, then swinging for the fences with the opposite arm – a third elbow blasting him off the turnbuckle back into the ring.
Smith manages to roll backward, coming up on his feet-- but does so opposite a Mumf now standing, launching himself off the corner post into a wild leap that sees him come down on the champion's brawny shoulders.
The Lou Thesz Press carries him backward, Mumf raining down punches!
Chase: Yes! Bust him open!
Standing up, Mad Mumf takes a moment to restore his own composure, playing briefly to the crowd – some of whom cheer, the others of whom start chanting "LET'S GO A.C.!" - then turning to face the freshly arisen Smith. Both lunge for one another, Smith going for a Flying Clothesline and Mumf looking to take him down with a sweep; the end result that they go skidding past one another, forced to turn around and mount a second offensive.
Harvey: Smith beats Mad Mumf to the punch.
Chase: You mean to the elbow!
Wham. Smith lands an elbow straight to the skull, then grabbing the stunned Mumf for a high-angle Snapmare, driving him down toward the canvas and into his waiting knee, where he keeps him pinned with a chinlock.
Harvey: Showing some technical acumen here, but Mumf is fighting it every step of the way.
The Monster kicks his feet, straining against the hold as the Big Apple Asskicker presses his spine more tightly against his knee, both men turning red-faced before Mumf is able to give a surge of effort, lifting his whole body off the floor and throwing his weight backward-- pushing Smith back toward the ropes, where he rebounds before stumbling forward over Mumf. Though clearly out of sorts following the hold, the challenger is able to float over and grab a front facelock, returning the favor as he keeps Smith grounded and choking for a full minute.
Chase: Bo-ring!
Harvey: This is great, respectful and skilfull wrestling from two REAL wrestlers, Johnny.
Chase: Isn't this supposed to be the Xtreme title match?
Harvey: I doubt you'll have to wait--
Smith suddenly surges into action, reversing the hold and flipping Mumf beneath him, driving his forearms downward to punish the challenger. Mumf is unable to cover up, rattled by the blows.
Chase: C'mon, c'mon, bust him open!
Mumford throws himself this way and that, finally tumbling Smith and grabbing an Ankle Lock as the bigger man goes down. They're too close to the ropes, though; the Big Apple Asskicker grabs a hold, and the referee breaks the other a couple of seconds later. Both men get to their feet, tentatively circling.
They lock up, and Smith grabs a wristlock. Mumf struggles only a moment before flipping back, loosening the tension enough that he can bend and sweep a leg, dropping Smith flat on his spine; finding an opening to go for a leg drop across the arm and neck. He doesn't get all of it, and Smith drags him in, snapping him down with a Side Headlock. He slams in a few punches, but isn't able to keep Mumf in place long. The challenger slips from the hold and gets back to his feet, beating Smith up and finding the champ still on his knees.
Stepping onto the lowered knee, he leans back and scores with a Shining Enziguri!
Chase: Nice! Just as I was falling asleep again!
Harvey: A crisp display of their technical prowess, but Mad Mumf has come out on top, and he's going for the pin!
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The champion powers back to his feet after the attempted pinfall, Mumf quick to follow but just a half-second behind. It's enough for Smith to get the jump on him, scoring with a kick to the gut then a crisp Powerbomb. Mumf's head bounces off the canvas, and his limbs go momentarily limp, but he somehow springs back, rolling aside from a questioning stomp by Smith, and gripping the ankle to try again for that Ankle Lock.
Harvey: Mumf apparently trying to take one leg away from his opponent – that'll make it hard to pull off those big power moves, and if he can't use both his legs... kicking out will be a lot harder, too.
Chase: I don't care, I just hope he breaks his leg!
Harvey: Why would you hope that?
Chase: It'll save Leon Roberts a job! He's gonna be our next champion, after all.
Smith has fought to the ropes once more, and the referee is forced to break the hold. Mumf kip-ups to his feet, throwing his arms up to a decent response from the crowd, and then turns toward Smith – actually waiting for the champ to be recovered before he moves back in, asking for the lock-up. Smith is happy to oblige.
Harvey: These two men so evenly matched thus far. Could we be at a turning point?
This time it's Mumf who comes out on top, seizing a headlock. He can't keep a hold of Smith for long, though; the champ drives him back toward the corner, getting a foot on the ropes and using the extra leverage to boost himself out, immediately trying to muscle the challenger up onto his shoulders.
Mumf appears to let him; and then rolls off, landing behind Smith.
Chase: That was pretty nice.
Smith is too experienced, avoiding a follow-up by simply lifting a big boot and kicking backward, his foot colliding with Mumf's abdomen. As the challenger staggers, the Big Apple Asskicker turns and bull-rushes him, getting a waistlock and hauling him up and around to deliver a massive Sit-Out Spinebuster.
Mumf is held down, and pinned, as the crowd pops for the impact!
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Harvey: That was close; Mumf looks like he's glad to be in this match, and Smith looks frustrated.
Both men find their footing, Smith the first by a whisker, and able to jab a fist into Mumf's nose. The Monster stumbles, eating a second and then a hook punch from the opposite hand. He goes down to a knee, and Smith grabs him by the skull, dragging him in for a knee strike and then lifting him into an Irish Whip.
Mumf bounces off the ropes, coming back in to be caught for what looks like a body slam!
Chase: The Big Apple Slam!
But Mumf has it scouted! As he goes down between Smith's legs, he's at an awkward angle; able to kick back with a leg and catch the big champion across the face with his boot, driving Smith backward. Smith doesn't quite go down; but he does miss the chance to dive in and secure a pin, and didn't get all of the slam.
Mumford gets back to his feet, shakily keeping Smith at bay with a few quick strikes.
Harvey: Only grazing blows landing, but Mumf needs to catch his breath after that.
Chase: It's amazing he's still in this!
A.C. Smith blocks, ducks, and weaves, but with a sudden surge of effort Mad Mumf hurls himself forward and scores with a solid boot to the gut. Smith doubles over, and Mumf follows up with a big uppercut, snapping the champion's head back. Stepping around, he grabs Smith round the throat and drags him down, the back of his skull colliding with Mumf's knee.
Harvey: A flurry of offense from Mumford, in what may be the final moments here!
Shouting out to the crowd, Mumford ducks down and hauls the larger Smith across his shoulders, stumbling somewhat as he straightens up with all two hundred and seventy five pounds of the Xtreme Champion weighing him down.
"LET'S GO A.C.!" "MUMF, MUMF, MUMF!" "LET'S GO A.C.!" "MUMF, MUMF, MUMF!"
With another tightly-constrained yell, Mad Mumf PLANTS A.C. Smith with his Inverted Death Valley Driver.
Harvey: I can't believe it! Mumf finishes his combination with the Death Sentence!
Chase: What the-- I look away for a minute and this happens?!
The ring is still shaking as Mumf goes for the cover.
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Chase: Woah! Haha! I thought it was over!
Harvey: I think everybody did, Johnny!
Smith is back to his feet, clearly dazed but fired up; and unwilling to lose his title! Mumf looks like he's seen a ghost, and is unable to evade a flurry of answering punches that bring the champion flying back into this match. He's driven back to the ropes, then seized and whipped toward those opposites. Smith gets him up, and the crowd explodes!
Harvey: The Big Apple Slam! The Big Apple Slam!
Chase: Is it bad luck to say it three times, Harv?!
Mumf is down, and Smith hurls himself down for the cover.
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Winner, and still Xtreme Champion: A.C. Smith
Smith is upright instantly, punching the air with both arms as the arena goes wild. Mumf remains down, breathing hard as he slowly, slowly eases himself back up to his feet. The champ takes his time to celebrate, climbing each turnbuckle to an ovation from the fans in attendance, but the cheers only reach fever pitch... When he descends and moves to help Mumf up from his knees, lifting the challenger's arm in recognition of his efforts, and then firmly shaking his hand. The two men exchange a few, clearly friendly words, and take a bow for the fans, before parting and each making their way from the arena – Smith with the belt back around his waist. Harvey: And his title reign is not over! Despite a wobble last week, and a valiant effort from Adam Mumf that took him – once again – to the limit, A.C. Smith is STILL our Xtreme Champion.Chase: Until Leon Roberts get a hold of him!Harvey: Perhaps, but for now, Smith is victorious. Long may he reign.We go to commercial |
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Post by President Jeff on Sept 12, 2013 20:16:54 GMT -4
Paige: The following contest is a tag team match, and is for one fall. Introducing first...The drums begin to roll as "Welcome to the Family" by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play over the arena. The lights darken and the entrance way lights up as the silhouette of a woman stands with her hands on her hips. The guitar then kicks in as a voice engulfs the entire arena. "Hey kid, do I have your attention?
I know the way you've been living.
Life's so reckless, tragedy endless.
Welcome to the family."
"Hey, there's something missing!
Only time will alter your vision.
Never in question, lethal injection.
Welcome to the family." Paige: At a combined weight of three hundred and sixty five pounds, representing the Black Hand, Niobe "Nightmare" Martin-- and your Overdrive Champion... Tommy Knox! IRON! NIGHTMAAAARE!Niobe Martin slowly walks out from the back, welcomed with boos from the crowd. She stops in the center of the entrance stage and looks over the arena. Then, Tommy Knox slowly makes his way from the back as the boos get louder. As Niobe stands there, she holds her arms out beside her. Knox then walks up behind her and places his hands on her waist and kisses her on the neck before looking over the arena himself, smiling at the fans with each and every boo that comes his way. The two then slowly walk down the aisle, towards the ring as the music continues to drown the fans reaction. "Hey, I have to question.
What's with the violent aggression?
Details blurry, lost him too early.
Welcome to the family."
"Hey, why won't you listen?
Can't help the people you're missing!
It's been done, a casualty rerun.
Welcome to the family" Once at ringside, Niobe slides under the bottom rope as Knox climbs the steps and enters in the corner, under the top rope. The two then walk to the center of the ring as the fans continue to boo. Niobe scans the crowd over as Knox stands behind her, holding her in his arms. The two then turn to one another and look into each others eyes as the music continues. The two then kiss as the fans erupt in louder boos and the music slowly dies off. "We all have emptiness inside.
We all have answers to find.
But you can't win this fight." Harvey: Coming out together like this, I have to wonder if Iron Nightmare-- if the Black Hand are trying to prove their advantage; that they work as a team, something that Biggs and C.J. Gates no longer do...Chase: It almost sounds like you're on their side, Harv!Harvey: I am not here to take sides. I am here to commentate this match!Paige: And their opponents...!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. Chase: He looks pretty lonely to me!A green hue fills the arena as "Writing On the Wall" by the Tea Party begins to play and the fans instantly jump to their feet, cheering loudly. C.J. Gates quickly makes his way out from the back wearing his trademark cowboy hat and his t-shirt... somewhat modified tonight. It reads: "Go Biggs or Go Home". He points out to the fans in attendance and smiles before making his way down the ramp, tagging hands with the fans along the side of it. Gates reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before springing to his feet and climbing the nearest turnbuckle. He points out at the fans one more time before raising his arms in the air to another loud chorus of cheers as Biggs joins him. Harvey: Say what you like, but Biggs and Gates have been a successful tag team force before, and they are the very best of friends; the Black Hand is in for a fight that the smart money may well say they can't win.Chase: Whatever! Knox is OVERDRIVE CHAMPION, Harv. Nobody else in this match can say that.Iron Nightmare vs. The Space Cowboys
Ding ding ding!
Knox and Gates start the match off, Knox seeming keen to take a slower pace – whereas Gates elects to come storming in, throwing rapid fire dropkicks that back the Overdrive champion up to the corner. Blocking them deftly, with the last he sidesteps and gives the White Knight a shove that sends him careering into the ropes.
Harvey: Right away, Tommy Knox has his opponent tied up and at the cruel whim of Niobe Martin!
The blonde is right there to capitalize with strikes, dropping off the apron with a legdrop across the throat that finally sends C.J. Gates spinning back into the ring, but he's hurt-- and all too easy prey for Knox, who lays in the boot a few times before picking up for a brutal T-Bone Suplex, raising his arms to the booing crowd before finishing his work with a rough Senton, going straight for the pin after it lands...
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The White Knight is back to his feet quickly, watching Knox with a cautious eye as the Overdrive Champion paces around him, guard down and a grin on his lips. Gates glances toward Biggs on the other side of the ring, then weaves as if to hunt for the tag; a feint that Knox buys entirely, opening the way for a Spinning Heel Kick.
Harvey: And the Overdrive Champion is down!
Chase: Knox is just as quickly back to his feet!
Harvey: But so is C.J. Gates. We have ourselves a fight.
The Cowboy half of the Space Cowboys turns around, seeming to allow Knox to capture him, then kicks his legs up. He gets massive height on the manuever that follows, drilling Knox's face into the mat wth a Wheelbarrow Bulldog, then rolling immediately to his feet and hitting the ropes; almost casually rattling Niobe Martin with a Flying Forearm before speeding back to take Knox down once more with a Sunset Flip straight into a pin!
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The White Knight is sent sprawling, but he lands just shy of his own corner. Biggs extends his hand, shaking it to encourage the tag – and the crowd pops as Gates makes it, bringing in the Spaceman!
Knox is up on his feet for only an instant before Biggs is driving into him with a Calf Kick, following up with a Jumping Spin Kick that blasts the Ironman across the ring. The fans cheer their jubilation, and Biggs takes a moment to return their favor with some appreciation of his own; posing upon the bottom rope with his arms spread.
Chase: Ugh! I hate when he does that!
Harvey: It may not be the wisest course of action; Tommy Knox is making the tag to his partner.
Chase: Time for another taste of his worst Nightmare!
Biggs turns around to find an incoming Niobe already upon him, but far from shocked he seems PLEASED, a goofy grin on his lips as he ducks her attempted clothesline and replies with a Deep Arm Drag, immediately spinning out to lock her into an Armbar – his form blocking her from easy access to the ropes. The crowd goes wild as Niobe Martin struggles.
Harvey: I think he wants this, Johnny. After that awful attack last week, he wants his revenge!
The ref isn't looking at Iron Nightmare's corner, and Tommy Knox comes in with a FURIOUS Elbow Drop, right across the injured shoulder of Biggs. The crowd 'oooooh' sympathetically as Biggs screams, releasing Niobe Martin and quickly pulled upright by the Overdrive Champion, who's wearing a (sick) grin of his own now.
Harvey: Tommy Knox adding insult to injury...
Chase: More like injury to injury! To injury!
The crowd go into hateful conniptions! Tommy Knox has planted the Spaceman with a Swinging Neckbreaker, holding on with a guillotine choke that has Biggs kicking and yelling – his wildly flung feet somehow missing the nearby ropes, desperation costing him the apt strategy he might ordinarily employ. But it doesn't matter; Knox isn't the legal man, and the referee is already trying to force the Overdrive champ to break his hold. He does so...
But only when Niobe Martin is in place to instantly come down with a Flipping Leg Drop across the punished area.
Knox rolls out to the apron, ending up seated and taunting the fans behind the barrier, while his partner drags Biggs into the middle of the ring and rolls him up for the pin.
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Harvey: The Spaceman is not out of this one yet.
Chase: Just as well, Harv! This isn't an elimination match!
Harvey: Indeed. You have to wonder if he might be the weak link here tonight...
Either way, Biggs is back on his feet, dancing around Niobe Martin as she confidently stalks him, the scowl on her lips far from displeased – she's intent on hunting him down, on finishing the match. Biggs tries to cut her down with a few low kicks, but the Nightmare is too swift-- evading, she steps in and hauls the Spaceman overhead with a Snapmare, keeping him seated as she drops both elbows into his injured neck and shoulder region. Biggs is screaming again, and the referee steps in to apply a count on Martin.
Chase: How is that fair? She's not doing anything wrong!
Martin throws up her hands and backs off, and despite the pain Biggs starts to rise too. His teeth are clenched, determination flooding his expression just before he lets out a yell and charges Martin – who lies between him and C.J. Gates. Niobe's eyes go wide, but she drops down and is able to catch Biggs with a Back Body Drop.
The Spaceman goes HIGH; and then comes down on his upper back. One can feel the entire crowd cringe as one as they 'oooooh' again, but Biggs pushes through it – he all but bounces upright, stumbling rapidly forward to smack the extended hand of C.J. Gates – bringing the White Knight over the ropes in a blur of motion!
Harvey: A Vaulting Body Press takes the self-proclaimed Nightmare to the canvas!
Gates rolls off Martin, getting to his feet and immediately leaping across the ring to send a message to Knox – in the form of a Flying Forearm right between the eyes – then he's off the ropes and turning to catch the rising Niobe with a Headscissor Takedown, her subsequent tumble leaving her dazed and weaving where she stands.
Before she can fall, Gates darts behind and comes overhead, nailing a Leapfrog Bulldog to a roar from the crowd!
He goes for the pin.
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Knox is furious on the apron after that one, pushing against the ropes as if he means to enter – a fact the ref notices, and moves over to dissuade the Black Hander from interceding. Gates glances at him and shakes his head, picking Martin off the floor and hooking her arms as she's bent double.
Another big pop, and the Cowboy brings her skullfirst into the canvas with the Stamp of Approval!
Harvey: Smart strategy by Gates, further punishing the head of Niobe Martin with that Double Arm DDT.
Rather than go for the pin, Gates picks her up and drags her back to his corner, throwing her against the turnbuckle as he makes the tag to Biggs. The Spaceman gets another cheer, coming in to hook up Martin whilst Gates goes to the apron.
Knox is still going nuts, pointing and gesticulating – to no avail from the suspicious ref – as the Spaceman pulls Martin out of the corner and takes a shuffling run-up, bouncing off the turnbuckle to drop her with the Bigg Time!
Chase: This is ridiculous!
Gates is ready to follow up, and as Biggs rolls away to spend a moment mocking Knox, he comes flying off the corner post into a corkscrew somersault that just about has the crowd tearing the roof off!
Harvey: All's fair in love and war, Johnny! And there's the Gatecrasher!
C.J. Gates comes down with authority upon Niobe Martin, bouncing off to throw his arms up for the fans; and, more importantly, to allow Biggs to hook the leg for the pin.
Chase: He doesn't see it! What'd you say about things being fair, Harv?!
Knox has seen the move land, and keeps the referee arguing, even grabbing him by the collar as he starts to turn away. He's FURIOUS and warning Knox, threatening to disqualify him if he continues-- but Biggs has been in place long enough for a count of five or six, and there's no count being made. Gates steps to the opposite corner...
...and the ref almost immediately changes his focus, seeing the pin and hitting the mat.
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Biggs is devastated, sitting up with both hands on his head, wide-eyed, aghast as he looks to the fans and then to the referee. Gates steps in to argue, and it's all the opening that Iron Nightmare need.
Martin rolls to her corner, making the tag to Knox, who pushes past the referee to send Gates tumbling through the ropes with a big Dropkick, springing back to his feet and motioning to Martin as he pounces on Biggs.
Harvey: It looks like Iron Nightmare have a nefarious plan...
Chase: All's fair in love and war!
Knox gets Biggs up and stuns him with a hard Backbreaker, holding him in place, Martin recovered enough by now to wind up for a big flying Elbow Drop across the throat. Biggs flips over as it strikes, ragdolling into the canvas-- but Iron Nightmare appears to be far from done, Knox hefting Biggs across his shoulders whilst his partner takes to the top rope.
Harvey: I believe they call this one – rather aptly – the 'Poisonous Dream'...
Tommy Knox turns around, letting all in attendance see that he has Biggs trapped and insensible. Martin takes her sweet time too, posturing on the turnbuckle before she elects to finish the assault.
Chase: This is gonna be great! Biggs deserves this!
Suddenly, Niobe Martin is soaring through the air!
But only because Gates has leapt up to nail her with an Enziguiri kick to the brainbasket, driving her forward into a face-first freefall that sees her crash down right behind Tommy Knox. The Overdrive Champion turns, Biggs still across his shoulders... and eats a Missile Dropkick right to the chest!
Knox crashes down, and Biggs goes bouncing into the opposite turnbuckle, Gates back to his feet and pursuing his partner to check on him as their opponents both struggle up to all fours.
Harvey: What an incredible countering sequence by C.J. Gates, but Biggs looks to be hurt...
The crowd are going nuts, and Gates props Biggs up before signalling that he's okay – just raising an even louder pop, which swiftly takes a turn for the uncertain as both members of Iron Nightmare find their feet and move in on the White Knight. With Biggs barely upright and the ref unable to keep order, Gates looks to be outnumbered.
Harvey: It's been said before: the Black Hand are most comfortable in these situations.
Chase: They're so skilled, Harv, so deadly!
Harvey: They're so opportunistic, more like.
"LET'S GO C.J.!" "BLACK HAND SUCKS!" "LET'S GO C.J.!" "BLACK HAND SUCKS!"
With the crowd willing him on, Gates takes a deep breath and charges. Martin misses a backhand chop, letting him get past her and engage with Knox – who likewise finds the Cowboy too swift to nail with an elbow to the mouth. Gates goes under, and then pops up to seize the Overdrive Champion in a headlock, turning him around to confront Martin feetfirst; using the momentum he achieves by booting her away to whirl around and drill Knox with a massive Tornado DDT!
Martin's only staggered, however, and Gates rises right into a Flying Clothesline, Martin kipping up and immediately re-engaging as an empowered, empassioned Gates walks into a Fireman's Carry and is taken down again.
Taking a breather, Martin goes to help up Knox, then leaves the ring.
Harvey: Does that count as a tag? I'm not sure Niobe Martin isn't still legal here...
Chase: If the ref doesn't see it, it doesn't matter, Harv.
Harvey: I think that's what I--
Chase: Quit worrying so much about the RULES. No wonder the Black Hand doesn't want you!
Biggs has begun to stir, and the referee moves to get him out of the ring, giving Knox an opening to work Gates over with a thumb to the eyes and a few illegal closed fists to the body and face. The final one busts Gates open, a pattering of blood soaking the canvas; Knox seizing his moment of pain to kick the Cowboy in the gut and plant him with the Sativa Spike – to an enormous LACK of appreciation from the sold-out crowd.
Tommy Knox makes the cover.
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Though a moment before he was swooning on the apron, suddenly Biggs is flipping over the rope and colliding shoulder-first with Knox, sending him tumbling off C.J. Gates!
The action brings in Niobe Martin as well, coming off the ropes running to keep Biggs grounded with a Basement Dropkick, Tommy Knox going back to Gates with another attempt to pin him.
Harvey: Tremendous determination and skill from C.J. Gates!
The White Knight counters, scoring with a roll-up on Tommy Knox out of nowhere!
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Knox is angry, striking the canvas with both hands before he rises, his frustration turning to a predatory sneer as Niobe Martin closes in on C.J. Gates. Apparently intent on dropkicking her way around the ring, she aims another for the Cowboy; but not before Knox finds time to lunge in and catch him from the other side, sandwiching him between both members of Iron Nightmare with a Double Dropkick that drops him like a lead weight.
Chase: Determination maybe; determination to get kicked in the face and pinned!
Harvey: Speaking of determination--
Chase: Speaking of being kicked in the face--
Harvey: Biggs is still in this contest!
The Spaceman is indeed up, meeting Knox as the Overdrive Champion turns around, waffling him with a European Uppercut and then sending him sprawling with an hellacious Calf Kick. Niobe Martin intercedes, but Biggs stops her with a back chop; then hooking her up for what looks to be a Uranage...
Chase: Holy shit!
The crowd explodes as Biggs flips, still holding onto Niobe Martin, and drops her hard with the Starmaker!
Harvey: My God! That flipping Uranage looks to have knocked her senseless!
Back to his feet with arms raised, basking in the cheers of the crowd, Biggs doesn't take too long to posture; moving back in on Martin with kicks to the ribs and side, pushing her out of the ring. On the other side, Gates has already gotten out of dodge; and the referee appears happy with the situation as both Knox and Biggs turn to face one another.
Harvey: It appears we have our legal men here. Gates is hurt, and Niobe Martin may be out of this...
Chase: Finish him, Knox!
The Overdrive Champion lunges in with a feinted lock-up that the injured Biggs buys completely, allowing Knox to drive him back with a flurry of strikes, keeping on the Spaceman's case to pick him up and drive him back down with a Spinning Backbreaker, before driving a few kicks to the neck and shoulder.
Harvey: I believe this entire crowd is on its feet!
Biggs is screaming again, the crowd getting behind him to little avail as Knox continues to pursue him. It's with sheer grit that he powers back to his feet, pumping a fist and yelling as he struggles through the pain-- and then lashes out to nail Knox right between the eyes with a closed fist!
Harvey: Boom. A message from space to Tommy Knox!
The blow rattles the Ironman, and Biggs follows it up with another to the gut, doubling Knox over and preparing him for a series of savage knee strikes – returning the favor earlier dealt to Gates as he draws a gout of blood with the last.
On the outside, C.J. has put himself back together, and goes hunting for Niobe Martin, keeping her grounded with a couple of stomps as Biggs hooks up Tommy Knox, draping one leg over the back of his neck. The crowd go nuts again, chanting for Biggs – just his name, over and over, as he postures briefly and then flips forward...
Chase: Ugh!
Harvey: Spaced Out! Biggs hit Tommy Knox with the Spaced Out!
Knox crashes down in a heap, and Biggs goes for the cover...
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Winners: The Space Cowboys Harvey: They have done it, the Space Cowboys have scored a clean pinfall victory over Iron Nightmare!Chase: 'Clean'? Really? They cut corners all the way!Harvey: No more than the Black Hand did, and do, every week on Overdrive. This was a hard-earned victory!On the outside of the ring, two figures have slipped over the barrier. Both dressed in dark clothing and ballcaps, they dismiss the latter as they reveal themselves; Chris Madison coming up near enough C.J. Gates to force him away from Niobe Martin, the Cowboy sliding into the ring rather than deal with a two-on-one situation. On the other side, Michael Jennings plays shepherd, blocking the way back up the ramp. Harvey: Oh, what now? Can't these two men enjoy their victory in peace?Biggs ceases his celebration as Gates comes up beside him, the two of them glancing this way and that and exchanging a few quick words. Gates nods to Biggs, who moves to the ropes nearest Michael Jennings, pointing at his eyes and then the scarred, dirty visage of the Black Hander. Chase: Is that a threat? Biggs is such a violent man!Harvey: When you talk about bad blood here on Overdrive, you talk about Biggs and Jennings...Chase: Jennings isn't cleared to compete, Biggs had better not attack him!The Spaceman starts to leave the ring, feinting a few kicks and then moving as if to climb the turnbuckle. Jennings moves aside just enough, and Gates launches himself to ringside, clearing the ropes to aim an aerial kick at Michael Jennings! It's evaded, but this leaves a wide opening, through which the bloody Gates and injured Biggs can 'escape' up the ramp. Chase: That's it, you'd better run!Harvey: They're outnumbered and fresh off a difficult win, nobody can think any less of these men for 'running'...They stop at the head of the ramp, playing to the cheering crowd, and pointing toward the Black Hand members as they assemble in the ring together. Knox opens the ropes in invitation, but with one last bow Gates and Biggs depart. Harvey: You can bet this isn't over. This is one battle in a war yet to come; the Black Hand is not so dominant as they believe, and it may be those two men who hold the key to their undoing.Overdrive goes to commercial
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Post by President Jeff on Sept 12, 2013 20:17:53 GMT -4
The lights fade, before the stage begins to flicker just as 'Scum Of The Earth' begins to play. Scum of the Earth! COME ON!A massive amount of pyro burst from the stage and ramp. the ramp fire continues to burn, as red for is seen from the stage. Paige: The following contest is scheduled for One fall. Introducing First. From Toronto Canada. Weighing in at 275 pounds. Leon 'The Virus' Roberts! Harvey: Now this is music that suites him.Chase: Last we saw From Leon was last week, when he laid out A.C Smith, in an act of revenge from his loss from Shockwave.Yeah
Run and kill (yeah)
Destroy the will (yeah)
A hero that doesn't exist
Yeah
Smoking gun (yeah)
Well I am the one (yeah)
A bullet hole
In your fist
YeahLeon and Demonica rise up from under the stage, and appear sitting on a skeleton bone throne, with Demonica sitting on Leon's lap.Both Leon and Demonica rise up. Once they do, Demonica hooks her arm with Leon, facing the crowd they begin to walk through the fire ramp, with Leon raising his free arm in the devil horns.The two begin to walk down to the ring. Once at the ring, Leon enters first, holding the rope open for Demonica. Once both are inside, Leon yells, as pyro burst from the four corners. Demonica then takes off Leon's jacket. He looks over at Paige, and signals he wants a mic. The music fades. The crowd is split between cheering for Leon, and booing him. The ones that are booing him, being to throw some things his way, but they don't get very far. Leon: So I bet you are all wondering about my actions last week? Hmph. Why should I have to explain myself to anyone?More of the crowd begins to boo Leon. But all that does for him, is make him smirk in amusement. Leon: I mean it's not like anyone gets it do they. But I suppose you puppets of society do deserve to at least know.
I attacked A.C Smith last week, because simply put, I was not done with him. Do you really think that Smith saw the last of me? I'll admit, he got the victory over me at Shockwave, but he's far from finished with me. In fact, if anything, he's made it more fun for me to want to break him. You see, Smith is only one small portion of the bigger picture. But his role in it, is significant to warrant my attention. The bigger picture, is the world you know. It's nothing more then a bunch of lies.
And you puppets want to know why? Because you are exactly that! Puppets. Living under the rules of religion, trying to have them as their 'guidance' in life, when really, it's all just mere propaganda to keep you all in line. There is only two gods. The one universally praised as the creator, and of course, the devil. But the creator demands all your attention. Demands that you listen to his rules, those rules, have become the law. Because if you don't, you'll be punished. What a *censored* joke!
And then, there are the enforcers of the laws, the police. Something that Smith once was. Whether or not he was a dirty cop, means nothing. He is a representation of all that you believe is good. Protection from others. Protection, from what everyone truly is. You all need to know, that living in this mundane world has caused everyone to become weak, for there was a time when war was commonplace, even if it was over the smallest things. You all think worshiping this 'creator' will lead you to paradise? Well to be honest, yeah it will. Chase: What's he saying?Harvey: Sounds like he's being hypocritical.Leon: Much like any other person would, you will all be going to paradise. From a hard working individual, to a petty thief, to corporate leaders, to rapists, and everything in between! But it's not your paradise we're heading to. It's not the paradise you believe exists for you. It's my paradise. Hell! Which is what everyone will be experiencing coming very soon, when we head, to On Night In Hell. But that isn't enough. No. It's time everyone takes permanent residence there. Let loose. Don't be afraid of causing some mayhem. Inject some much needed chaos into your lives, and you will get what the world should be. Pure Lunacy. I suppose until then, you *censored* puppets will see me for what I am, the scum of the earth. I wouldn't have it any other way!Chase: Wow. Such a bold statement from Leon Roberts.Harvey: He's just expressing his ow opinion, even if it is one that most will never agree on.Leon: Now bring on that Asian wench! Paige: And his opponent…
Let! It! Roll~ and-- around and around and around the world!
Let! It! Roll~ and-- around and around and around the world!
The drums hit, and the singer's scream erupts around the arena as Seikima-II's 'Big Time Changes' brings forth a visibly-pumped Shione Ōshima. An energetic streak of orange and red, she emerges upon the ramp with a short, high-pitched roar of her own, fists clenched to either side before one is thrown righteously upward. Pyrotechnics fire in a series of sharp pops, blazing sparks flanking the powerhouse as she alternately strides and spins toward the ring, throwing hard slaps to the extended hands of her fans - and fierce grins to those not close enough to offer them the same treatment. Paige: From Osaka, Japan, weighing in at over nine THOUSAND pounds, she is the Crashing Wave... Shione "SURGE" O-shiiiii-maaa!On reaching ringside, Shione pauses with hands upon her hips, drawing a calming breath as she looks up at the ropes. And then she's a blur once more, springing onto the apron and lunging out onto the canvas with a sharp twist that brings her to the centre of the ring in time with the music, delivering another heavenward thrust of her right fist as members of the crowd obligingly shout along with the anthemic, "HEY!" From there, she's all business, shaking out her limbs and rolling her neck as she proceeds to her corner - allowing the officials to check her over, whilst calmly smiling toward the opposite corner at Leon, who meets her with a glare… And our bell sounds as her music fades! Harvey: Last week, Shione Ōshima picked up a HUGE victory over A.C. Smith in the middle of the ring! And then that sore loser, Leon Roberts--Chase: HEY. Could you BE any more unprofessional?Harvey: Oh, save it. Roberts jumped Smith after he had just wrestled a hard-fought match, because he hates the fact that he’d been trumped at Shockwave!Chase: You and your wild conclusions.Shione “SURGE” Ōshima vs Leon “The Virus” Roberts
Roberts explodes out of the corner with a battle cry and goes for a Running Lariat on Ōshima but she swiftly ducks and weaves out of the way, pivoting and throwing a spinning backfist to the back of Roberts’ head to the delight of the crowd! Robert throws an elbow back at her, but again she ducks and shoots the ropes in front of him, coming back for a running high knee that catches him in the sternum! Stunned, Roberts stumbles back and Ōshima shoots the ropes one more time for momentum, going for a Cross Body-- but Roberts catches her and drops her down back-first across his knee!
Harvey: What a shot!
Chase: And he’s trying to break her down quick! Now he’s got her up by the hair. Our official is scolding him for it-- OH, huge European Uppercut by Roberts, haha, and the crowd didn’t like that at all!
Shione falls into the ropes and Roberts yanks her away by the arm, into a Belly-to-Belly Side Suplex! She climbs her feet and falls victim to a Snap Suplex next and Demonica cheers and applauds from the outside. Roberts forces Ōshima to her feet and Irish-Whips her at full force into the turnbuckles.
Harvey: Look at the agility by Ōshima!
Ōshima scales the turnbuckles, balancing on the top as Roberts charges at her. He tries to pull himself to a stop, but before he can, Ōshima performs a beautiful Moonsault, catching him across the skull with her knee on the landing, driving Leon to the mat! She covers him and the referee slides into a count!
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Harvey: SO CLOSE, just a minute into this match!
Chase: Demonica looks horrified!
Shione is up to her feet, shaking the ropes with one hand to will herself into the fight as the audience grows loud behind her. Leon slowly climbs to his feet and Ōshima charges forward, hitting a running back elbow to the side of his temple! Roberts is groggy and Shione runs forward, leaping up for a Monkey Flip-- but the crowd groans as Roberts is able to catch her and pull her into a front waist-lock, turning and launching her awkwardly into the turmbuckles! Ōshima screams in pain and thuds to the mat. Roberts flips his hair back behind his head and forces Ōshima to her feet in a front face-lock. He seems to be preparing for a DDT, but she maneuvers herself behind him and delivers a hard stomp to the back of his knee! Roberts grunts and drops to a knee. Shione takes advantage with a slightly modified Hangman’s Neckbreaker! She crawls on top of him in a lateral press for the cover!
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Harvey: And an authoritative kickout by The Virus!
Chase: Haha, that was like a grounded Military Press! This guy is freaky strong, Harv.
Roberts is up, matching pace with Ōshima and blocks two stiff kicks aimed at his head on his way up, but is unsuccessful and blocking a Clothesline-- but it doesn’t take him off of his feet. Shione hits the ropes and comes at him for what looks to be the beginnings of a Shining Wizard, but Roberts, to a modest pop from the crowd is able to leap into the air and hit a Dropkick!
Chase: Well, the old dog learned some new tricks after all!
Demonica applauds as Roberts lifts Ōshima up again, onto his shoulder. He marches around the ring for a moment before drilling her to the canvas with an Oklahoma Powerslam! Instead of pinning her, he forces her up by her hair, again, and throws her throat-first over the middle rope. Boos surface throughout the crowd as Roberts places a boot at the base of her neck. The referee begins an obligatory five-count, which Roberts breaks at the absolute last second, grinning as Shione slams a hand on the mat in frustration and pain, trying to crawl away from the ropes. Roberts delivers a running punt to the ribs, earning boos from the crowd that has just briefly supported him. He lifts Shione up, once more by the hair, and turns to the ropes, launching her over the top! He turns, however, before he sees Shione swiftly land on her feet on the outside of the ring!
Harvey: Roberts has no idea what’s happened!
Roberts drops to a knee in the center of the ring to catch his breath. Demonica screams for his attention-- but it’s too late. As Robert whips around, Shione is already leaping from the top turnbuckle with a Missile Dropkick! It catches him clean in the face and the crowd roars as he’s thrown back from the impact. Shione climbs to her feet and wills the audience behind her, watching as Roberts pulls himself up in the corner. With a battle shriek, she rushes forward and hits a Stinger Splash! Roberts goes groggy and then falls to his rear. Shione grins at him and shoots the ropes, coming back for a Running Face Wash! Roberts’ eyes roll into the back of his head and Ōshima does all she can to pull him out of the corner before dropping down and hooking the far leg!
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Harvey: Leon Roberts gets the shoulder up!
Chase: Demonica looks like she’s about to have an aneurism.
Roberts is “helped” to his feet by Shione along with a few solid knees to the body and a wild roundhouse punch to the side of the head. Shione hits the ropes and comes back for a running elbow, but Roberts counters with a Flapjack! Shione hits the mat face-first and climbs to her feet, turning around into a Big Boot! Her head snaps back from the impact and she rolls head-over-heels. The crowd grows hushed, discouraged as their hero crumbles. Leon raises a fist in the air, smirking.
Chase: He thinks this one’s over. And I can’t blame him. Did you SEE her neck?
Roberts sighs and bends down, scooping Shione up, and then hoists her above his head in the Military Press position. He then drops her down for a Chokeslam-- but Shione grabs his arm and uses it to force herself, and the weight from Leon’s upper body down and tuck him into an Inside Cradle! The refree slides into the count!
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Harvey: SHE DOES IT AGAIN! The bell sounds and a furious Roberts springs to his feet, face red, and eyes wide as Ōshima slides out of the ring just as Demonica enters! Paige: Here is your winner… SHIONE “SURGE” ŌSHIIIIMA!Shione with a grin makes her way to the back, nearly sprinting as Roberts exits the ring and makes long strides after her, still shaking with rage with Demonica close behind. Harvey: There’s no WAY they can deny her that North American Title match now!Chase: She’s sneaky! SNEAKY!We fade to black as Leon and Demonica disappear behind the curtains, several paces behind the victorious Shione Ōshima! |
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Post by President Jeff on Sept 12, 2013 20:19:34 GMT -4
Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is the main event of the evening!Harvey: And a very special main event it is going to be...Paige: It is a tag team contest! Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois...#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 in a gold robe shimmering in the lights. "SIMPLY PUT" is written in silver on the back. His blonde goatee is neatly trimmed and blonde hair is freshly cut; his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. Paige: Weighing two hundred, thirty four pounds, JOHNNY! REBEL!#IT'S TIME TO PAY THE PRICE! The crowd has come unglued in their hatred for Rebel. He gets to the ring and pulls a camera man down to the ground and on all fours as Rebel uses him as a stepping stone to get in the ring. He takes off his robe to reveal his gold tights and tasseled white boots. He poses on the second turnbuckle with both hands held high. Paige: And his partner...[/i] 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 meAmy 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. Paige: Weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds... from San Francisco, California, by way of Hong Kong, China... she is your North American Champion... AMY! ZING!Ready for a showdown
And we're face to face
I think I'll rearrange
It put you into place
You don't get the best of me
Check it you're afraid of meStanding in front of the ring, Amy leapfrogs onto the apron. She slingshots herself into the ring and runs to the corner. Amy pulls herself up to the turnbuckle, spreading her arms out to the sides, pointing to the crowd. Slowly, she brings them together. Once her hands touch, Amy suddenly backflips off the turnbuckle, landing in the ring. I'm calling you out
I'm taking you down
But don't you come around
I'm fearless
I'm fearless
I'm fearlessUnwrapping the ribbon from her arm, Amy uses it to tie her hair in a ponytail. She starts clapping along with the song, trying to get the crowd behind her. She then leans against the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to start. Chase: This is gonna be incredible!Harvey: For once we're in full agreement.Chase: You can't wait for Amy Zing and Johnny Rebel to be put in their place, either?!Paige: Now introducing, their opponents!''Almost Famous'' by Eminem hits the PA system resulting in a stirring of the crowd. Several seconds later, Level-One steps out from behind the curtains cam corder in hand. He holds it up to his face and points it straight down at the ring before panning around at the rest of the crowd. As he walks down the ramp, he points the cameras in the faces of the fans whom are scowling with anger. Paige: Weighing in at two hundred and sixty three pounds, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, currently residing in Hollywood, California! He is a FOUR TIME APW Undisputed Champion! Please welcome... Level-One!!!!Level-One continues down the ramp and as the crowd boos he shouts over them into the camera - seeing it as the opportune time to create a blog for his Youtube channel on his way to the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope and sticks the video camera in the referee's face telling him that he's going to face hell from Hollywood if he doesn't do his job. With that he leans against the ropes and casually continues to create his video blog, waiting for the match to get underway. Paige: And his partner..."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...."Paige: From Brooklyn, New York, weighing one hundred and nineteen pounds... Kaylyn! James! EVANS!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. Chase: What a woman.Harvey: There's no doubt that these four are all very impressive. With the rivalry between Kaylyn James Evans and Amy Zing, and the undeniable bad blood between former partners Level-One and Johnny Rebel, it has to be said: we are in for a treat here, live on Overdrive.Chase: The only 'treat' I want is between Kaylyn James--Harvey: I think we're ready to begin!Tag Team Main Event
Johnny Rebel & Amy Zing vs. Level-One & Kaylyn James Evans
The bell rings, with Johnny Rebel firmly pointing his partner to their corner as with his other hand he motions for Level-One. The APW World Heavyweight Champion shares a glance and a few words with KJE, who flashes him a smile and heads out onto the apron. L1 winds his arms up, bouncing from foot to foot as he circles around Rebel.
Chase: Rebel's gonna die, Harv!
Harvey: We all know Johnny Rebel is a rough, tough brawler who's more than capable of getting it done – and 'we' includes Level-One, his former tag team partner. Make no mistake; this is a very even match-up.
A few testing jabs fail to find their mark on Level-One, who remains evasive until he suddenly swerves in for a lock-up. The two big men collide with a stomp, the ring aquiver and anticipation lifting the voices of the crowd.
As quickly as it begins, it's over, L1 twisting away from Johnny Rebel's grip with a mocking holler. Rebel growls something in return, and lunges in with a hard forearm that catches L1 as he turns toward his corner. The multi-time champ pauses, a ripple running through the crowd when he rounds upon Rebel with the calm air of a predator stirred, his arms out to either side as if daring his former partner to do it again.
Johnny doesn't need telling twice. This time he cracks Level-One right in the jaw, the blow forcing Lester to step back, lifting a hand to the impacted spot and casting a broad smirk toward the crowd as they cheer.
Riding the wave, L1 feints toward Johnny Rebel--
And spins away to slap the extended hand of Kaylyn James Evans.
Chase: Oh! That has to sting!
Harvey: A flagrant show of disrespect from Level-One, refusing to engage his old ally.
Chase: But Kaylyn's quite happy to fight, Harv!
KJE launches herself over the ropes, springboarding deftly to land upon the enraged Rebel's shoulders. His hands are up quickly – but not enough to prevent her from locking her legs and flipping back into an Huracanrana that forces him headfirst into the bottom of the nearest turnbuckle. Kaylyn dives for the big man's legs.
Harvey: She is hunting for that Sharpshooter she likes to employ...
Chase: Hey, wouldn't you love it if she tied you up like that?
Rebel is back to his senses and fighting it in the centre of the ring, rolling out of the initial attempt and then getting a boot up to catch Kaylyn in the sternum. She recoils, and he's up into a crouch to decapitate her with a lunging Clothesline.
Harvey: I would not, and neither would Johnny Rebel. What a sequence to counter with!
Chase: Ugh, I miss Level-One... maybe if I knocked you out again...
Rebel's momentum has carried him to the other side of the ring, where Amy Zing asks for the tag. He glances at her, raises an eyebrow, and then turns away; only to find KJE already recovered and charging him with a running Front Kick that barely bruises his gut as Rebel reacts with a turning sidestep, rolling into a tight hook punch.
Kaylyn evades it with a duck and weave, going low with a rapid Spear that carries Rebel to the canvas.
Chase: She's slippery!
Harvey: ...
Chase: Really? Nothing?
The Perfect Ten is now mounted on Johnny Rebel's chest, driving a few elbow strikes into his skull before pausing to take a breath and rearrange her hair in a clearly dismissive display. Rebel takes his moment; though does so in surprising manner, bucking his full body weight beneath KJE in order to attempt a positively gymnastic roll-up attempt, going heels over head to end up pinning her to the mat, slapping a brawny arm down to keep her caged.
Harvey: Well, that was innovative!
Chase: Maybe by Johnny Rebel's low standards...
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KJE pushes the big man off her, pulling herself up on the ropes as he tumbles awkwardly into a crouch, making a show of wiping his brow – as though the last few moments where the toughest of his career. He's smirking as he stands up, raising his fists and closing in on the Perfect Ten with a sequence of amateur boxing punches.
An uppercut almost fells her, forcing KJE back into the corner where L1 awaits.
Johnny Rebel goes for a tight right hook in proximity, but Kaylyn is ready to drop down – leaving the punch to whiff just shy of a laughing Level-One. The World Heavyweight Champion mockingly greets Rebel as he pokes him in the eye, then seizes the ropes and comes over with an added boost thanks to a swiftly-standing KJE.
The crowd can't help it; they 'oooh' as Level-One gets some ridiculous air-time off the shoulders of his partner, the big man spinning like a top as he comes down to catch Johnny Rebel with a wild twisting Neckbreaker.
Chase: THAT'S why he's the champion!
Harvey: He's the champion because he cheats? I must remember to take notes...
The referee is – for once – quick in his attempt to restore order, getting on L1's case from the instant he's back on his feet, arms out to either side and spitting venom on the floored Rebel. Lester pushes the ref's hand from his shoulder, taking his place back upon the apron as KJE drives a boot into Rebel's ribs and then bends to pick him up by his hair.
The crowd are jeering and booing, a fact she seems to revel in as she plants the big man with an STO, performing a leggy strut around his insensible form before she goes for the cover.
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Harvey: That was dangerously close. Rebel needs to make the tag to his partner.
Chase: Do you think he's together enough to find his Pokéball, Harv?
KJE rolls her eyes, getting to her feet and sparing brief argument with the referee. It's enough of an opening for Rebel to crawl toward his corner, getting up on the ropes as Amy Zing continues to plead for the tag. He glances at her, and then shrugs at the crowd; who oblige with a huge cheer for the North American champion.
He makes the tag.
Chase: Amy Zing, I choose you!
The Hong Kong Sensation comes in hot, covering the ring in an instant to catch KJE with a searing Leg Lariat, spinning back to her feet to follow up with a crazily low Flying Headscissors – Kaylyn on her knees when it's applied. Taking a second to hype up the already-smoking crowd, Amy hits the ropes to springboard off into a Phoenixsault pin!
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Unperturbed, Amy gets back to her feet and throws her arms in the air for another pop of the crowd, then immediately pointing toward Lester Only and beseeching them again. L1 looks decidely unimpressed at the roar, making a show of leaning forward against the ropes, biting off a few choice words for Zing as she motions toward him one last time.
Chase: He's the man everybody wants. Why would he want her, of all people?
Harvey: I think you and him are the only people here tonight who DON'T want this to happen, Johnny.
KJE has made her way to the corner now, eyeing the posturing Amy Zing as she reaches out to make the tag to Level-One. He looks like he's about to turn on his partner, just for an instant, and then with a pissed-off shrug he enters the ring. Zing goes at him immediately, going for a Spinning Crescent Kick that he casually blocks, forcing her back with the thrust of a forearm. The crowd stills somewhat, uncertainly, in the pause that follows-- in which Amy rounds up for another attempt, only to be abruptly cut off as Lester steps in and simply decks her with a right hand.
Chase: Wham!
Harvey: Certainly a message there, both to the fans and Amy Zing...
Chase: Don't forget Johnny Rebel!
Rebel is incensed on the apron, stamping his foot and motioning for his partner to get over there and make the tag; clearly not trusting her against Level-One. And with good reason, it seems. The World Heavyweight Champion takes his time to stalk around her, picking a few choice spots to lay his boot, eventually bending over and hoisting her right over his shoulders, starting to spin around...
Harvey: I can't believe this is going to work...
Chase: Hash Tag!? Believe it, Harv! That's the power of Level-One!
The crowd is going manic, alternately cheering out of desperation and frantically decrying L1's action. He makes one last rotation, plainly smirking in defiance of anything anyone else wants, and then goes to release his opponent...
Amy Zing whips herself out of it, getting her legs around Level-One's neck and whipping him down with a Flying Headscissors that sees him tumble facefirst toward the canvas.
It's all he can do to turn it into a recovery roll, briefly agape before he controls the expression, straightening up into a crouch with a hard stare at Amy Zing as she reaches her feet, smiling calmly in her triumph. The crowd go wild.
Harvey: A sensational turnaround from the Hong Kong Sensation, and the APW fans are firmly on her side here!
Chase: Yeah, but you know who Level-One's got on HIS side?
Suddenly, KJE comes flying off the turnbuckle, wiping Zing out with a Diving DDT that sees her immediately back to her feet, waving dismissively at the ref, taking her exit once her work is done. L1 starts a mock applause for his partner; one the crowd are none-too-eager to follow him in. Shrugging, he walks over to the floored Amy Zing and scoops her up again, only to be interrupted by yelling from the other side of the ring.
Johnny Rebel is trying to enter the ring, engaged in furious argument with the referee.
Level-One demonstrates how much he cares by presenting his middle finger to his former tag partner, then needlessly choking the Hong Kong Sensation for a few seconds before he slaps on a headlock and lifts her up for a Stalling Suplex. By the time she comes down, the ref has contained Rebel and is there to make the count on L1's floatover.
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Chase: Hey! He can't do that!
Seizing his moment, Johnny Rebel comes flying past the ref, sitting out into a low Dropkick that blasts L1 from Amy's prostrate form. Almost literally bouncing back to his feet, the burly brawler dives in with punches and forearms, taking the World Heavyweight Champion apart as he struggles to weather the storm.
Amy Zing gets back to her feet, clearly still dazed, as the referee works on separating the two big men.
L1 takes matters into his own hands, powering through to pick Johnny Rebel up and blast him with a Spinebuster before backing off, his arms raised to placate the ref and fixate his attention on the illegal man.
Harvey: For once, Level-One is in the right. Johnny Rebel needs to head back to his corner here.
Chase: L1 is right and Amy Zing is just stupid. She could be capitalizing on all this confusion!
Ever honorable, the Hong Kong Sensation remains in her own corner, waiting for order to be restored. Her gaze is intense, though, still fixed on Level-One who's only too happy to take his own sweet time to recover on the opposing side, exchanging a few whispered words with Kaylyn James Evans.
Harvey: Are they flirting on live television? Just shameful.
Chase: Oh, give it a rest! They're strategizing! Playing it smart!
Rebel finally takes his place back on the outside, leaving Zing and L1 to lock up as if for the first time, circling and teasing grapples several times before finally doing so. L1 quickly takes advantage, twisting out with a limb controlled, then taking Amy Zing down with an Arm Dragon Screw. She slaps the mat before getting back up, evading a second lock-up and instead scything at Lester's ankles with a sequence of low kicks. He backs off wisely, picking his moment--
And going in with a rushing forearm blow just as Amy Zing drops, spins and goes for a sweep!
Chase: Wow!
Thinking ludicrously fast, Level-One throws his momentum into a forward roll, tumbling over Amy's leg and coming up to meet her own rise, lifting one leg to catch her with a punt to the gut...
Only to find her going over the top, rotating in the opposite direction now to deliver a Spinning Heel Kick right to the skull. L1 is launched back toward the ropes, catching himself with his arms before he can tumble to the outside.
Amy Zing lands in a half-crouch, and instantly pounces again!
Harvey: What--
L1 meets her in the middle with a big-time Shoulder Block that sends her sprawling!
Harvey: --an incredible exchange!
Level-One makes the tag to Kaylyn, but remains in the ring, picking Amy Zing up and working her with a few short punches as his partner takes up a position on the other side. They exchange a nod, and then both turn away, launching into tandem backflips that see both score simultaneously with duelling Pelé Kicks!
Chase: THAT'S how you fly! And that's teamwork!
The Hong Kong Sensation is down hard, L1 lifting one of KJE's arms before the Perfect Ten goes for the cover.
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Harvey: It took all of her heart, all of her considerable resolve, to kick out of that one!
Chase: She can have all the heart and resolve she likes, but Amy Zing is not cut out for this level of competition.
Even with Level-One departed, Amy looks to be in trouble, picked up for a Backbreaker and a Spinning Sit-Out Spinebuster before Kaylyn James Evans once again goes for the pin, basking in the hatred of the fans as she spends a few moments gloating over the Hong Kong Sensation before actually making the cover.
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Suddenly, Kaylyn James Evans is in the air, grasped by her hair and her wrestling trunks by a scowling Johnny Rebel. There's an "oh HELL no" from the apron, L1 clearly about to enter the ring and intercede – something the ref is failing to do effectively – but this only turns his former tag partner toward him. With a mighty swing, Rebel sends KJE through the ropes like a MISSILE, blasting Level-One off the apron. Both tumble to the outside hard, a jabbing point of the finger from Rebel leading to a cutt-throat gesture as he towers above them. Amy Zing is busy recovering as he takes off at a run, hitting the ropes once, twice, a third time, and then, with all the momentum he's gained...
"HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!"
Harvey: A startling 'Plancha Suicida' from the big Johnny Rebel, wiping out both Level-One AND Kaylyn James Evans!
Rebel is back on his feet with a roar, steadfastly ignoring the crowd – who, in a reversal of the norm, are now chanting his name – to scoop up Level-One and annihilate him with a Gutwrench Powerbomb on the outside.
Chase: Oh, come on! The ref should do something about this!
Harvey: He is, Johnny, he's applying the count. But you can bet if their situations were reversed--
Chase: Oh, shut up, Harv, or I'll knock you out again!
Rebel picks up KJE now, egging on the crowd for a few seconds... then licking his lips and leaning in to plant a big ol' smooch on her disgusted lips, before rolling her back into the ring – where Amy Zing awaits.
The Hong Kong Sensation meets the Perfect Ten with a Superkick, immediately going for the cover.
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Harvey: She's out by a whisker. You can tell the crowd here believed that could've been it...
Both women are back on their feet, KJE looking rattled but determined to slug it out as she goes to trading blows with Amy Zing. Back and forth they go, KJE with forearms and punches and even a rake to the eyes, Zing responding with more of her trademark kicks – but after the eye-rake, she manages to have the last laugh, scoring with a desperate-but-effective Front Dropkick that plows her opponent backfirst into the turnbuckle. Running in, she flips herself up into a handstand... and the crowd pops huge as she drives both knees into the Perfect Ten's enviable chest.
Harvey: Nihao Kaylyn!
Kaylyn James Evans is clearly winded as she pushes herself forward, stumbling toward the middle of the ring following the crushing blow. Amy is swift to follow, looking to tie her up and take her down with a complex pinning manuever, but KJE fights back; all the way back, in fact, shoving Amy toward the same corner and then pouncing with a flurry of wild punches that drive her first into the turnbuckle and then down. Pausing only briefly for breath, KJE dashes along the ropes, mounts the next turnbuckle over and then comes back in for a Running Face Wash!
Chase: In the FACE!
She follows up, raking the laces of her boots across Amy Zing's face as the crowd boo and jeer. But they don't reach fever pitch until someone else enters the fray, scrambling up onto the post with arms flung out to receive the appreciation – or disdain – of the sold-out Athens crowd.
Harvey: It seems that Level-One was down, but not out!
KJE backs off, fixing her hair and smirking in a well-played attempt to hide the damage done to her, as Lester takes to the air. Flipping into what seems – at first – a forward somersault, he reverses his position in mid-air and comes down instead with both knees aimed toward the grounded Amy Zing, guiding himself with a hand on the ropes to either side.
Chase: Nihao Amy! I love it!
Harvey: But lest we forget, there is a fourth person in this matchup, Johnny...
On cue, Johnny Rebel charges in from behind, grabbing Kaylyn James Evans in a waistlock and then simply tossing her behind him – there's no technique beyond sheer, bullish strength, but the crowd laps it up anyway, even as he scowls at the fact. After putting KJE quite literally behind him, Rebel throws himself at Level-One with a wild clothesline, taking the World Heavyweight Champion clean over the top rope; and himself with him.
Harvey: Both men have spilled to the outside, after a reckless charge by Johnny Rebel. Amy Zing and Kaylyn James Evans remain the legal competitors in that ring!
Amy is back on her feet, shaking out the cobwebs as KJE does the same; albeit rather more slowly after taking her own body weight across her neck and the back of her skull. They come together in sloppy fashion, forced into a lock-up through an inability for either to find anything more immediate.
It's KJE who comes out better, seizing a double wristlock, slamming a foot into Amy's gut and then taking her over with a rather excellent – and improvized – Wristclutch Suplex, floating over for a pin attempt.
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Harvey: She didn't have the leg hooked – that could have been a three-count, folks.
Both are back to their feet quickly, and closely matched, locking up again and going into a fluid exchange of hold and counter-hold – throwing in strikes where they can, but sticking primarily to various locks and pinning combinations, just attempting to control one another long enough to seize another chance at the win.
On the outside, Rebel and L1 are brawling back and forth, trading punches and forearms, kicks and even the occasional headbutt as they stagger about the apron. The crowd isn't sure where to look; at the (slightly) more technical display by the two women inside the ring, or at the two brutal heels outside. It becomes a touch more certain as Level-One gains the upper hand and nails a couple of uppercuts before seizing onto Rebel's arms and getting him into a familiar predicament.
Chase: Don't look now, Harv, but I see a Level Advance on the outside!
Spinning out and hefting his former partner, L1 wrenches him toward the ring steps before driving him savagely downward, unable to stop from crying out as he does so; the impact is HUGE, causing the two women in the ring to halt their latest lock-up and mutually stare toward their partners.
Harvey: Oh my goodness, Johnny Rebel is busted open and lying in a pool of his own blood!
L1 is up to his feet with fists in the air, basking in the enormous crowd reaction – alternately screaming, booing and simply utterly shocked – and it's a moment that KJE uses to show her predatory edge, whipping Amy Zing's arm, slamming a forearm into her throat and then twisting her arms behind her in a crisply-applied Full Nelson.
Chase: She escaped this before, but there's no way out now! The KY Bomb!
The Hong Kong Sensation is planted firmly to the canvas, much to the grinning pleasure of Level-One on the outside, now leaning against the apron to smugly watch as the Perfect Ten rolls Amy up – hooking the leg – for the pin.
Harvey: This looks bad for Amy Zing, but she's beaten Kaylyn Evans twice...
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Harvey: Amy Zing kicked out! Amy Zing has kicked out of the KY Bomb!
Chase: Oh, you have got to be shitting me...
The Hong Kong Sensation not only gets her shoulder up, but reverses the pin, bundling a shocked Kaylyn James Evans into the tiniest ball she can and putting her full weight upon her, punching the air in time with the ref--
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KJE throws Amy Zing off, then goes lunging after her with stomps and an elbow drop that catches her across the throat. As the Chinese woman chokes, she's about to go for the pin again when--
Harvey: It just goes to show...
A brawny arm strikes her across the back of the neck, plowing her facefirst into the canvas.
Harvey: You can never count out a man like Johnny Rebel.
Rebel stands over KJE for just a moment, before he's in turn struck from behind by Level-One, the World Heavyweight Champion showing utter fury as he tackles his bloody former tag partner to the ground and mounts his back, driving in some wicked elbows. Amy Zing is meanwhile back on her feet, glancing rapidly around, then darting forward to take L1 down with a low-angled Neckbreaker, hauling him off Rebel in the process.
With KJE still down, Rebel wisely retreats to his corner, allowing Zing to bound up and make the tag to him before Kaylyn James Evans can reach her once more, taking her down with a Spear-- only to be met by the re-entering Rebel, grinning through his crimson mask as he floors her with a massive Headbutt!
Chase: Okay, this is kinda cool...
Harvey: He may be low-down and dirty, but Johnny Rebel is fighting like a born champion here.
Level-One is back on his feet, storming Johnny Rebel with a series of flying forearms that back his old ally into the ropes but don't quite floor him; Rebel is a man possessed, roaring before he folds L1 into two halves with a hell of a comeback Lariat, kicking him beneath the bottom rope out of the ring, then turning back to Kaylyn James Evans.
Hoisting her halfway off the ground, he thrusts her pretty head between his thighs.
Chase: W-Woah! I can't say I wouldn't have...
Harvey: Johnny Rebel is looking for the Putdown, but Kaylyn is fighting it!
Screaming, KJE flails at her opponent's legs and lower torso, trying to wrench herself free-- but Rebel will not be undone, backing her into the centre of the ring and clamping down until she quits moving long enough to leave his feet...
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And drop her to the canvas with brutal authority.
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Winners: Johnny Rebel & Amy Zing The victor’s celebration is cut short, as everybody’s attention is directed to the top of the ramp where three figures wearing bullet proof vests, black ski masks and sporting horrendous jailhouse tattoos step out from the back wielding sledge hammers. Harvey: Wait, a second what the hell is going on here!?The three mercenary figures look at each and nod their heads before they begin to march in unison towards the ring. Inside the ring, Felipe has aided Johnny Rebel and they both demand Amy Zing exit the ring which she obliges and takes off into the crowd. Meanwhile, Level-One spots the three men and tells Kaylyn Evans to do the same but she refuses to oblige. The two bicker back and forth, while the three mercenaries continue to casually make their way into the ring. Chase: Who the hell are these guys and what in the world do they have planned for our great APW world champion and his beautiful companion!?Harvey: I can't imagine they're out here to play tiddlywinks, they look like they have got their eyes locked on Level-One! That rotten bastard Johnny Rebel must have set both of them up!Felipe DeLorean shoves Johnny Rebel into a nearby turnbuckle and presses his back up against his chest protecting his greatest investment with the life of his own all the while he cries out loud in desperation begging for the three Mercs to spare him. Fortunately for them, the mercs zero in on Level-One and Kaylyn James Evans creating a semi-circle around them cutting off the ring. Harvey: Uh, Oh!Chase: I don't know about you Johnny, but it doesn't look like Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean are a part of this. After all, they did declare that the Sindicate was unified once again! Harvey: How can you be so naive!? Level-One wanted no part of Felipe's Sindicate and both Felipe and Johnny know that! They have too!Level-One grits his teeth and rather than wait to be assaulted, he rushes in for the attack only to be nailed in the sternum with the sledge hammer! Despite his reputation, the champ’s assault garners some sympathy groans from the crowd! Harvey: Jesus Christ! One shot with that sledge hammer has brought the champion to his knees.Chase: Come on, somebodies got to do something!Kaylyn Evans tries to step forward but one of the mercs holds the sledge hammer out pointed right at her face holding her at bay. The other two look down at Level-One who is on all fours grasping for air. A merc steps forward and lifts the sledge hammer high over his head, ready to bring it down upon the skull of the champion... Harvey: Please, no! Not like this!However, Felipe DeLorean springs into action and grabs the end of the sledge hammer bringing the Merc down onto the mat! The second merc rushes forward for a clothesline but Felipe DeLorean ducks underneath and runs right into a clothesline from Johnny Rebel! The third merc turns his attention away from Kaylyn Evans and towards Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean. However, he doesn't attack - instead the merc shrugs his shoulders as if he's confused and looking for some answers. Harvey: It looks like one of these mercenary jackasses are confused - I don't think they expected to get any resistance from these two.Chase: Wait, something just isn't adding up right now! This stinks to high heaven!Once The Merc realizes what is occurring, he becomes absolutely livid and howls Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean in a curse filled rage. However, he's soon cut off as Level-One is back up to his feet, spins him around and saddles him up for a huge ring rattling spine buster! Harvey: All hell has broken lose here, somebody stop this madness!With the last mercenary down, the APW world champion is back to his feet and Felipe DeLorean looks as if he's floating on cloud nine, clapping his hands wildly before pointing to Level-One and Kaylyn James Evans approvingly. He then grabs Johnny Rebel's hand and then Level-One's and lifts both of their arms high above their head right in the center of the ring! Harvey: Wait a minute, they aren't... no... they can't be! No, goddamn it! No!Chase: Yes, yes, yes!Before the fans can even soak the dread vision of a united Sindicate into their heads, Level-One defiantly pulls away from Felipe DeLorean and Johnny Rebel and grabs Kaylyn Evans hand instead, dragging her along with him as the tow of them eagerly exits the ring. This action garners a fairly positive reception of the crowd in Greece. Harvey: Crisis averted, folks! Chase: Why are you so against the idea of a united Sindicate under the helm of Felipe DeLorean, Harvey!? With all due respect to Level-One, he would be out of commission if it wasn't for Felipe and Johnny Rebel saving his butt! I don't get it!Harvey: Wait, weren't you the one who was saying this entire thing was suspicious from the get go!?Chase: Yeah, and what's your point!? It's clear there is some force out there that tried to stop a united Sindicate here tonight and despite those forces being triumphed, they still remain divided! It's a damn shame, I tell ya!Felipe DeLorean and Johnny Rebel feel slighted by Level-One as their wild grins slowly fade into bitter scowls. Felipe DeLorean loses his cool and begins to kick at the ring ropes while Johnny Rebel shakes his head back and forth disapprovingly. At the top of the ramp, the LeWinter sisters emerge from behind the curtains to intercept their friends and to survey the scene first hand. Harvey: Well, I bet those two are regretting they helped Level-One out here tonight. Though, there are still many answers. Who were those mercenaries and who hired them to take out Level-One, tonight?Chase: I don't know but I'll tell you one thing for sure, the Synndicate will do what they need to do to get to the bottom of this. This story is far from over, Harvey.Harvey: If Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean have anything to say about it, you're probably right! That's all for tonight folks, see you next week on Thursday Night Overdrive as we approach the mid-way point on the road to one night in hell!The Synndicate engages in an intense stare down with Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean from across ramp until the scene fades out and the APW logo flashes across the screen signaling the end to another episode of Thursday Night Overdrive.
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