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Post by President Jeff on Sept 19, 2013 20:41:34 GMT -4
A large van door slides open bleeding sunlight into the camera's off focused view. Inside the van there is a fair bit of commotion with muffled cries being suffocated by a pound of duct tape sealing their mouth shut. Eerily, the sound of human flesh collapsing against the hard concrete was heard at least three times over the span of ten seconds and then the haul of the van door being shut again. And that was before the voices! ''You three were very bad boys last week...''Calmly, the LeWinter sisters stepped into view wearing a matching set of long sleeve shirts from the neck on down. Below, they sported black skirts that crept just short of their knees with a chained belt around their waist sporting the elbem of their budding empire. One by one, the ladies lined the three large men up and brought them to their knees with the forceful kicks to their respective joints and minor ligaments. Violet LeWinter: Last week, you guys were responsible for an attack on the Synndicate empire. While you were technically not very successful in your folly your acts of physical warfare are noted and we are not at liberty to differentiate the severity of your actions.Kia LeWinter dropped down to one knee in front of one of the masked mercs and wrapped her hand around the back of his head seductively. Kia LeWinter: In so many words boys, you're all knee deep in shit. As far as we're concerned, you're a bigger enemy than Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean are and so, we'll be treating you as such.Kia Lewinter stood up, perky as ever as she stepped off screen to retrieve something. Violet LeWinter: Of course, I am always open to acts of diplomacy. Unfortunately, I'm not quite sure what terms of agreement we could possibly come too. You are mercenaries - hired gun and you couldn't even do your jobs properly. How can we name a price if you three are essentially worth nothing?Violet sprung forward and slapped one of the mercs looking away from her across the face. Violet LeWinter: Well, now that I have your attention - I'm sure there is something you can provide us with. Kia LeWinter: Information.Kia LeWinter returns with a Picana, giggling in the process. Kia LeWinter: We know the attack on Level-One last week wasn't of your own will. We know who you three are and your nobody important. None of you are active competitors, you all come from middle class families and two of you have wives and kids. They're all so - adorable - by the way...Violet LeWinter: We would like to make this thing easier on you three. So, come on. Bite. We want to know who put you three up to this?The three men remain silent as the battery is charged up and Kia LeWinter grabs the picana. Violet LeWinter: Hmm, the right to remain silent. Cute, but merely just a formality.Without hesitation, Kia LeWinter springs forward and thrusts the Picana into the chest of the first merc. He cries out in pain as his body pulsates violently, he's given another opportunity to reveal information but he opts out for a knee to the face instead. Kia LeWinter: Looks like we're moving on down the line.Violet LeWinter: For shame, you know how I feel about the middle men. They can be so annoying.Violet LeWinter winks at the second merc before she falls to a single knee. The merc doesn't look up at her, instead he keeps his eyes down on the concrete floor. She doesn't saying anything and simply shrugs her shoulders, remorsefully. Violet LeWinter: Time's up.Kia LeWinter shoves the Picana into the neck of the second merc and falls on top of him to continue the violent assault. She maintains her hold, as Violet falls to her knee beside the final merc. She doesn't say a word before she rips off the ductape off his mouth. Merc: Please, I'll tell you anything you want to know!Violet LeWinter: I know.Violet smiles. Violet LeWinter: So, who put you up to this? We want names. Was it Terry Marvin? Some old hack from the EWC baring an old grudge? Kia interupts. Kia LeWinter: The blackhand, the black hand put you up to this - didn't they!?The merc shook his head side to side defiantly, as Kia LeWinter readied her Picana for him too but was stopped by the hand of her own sister. Merc: The Sindicate, I was hired by the Sindicate! Felipe DeLorean, he contacted me last week and said he'd pay us ten grand each to take out Level-One. It sounded like easy money to us so of course we were in.The news seemed to come to a shock to Violet LeWinter, who raised her eyebrow in light of the intel. Violet LeWinter: Wait, why would Felipe DeLorean hire you? I thought he wanted to reform the Sindicate, I thought he was trying to work with us not against us.Kia LeWinter: If you're pulling our leg, I swear I am going to...The Merc put up his hands in protest begging the LeWinter sisters to hear him out and take his word for it. Merc: No, please. I swear. Felipe, he told us that Level-One's blood is what he was looking for but he was lying, well - sort of! You see, that son of a bitch... that son of a bitch double crossed all of us! I know I signed a confidential agreement but that motherfucker can keep the money, I just want out of this!Violet and Kia LeWinter exchanged glances, as they both nodded their head side to side. Suddenly, it all made sense to the both of them. Violet LeWinter: He's telling the truth.Kia LeWinter: It was an inside job. God damn it!Violet LeWinter: Felipe DeLorean, that slimy bastard. He needed a reason and a means to create his wet dream of a united Sindicate and what better way to do that then to develop an imagined threat he and Johnny Rebel could grand stand and save us all from...Fustrated at the mere notion of being dupped Kia LeWinter tossed the smoking picana across the street and cursed under her breath. Kia LeWinter: I can't believe I didn't sniff this one out sooner. Shit, I really didn't think Felipe DeLorean would stoop to these lows but I guess I should have known better after he went dumpster diving to the depths of hell to find Johnny Rebel...Violet LeWinter: So, what do you think we should do with these three stooges?Kia LeWinter looked at the three men with disgust, shook her shoulders and couldn't seem to care any less but if their fate was left up to her, it's hard to imagine it would be a fate that was too kind. Kia LeWinter: Heh, I'm sure we'll figure something out.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. Harvey: We have a full show tonight, so lets not waste any more time and go right to the ring
Overdrive comes back on the air with Tatsu Kobashi Okimoto already in the ring Paige: The following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall. In the ring, from Japan. He is Tatsu Kobashi Okimoto!"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: 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. Harvey: Brian had a rough night last week. Tonight he’s looking to make up for it. “Cult of Personality” hits on the PA system, much to the delight of the capacity crowd. Nathaniel Havok makes his way out to the entrance ramp, extremely hyped and ready to go. He throws his arms in the air as pyro goes off around him, before walking down the ramp, slapping the hands of fans on his way down. Paige: And the last competitor, from Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at 242 pounds, he is Nathaniel HAVOK! He slides into the ring and pops up gracefully off the mat, hitting the far right turnbuckle to pose for the crowd. He hops down and stands in the corner, as his music fades out. Chase: This rivalry between Havok and Johnson is recent weeks has been getting out of hand. I wouldn’t be surprised if Johnson is watching this match closelyTriple Threat Match
Nathaniel Havok Vs Brian Hollywood Vs Tatsu Kobashi Okimoto
As soon as the bell rings, Nathaniel Havok and Brian Hollywood go right after the man in the middle in Tatsu Okimoto double Irish whipping him towards the ropes. The velocity behind the maneuver sends the Japanese star stomach first over the top turn buckle sending him crashing back first onto the outside apron with a sickening thud. Nathaniel Havok dusts off his hands as he begins to square up with Brian Hollywood.
Harvey: This maybe a triple threat match but it looks like these two want to square up with each other showing little respect for the new guy.
Chase: After seeing Brian Hollywood in action last week – this is the last thing Brian Hollywood wants he has nothing for a former APW world champion.
The bigger Nathaniel Havok gets the upper hand as he slips Hollywood into a side head lock. Brian Hollywood tries to shove his way out of the school yard maneuver but intelligently Nathaniel Havok drops a single forcing Brian Hollywood down with him. In no mood to play a technical game, Brian is quick to get back to his feet forcing Nathaniel Havok to follow him up. Havok tries to hip toss him into the mat but Brian Hollywood counters with a back body drop… but havok lands squarely on his feet and plants Brian Hollywood down with a German suplex instead!
Harvey: A good string of counters there but no surprise to see Nathaniel Havok get the better of it, as experience is surely a factor here.
Chase: Not to mention, Brian Hollywood sucks. He’s a stupid little jobber!
Harvey: Oh no, not this again.
Nathaniel Havok grins ear to ear however he doesn’t see Okimoto climbing back into the ring behind him! Okimoto springs to the top rope turn buckle waiting for his time to shine and once Nathaniel Havok turns around he gets it as he comes flying off the top rope but Nathaniel Havok catches him into a straight power bomb position and PLANTS him to the mat hard! Okimoto rolls under the nearby bottom rope and collapses to the outside once again.
‘’APW, APW, APW!’’
Harvey: Jesus Christ, Nathaniel Havok could have just broken Okimoto’s back right there. What a vicious maneuver!
Chase: At least he’s smart enough to avoid the pin.
Brian Hollywood is back up to his feet and nails Nathaniel Havok with a round house kick to the face as he’s caught admiring his work too long. The former world champ is quick to get back to his feet and tries to respond with a clothesline but Brian Hollywood sweeps under for a quick and swift Side effect planting Nathaniel Havok to the canvas.
Harvey: It looks like Brian Hollywood is having a better night than he did last week.
Chase: He was physically dismantled by Joseph Johnson pillar to post; I’m surprised the guy didn’t retire!
Brian Hollywood crouches down low measuring Nathaniel Havok up. Once he is, Brian Hollywood runs right past Nathaniel Havok bounces off the ropes and then comes charging right back towards him nearly taking him out of his boots with a HUGE spear! The crowd stirs in excitement, as Brian Hollywood follows through with a pin.
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Harvey: Brian Hollywood shows he knows a little bit about physics as he charged up on that spear like none other, he clearly has his head in the game right now.
Chase: Oh come on, I can’t believe he thought he could beat Nathaniel Havok with that. Not everyone loses to a basic wrestling maneuver, Brian!
Brian Hollywood doesn’t sulk at the two count and merely sticks with it as he gets back to his feet and parks himself into a nearby turnbuckle. Foot to the canvas, he tunes up the band so to speak as the fans dare Nathaniel Havok to get up to his feet with every click. His foot hits the mat faster and Nathaniel Havok in a daze pulls himself up to a vertical base and then boom… Brian Hollywood hauls across the ring and delivers a huge executive promise but Nathaniel Havok side steps just in time
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Down goes Okimoto like a shithouse with bad bricks.
Harvey: Okimoto was trying to get back into this mat but was just nailed with a huge executive promise, by accident!
Chase: Well, he’s lying on the outside canvas once again seeing starts. Tonight is just not his night.
Brian Hollywood turns around and is hit by a desperate chin kick to the face of Nathaniel Havok that has his eyes roll into the back off his head, as Nathaniel Havok collapses down on top of him.
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Harvey: Nathaniel Havok tried to tuck Brian Hollywood away for the three count but it just isn’t enough.
Chase: Whatever, Nathaniel Havok has this match pretty much in the bag now. All that did was delay the inevitable.
Nathaniel Havok has a few choice words for the referee before he drags Brian Hollywood up to his feet and then plants him down to the canvas with a beautiful FBD headlock driver! The impact is devastating, as Nathaniel Havok rests on his and admires his work. However, before he scores a pin fall, ‘’Yesterday’’ by Staind hits the PA system as Joseph Johnson steps out from behind the curtain.
Harvey: It looks like we have a visitor!
Joseph Johnson simply stands at the top of the ramp but it’s all he needs to do to get under Nathaniel Havok’s skin. It seems like pinning Brian Hollywood is the last thing on his mind, as a beat up Okimoto rolls under the bottom rope behind Nathaniel Havok!
Harvey: Tatsu Okimoto, he’s back in this thing but Nathaniel Havok has no idea!
Tatsu Okimoto nails Nathaniel Havok right to the temple with a devastating buzz saw kick to the head, causing Nathaniel to fold over with his face to the mat. Joseph Johnson laughs hysterically, as Brian Hollywood gets to his knees and Okimoto goes for a second buzz saw kick only this time Brian Hollywood sneaks underneath it and rolls up Okimoto.
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Winner: Brian Hollywood Harvey: And Brian Hollywood does it, Brian Hollywood sneaks out with the victory against Nathaniel Havok and Tatsu Okimoto! It wasn’t fancy but he’s on the right path again!Chase: This is a goddamned upset if I ever seen one! Harvey: It looks like you’re in league for another apology, this time to Brian Hollywood!Chase: Okay, I apologize for insinuating that Brian Hollywood is a… is a… jobber. I’m sorry! But how about that Tatsu Okimoto character?Harvey: Oh, don’t start…Chase: But he’s 0 for 2, Harvey! He sucks!APW Overdrive cuts backstage, where Cindy Shannon is standing in the interview area. Security guards can be seen flanking her on either side. Cindy: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Biggs!The fans pop as Biggs walks into frame, and points his thumb back at the guard behind him. Biggs: I see you got a little bit of protection after what went down two weeks ago. Good to see the higher ups are taking care of you, Cindy.A smile comes across Cindy's face, but she keeps her professional demeanor. Cindy: I'm glad too, but we're not here to talk about me or these security guards, we're here to discuss your match with Tommy Knox here tonight.Biggs: Well, the way I see it, when C.J. Gates and I defeated Tommy Knox and Niobe Martin last week, that was just one fight in this long war that I'm embroiled in with The Black Hand. Now I know exactly why they've been targeting me, I know why Michael Jennings has tried to let the dogs loose on me, and it's simple, Cindy, it's because the members of The Black Hand are trying to make their names at my expense. They know that the quickest way to make an impact in this sport is to go for somebody who happens to have some name recognition, and try to take them out, thus becoming a bigger star in the process.
Now unfortunately for the Black Hand, they're going about this whole thing completely wrong. I mean first off, this tactic of trying to elevate yourself by taking out one of the baddest dudes in the room usually only works if it's not so obvious that you're staking the deck against the bad dude that you're trying to take out. It really works a lot better if the odds aren't in your favor. Now considering that there's four members of The Black Hand on Overdrive to the one me, well, let's just say it's expected that they should be able to overwhelm me and beat me down like they did a couple of weeks ago. The fact of the matter is that any time that they haven't had a four-on-one advantage on me, they've turned tail and run. After all, when it was me versus Michael Jennings one-on-one at Shockwave, I put him in his place. When C.J. And I teamed up last week, we defeated Knox and Martin. And even after the match, even though they would have had a four-on-two advantage, C.J. Gates and I were able to get out of dodge, which tells me that they really weren't trying that hard to get us. Believe me, when you've got the four-on-two advantage, there's no reason why they couldn't have surrounded us and overwhelmed the two of us.
It just further proves my point that The Black Hand is a bunch of cowards. Michael Jennings, Niobe Martin, Chris Madison, Stefan Raab, and Tommy Knox, all five of them are yellow-bellied cowards. They're all big buttheads as well, but that's another thing entirely.
That's why I'm not afraid of them. That's why I'm willing to do what I can in order to fight them, and prove to them that they cannot bully their way into big time matches, they can't make themselves into stars through sheer brute force and geurilla tactics! If they want to be big time players here in APW, they need to do it the same way everyone else has, and that's by winning matches! So Black Hand, I know you're watching this, I know that you all want to kick my butt from here to next Sunday. I'm telling you right now that you do not intimidate me! Even if I have to fight this war all by myself, there is nothing that you can do that will stop me from exposing you all to be the frauds that you are! Once I leave this interview area, I know that there's a target on my head, that you dirty, stinky, filthy hippies will be gunning for me! I say bring it on, buttheads! I'll be waiting for you!The fans pop once more as C.J. Gates walks into frame. He gives his friend Biggs a pat on the back to let him know that he's there. Biggs gives him a friendly nod in return as Cindy pulls the mic back to talk to C.J. Cindy: Lately, C.J., you've been pulled into this little war.C.J. Gates: I wouldn't say I've been pulled into it. Seeing what I've been seeing, watching the Black Hand attack anyone they want to in APW just because they think they can. Attacking Biggs because he tried to stand up to them. I just couldn't sit back and let my best friend get attaked week in and week out. Ever since we've put aside our difference and become friends, he's had my back. I'm definitely going to have his back.Biggs: I really appreciate that, man.Cindy: So you're throwing your name into this fight?C.J. Gates: I'm throwing my name into this fight. Last week, the Black Hand decided to make this about more then just Biggs during and after that tag team match. They brought me in with their actions, and I am going to do all that I can to help Biggs deliver a little bit of justice to the Black Hand. If they want to play games with us, then they better be prepared for what we've got coming next. Cindy: Aren't you worried that the Black Hand could severely hurt you?Gates looks at Biggs and smiles. C.J. Gates: Am I worried? Sure I'm worried, but I've been through a lot in my time in APW and I've always walked out on the other side. When Biggs and I were waging war on one another, he put me through hell, yet I always got up, brushed myself off, and kept fighting. Level One put me through hell at Shockwave, but I'm still standing. I'm still wanting to fight. So really, there's nothing that the Black Hand could do to me that I haven't already seen, and certainly nothing that would keep me from competing.Biggs: Ceej, with you stepping up like this, I know that The Black Hand is already shaking in their boots! It's still uneven odds, but if there's anyone here on Overdrive that can take on The Black Hand, it's the Space Cowboys!Biggs gives C.J. Gates a high-five, and the two men walk off confidently. Cindy turns back to the camera. Cindy: We'll see Biggs take on Tommy Knox later tonight, and C.J. Gates versus Niobe Martin on the other side of this commercial break! |
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Post by President Jeff on Sept 19, 2013 20:49:04 GMT -4
Harvey: Ladies and Gentlemen, up next the war between the Space Cowboys and the Black Hand wages on!Chase: This may just be the biggest match in Niobe's singles career!Harvey: I'd have to agree partner. Just last month C.J. Gates was challenging Level-One. If Niobe can pin Gates that may be the upset of the year!Chase: And with the Black hand surely to be nearby it could be a distinct possibility!Harvey: Only time will tell. Lets go to Nicky Paige who's at ringside for the introduction.The camera crew cuts from the announce table to Nicky Paige who's standing near the time keepers table. Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. First, making her way to the ring, weighing in at 125 lbs, from Los Angeles, California, NIOBE "NIGHTMARE" MARTIN!!!As the opening of the song starts to play, the video flashes on the tron of a camera panning up a grassy hill at night slowly until it gets to the top, panning from left to right, lightning flashing in the sky as the opening guitar rift plays. Niobe appears on the hilltop, standing with her legs shoulder width apart, arms down at her sides as she slowly makes her way down the hill before breaking into a run just as the beginning lyrics play... 'Nightmare! Now your nightmare comes to life...' Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides. 'Dragged you down below Down to the devils show To be his guest forever Peace of mind is less than never..' As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, a smirk on her face as she sneers at the crow as she passes before sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, glaring at the crowd with a frown. Paige: And her opponent, from Fargo, North Dakota, weighing in at 215 lbs, C.J. GATES!!!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 "Go Big or Go Home" T-shirt. 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. Harvey: And now we begin the uphill battle for Niobe!Chase: You never know...Instantaneous with Johnny Chase finishing that last sentence "Viking Death March" by Billy Talent cuts through the PA system drawing everyone's attention to the entranceway. Being peppered with boos, Chris Madison steps out from the backstage area in street clothes with a grin on his face. Harvey: This is supposed to be a one on one! What the hell is he doing out here.Chase: I don't know, why don't you ask him.Niobe smiles and looks far more confident than just a mere moments ago while circling the ring prior to Madison's entrance. Gates looks confused and is talking to the ref as Madison circles the outside of the ring, never taking his eyes off C.J. Chris makes his way over to the announce table and takes a seat next to Johnny Chase. Harvey: I guess we're being joined on commentary by Chris Madison!Madison: Johnny do me a favor, don't move. You're the only thing preventing me from smacking some sense into your broadcast partner.Chase: Might be well deserved!Harvey: Sell out...Umm, you realize you weren't scheduled to be out here.Madison: I'm out here to make sure Niobe gets a fair shake. Biggs is unpredictable. You never know when he's going to just come down to the ring and interfere with Black Hand business. He's got a real hard on for us...Harvey: Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black.Chase: Guys the match is about to begin...One on One
Niobe "Nightmare" Martin vs. C.J. Gates
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The two competitors circle each other in the ring once again, this time Gates keeps checking over his shoulder for Madison's whereabouts. Niobe takes advantage of C.J.'s wandering attention and charges with a knee to the gut. The blow momentarily doubles Gates over. Niobe bounces off the ropes, this time connecting with a knee lift that drops CJ to his back. As Gates hits the ground Niobe has already rebounded off the ropes again and drops a leg across his chest!
Chase: Fast paced action to start this match off!
Harvey: Martin is taking full advantage of the distraction by Madison early in this matchup.
Madison: You know I resent that! I've done nothing to effect this match. It's not my fault CJ is paying attention to me out here instead of his opponent.
Gates rolls to all fours and rises to his feet. He and Niobe lock up in a test of strength as they clasp hands, pushing and pulling one another. CJ takes advantage of his seldom size advantage and sweeps her legs out from under her while pinning her arms to the ground. Niobe quickly bridges her body to avoid being counted down while CJ keeps the hands clasped. Niobe drops her back and plants her feet on CJ's midsection before tossing him over with a monkey flip. The control is maintained throughout the flip and both stars climb to their feet. CJ uses his size again forcing Niobe to her knees. She drives her head forward like a battering ram into his midsection breaking free. Niobe charges CJ who leap frogs her full speed sprint. He turns to lock onto her position and is immediately met by a springboard hurricanrana that sends him through the ropes and to the ring floor!
Harvey: What a series of moves there. Niobe may have the speed edge. Every time Gates turns around, Martin is there with a move.
Chase: She's hungry Harvey. You could tell she wants this win.
Madison: Of course she does. A win over someone with the accolades of CJ Gates give you instant credibility!
Niobe bends over and places her hands on her knees, watching Gates's movements. Once standing, Niobe charges him and dives through the ropes leading with her forearm, connecting with a suicide dive on Gates! Both wrestlers are rolling around on the arena floor, wincing in pain. The ref climbs out to check on both of them. Niobe waves him off and is the first to their feet. She lifts Gates up and grabs around his waist, driving him backwards into ring apron! She rolls him forward back to the arena floor and climbs up onto the apron. Completely disregarding the refs warnings she waits until CJ uses the security railing to pull himself up and delivers a flying clothesline from the apron! Madison stands at the announce table and applauds.
Madison: Bravo! Bravo! I don't think Gates expected this much of a challenge from Niobe! Upset special?
Harvey: As much as it pains me I must agree...
Chase: Now we're all starting to get along!
Niobe stands tall much to the dismay off the APW fan base in Stockholm. She lifts CJ up and rolls him into the ring. Niobe climbs to the apron and engages in some back and forth trash talk with the fans, momentarily taking her eyes off CJ Gates. She spins back to her opponent just in time, catching him trying to drive his shoulder into her stomach. She counters by flipping over the top rope and rolling him backwards with a sunset flip. The ref slides in for the cover...
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Harvey: And she almost just stole one right there!
Chase: That kick might have been enough to turn it around.
Madison: Listen Harvey, on any given night anything can happen. I wouldn't expect you to understand seeing as the most athletic thing you do is lifting the television remote to change the channel.
Both Megastars get up and Niobe goes for a clothesline, which CJ ducks and hits Niobe with a dropsault. The crowd cheer’s and Niobe gets up and CJ Irish whips her into the corner. CJ runs and catches Niobe with a clothesline. CJ goes to throw her into the opposite corner, but Niobe reverses it. CJ runs up the corner and comes off with the Whisper in the Wind, landing ontop of Niobe for the cover
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CJ is up and is measuring Niobe up. She gets to her feet, CJ kicks her, hooks her arms and plants her with a double arm DDT!
Harvey: The Stamp of Approval!
Chase: This could be it.
CJ pulls Niobe close to the corner and heads to the top rope.
Madison: I’ll be right back
Harvey: Where are you going?
Madison throws down his headset and jumps up on the ring apron, next to CJ who is standing on the top rope. Madison grabs CJ’s leg and CJ tries kicking him off and finally he does, sending Madison to the floor. Niobe is still on the mat and CJ reposition himself on the top rope and comes off with the Corkscrew Somersault into a Senton Bomb, and Niobe moves and CJ hits the mat hard. Niobe grabs CJ around the waist from behind and brings him chest first into the corner and rolls him up in a school boy and puts her feet on the ropes
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Winner: Niobe Martin Niobe’s music hits as she rolls out of the ring and begins celebrating with Madison. Harvey: Those two just stole that win from CJ!Chase: What a huge win for Niobe, defeating a former Undisputed Champion!CJ is up in the ring, unsure of how he just lost. Niobe and Madison celebrate up the ramp as we go to commercial.
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Post by President Jeff on Sept 19, 2013 20:50:28 GMT -4
Harvey: We're back from commercial break, and our next match promises to be something good.Chase: I can agree with you there. It's Leon Roberts versus Mad Mumf. Both challengers in recent weeks to our guest, the Xtreme champion, A.C. Smith.A.C.: Yeah, and both fell like the rest of them.Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first. From Toronto Ontario Canada. Weighing in at 275 pounds. Leon 'The Virus' Roberts!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. Yeah
Run and kill (yeah)
Destroy the will (yeah)
A hero that doesn't exist
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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, before handing Leon a mic. The entire crowd cheers loudly A.C.: I wonder what this hot head has to say.Leon: Last week's failure helped me realize exactly what's been going on. Why I keep losing. Because inspite of me being the embodiment of chaos, it has only been me who's been defeating me. A.C.: And here we go.Leon: SHUT THE *censored* UP SMITH!The entire crowd suddenly goes hush in shock, that somebody actually said that. But they shouldn't be that surprised when it comes to Leon. Leon leons over the ropes, looking directly at A.C. Smith, with a look that could kill. Leon: Officially you did get the pinfall over me at Shockwave. But that was only because I was toying around with you. Do you really think you can take on the embodiment of chaos, and come away without repercussions? You haven't seen a *censored* thing yet! Do You really think that somebody like you, who is a half assed former representation of order, can defeat me?! That will have to be seen, when pure brutality is laid out. If you are in any form of a man, you'll meet me in Tokyo Japan, for One Night In Hell, just like we did at Shockwave. Only this time, we're going to be playing under my rules. I'll give you some time to think about it. However...if you have any brain cells in that resides in that empty orifice in your skull, you better keep your ass glued to that chair.A.C.: "I am QUAKING in my boots."Demonica sits on the middle rope, which allows easier access for Leon to go in between the ropes. He climbs though, and hops right down, and goes right to the announce table. He leans forward on it, one hand on the table, one hand with the mic. He looks direct at A.C Smith. Leon: If you know what's best for you, you will stay in that *censored* chair. I can almost guarantee, that what's gonna happen, you'll want to rescue Mumf from what he's receiving. But if you so as much move one inch off that chair Smith, I will end you tonight! All 'consequences' be damned!Leon begins to chuckle, as he backs away, back to the ring. Demonica looks at A.C. Smith, and gives him the 'eyes on you' gesture, before flipping him off. Smith rolls his eyes while polishing the APW Xtreme Championship, which rests on his shoulder, and this doesn't go lost on Roberts, who momentarily lunges through the ropes. After a moment, though, Smith sits down while Roberts goes back into the ring smirking, and gets ready to focus on his match. Harvey: Do you really think he'll mean it?Chase: I think he might this time.A.C.: Whatever.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! Singles match
Leon 'The Virus' Roberts VS Mad Mumf
The bell rings as both Mumf and Leon tie up. Mu goes for an arm lock, but Leon over powers and gives him a serious hang time hip toss.
Mumf gets back up, and Leon smirks at him. Mumf and Leon pace around the ring, connecting in a collar bone tie-up. This time, Mumf takes the advantage, as he places Leon in a headlock. But Leon released the headlock and spins himself around putting Mumf in a wrist lock with Zak attempting to elbow Leon in the head to no avail as Leon pushes Mumf away before striking him in the back of the head with a forearm smash. Mumf spins around, taking Leon down with a series of flurrying punches, as Leon tries to protect himself. Mumf jumps back to his feet, as he connects with a stiff shot to the stomach of Leon, who just protected himself in time, as Mumf picks up his young opponent. Mumf then threw Leon into the ropes, only for Leon to stay on the ropes, but that allowed Mumf to run at him and knock Leon over the ropes.
Chase: Mumf just has that little military experience edge.
Harvey: And that could prove the winning formula.
A.C.: Certainly will put that idiot in his place.
Leon fell over the ropes, but he landed on the ring apron, slowly rising back to his feet, as Mumf went back on the prowl. Leon jumped back to his feet, as he attacked Mumf with a forearm, but that didn’t seem to faze the veteran as he continued the attack. Then Leon struck Mumf in the stomach which finally staggered Mumf, as he moved back into the center of the ring, Leon then sprung up on the ropes and struck Mumf with a flying clothesline. Leon decided to not go for the submission, instead he hit himself off the ropes and he hit Mumf with a leg drop, before jumping back to his feet. Leon tried to apply a leg lock but Mumf saw it coming as he kicked Leon away and rolled towards the ropes. Leon smirks, then shouts 'Get back in here and face your execution like a man'
Harvey: Damn. He's lost his mind.
A.C: I'm not even sure if it was there to begin with.
Chase: Heh. Nice one!
Leon slides out of the ring, and is immediately whipped into the barricade by mumf. Mumf goes and whips Leon towards one of the posts. The ref begins the count
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Leon almost makes impact with the post, but stops himself from doing so. Mumf runs and tries to jump Leon, but Leon moves out of the way, and Mumf collides with the post.
2!
Harvey: Ouch.
Chase: He's gonna have a headache for days.
A.C.: He's tougher then that.
Seizing an opportunity, Leon grabs Mumf, and repeatedly slams his head against the post, a total of five times. When he drops, Mumf is seen bleeding. Leon places him over at the steps, and takes a few steps back, before kicking Mumf in the head. After that, he goes for it again, but Mumf moves out of the way, Leon's leg getting hung up. Leon hisses in pain for a second.
3!
Mumf slides back into the ring, and stumbles a bit. He goes out, just as Leon gets himself off the steps.
Harvey: What resiliency!
Mumf was about to grab Leon, but Leon immediately turned around at gave him the Diablo's Claw! Mumf clutches his chest as he crumbles to the floor.
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Chase: You spoke way to soon.
A.C.: Doesn't matter either way.
Leon picks Mumf up and slides him into the ring Leon follows and immediately applies a sleeper hold. Mumf tries to fight it. Eventually he begins to fade. The ref raises Mumf's arm up.
Crowd: 1!
The ref repeats the action.
Crowd: 2!
At that, Leon lets go, only to apply it again.
The ref raises Mumf's arm up.
Crowd: 1!
The ref repeats the action.
Crowd: 2!
At that, Leon lets go. He gets up and punts Mumf in the ribs, very hard. A.C. Smith almost rises out of his chair.
Havey: Don't do it Smith! It's not worth the risk.
A.C: Obviously you don't see what I'm seeing.
Chase; I agree with my partner. Leon is a certified lunatic. Best not to take your chances, especially since he's out for blood.
With that, A.C. Smith doesn't bother moving. Leon looks over, and smirks, giving him the cut throat signal. He goes for the pin.
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Leon picks up Mumf, who miraculously gets some bearing back to give Leon a forearm smash, and whip him into the corner. Mumf goes to run at him, and attempts to do a jump splash, and succeeds.
A.C.: This is more like it.
Mumf then climbs up and beings to punch Leon on the head. He only gets to five, when Leon pushes him off. Leon runs at Mumf. But Mumf catches him into a small package.
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Both men get up. Leon goes for a big clothesline, but Mumf catches him and is about to deliver the Death Sentence, but Leon wiggles free, and begins to unload punches on Mumf. Mumf ducks one, and whips Leon back into the corner.
Chase: This doesn't look good for the Scum of the Earth.
A.C: That describes Leon perfectly.
Harvey: He'd take it as a compliment though. But kudos for Mumf's drive.
Mumf runs and attempts another jump slash, but Leon moves out of the way, and Mumf lands perched on the top rope. Leon trips him, making Mumf land on his groin. There is a massive collective 'OOOH' from the crowd and even from the commentary. Leon then hangs Mumf in the terr of woe, and punches him a few times, before setting him back up to normal. Leon turns back, hooks his arms around Mumf's, climbs up back to back, and jumps off, landing a massive Pentagram Slam from off the top rope. Mumf twitches in pain. Leon moves him to the center of the ring, and goes for the cover, looking directly at A.C.Smith
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Winner: Leon Roberts Paige: Here is your winner. Leon 'The Virus' Roberts!The ref raises Leon's hand in victory. Suddenly, he picks up Mad Mumf, and wipes off some of Mumf's blood off, and Leon wipes is across his own chest. Leon then tosses Mumf outside, right infront of commentary. One of the cameramen catches that Leon's side is bleeding a bit, likely from where he's been wounded weeks ago. It doesn't seem to bother Leon one bit, though A.C Smith does smirk. Harvey: What savagery! And look, Leon's stab wound has opened up!Chase: Aren't you going to go after him now?A.C.: Naw. I'm a better man then that.Leon slips through the rope still smirking. He request for a mic, as he heads back up the ramp. At the middle of the ramp is when he's given his mic. He turns around, and looks at Am.C. Smith, the crowd still giving mixed reactions towards Leon's brutality. Leon: Good boy!Leon chuckles for a second, as he drops the mic, and heads to the back, Cameras look back at A.C Smith,and he loos genuinely insulted by Leon's last remark. Cut to commercial.
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Post by President Jeff on Sept 19, 2013 20:51:15 GMT -4
Various clips of past One Night in Hell matches play as Night on Bald Mountain by Modeste Moussorgsky plays. Voice Over: Through me the way into the suffering city, through me the way to the eternal pain, through me the way that runs among the lost. Justice urged on my high artificer; my maker was divine authority, the highest wisdom, and the primal love. Before me nothing but eternal things were made, and I endure eternally. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. Action Packed Wrestling presents ONE NIGHT IN HELL appears on the screen. APW North American Champion Amy Zing has joined Harvey and Chase at the announce table as Ignite by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela plays and Robina Hood makes her way to the ring. The title belt rests on Amy’s lap. Harvey: Robina Hood on her way to face Shione Ōshima in the ring and Robina looks ready. Chase: Well Shione cost her the North American Championship. Harvey: What my partner is referring to this moment from the Meltdown Supershow a few weeks ago. [The clip of Shione Ōshima pulling the chair away from Robina Hood before she could strike Amy Zing with the weapon is shown.] Harvey: And we are joined on commentary by the North American Champion the Hong Kong Sensation Amy Zing, who will meet Robina Hood, Shione Ōshima and Kaylyn James Evans in the first ever women’s Fatal Fourway Bra & Panties Match at One Night in Hell. Welcome Amy. Amy: Thanks. It is great to be out here. Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…from Sherwood Forest…weighing in at one hundred thirty-two pounds……ROBINA HOOD! [/font] 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! Harvey: Robina Hood looks ready for this match here tonight. Chase: Shione cost her the championship she worked so hard to get. Of course she is ready. This is payback. Amy: There are very few people I have been in the ring with that can go like Robina Hood. She is just so ferocious in there. 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. She shoots a look of just pure malice at Amy Zing, then turns to lean in the corner. Chase: She does not like you. Amy: Yeah, I got that. 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! [/font] 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! Harvey: Since coming to APW this young lady has been making quite a name for herself. Two weeks she scored a huge victory over Xtreme Champion AC Smith and she will be one of your challengers. You two have become friends since her debut. Amy: Well Shione’s a nice person and we get along well. Chase: What I want to know is can you actually wrestle your friend for that title and stay friends? Amy: Yes, I absolutely believe that we can. I hope we can. 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. Before the referee can call for the bell, Porcelain and the Tramps’ Im Your Favorite Drug plays over the arena. Kaylyn James Evans walks out and stands on the entrance ramp, looking at the ring. Shione and Robina look towards her as the Perfect Ten looks down at them. Harvey: The Syndicate and Overdrive’s newest member, and the fourth challenger for you North American Championship, Kaylyn James Evans has come out to watch this match. Chase: She’s researching her opponents. This is smart. Harvey: Kaylyn recently came to Overdrive and has had a bit of bad luck against you Amy Zing. Amy: I take nothing away from Kaylyn, she is one of the best I’ve ever been in the ring with. Singles Match
Robina Hood Vs Shione Oshima
The referee signals for the bell and the two women approach each other. Rather than lock up though, Robina decides to open with a series of hard punches to Shione, backing her into the ropes.
Harvey: The former North American Champion is just unloading on Shione.
Chase: That’s my girl.
Robina nails a hard punch, sending Shione into the ropes and starts to tie her up, hitting several knee lifts before the referee forces her to step away or risk the disqualification. She backs off a bit.
Harvey: You meet these two and Kaylyn at One Night in Hell in the first ever Fatal Fourway Bra & Panties match.
Amy: Not exactly how I wanted to make my one year and what may be my first title defense.
Chase: But you did Playboy.
Amy: That is different. Why would any woman wear lingerie under wrestling gear? We’re probably going to be out there in pants and tops. Look at what Shione and I wear to the ring for pity sake. It isn’t easy to get off and we’re not wearing Victoria Secrets under there. No one would. Still, should be an interesting match to say the least.
The referee is able to pull Shione out of the ropes. The Crushing Wave staggers to her feet. Robina turns and charges in, but Shione catches the Perfect Megastar by surprise with a powerslam. Shione, however, is unable to capitalize as she tries to shake the cobwebs out, and because Robina rolls onto her stomach, starting to pick herself up off the mat.
Harvey: A beautiful counter by Shione, showing why she is in the running for the North American Championship.
Chase: Don’t count Robina out yet, she is a former champion.
Shione is the first to get to her feet and catches Robina with a short-arm elbow and an Irish whip. Robina is able to reverse, but Shion reverses again and sends the former North American Champion into the corner.
Harvey: Shione is in firm control of this match right now.
Amy: She has such a mixed style which lets her come out you from so many different ways, but it works for her. Robina is more straight forward.
Sensing the momentum on her side the Crashing Wave charges into the corner, but Robina comes out of the corner and hits her with a running arched big boot, dropping her. Robina circles Shione, stomping hard on her as she works her away around Shione’s downed body. Turning from her opponent, the Emo Princess lets out a primal scream.
Harvey: And Robina Hood has turned this one around.
Chase: I told you she could do it.
Amy: I learned the hard way that you can never underestimate Robina Hood.
Shione starts to get to her feet, but Robina meets her with a few stomps to try and prevent that and starts to lift her up off the mat and yells out towards Amy Zing at ringside.
Robina: First her, then you!
The momentary distraction allows Zilla-chan to break Robina’s hold and take her down with a belly-to-belly suplex. Robina rolls to her stomach and starts to pick herself up. Shione shakes the cobwebs out as she gets to her feet.
Harvey: Shione manages to capitalize on that one.
Chase: Come one Robina! Amy, stop interfering.
Amy: Excuse me?
Shione pulls Robina into a short-arm elbow and goes for an Irish whip. Robian reverses, then Shione reverses again and sends the Emo Princess into the corner. She charges in after Robina, who comes out of the corner with a big boot, then sits on Shione’s chest for a pin.
Harvey: Robina with a cover, but Shione is still in this one.
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Shione is quick to kick out of the pin attempt; however, the former North American Champion does not get up yet and starts to hammer away at her opponent until the referee warns her of disqualification. This causes the Iron Maiden to finally get to get off of Shione.
Harvey: An overly aggressive Robina Hood her tonight.
Chase: Well Robina has a score to settle.
Robina, however, does not stop her attack and rolls Shione over, attempting a jumping knee drop. Unfortunately for the Perfect Megastar Shinoe moves out of the way, and Robina hits empty canvas, rubbing her knee. Shione manages to get behind Robina and nails a German suplex, bridging for the pin.
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Harvey: A text book German suplex and Shione almost had this one.
Chase: Where is this test book? And Robina is not out of this one yet.
Sensing momentum on her side, Shione does not let up her attack. She whips Robina into the corner and this time is able to successful follow up with a big body splash. Backing way and throwing her arm into the air, she charges back in and nails a face wash to the former North American Champion.
Harvey: Shione is not letting up on Robina Hood.
The camera shifts to show Kaylyn standing on the ramp, watching the match in the ring. The Perfect Ten is watching rather stoically.
Harvey: There you see Kaylyn James Evans watching on from the entrance way.
The camera shifts to Amy Zing at the announce table.
Amy: As I said, I really think Kaylyn is an amazing competitor. I somehow managed to beat her twice and I know she is not going to let me do it a third time.
The sound of someone hitting the mat in the ring can be heard. The camera moves back to the match. Robina is on her back in the ring. Shione is trying to lock in a Boston crab, but Robina kicks her off. Shione staggers back. Robina kip-ups and nails Shione with a jumping STO. She rolls her over for a pin attempt.
Harvey: Robina caught her with that one after avoiding the submission hold.
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Two and a half!
Harvey: So close
Robina doesn’t waste time in getting back to her feet. She shoots Shione into the ropes, but Shione is able to counter and hoists Robina up for a running powerslam, slamming her down and hooking the leg.
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Harvey: Shione almost took it with that one, but Robina Hood managed to kick out.
Chase: She is a fighter and she is determined.
Amy: No argument here. Robina will fight tooth and nail.
Shione starts to climb the turnbuckle and looks back for a moment. Reaching the top, she flips back for a moonsault, but Robina rolls out of the way and connects with a jumping knee to the back of Shione’s head. She goes for a cover.
Harvey: Shione is going up.
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Harvey: A miscalculation and Robina almost took this match.
Chase: She is just going to get better and better. That is a future world champion there.
The former North American Champion Robina Hood can sense victory coming her way. She sits Shione up and nails a chop, then a kick to the chest, which knocks Shione down again. She shoots the ropes, going for a running senton, but Shione is able to roll out of the way.
Harvey: Shione managed to avoid the impact, but can she capitalize?
Chase: Nope.
Shione moves to the ropes. Robina is quick to move in, but Shione manages to dump Robina over the top rope and onto the canvas. A spinning backfist from Princess Pain knocks the Perfect Megastar to the floor.
Harvey: And with that, Shione has sent Robina to the outside.
Chase: Oh this could be bad.
Trying to swing momentum on her side, Shione takes Robina down with a crossbody.
Harvey: Shione is not going to let up or try and give Robina any room to breathe.
Quickly getting to her feet, Shione slides into the ring and breaks the count. She steps onto the apron and waits fore Robina to get to her feet, charging in and nailing a high knee to the former North American Champion. Shione gets to her feet, slapping hands with one of the fans at ringside.
Harvey: Shione can feel this match turning in her favor. She’s had a few impressive wins recently.
Amy: Shione has shown she has a future in Action Packed Wrestling and I am looking forward to facing her at One Night in Hell.
Zilla-chan lifts Robina up and attempts to get the Emo Princess into the ring, but her has other ideas and rams her into the barricade and the sends Shione into the ringside stairs. Shione hits the stairs and flips right over them.
Chase: And Robina is back on top. What did I tell you?
Harvey: That was a vicious offense, but it worked.
Amy: Shione, are you alright?
Chase: I doubt it.
Amy: Oh hush you.
Robina walks around the stairs and lifts Shione off the floor. For a moment, it seems like she will toss her opponent back into the ring, but instead she uses Shione as a projectile and sends her right into the Hong Kong Sensation, knocking both women down.
Harvey: What the? That was uncalled for.
Chase: How do you figure? It seemed fair to me. It is two-on-one out here.
Walking over to them, Robina lifts Shione back up and rolls her into the ring. Amy starts to get to her feet, but Robina meets her with the red mist, blinding the Hong Kong Sesnation.
Harvey: The red mist to Amy Zing.
Chase: That’ll teach her to win championships from Robina.
Harvey: What?
Robina slides back into the ring, only to be met by Shione and High Tide Crash. Shione quickly goes for the cover.
Harvey: Robina now back in the ring…Shione caught her with the High Tide Crash and a cover!
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Chase: Come on Robina, kick out!
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Shione quickly rolls to her knees and throws an arm up into the air.
Winner: Shione Oshima Harvey: And Shione keeps on rolling and gaining momentum as we head to One Night in Hell. Chase: This was unfair to Robina, having Amy Zing out here. The referee raises her arm as Shione gets to her feet. Amy Zing wipes the mist from her eyes and heads into the ring to congratulate Shione on her win. From the ramp, Kaylyn looks on and claps, but does not seem all that enthusiastic about it and walks away. Harvey: And there is Amy Zing, congratulating her friend. Chase: Do I need to see this? From out of nowhere, Robina Hood blasts the two women with the chair to knock them down. Amy starts to get up, only to be dropped with the chair by Robina, who then nails Shione with it to knock her down again. Harvey: What the hell? A violent attack by Robina Hood and both Amy and Shione are down. That was uncalled for. Chase: No, that is the Perfect Megastar. Evan Envi, eat your heart out. Throwing the chair aside, Robina picks up the North American Championship and holds the belt up, yelling at Amy Zing. Chase: That there is your future two-time North American Champion. |
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Post by President Jeff on Sept 19, 2013 20:51:51 GMT -4
#SIMPLY F'N PUT!
The recorded voice of "Simply Put" Johnny Rebel resounds throughout the arena to immediately be met by a chorus of boos coming from the crowd. Johnny Rebel emerges from behind the entrance curtain followed closely by Felipe DeLorean. Rebel spares us the usual pomp and circumstances that surround him when making an appearance and moves to the ring with purpose. He rips the microphone from Nicky Paige, who exits as quickly as possible to avoid Rebel's wrath, as the Sindicate looks frustrated. Harvey: I liked it better when Rebel was digging through trashcans looking for something to eat!
Chase: Oh, Harvey, don't worry - Rebel's been eating just fine lately! Look at that suit. I wonder if I can get the Sindicate's tailor to work me up something?
Johnny Rebel: Cut the music!
The music stops but the only forces the intensity of the crowd to pick-up. Johnny Rebel: It was on this very show over a year ago when the Sindicate stood before you - united and poised to eliminate the riff-raff that had been clouding the professional wrestling business. We vowed that we'd take out the proverbial garbage. We were sick of seeing no-talent hacks find their way to the top of the card while President Jeff and his gangly group of nincompoops ran this place like monkey's throwing their own piles against the wall...and hoping something sticks! I made that promise. I looked Level-One in the eyes and saw someone who shared the same values. I saw an animal that would stop at nothing to eradicate the uselessness that occupied this ring. There wasn't a partner more suited for the task at hand.
The Stockholm crowd is in a frenzy, doing everything possible to rile Rebel, somewhat of a role-reversal, with Rebel usually playing the role of antagonist. Johnny Rebel: Something changed. Level-One started to become weak! It became obvious somewhere along the way that Level-One's fire started to flame out. He all-of-the-sudden wasn't so interested in pursuing our focus any longer. He started to have eyes for championship aspirations that he couldn't have ever attained if it wasn't for me! I did what any self-respecting person would do...and kicked him to the curb! I sent him packing. It was the best decision I've ever made.
A massive "You're Homosexual" chant breaks out at Rebel's kicking Level-One out analogy, only incensing the overly-emotional megastar further. Johnny Rebel: I kept up my end of the bargain. I became General Manager of this dump and made sure that the wasted motions came to an end. Under my watch, the APW gained unprecedented momentum. It was by my hand that I forced overpaid, over-the-hill, no-good lowlifes like Kurt Noble, Chris Hart, Sally Talfourd, Keaton Saint, and others to hand in their keys to the building! I chased Terry Marvin off to Asylum and made this place watchable again. It was under my watch. I did it! Me! I promised to clean this place up when the Sindicate was born and I followed through. Meanwhile, in a shocking turn of events, Level-One did what he always did...looked out for number one: Himself!
Rebel shakes his head with his finger outstretched, displaying his index finger to represent Level-One's single-minded approach, turning to each side of the ring for the crowd to get a good look. Johnny Rebel: Where's your honor? Where's your fight? You have none! You're a spineless jellyfish. You will pay dearly for betraying my trust! I gave you a lifeline. I offered you the chance of a lifetime. You're a heretic that deserves to be burnt at the stake! The Synndicate will *NEVER* grant you the same opportunities that you were presented with Felipe and Johnny Rebel. You made your bed...now it's time to lay in it!
A rare moment of intensity from the former APW general manager is halted momentarily by Feliipe DeLorean, the driving force behind the Sindicate. Felipe DeLorean: We've tried every tactic we had in our bag of tricks. We offered you the chance two weeks ago when Mr. Rebel interrupted your victory party after defeating C.J. Gates, and it was a very generous offer. You had nothing left to prove - there was nothing standing in your way. With C.J. out of the way, you and Mr. Rebel would have finished what you started, together, nearly a year ago. However, you declined. You made a mockery of the Sindicate - which, by the way, made you who you are today. You can alter the pronunciation until you're blue in the balls...but no combination of megastars will ever outshine the original.
Mr. DeLorean adjusts his tan brown suit coat, while Rebel's head nearly explodes. Felipe DeLorean: We gave you a second chance - this time taking the option completely out of your hands. We demanded that you join our ranks again. We assumed that you couldn't possible by stubborn enough to bypass a golden ticket! We underestimated your ignorance. We hired mercenaries to put you in your place, where you'd realize that you couldn't fend off the APW roster with the LeWinter Sisters and that disease ridden cesspool Kaylyn James Evans! Right when things started to get difficult, we'd jump in to save the day, forcing you to remember the glory that was the Sindicate. Johnny Rebel and Level-One tearing through the opposition once again. It was a beautiful sight...even if it was fleeting.
A small, but noticeable "Level-One" chant breaks out from a section of the crowd, begging the APW World Heavyweight Champion to interrupt Felipe's soapbox. Felipe DeLorean: Unfortunately, it wasn't to be. Here is a warning, Lester. You're time is coming to an end. I happen to have the APW financial records at my disposal thanks to an inside source. Things haven't exactly been trending in the right direction lately, and go figure, everything seems to have gone to hell ever since Johnny Rebel was fired as the general manager. The only way I know how to put it is...the APW is hemorrhaging an amazing amount of money lately. A relic of the wrestling world is operating on the margins and unless the financials start to see a dramatic increase immediately, the APW will have to shut it's doors for ever.
Felipe digs around in the inside of his jacket and pulls out an envelope, slowing unfolding the edges, and ripping out a piece of paper, sliding on a pair of reading glasses in the process. Felipe DeLorean: But I couldn't allow that to happen! I had a meeting with Mr. President earlier in the evening and made him an offer that he couldn't refuse! I opened my checkbook and told him to name his price. To quote Mr. Rebel, I simply couldn't stand by and do nothing. Let's just say that the APW and President Jeff owes the Sindicate a favor that we're going to cash in *very* soon!
Rebel rips the microphone back from Felipe, dropping his sunglasses to the ground, while grabbing the camera-man by the collar of the shirt and staring darts in to the camera. Johnny Rebel: That means you belong to me, Lester. I'm going to destroy everything that you love dear. I'm going to start with Kaylyn James Evans. I'm going to tear apart the LeWinter Sisters. I'm going to take the APW World Heavyweight Championship. And then I'm going to finish what I started last Summer - take out the last piece of trash that sits back in that locker room...YOU!
The original Sindicate stand with their arms raised as "Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple drowns out the venom from the Swedish crowd. Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean leave the ring and quickly disappear through the entrance curtain as Overdrive heads to a commercial break.
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Post by President Jeff on Sept 19, 2013 20:53:16 GMT -4
Harvey: Coming up next is a triple threat match between Anthony Bailey, Zachariah Blood and Jace Savage
Chase: And we are getting word that the winner of this match, gets to chose the type of match that the Tag Titles will be defended in at One Night in Hell.Harvey: The winner of this match could give their team a huge advantage at One Night in Hell
Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a triple threat match where the winner gets to choose a stipulation for the Tag Team Title match at One Night in Hell!Screeching, distorted sounds peal through the speakers over drums and bass as the lights go down dim, coming back up in a deep red. The music spirals down before coming up as crushing guitar as "Glow" by Coal Chamber starts to get underway. At that point, Zachariah Blood steps out onto the stage with Lady Rayne at his side, her ever-present cane over her shoulder and a frayed black towel over his head, masking his features. Paige: "Led to the ring by Lady Rayne, from The French Quarter and weighing in at 223 pounds...the Masochist...ZACHARIAH BLOOD! Zachariah steps ahead of Rayne a few paces and she brings the cane to bear, lacing into his back three times, each strike setting off a geyser of sparkling pyro, before leveling a brutal fourth shot that sets off a smoky explosion. Blood soaks up the pain with a roar and marches to the ring, rolling in under the bottom rope and striding to center ring, pulling the towel from his head with an animalistic glare on his face. As the lights go back to normal, he hands the towel to Rayne, who moves to stand in his corner, urging him to destroy. Chase: Here he is one half of what I think will be the next Tag Team Champions. This guy is brutal and I don't think he can be stopped tonight! Harvey: Zachariah Blood is one of the most deranged individuals to step foot in this ring. Paige: Making his way down from L.A., California Jace Savage!!!!!!!!! My Time plays, Jace comes walking out of the back with green and gold fire works showering down, and shooting up. Jace stops at the top of the ramp. He points to the crowd, making a sweeping motion across the arena. Jace walks down to the ring, slapping the hands of fans on the way down. He walks up the stairs, and wipes his feet on the apron before climbing in the ring. Jace climbs a turn buckle, points to the fans, then points to himself. He climbs off the turn buckle and gets ready for the match to begin. Chase: Savage has a lot to prove and I don't think he has proven it to anyone let alone myself. Harvey: Jace Savage is one of the more promising stars here in APW. In just a few months has earned two tile matches, and qualified for Test For The Best. Paige: Introducing one half of the Tag Team Champions Anthony Bailllleeeeyyyy!!!!! The crowd explodes into cheers as "Hometown Hero" by Big K.R.I.T. begins to blare and fog starts to roll down the entrance way. The arena lights turn blue and the fog creates a haze effect. Anthony "The Promise" Bailey, with his Tag Team Title around his waist, steps out from behind the curtain slowly. He stops for a moment, flashes his signature smile, and looks around the arena. Bailey's eyes widen as he strides to the ring greeting multiple fans. He climbs up the ring steps, steps through the ropes and into the ring. Anthony removes his title, holds it up in the air garnering more cheers, and hands it over to the referee. Chase: Here is Bailey. A man who ha nothing to prove, but who has to defend his title against two opponents at One Night In Hell. I don't think The Dying Breed will keep their titles. Harvey: What are you talking about my money is on The Dying Breed to hold their titles.[/color] Triple threat match
Winner chooses the stipulation at One Night In Hell
Zachariah Blood vs Jace Savage vs Anthony Bailey As soon as the bell rings Blood slides out of the ring, as Bailey and Jace begin to move toward him. Anthony Bailey, Jace Savage look at one another and slide out of the ring on both sides of Zachariah Blood.
Chase: Blood knowing that he would be at a disadvantage in this match tried to escape, but is followed to the outside by Savage and Bailey.
Harvey: Of course he would be targeted after what happend last Asylum, Bailey is looking to get his hands on Blood. Jace is helping him.
Bailey being closer to Blood then Savage chases after him. Blood turns around to try and get away but Savage is running at him now. Jace tries for a clothes line but Zachariah ducks out of the way, and slides into the ring. Jace connects with the clothesline against the charging Bailey. Blood runs, jumps over the top rope, doing a jumping corkscrew roundhouse kick connecting to the back of Savage's head. Blood hits the ground hard. Lady Rayne goes to check on her pet.
Chase: Jace trying to clothesline Blood and accidentally takes out Bailey. Smart move by Blood. He then takes out Jace with the Mind Flayer jumping over the top ropes. He is out to hurt Savage for putting a stop to the beating Unforgiven had planned for The Dying Breed. I love it!
Harvey: Unfortunately he also paid a price for doing that.
Bailey the first one up, notices Savage is out and heads for Blood. Rayne backs up some, as Bailey picks Zachariah up, and rolls him into the ring. Bailey slides into the ring, mounts Blood, and begins hammering blows upon his foe.
Chase: Ref stop Bailey! Closed fist punches are not allowed!
Harvey: What era of wrestling are you living in!? Bailey is giving only what he has received at the hands of Zachariah Blood!
Jace climbs into the ring still a little groggy from the kick to his head, notices Bailey punching the day lights out of Blood. Savage gathers his wits, runs past Bailey bouncing off the ropes and delivering a drop kick to the side of Bailey's head. Baileys close enough to the ropes he ends up rolling out of the ring
Chase: Jace taking advantage of the situation and drop kicking Bailey outside of the ring. This is what I want to see more of from Savage. He needs to do what it takes to win, or he will never succeed!
Harvey: Jace certainly has changed a few of his tactics since first arriving here, but I don't know if I like the direction he is headed.
Savage quickly gets up, and starts laying his boots into Blood as he holds the top rope. Jace picks up Zachariah and Irish Whips him into the far corner. Jace runs after Blood, and is caught with a European uppercut. Jace staggers back as Blood comes out of the corner swinging right after left connecting with Jace a few times before he falls. Jace back to his feet is quickly hit with a hurricanrana by Blood.
Chase: Jace can't hold his own against Blood. I'm telling you this is a sign of success for The Unforgiven coming up at One Night In Hell. It's so exciting to think of new champions!
Harvey: Jace is also fresh back from a few injuries. He may not be trying to over due himself tonight.
Chase: If he wants to name the stipulation at One Night In Hell then he better be trying win.
Blood quick to his feet, picks Jace up and whips him to the corner. Zachariah follows up running, and hits Jace with a jumping clothesline. Jace falls face first into the mat. Bailey on the outside is managing to get to his feet and slides in the ring.
Harvey: Bailey up on his feet and in the ring takes off after Blood!
Chase: Zachariah look out!!!!
Blood picking up Savage doesn't notice Bailey running at him, and gets nailed with a flying clothesline. Down goes Blood, Bailey picks him up as Jace is getting to his feet. Bailey positions Blood for a sulpex. Jace quickly grabs the other side of Blood, and the two together double suplex Zachariah..
Chase: Look their back to double teaming Blood! This is a three way! Not a handicap match!
Harvey: Jace being the opportunist he is becoming took the moment to gang up on Blood.
Savage and Bailey once again pick up Blood, this time they Irish whip him into the ropes, They go for a double back drop, but Blood reverses with a double ddt. Blood picks up Savage and tosses him over the top rope. Jace hits the ground with a hard thud.
Chase: That's what Jace gets for trying to double team Blood! Now Zachariah can concentrate on Bailey!
Harvey: Bailey Starting to stir and Bloods attention is elsewhere.
Blood still looking at Jace and talking shit, doesn't notice Bailey get up behind him. Blood turns around, and gets hit with a right hand, then another, and another. Bailey grabs Blood and hits him with a swinging neckbreaker, positioning Blood next to the turnbuckle. Bailey climbs to the top rope. Bailey takes a second to make sure he has his balance and leaps, hitting a moonsault legdrop.
Crowd: Holy Sh*t!!!! Holy Sh*t!!! Holy Sh*t!!!!!
Harvey: Wow! Bailey connecting with that devastating leg drop makes the cover!
Chase: No! Blood! Kick Out!!!!
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Jace picks up Blood and sends him head first into the ball with a sickening ring. Jace gives a slight smile and slides into the ring.
Harvey: Jace making the save by pulling Blood from the ring, then he sends him head first. I think maybe he is trying to send Blood a message like he did Chris Madison. He better take Savage as a threat.
Chase :Jace has no business...Sending Zachariah head first into the steel post! None! Ref where's the call!?
Bailey and Savage come face to face they nod a sing of respect, after which the start to exchange rights and lefts until Bailey gets the upper hand. Jace falls to his back, then he is quickly to feet trying to rebound and his hit with a spine buster
Harvey: A big spine buster from Bailey as he and Jace trade punches!
Chase: Watching Bailey and Savage wrestle is like going to the dentist to have a tooth pulled. You just don't want to do it. Where is Blood! I want Blood!!!
Harvey: Oh! My! He may be trying for the Moonsault leg drop again!
Bailey once again climbs the turn buckle checks his balance and gets pushed off by Zachariah Blood hitting the guard rail. Blood climbs the turn buckle only to be met by Jace with a super belly to belly suplex with both men falling hard.
Chase: No!!! Get up Zachariah you can't let Savage pin you!
Harvey: Savage can make the pin if he can get up and cover Blood!
All three men are down and out. Each one of them just lying there, trying to catch their breath. The ref is checking each wrestler one by one.
Harvey: Bailey is getting to his feet first! Bailey can take this if he can manage to get in the ring!
Chase: No! Stupid Bailey! Stay down!
Bailey starts to stir, and is up to his feet first. Blood and Savage are starting to move around as well. Bailey climbs up to the apron, as Blood and Savage make it to their feet. Blood pushes Savage into Bailey knocking him off the apron, and back into the rail.
Jace holds to the ropes, and Blood rushes toward him only to be kicked in the jaw, as Jace uses that momentum do a back flip over the ropes landing with both feet on the apron. Setting up for the spring board blockbuster.
Jace springboards off the top rop as Blood comes at him, Blood ducks out of the way. Jace and Zachariah turn to face ech other.....SMACK! Jace gets hit with a step-up shining wizard.
Blood makes the cover
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Winner: Zachariah Blood Chase: Yes! Yes! Yes! I knew Blood would win! In your face Darren Harvey: Get out of here with that! Anyone of these men could have won this match!Zachariah’s music hits as he celebrates his victory. Backstage Cindy Shannon is joined by an unusually happy and excited APW world champion in Lester Only who embracing wraps an arm around her shoulder as if they've been friends for years. As uncomfortable as Cindy Shannon is feeling, her years of experience in her expertise has her coping with the situation relatively well. Cindy Shannon: Ladies and gentlemen tonight I am joined by the APW world heavyweight champion, Level-One! Level-One, are you sure Kaylyn Evans isn't going to be upset about this?The APW world champion turns to Cindy Shannon with an eyebrow raised. Level-One: Oh, come on Cindy! I've known you for years. I know we've had our rough patch but I was the first one to offer you my sweatshirt when Biggs scolded you for not wearing enough clothes. Remember?Cindy Shannon: I, well, when...He put his fingers to her lips; hushing her. Level-One: Ssshhhh. Secondly, it's rather offensive that you decided to start this interview off with rumors and childish speculation. There is nothing going on between me and Kaylyn other than a budding friendship. That's all. Cindy, I hold you accountable unlike these other rift rafts in the media or on social media spreading these false tales. Please, issue a retraction.Cindy Shannon sighs. Cindy Shannon: Ladies and gentlemen, Level-One is right. I am sorry; I hope that you will grant me the rest of this interview Lester.Level-One: Of course.Level-One says before arrogantly smirks at the camera. Level-One: Let me just beat you to the punch, okay? You're going to ask me what I thought about Johnny Rebels and his sugar daddies big and bad declaration made earlier tonight. Well, to be honest; I don't really care. Face the facts Cindy, Johnny Rebel is getting old and being Felipe's meal ticket is like scoring an all you can eat buffet at a dumpster can, hot garbage. The Sindicate as we knew it, is so last year - literally. This revival of it is cringe worthy, a train wreck you want to take your eyes off of but can't. Cindy Shannon can't help but offer up a little giggle, be it professional or not. Level-One: Look Cindy, everyone with eyes can see this for what it is - two has-been’s trying to make a second run at relevance in this sport. I get it. I understand it. However, I refuse to be the chip they hold in order to get the attention they want. I respectfully declined their offer and when that didn't work they tried to force my hand. These two are like psychopathic ex-girlfriends, I'm half way expecting for them to key my limo while listening to Taylor swift.Cindy Shannon: What's wrong with Taylor Swift?Cindy Shannon snaps out of it and regains her professional composure and continues the interview. Cindy Shannon: Okay, never mind. Level-One - how do you feel about the main event match tonight when Johnny Rebel takes on your girl...Level-One: Friend. She's a friend, Cindy.Cindy Shannon: Right, your friend Kaylyn James Evans. I mean, I know you stated that you feel The Sindicate isn't a threat but surely you have to be worried about what they might to do to her tonight.Level-One: Worried? No, I'm not worried. I don't have time to worry. In fact, I won't even be out there when Kaylyn Evans wrestles and defeats Johnny Rebel out there tonight. That's how much faith I have in her. Kaylyn James Evans is her own women and she can handle herself out there. However, if Johnny Rebel does stoop to those lows he'll be forcing the Syndicate’s hand into making a play he'll come to regret.Level-One removes his arm from around the shoulder of Cindy Shannon, as he is increasingly growing tired of addressing Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean. Level-One: Look Cindy, we both know why I am here tonight and it isn't to stand here and talk about The Unoriginal Sindicate alliance. A little over two weeks ago, these two weren't even relevant and I don't see why that should change just because they choose to jump into my camera frame every time I am on television.Cindy Shannon: I apologize, Level-One. Please, feel free to share your big announcement with the viewers at home.Level-One grins ear to ear before he postures up and rips off his shirt as if he was superman. Shit, he might as well be. On his shirt a picture of a purple canned sports energy drink called Saints Flow is visible. Level-One: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the hottest thing since sliced bread, Kaylyn James Evans in a bikini and Donkey Punch... SAINTS FLOW! This tasty drink comes 100% Synndicate approved and if you read the can...Level-One reaches off screen grabbing a giant mascot dressed up as a can, violently pulling him into view. Level-One: ... you'll see that there are NO artificial flavors, aspartame and no cyanide which technically makes Saints Flow the most healthy, unhealthy energy sports drink on the face off the entire planet! Saints flow officially hits the market this Saturday so hit up your local corner store for the goods!Cindy Shannon: So... this was your big announcement?Level-One and the Saints Flow can turns to Cindy Shannon feeling slighted at the dismissiveness in her statement. Level-One: Look, I know what you’re thinking. I had a little brownie thing going on back in the day that failed miserably but this is going to be HUGE, HUGE I tell you! Cindy, this is EXACTLY why I am too good for Johnny Rebel or Felipe DeLorean's wet dream team. I am doing bigger and better things with the Synndicate than I could ever do by being held back with the two of them. I am a professional not an overgrown bully who throws their weight around to take whatever they want forcefully, that's what the OLD Unoriginal Sindicate stood for. This Synndicate? We're here to stay. We're here for good. And most importantly, we’re cool.The Saints flow mascot reaches out and hands Cindy Shannon a can of Saints flow. Level-One: Come Cindy, drink one up. You'll be the first human to test our samples since the several lab monkeys that died ingesting it last week. Cindy Shannon: WHAT!?Level-One: Just kidding!Apprehensively, Cindy Shannon cracks the can up and draws a sip. She likes it. She can't help but proceed to gulp down the rest. Cindy Shannon takes it like a champ and couldn't give Level-One a better endorsement of his new energy drink if he wanted to. Cindy Shannon: Woweeee! That shit is ridiculous! I love it!Level-One's face becomes twisted with anguish as he reminds Cindy Shannon she's still on air. It takes several seconds for the blonde to realize this as she slowly tilts her head towards the camera fearing the loss of her job. Cindy Shannon: Uh... thanks for the interview Level-One! It was my greatest pleasure!Level-One: Was it now?Cindy Shannon: ....Cindy Shannon hip bumps Level-One out of camera view and wears her overtly fake smile on her face until the camera cuts away from the scene backstage.
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Post by President Jeff on Sept 19, 2013 20:53:47 GMT -4
Our cameras fade into the exterior of President Jeff's office door. The crowd roars at the sight, and the door opens slightly. We hear muffled chatter before the door swings all the way open... And the crowd roars as we see none other than Jenny Knite, clad in a form-fitting black dress with a bundle of papers hugged to her side, standing just a few feet away from Jeff's desk, flashing him a smirk. Jenny: I know we got off on the wrong foot, Jeff, but... I must say... It was a pleasure doing business with you.Jeff smiles and pushes himself up from his desk, extending a hand. President Jeff: The pleasure's mine, Jenny. I look forward to seeing you soon.Jenny: Ahaha, ohhhh, you'll see me.Jenny reaches out and accepts Jeff's gesture, shaking his hand. Jenny: Trust. You'll see me.Jeff responds with a stern nod. He returns to his seat, and Jenny pivots, making her way out of the office. She closes the door behind her, leaning against Jeff's wall for a moment before she sighs, smiling in satisfaction, looking at the papers in her hands. Without another word, she walks out of frame. Chase: Wha-- WORST CAMERA GUYS EVER! What was that about?!Harvey: Your guess is as good as mine!We fade to black on Jeff's office door. And we go back to ringside Paige: The following non-title bout is a grudge match, scheduled for one fall!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 two hundred and seventeen 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. "I was that kid sittin' over
in the corner,
smiling with a shit-eating
grin
And I was that kid smilin' in
the back of class
'cause I'm fryin' on mescaline
I was that kid drinkin' 40's
on the bleachers
getting drunk after school
Gettin' home too late,
fallin' on my face,
way too drunk to skate
and actin' a fool" Paige: AND his opponent… Hailing from Long Beach, California, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, representing the Black Hand, he IS the Action Packed Wrestling Overdrive Champion… TOMMMYYYY KNOOXXXXXXXXX!The song continues to play over the arena with power as Knox slowly approaches the ring. He then slides into the ring and climbs to his feet. He walks around the ring for a moment just before walking over to the corner and looking over the crowd once more. He then climbs the turnbuckle and holds his arms out looking above pumping his fist with the music. He then jumps down and spins around facing the center of the ring by the time he lands on his feet. Bouncing back and forth staring across the ring in the opposing corner Knox prepares himself as the music slowly begins to fade. Non-Title Grudge Match
Biggs vs Tommy Knox ©
The bell rings and the crowd roars. Biggs and Knox circle each other, growing closer to the very center of the ring, before they finally lock up! Knox gains the upperhand earl-on with a few sharp elbows to the side of the head, which forces Biggs back. Knox goes to Irish Whip Biggs into the ropes, but Biggs easily slides beneath the bottom and out to the floor. Knox immediately runs toward the ropes to go after Biggs, but Biggs leaps up to the apron and hits a forearm to his jaw to a pop from the crowd! Knox staggers back and Biggs leaps onto the top rope before nailing a deep Springboard Arm Drag! Biggs goes to lock in an armbar, but Knox breaks free and rolls toward the corner.
Harvey: And Biggs is all fired up! Weeks of pent-up aggression have taken its toll! Look at his eyes!
Chase: Knox came into this knowing Biggs would be angry, but he-- oh-- look out! Biggs is rushing the corner!
Biggs nails a huge Clothesline, driving Knox farther into the corner. Knox cries out and staggers out of the corner. Biggs spins him around and nails a rapid succession of European Uppercuts that back Knox into the ropes! Knox signals for a “time-out” as Biggs begins to clobber at him, and the referee forces Biggs back-- only for Knox to explode away from the ropes and nail a Flying Forearm on Biggs, taking him to the mat! He shoots the half for the cover and the referee, in dismay, makes the count.
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Chase: We have an alarming amount of angry little men in APW. Thank goodness Knox got rid of the angriest troll of them all, Evan Harrison, back at Shockwave. This is his first singles’ match since that grueling Ladder Match!
Harvey: And he’s looking a lot better than he did at the end of his match last week. I’ll give him that.
Knox throws Biggs into the corner and lights him up with chops and slaps to the chest before hitting a hard slap right to the jaw that causes our crowd to release a collective groan of interest. Knox drives his shoulder, roughly into Biggs’ abdomen thrice, before pulling him out of the corner and driving a kick into his gut and delivering a rough DDT! He covers Biggs, hooking both legs while the crowd grows explosive!
Harvey: Knox with the Sativa Spike! It might be over, just like that!
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Chase: Biggs powers out of that, and he looks astounded that he was able to do it!
Harvey: I’d say he’s just astounded that it was so close. Biggs is a former Undisputed Champion. He’s held that Overdrive Championship more than any other Megastar on this program. Biggs KNOWS how to compete at a level even higher than Tommy’s, but I think he might be a little overwhelmed right now.
Tommy Knox, frustrated, delivers a sharp kick to the seated Biggs’ back. Biggs arches his back and groans out in agony. Knox shoots the ropes in front of him and comes back with a low dropkick, catching Biggs in the chin. Biggs hits the mat and Knox covers him again.
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Knox mounts Biggs and drives hard forearms to his forehead, but Biggs covers up. Knox hops off of him and forces Biggs up again, this time by the hair. He hits him with a knee to the gut and shoots the ropes, coming back for a Swinging Neckbreaker-- but Biggs uses the Overdrive Champion’s momentum against him and twists with Knox, capturing him in position for a Backslide Pin… But Knox fights out of it! He throws an elbow back, catching Biggs in the eye. Biggs stumbles back and Knox runs at him for a Clothesline… But Biggs ducks under it, and as Knox rebounds off of the ropes, Biggs delivers a Dropkick to his knee! Knox flips onto his back from the impact, and climbs up to one knee, favoring his sore one… However, Biggs is already sprinting at him, and nails him with a crisp Shining Wizard!
Chase: AHH! Was that a tooth?!
Harvey: Knox and the Black Hand are responsible for putting Biggs’ friends, the Studmuffins, in the hospital after assaulting them in Greece! They’re still hospitalized, and Biggs is STILL angry! When is the last time we’ve seen somebody target Biggs as hard as the Black Hand has targeted him over the past two months?
Chase: Sometimes, these guys make our World Champion seem like an ordinary schoolyard bully. Haha, I love it.
Biggs stalks Knox, as Knox groggily climbs to his feet-- and to the delight of the crowd, Biggs nails a second Shining Wizard! Knox seems to be out on his feet from the move and Biggs hits the ropes, coming back and delivering a Swinging Neckbreaker! The crowd roars as Knox is driven into the canvas and Biggs throws his arms up to each side of the audience, until the capacity crowd has reached a deafening roar. He then turns and watches as Knox begins to push himself to his feet, and positions him for his inverted version of the Overdrive…
Chase: Uh-oh, Knox is about to get Spaced Out!
Biggs, with a leg around the base of the hunched-over Overdrive Champion’s neck, reaches for his wrist, but Knox counters with a Dragon Screw Leg Takedown!
Harvey: Knox just took a page out of Biggs’ book!
Biggs shakes the kinks out of his leg and gets back to his feet, but Knox springs up as well, nailing a kneeling Facebuster! Biggs is driven jaw-first into the canvas and Knox goes out to the apron, ascending to the top rope. He grins into the now-booing audience and leaps from the top to hit a vicious Leg Drop to the back of Biggs’ skull! Biggs goes limp upon impact and Knox forces him over into a contorted, contrived pinning maneuver.
Harvey: Sadly, I think that might’ve been it. That’s the kind of move that concusses a Megastar.
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Chase: Bah!
Harvey: I spoke too soon! Biggs kicks out!
Knox sits on his knees and glares at the referee. He shakes his head and forces Biggs up by his hair again. He whispers taunts, perhaps threats, to Biggs, before pushing him away and taking him to the mat with a Savate Kick followed by an axe handle. Biggs crawls toward the ropes, but Knox sprints at him and catches him with a knee to the back of the head, forcing Biggs throat-first across the middle rope! The referee scolds him, but Knox climbs up to the top rope anyway. He smirks evilly at Biggs and goes for a Guillotine Leg Drop to the back of Biggs’ neck-- but Biggs pulls himself out of the way and Knox lands spine-first across the edge of the apron before falling to the mats outside. The crowd roars and Biggs pulls himself up with the ropes. He smirks as he sees Tommy on the outside and gives the crowd a wink.
Harvey: Biggs is thinking about…
Chase: #Highlife?
Harvey: Heheheh.
Biggs shoots the far ropes and comes back at the ropes closest toward Knox and leaps to the top, balancing for a moment before leaping off as Tommy climbs to his feet-- and nailing a Springboard Shooting Star Press to the outside to a standing ovation from the crowd!
Harvey: BEAUTIFUL! KNOX IS DOWN!
Biggs pulls himself up, clutching his ribs and leans against the ring for support while a ”LET’S GO BIGGS” chant develops among the crowd. He peels Tommy’s half-conscious carcass off of the floor and with great struggle, finally deposits him into the ring. Biggs rolls Tommy inside and Tommy rolls close to the center-- but instead of following him, Biggs goes up to the top turnbuckle! He rises to his feet and looks out to the crowd again as they rally behind him. Biggs leaps from the top rope, crashing down toward Knox with his UFO Frog Splash!
Chase: KNOX MOVED!
The crowd groans as Biggs crashes into the bare canvas. Groaning in pure anguish, he shakily gets up to his feet, but Knox captures him from behind in a Schoolboy! The referee makes the count-- not seeing that Knox has a handful of tights!
Harvey: No! REF!
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Chase: What?! No way! That was THREE!
Harvey: Biggs is still in this thing!
Knox throws a fist into the mat in frustration and he pulls himself and Biggs to their feet. He positions Biggs for a Suplex, but Biggs throws his leg back… And nails a Low Blow, unbeknownst to the ref! The crowd roars for it, but Tommy Knox groans in pain. Biggs hooks him for a ¾ Facelock and runs for the ropes, scaling them to backflip over Knox and bring him down for his version of Sliced Bread #2!
Harvey: BIGG TIME!
Knox crashes to the mat and arches his back in pain, but Biggs rolls over him and pulls up his legs, locking in the Sharpshooter! The crowd roars and Knox crawls in agony, toward the ropes. He crawls as fast as he can, and grabs the bottom rope-- but Biggs drags him away, immediately! The crowd pops for the show of viciousness. Knox grabs at his own hair, groaning in pain, but he begins crawling again. Biggs struggles, and plants his feet.
Chase: Biggs isn’t relenting!
Knox, after a half-minute in the hold, is able to reach the ropes and sling both arms over the bottom. Biggs tries to pull him away, but Knox grabs onto the bottom rope! Biggs tries to pull him off until the ref reaches the count of four. Biggs lets go of Knox and walks away, but not before turning another glare in the direction of Knox. As Knox, holding his back, climbs to his feet, Biggs sprints at him! Biggs seems to be prepared to hit a third Shining Wizard-- but Knox side-steps him! Biggs hits the ropes and Knox grabs him up, nailing a Spinning Backbreaker! Biggs rolls away, huffing and puffing-- but before he can even properly reach his knees, Knox nails a running boot to the side of the skull that takes Biggs onto his back.
Harvey: And now Biggs is down… And it looks like he’s gonna be down for quite some time.
Chase: Knox is out on the apron, and he’s climbing! Get him!
Knox perches on the top rope, smirking out into the booing masses. He leaps from the top, going for American Highlife, his version of the Frog Splash-- but Biggs rolls out of the way, as Knox had done earlier! Knox cries out in agony! He tries to pull himself up, but Biggs slides in front of him and nails a hard closed-fist uppercut to the jaw before pulling him down into a Small Package!
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Harvey: And now the Overdrive Champion is the one that has to FIGHT to stay alive in this!
Chase: It’s not a good night to be a frog.
Knox pulls himself up to his feet, but Biggs delivers another closed fist to his jaw! Stunned, Knox hunches over, and Biggs throws his leg around the base of his neck, grabs his arm, and swings him, viciously head-first to the canvas with Spaced Out!
Harvey: BIGGS OUT OF NOWHERE!
Biggs covers Knox and the referee drops down for the count.
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The bell sounds and Biggs, with a grin on his face, is helped to his feet by the ref, who raises his arm, victoriously!
Paige: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall… BIGGS! Biggs’ music hits the PA and he lowers his arm, looking down at the grounded Knox for a few moments, before he quickly exits the ring and hops the barricade, leaving through the crowd, slapping the outstretched of fans on the way to the back. Harvey: Biggs just pinned the Overdrive Champion, and you have to imagine, that’s an incredible measure of revenge-- and a huge step in the right direction in the hunt for gold! We haven’t seen Biggs hold APW gold in forever!Chase: Well, I hope this was worth it. And I hope the Studmuffins are happy, wherever they are. Biggs was completely hypocritical and RUDE in his assault on the Overdrive Champion tonight! This isn’t the match Tommy Knox prepared for! It’s a CRIME if it isn’t scratched from the record books!Harvey: That’s… A bit much… BUT, nonetheless, Biggs just pinned the Overdrive Champion! And these fans in Stockholm, Sweden are loving it!Chase: They think he’s there for them. Wrong! Biggs isn’t going up the ramp because he’s afraid of the Black Hand! He fears the Black Hand!Harvey: Or he’s smart.Biggs continues to slap the hands of fans as he makes his way through the crowd. We fade to black on the angered face of Tommy Knox, as he climbs to his feet in the ring. Knox is handed his Overdrive Championship, and he hugs it to himself, closing his eyes. He shakes his head and exits the ring, storming up the ramp to the back as we fade out. |
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Post by President Jeff on Sept 19, 2013 21:41:32 GMT -4
The lights in the Ericsson Globe arena suddenly extinguish. Leaving the Swedish APW fans in a momentary fear, womanly shrieks echo as the crowd stirs restlessly until a few seconds later, when the APW tron flickers and an easy laugh; almost a giggle can be heard coming through the speakers. This brings the crowd to hush, most focusing on the source of the laugh; a man on the screen wearing a hooded sweatshirt that conceals his face. The man moves his hands around before he finally decides to speak. I.. uh, apologize for any inconvenience I have bestowed upon the great APW fans here in Sweden. This intro to you and the APW fans around the world was not exactly what I had planned, however, not all the I’s have been dotted nor all the T’s crossed allowing for me to be out there, in that ring.
The man paused for a moment, making sure he had everyone’s full attention, before raising his head. His blue, piercing eyes visible, reflecting off the camera lens.
I don’t have much time; the pirate feed will be broken so I’ll make this short and sweet. This goes to every fan of APW and every supposed megastar in the APW locker room. Atlas Adams is here and he’s here to be a World Champion! I don’t care who you are, where you came from or what piece of gold you possess.
Atlas rose to his feet, glanced behind his back and brought the camera up close to his face.
Atlas: Remember this face, because next week, I will be cleared to wrestle my first match and I don’t know who it will be, nor do I care. I will prove that I’m not here for the money or the fame. I’m here to be the best. All is on my hit list. Adams out.
The camera falls to the floor with a loud crack. The last thing the fans hear is boots clacking down stairs as the feed breaks and the arena’s lights come alive once again.
Paige: The following contest is the main event, and is for one fall! Introducing first...
#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.
#IT'S TIME TO PAY THE PRICE!
Paige: Weighing two hundred, thirty four pounds, JOHNNY! REBEL!
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.
Harvey: There he is; the man of the hour, Johnny 'effing' Rebel.
Chase: Woah, is that sarcasm I detect? And is it me, or do the crowd seem EXTRA loud tonight?
Harvey: I think our next contestant might find she gets a rather warm reception...
"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: A woman scorned, Johnny. A woman scorned twice.
Chase: Hell hath no fury! Hell hath half as much fury?!
Main Event
Johnny Rebel vs. Kaylyn James Evans
The bell rings, and in tandem Rebel beats upon his chest, fired up for this encounter. KJE is more tentative, to put it mildly; she begins to 'circle' without ever leaving proximity to the ropes and the apron, eyeballing the large brawler as he beckons her on and throws empty jabs at the air. After a few, he turns to the crowd, throwing up his arms. They make a noise; but it's far from a cheer, their jeering filling the packed arena from wall to wall.
Chase: Johnny Rebel, betrayer of men, defiler of women, kicker of puppies! Wait, aren't those last two the same...
Harvey: The hatred for Rebel IS palpable, after his performance at the end of last week's tag team match.
Chase: Now, Harv, there's no proof that was Rebel's doing!
Harv: Oh, please...
Rebel continues to play to the crowd, leaving himself wide open for the wily Kaylyn to dive in, knocking him against the ropes with a rapid dropkick and then landing in a crouch, ready to bring him low with a reverse Snapmare, using her own back as a fulcrum to send her much bigger foe crashing to the mat. There's an immediate pop from the crowd.
Chase: Looks like they're coming around to my way of thinking! What a woman!
Rebel rolls up quickly, but not fast enough to prevent KJE from seizing him in a low-angled Swinging Neckbreaker, smashing him back to the canvas. She follows up by leaping to her feet, hitting the ground running to nail a Springboard Moonsault, flowing comfortably into a tight pinning manuever!
1 . . . 2 . Kickout by Johnny Rebel!
Harvey: She surprised him with that combination, but she may just have awoken a sleeping lion.
Rebel's on his feet in the same instant as KJE, throwing wild lefts and rights that catch her with a flurry of glancing blows – then a couple of more solid shots, bruising her ribs and almost knocking her from her feet when a right cross connects with her jaw. The treachorous brawler steps in, hooking his opponent for a Vertical Suplex. He comes down hard, then floats over to return the favour with an early hook of the leg.
1 . . . Kickout by Kaylyn James Evans!
Chase: That's my girl!
Harvey: She escaped from that one with serious energy and drive, and she finds her feet first.
KJE slithers around her rising foe, pulling him violently into an Abdominal Stretch and straining until she can apply a snug Chinlock into the bargain; the combination submission garnering a grunt of pain and then a barely-suppressed scream from Rebel, his teeth gritting hard enough to shriek together as the ref asks for the submission.
Chase: He's a fighter, I hate to say it but she won't get him with this.
Harvey: Rebel looks to be in trouble, though, he's going to have to--
There's a sudden roar from the big man, and he throws himself forward, Kaylyn still snugly applied to his stretched form as he opts for the suicidal option; sending both of them tumbling over the ropes to the outside. Rebel gets the worst of it, with Evans landing atop him in what amounts to a makeshift Senton as she bounces away to the barrier, leaning upon it as she finds her bearings. Rebel is slower to rise, again, but he's free for a precious moment.
Chase: Get him again, Kaylyn!
The Perfect Ten obliges with a searing roundhouse kick straight to the temple, spinning Rebel around to face the ring. The crowd cheer the resounding impact, and begin to chant for Kaylyn as she steps in and clamps down on Rebel's shoulders.
"K-J-E! K-J-E! K-J-E!"
Wham! She doles out further punishment to the back and to the spine, nailing Rebel with a Backstabber. She rolls him off and gets to her knees afterward, almost looking for the cover before she stands, breathing deep for composure and running a hand through her hair, then making for the ring.
Harvey: In a matchup like this, it's vital not to make mistakes. She needs to play a careful, tactical game.
Chase: This isn't a game, Harv! It's a war! Rebel's a dirty traitor and she needs to punish him!
Harvey: Kaylyn perceives herself as the one being punished, and I'd have to-- wait. Johnny, are we on the same side?
Chase: I'm on Kaylyn's side! I don't care about you!
Johnny Rebel is up, though looking groggy as the referee reaches eight. He reaches toward the apron...
Chase: WOW!
...and meets two booted feet as KJE opts to keep him grounded with a Baseball Slide straight to the moosh.
Harvey: Most of the fans won't be able to see this, but we can; that blow has left Johnny Rebel bloody! Blood is pouring from his mouth! She may have knocked out a tooth or two!
Chase: Told ya, Harv. It's a WAR.
Kaylyn hits her feet on the outside and continues the assault, throwing punches that force a stunned Rebel to cover up, then immediately pouncing to the apron and coming off with a Spinning Heel Kick that further rattles the controversial ring warrior. Rising to her feet to another big cheer from the Swedish fans, KJE doesn't acknowledge them; the only man she has eyes for is Johnny Rebel, and it's the eyes for which she aims, raking her hands brutally across them!
Harvey: An illegal attack from Kaylyn James Evans, but the crowd seems to have no problem with it...
Chase: I bet Johnny Rebel does!
Rebel is brought down again, this time with a swift Amateur Takedown that sees KJE drive forward and end up mounted on his chest – the count now applied at seven – where she proceeds to lash downward with elbows. As she rises up for breath, the joints are revealed to be spattered with Rebel's blood, and Rebel seems, well...
Harvey: My word. Kaylyn James Evans has laid down the law, and is heading back into the ring.
Chase: The count is at eight, again! The count is at eight!
Harvey: This could be quite an upset, and a moment of vengeful victory for the Perfect Ten!
The referee reaches nine, and the crowd shout along, a few reaching ten way too early. It seems to invigorate the broken, bloodied man on the ground outside, and he surges to his feet. The moment hangs in time, the ref preparing to throw up his arms, Rebel reaching once more for the apron – staggering as he does so...
And Kaylyn James Evans comes soaring over the ropes AGAIN, hitting the brawler with a perfect, if considerably more shapely, rendition of his own Plancha Suicida from the week before. The roof is raised, in spite of the situation – and the fresh count of one goes unheard as the fans clamour and roar.
Chase: What! No! No! You had it, Kaylyn!
Harvey: I'm not certain that she did, but as I said, this is a mission of vengeance. She needs to make him suffer, Johnny, you can see it in her face and you can see it by her actions here tonight.
KJE is up and circling her fallen opponent with stomps, laying a soccer kick into the skull before she rolls back up into the ring and stands gasping, hands on her hips, as the crowd continue to chant for her.
Rebel's up to his feet more quickly this time, the ref only on six as he staggers toward the apron.
Chase: Oh no, not again...
Kaylyn James Evans spits a venemous expletive, censored by the broadcasting team, and hits the ropes a third time to deliver more punishment to Rebel – who STILL seems out on his feet. She leaps, she soars--
And wham!
Johnny Rebel delivers a BRUTAL fist straight to the top of KJE's head as she comes through the ropes.
Harvey: With terrible authority, like the Hammer of Thor is the fist of Johnny Rebel...
Kaylyn is down, and looks to be rendered senseless on the outside, a heap of tangled limbs – and as Rebel bends to pick her up, it's clear she IS a dead weight. He gets her over his shoulders regardless, throwing a vicious grin to the crowd before spinning and setting her down on the hard matting with a titanic Powerslam.
Chase: What a vile monster! Somebody needs to stop this!
Harvey: I swear, if this wasn't Kaylyn James Evans, you--
Chase: This is serious, Harv!
Rebel picks up the shattered woman again, pausing with her across his shoulders and his arms outstretched, receiving the pure hatred of the packed arena before he takes a few deliberate steps forward, drawing close to the steel steps.
Harvey: Johnny Rebel does seem to be going too far, turning a back-and-forth battle of wills into something we're not all too comfortable watching. I'd go so far as to call this heinous, if he can pull it off...
Rebel puts a foot up on the steps, still keeping KJE over his back and shoulders as he stomps down on the metal, the resultant clanging heard around the arena and raising a fresh wave of horrified displeasure from the fans.
(At least most of them; as the camera swings by a 'SIMPLY F'IN PUT!' banner not far from the front.)
Chase: I can't look, Harv, tell me when it's over...
Johnny Rebel grins again, stepping down and then bouncing KJE a few times on his shoulders...
A moment she chooses in which to stir, fighting back with wild kicks and elbows from on high. She misses with most, clearly throwing them through instinct alone; but as Rebel seeks ot heft her up for the final collision, he eats a scatching blow to the brow, and staggers sidelong--
Losing contact with his opponent, who bounces harshly off the apron back to the floor.
Harvey: A terrible impact with the side of the ring, but we all know Kaylyn James Evans is a tough and spirited competitor – added to which, she's avoided the worst of what Rebel might have offered.
Johnny Rebel pushes himself upright on the barrier, turning toward Kaylyn Evans to resume his assault.
She pulls herself up just enough to see him, and whips an arm up, thrusting it directly between his legs!
Chase: Now THAT'S wrestling! Yes!!
Harvey: I'm not sure I agree, but in this case it's well-deserved, and Johnny Rebel may have lost the upper hand...
Chase: That's not all he lost!
Gritting her teeth, KJE throws a second blow – perhaps needlessly, as her foe is already doubled. He groans, and the crowd actually groan in some sympathy – a gentle ebb in the flow of their cheers. Kaylyn clambers to her feet, throwing a couple of punches to the head before hauling on Rebel, dragging him back toward the ring.
It takes an effort, but she gets him under the ropes. The count has seemingly been abandoned, but the ref is back on the action as both competitors rise, Rebel remaining on his knees – handing control back to KJE.
Hitting the ropes, she comes running with an hellacious Shining Wizard, cracking Rebel in the bloodied mouth once again; a gout of crimson hurtling from the blow, and the impact echoing off the walls of the arena. Rebel doesn't go down, however; gruesomely, disturbingly, he opens his mouth and ROARS. A fist comes up, beating against his chest as Kaylyn stares at him aghast, shakes her head and hits the ropes to attempt the blow again...
Harvey: If at first you don't succeed...
But this time, he moves, just enough to avoid the strike, leaving Kaylyn with one leg up on his knee. He seizes this leg, using it to haul her up and bring her down, swinging her like a makeshift flail right into the canvas.
The crowd goes crazy – though not in the good sense – and Rebel seems driven by it, following up with a measured Elbow Drop – then another, and then a third, each raising the pressure higher. He turns to cajole the crowd, then bends down, puckering his lips as if to plant another smooch on the downed woman--
Before instead slamming a fist between her eyes.
Chase: Ugh! Get up and kick his ass, Kaylyn!
Harvey: We agree on that one. Someone needs to finish this match before it gets any worse!
Rebel is done with his grounded assault, going for a lazy pin.
1 . . . 2 . Kickout by Kaylyn James Evans!
Harvey: She looks tired, but that wasn't too close; there's still fight in Kaylyn Evans.
Shrugging his brawny shoulders, Rebel gets up and seizes a handful of hair, hauling the Perfect Ten back to her feet and then delivering a backhand slap across the mouth. She staggers, but doesn't go down, seemingly woken up by the blow; coming back with an open-handed slap of her own, to the same area. Hers draws a fresh spray of blood.
Johnny Rebel grins, baring stained teeth, and comes back with a headbutt. Their foreheads collide with a sharp, sickening snap; and Kaylyn goes to a knee. In desperation she throws up her arm, going between the legs once more.
This time, Rebel grabs her hand, dragging her closer by drawing it deeper between his own legs, then clapping a hand over her mouth and thrusting her to the ground. They end up locked rather intimately-- but her shoulders are upon the ground, and the ref is forced to count it as a pinning manuever!
1 . . . 2 . . VIOLENT kickout by Kaylyn James Evans!
And she's not done! Pushing Rebel off her with a surge of force, KJE ends up on top, delivering a headbutt of her own right to the big man's nose. She continues with a series of punches and elbows, before spinning out with both legs clamped around his neck, seeking to choke him out in the middle of the ring!
"K-J-E! K-J-E! K-J-E! K-J-E!"
Kaylyn smacks her hand against the mat, screaming empassioned as she locks the hold tighter, Rebel flailing limply and gurgling blood. He seems all but done, the referee soon forced to pick up a hand and drop it...
It falls to the canvas. He grabs it again.
It falls once more.
A third time he takes it, Rebel's struggles ceased and a small puddle of blood pooling beneath his head. Kaylyn James Evans lets out another shriek, leaning back all the harder as if to just SNAP his neck. The ref drops his hand.
Harvey: Oh my goodness...
Chase: No way!
Rebel's hand is closed to a fist, and raised in the air. The crowd jeers and boos wildly!
With a grunt, Johnny Rebel flips himself over, getting both hands up and powering through the grip upon his neck, ending up holding both of Kaylyn James Evans' legs and standing above her in the middle of the ring. He grins.
Chase: Oh no, this can't be good... this CANNOT be good...
Harvey: Rebel has a plan, and his plan--
The crowd 'ooooooooooooooooooh' in wincing, cringing sympathy as the big brawler raises a foot and brings it down heavily straight to Kaylyn's groin. He's not done there, stretching her legs painfully wide before going for another – and getting it to a louder roar of hatred and venom from the Swedish fans. This time he drops one leg, and gets the other across the back of his neck, standing tall to stretch KJE out with a submission attempt.
Harvey: She is fighting it with all her might, scrabbling at the centre of the ring, gaining inch by painful inch...
Chase: You have NO idea how far away those ropes look right now.
Harvey: But Kaylyn Evans is making it, slowly! If she can only hold on!
She does! After a torturous minute, a hand finds the ropes and the referee is forced to break the count. He does so rather authoritatively, all but shoving Johnny Rebel back across the ring to allow KJE to find her feet and recover. For the first time since the match began so many minutes ago, they actually seem to have a chance to lock up normally.
Until Rebel immediately lowers the tone, going for a derisive poke to the eye. Kaylyn evades it, the finger glancing off her forehead as she drops and goes for a Spear, smacking the heavier male clear in the midsection!
But he DOES NOT go down.
Chase: Oh shit.
Harvey: I mentioned that she might wake the lion. Johnny Rebel is bloody, he is battered, but he is strong. He is tough as nails. And he is a brute out to cause pain the only way he knows how...
Rebel has Kaylyn against him, but isn't budging, able to lock her up around the waist from above and haul her overhead. He brings her down for a messy collision with the canvas, driving her head-and-shoulders first into the mat, again and again, tenderizing her as the ring quakes and shakes beneath the impact.
And then he pushes her lower, forcing her head between his legs.
Chase: Harv, I'm going to stop looking again, and when I open my eyes--
Harvey: The Putdown... Johnny Rebel has scored with the Putdown, on a highly dazed and damaged Kaylyn Evans!
With the Pedigree-like manuever driving Kaylyn down, a dead and tangled weight, Rebel goes for the pin by simply flipping her with a toe and stamping down upon her chest. The very action makes him grin.
1 . . . 2 . . . T H R E E !!!
Paige: Here is your winner, JOHNNY REBEL!
The referee calls for the bell, as the fans explode in indignation.
Winner: Johnny Rebel
Outside of the ring, Felipe DeLorean digs up two steel chairs and slides them under the ring for Johnny Rebel. Inside the ring, Johnny Rebel places one steel chair in front of him and NAILS Kaylyn James Evans across the face with the other, knocking her down to the canvas with a sickening blow.
Harvey: Jesus Christ, that was nasty!
Chase: I think we’ll remember that as the shot heard across the world. I don’t know where the Synndicate is right now but they are in no means happy about this.
The crowd boos as Johnny Rebel soaks up the negative reaction by wrapping the dented steel chair around the throat of Kaylyn James Evans and lays her on top of the steel chair already laid out on the canvas. From there, Johnny Rebel arrogantly struts towards the turnbuckle and makes the intense climb up to the very top…
Harvey: Oh, no Johnny Rebel is going for the Chicago crux – he’s going to break Kaylyn James Evans neck for god sakes!
Chase: She’ll have to give her next blow job threw a straw, haha!
Felipe DeLorean screams at the downed Kaylyn James Evans from outside the ring while Johnny Rebel takes the time to pose on the top rope before the lights in the arena are cut off and go dark.
Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen, it looks like we’re dealing with a sudden power outage in the arena.
Chase: No, the timing is way to suspect for something like this to be an accident! Johnny Rebel can’t see a damn thing!
The lights are out for several minutes...
Chase: Well, this is awkward.
Harvey: I can't believe we have nothing more to talk about...
Until the first ear shattering thud is herd.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
The crowd stirs for several more moments before the lights in the arena return and Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean are the only two men left standing inside the ring with three bodies surrounding them in every direction. Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean eyes float around the ring in a panic confused as to what they had walked into until they look above at a scaffold that had been lowered and the LeWinter sisters waving flirtatiously at both of them below.
The crowd cheers.
Harvey: It’s the LeWinter sisters! It looks like they’ve returned Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean’s mercenaries to them!
Chase: How kind of the Synndicate! See everyone, they’re really stand up people!
Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean look outside the ring to see Kaylyn James Evans being carried up the ramp in the arms of the APW world champion which forces both men into a fit. Johnny Rebel points at Level-One and shouts abuse in his direction while Felipe DeLorean investigates the beaten and bruised bodies by examining the several messages scrolled upon their back, arms and torso.
Harvey: It looks like the so called Original Sindicate was outsmarted here tonight and they don’t look the least bit happy about it.
Chase: The Original Sindicate has brute force on their side but as we seen tonight, Level-One and the LeWinter sisters are one step ahead. If the Original Sindicate wants to make a run at them, I think they’ll need to up their ante.
Harvey: Given what we’ve seen here tonight, I can’t imagine how Johnny Rebel could go about doing that. He tried to break Kaylyn Evans neck in half.
Chase: Next week, we'll find out how Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean respond to this! For now, it's a message sent by the Synndicate in the form of three beaten mercenaries. This is all for tonight folks, we’ll be seeing you next week!
The last shot is of Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean bitterly clearing the ring of the three mercenary’s lifeless bodies before the APW logo flashes on the screen and another episode of Thursday Night Overdrive comes to a close.
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