|
|
Post by President Jeff on Sept 26, 2013 19:59:15 GMT -4
As the video ends, pyro shoots from the stage and the camera pans through the crowd before stopping on the commentators for tonight Harvey: Welcome everyone to Thursday Night Overdrive.
Chase: I'm Johnny Chase, along side me is Darren Harvey. We are a month away from one of the best PPV’s in APW, and that’s One Night in Hell
Chase: We got a great show lined up tonight with 7 great matches lined up. Harvey: In a match I’m looking forwards to, Johnny Rebel takes on a man who’s been making a name for himself lately, Chris Madison
Chase: We also have a big tag team match up and Next Gen takes on The Space Cowboys Harvey: And lets not forget our main event, its Champion vs Champion as the World Heavyweight Champion Level One takes on the Overdrive Champion Tommy Knox
Chase: With that, lets go to the ring for our opening contest Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall
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. Paige: Introducing first, Mad Mumf
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. The lights go out in the arena as Short Change hero starts up. A spotlight roams around the arena and spots Atlas in the crowd as the chorus kicks in: This ain't no place for no hero, This ain't no place for no better man, This ain't no place for no hero, Paige: And his opponent, making his APW Debut, he is Atlas, Adams
The lights go out once again even the spotlight, losing Atlas while the song continues. When the song is coming to end, the lights abruptly come back on and we see Atlas sitting on the top turnbuckle with his head down. Mad Mumf Vs Atlas Adams
The two megastars shake hands as they circle each other and lock up and Mumf gets the side headlock in. Atlas shoves Mumf into the ropes and catches him with a japaneese arm drag. Mumf gets up and gets dropkicked. Mumf rolls out of the ring to regroup. Mumf goes over to his brother Ryan for a game plan and Atlas springboards to the outside with a shooting star press, taking the two brothers down.
Harvey: Wow, this youngster is pulling out all the stops to make an impact tonight!
Chase: He could have ended his career had he missed that move
Atlas grabs Mumf and rolls him into the ring. Atlas slides in and goes for a cover
1
.
.
.
2
.
.
Kick Out
Atlas lifts Mumf up and catches him with a jaw breaker. Atlas says on his feet and Mumf takes him down with a clothesline. As Atlas tries to get up, Mumf takes him down with a swinging neck breaker. Mumf covers
1
.
.
.
2
.
.
.
Mumf lifts Atlas up, whips him into the corner. Mumf rushes but Atlas gets both feet up in Mumf’s face. Mumf stumbles back, Atlas runs, but Mumf catches him with a over head belly to belly suplex. Mumf covers
1
.
.
.
.
2
.
.
Kick Out.
Chase: Mumf is welcoming the new guy to APW with this beating.
Harvey: This kid isn’t staying down though, he has the heart of a warrior
Mumf lifts Atlas up and throws him into the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Atlas ducks it, Atlas comes back and Mumf goes for a sidewalk slam, but Atlas counters into a head scissor. Both megastars are up and Atlas dropkick Mumf in the knee. Mumf drops to a knee and Atlas hits him with a Shinning Wizzard. He covers
1
.
.
.
.
2
.
.
.
Kick Out
Atlas sits Mumf up, looks around the crowd and then starts hitting him with Elbows to the throat and the crowd counts each shot, up till 10. Atlas grabs Mumf and scoop slams him in the middle of the ring and then goes to the top rope. As Atlast gets to the top, Mumf is up and cuts Atlas off with a punch and then climbs up. He hooks Atlas for a superplex, but Atlas fights him off and shoves him off the top rope and Mumf lands hard on the mat. Atlas stands on the top rope and comes off with a shooting Star knee drop.
Harvey: He calls that the Fall from Grace
Atlas covers
1
.
.
.
.
2
.
.
.
.
.
3
Winner: Atlas Adams Atlas music hits and the ref raise his arm in victory. Harvey: What a debut for this Megastar.Chase: I hate to admit it, but he did impress me.Atlas celebrates his victory as we go backstage. Backstage at Overdrive at the Hartwall Arena, members of Foul Play stroll through the hallways. Asylum Interim GM, Jason Kash and the APW Suicidal Champion, Reaver aren't dressed to compete but traveled to see the sights of both Finland and Overdrive. Kash nods to a few people he sees from afar but continues his pace right along with his partner. Reaver: So...what happens if we see Lester?Kash: We laugh when he turns another direction. I been calling that dude out. Twitter and on "his" Show. Punk as--Out from around a corner steps "Madman" Chris Madison. An old friend of Jason Kash. Someone Kash had wanted to become when he was still green to the business. As close to an "Role Model" Kash had and as the two of them lock eyes, Reaver looks back and forth between Kash and Madison and a smile shows from underneath his mask. Reaver: Ohh, Ohh! Staring contest! I'll judge, I volunteer. I SWEAR I'll be fair, no biased...GO!!Almost ignoring the mask weirdo, Chris Madison clears his throat a bit before breaking the silence between the two. Madison: Well if it isn't Jason Kash, The Bad Influence. It's been a minute hasn't it? You sure put on a little around the midsection..Madison reaches down and pats Kash on the gut. Kash shoves Madison's hand away rather unamused by hi playful banter. Kash: Yeah we've all changed I suppose. I am no longer just watching from the curtain like in PCW. I remember you being...bigger..maybe it's just the hair?Madison: Maybe...I've been back since May and no phone call? Not even a text? You didn't even go old school and poke me on Facebook. Whats wrong, we're not old friends anymore?Quickly he licks both lips as Kash's eyes scan the area around them almost in a glance. He returns his sights onto Madison and keeps it simple and direct. Kash: You came to APW, I was happy for you. Glad to see you back but others have tried coming back and FAILED. I gave it a moment, wanted to see if you were a sinker or a floater..Madison: How long have you known me Kash? Have I ever sank at anything I do? I'm actually kind of appalled that you would compare me to those other pieces of sh**.Madison clinches fists and Kash smiles. Reaver lets his Championship slide off his shoulder as he stands between the two even before they really come together. Reaver: As much as I like the fun and games..I don't think either of you want to be, I dunno say suspended for causing trouble backstage? I don't think the GM of Asylum or a member of Black Hand needs any problems arising..Maybe I'm wrong! Wouldn't surprise me!!Reaver tossing up his hands mocking someone overreacting. Madison scratches the side of his head and chuckles a bit before looking up at Kash. An old friend. Madison: I understand. Business is business. Nobody gets that more than me but since we're on the subject of business? Leave Stefan Raab alone. He's Black Hand and that is our business. We will protect and defend our own Kash. Against old friends who maybe become new rivals..You'll make the right choice I'm sure!He starts to walk past Foul Play but Kash grabs his arm and holds him from progressing. Side by side, facing opposite directions, Kash looks over and down at Madison. Not liking the "warning" and making that clear. Kash: Like it or not, friend or foe Madison...I'm messing with Raabies. I'm going to hurt him and I don't care if you ask nicely. You want to threaten someone? Talk to KnoxVILLE and tell him like I'm telling you. Stefan Raab might think you guys can protect him but I'm going to put my hands on him. I'm going to lay him down, Under the Influence.Madison: Really, is that a fact?Kash: Oh it's more than fact, it's going to be Reality. Now if you'll excuse us.As Kash and Reaver begin to walk off, Chris Madison turns and calls out to Kash. Madison: You were offered a role in this Jason..Tommy told me. What do you have to prove to anyone? These people aren't your friends! They aren't who has shown YOU loyalty as you have them..What do you have to gain from NOT aligning with us?Stopping Kash gives it a moment. Lets the idea almost sink into his head as it has various occasions when it was KnoxVILLE trying to sell it. The answer was just so clear to him even if it wasn't to anyone else. He turns his head and shoulders just enough to look back at Madison. Kash: I don't need a Posse to make a big splash...I don't need a Hand to do the things I do, I just need opportunity. Take it easy Chris.With that, Overdrive goes to commercial |
|
|
|
Post by President Jeff on Sept 26, 2013 19:59:41 GMT -4
Paige: The Following contest is scheduled for one fall As the opening of Avenged Sevenfolds - Nightmare 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. Paige: Introducing from Los Angeles, CA. Weighing in at one-hundred twenty-five pounds, she is Niobe "Nightmare" Maaarrrrrtttiiinnn!!!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. The arena goes dark and green lights start flashing at the entrance stage. "Yesterday" by Staind blasts on throughout the arena as the intensity of the flashing lights elevates. Paige: From Tampa,Florida; Residing in Miami,Florida. Weighing in at two-hundred thirty-one pounds, "The Innovator Of Excellence" Joseph Johnsooonnnn!
Joseph Johnson finally walks out onto the stage as lights of black and green flash around him. Joseph pauses on the stage and the lights stop flashing . A green neon light shines down over him, while a waterfall of pyro forms in a line across the stage directly behind him. Johnson does his usual taunt for the crowd and green pyrotechnics then explode from the stage down the ramp and to ring. Johnson walks down the ramp to the steel steps and then climbs into the ring. Johnson goes to the far corner and poses on the second rope as a shower of green pyro rains down around the ring, in front of him, behind him, to both sides, even on top of him. He gets down and goes over to the opposite corner to pose for that side as well, as the pyro keeps falling. He hops off the turnbuckle and walks to the middle of the ring with the rainfall of pyro finally ending. Niobe "Nightmare" Martin Vs "The Innovator of Excellence" Joseph Johnson
As the ref turns to call for the bell, Niobe pulls a small object from her top. She hits Johnson over the head and knocks him out, she quickly slides it under the ring. The ref turns as Niobe climbs the turnbuckle and leaps hitting Johnson with a 450 splash. She lands in a pinning position.
1
.
.
.
2
.
.
.
3!
Winner: Niobe Martin Harvey: Wow! Just wow!Chase: The Black Hand is starting it off right tonight! I love it!
Niobe climbs out of the ring and walks up the ram with a huge smirk on her face. Harvey: First a big win for Niobe last week against CJ Gates and now tonight, outsmarts Joseph Johnson and beats him in seconds.
Chase: Johnson hasn’t been having the best of luck lately.
Cindy Shannon: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time...Biggs!
Biggs steps on screen with Cindy Shannon, shaking her hand, and taking place next to get in the camera. Cindy Shannon: Welcome, Biggs. Tell us a little bit about your upcoming match tonight...
However, even before Biggs can turn his head to the camera, Johnny Rebel interrupts, and meanders his way awkwardly between Biggs and Cindy Shannon. Johnny Rebel: I hate to break-up this little party but unlike Cindy, I have something more pressing, and way more interesting to talk about with our old friend Biggs here! All Cindy is going to do is slobber all over herself until it's time for Biggs to leave. So, Cindy, let me take over here.
Biggs: You sure know how to treat a lady, Rebel.
Cindy leaves in a huff, throwing her hands up in the air, but not before slamming the microphone against Rebel's chest. Biggs: What do you want, Johnny? I've got things to do.
Johnny Rebel: I'm offering you the opportunity a lifetime tonight. Now, I know how you normally get, so don't get all bent out of shape. Hear me out before you get all whiny, please!
Biggs: I don't...
Johnny Rebel: Seriously, Biggs, I don't have much time here. You know the whole locker room is starting to rebel against Level-One and the Synndicate. We have to ban together to eliminate this nonsense. If we don't stick together and fend off the madness, it'll only be a matter of time before Lester is running in the APW. We need to ban together to put an end to his madness!
Biggs: You couldn't pad my pockets with enough money to fight on your side, Rebel.
Johnny Rebel: Now isn't the time to be proud, Biggs. We have more money than you could dream of! After we're done dethroning Level-One and casting him out of the APW, Felipe's pocketbooks go deep enough to send you to Outer Space permanently!
Biggs: I'm perfectly content watching you implode all on your own.
Johnny Rebel: It's not like you're actually doing anything worthwhile. Let's be honest for a moment. You think C.J. Gates is going to have your back? Just wait until the going starts to get tough and he'll hightail it faster than it takes for Jason Kash to consume an adult cigarette! Come partner with a real man. You've heard the whispers in the locker room...you know everyone is chomping at the bit to jump on team Sindicate and shut down Lester!
Biggs: You haven't been paying attention. The whole locker room is turning on YOU! You marched back on to Overdrive and suddenly get thrust in main event two weeks in a row? If I were you, I'd be *real* careful and watch YOUR back!
Biggs mimics Cindy Shannon and shoves the microphone back in Rebel's chest, who is taken a back by Biggs response. Overdrive heads to commercial as Rebel is left shaking his head with his arms crossed across his chest[/quote]
|
|
|
|
Post by President Jeff on Sept 26, 2013 20:00:35 GMT -4
Paige: The following contest is a tag team match, and is for one fall.They say we wanted attention
We really need a platform to teach a lesson
Well hey you forgot to mention
We're living for the melody in our headAs those female words of "Ignite" by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela begins to play through the arena’s sound system a purple-haired lady comes out from the backstage area with a black jacket draped over her shoulders. The fans gives out a rather mixed response to this woman they knew as one Robina Hood. Oh are we pretentious?
Or do we have stories boiling in us?
Poor fool, you're not gonna get to us
We don't even notice this...As that voice continued to sing she walks to the top of the stage and throws her arms up high in the air, causing the jacket to fly off her shoulder and onto the floor. She proceeds to make her way down the aisle towards the ring. Some of the fans cheered, some booed and some of the younger members stayed nervously silent as the sometimes unpredictable female walked pass them. I haven't seen the sun
In over sixty-seven days
The time is moving
With the heavens when I said to wait
The room is growing smaller
And the days are getting shorter
But I have to stay awake
Cause this could change the worldSuddenly a male voice began to sing, at a faster rate than the female voice that came beforehand, and as the voice sung Robina made her way to ringside. She was a bit slow to go over to the ring steps as the female's eyes were darting about, as if checking to see who is in attendance. Paige: Introducing first…from Sherwood Forest…weighing in at one hundred thirty-two pounds……ROBINA HOOD!And it's time to tell the people
When nobody will
It's time to bring the life
To what I've written with a quill
I must create, then innovate
And let it see the light
And when I'm done, I will be changing
Now watch me ignite!She walks up the ring steps, halfway across the apron and steps into the ring as the song continued. Once in the ring Robina turned around a few times to see the audience but when 'watch me ignite' goes through the system, the female spins 270 degrees and punches the air, getting a louder yet still mixed reaction from the people in the arena. Miss Hood then heads off to the corner, as her theme slowly dies down, and leans her back against the corner while awaiting the arrival of her partner for the evening. Paige: And her partner..."What you get is what you see
It won't take much to get hooked on me
So shoot me right into your skin
And i will be your heroin
The side-effects are sexual
Are you down for a taste?
The side-effects are sexual
And you love the way i say
I'm your favorite drug
Your favorite drug
Just one hit is never enough
I'm your favorite drug
Your favorite drug
You cant break this addiction, no
Your favorite drug...."The lyrics to Porcelian and the Tramps- I'm Your Favorite Drug continued to play over the PA system as the lights fade putting the arena into total darkness. Just as the chorus would end there is a bang as the lights turn back on full blast and a cloud of smoke is on the entrance way with a figure standing within it. The chorus starts up once more but this time with the lyrics included is none other then Kaylyn Evans who steps out from within the smokey patch on the stage. As the chorus was being heard throughout the crowd a smiling Kaylyn Evans was on her way down the ramp with a stride that showed nothing but confidence in herself no matter what the outcome of today's event's would be. Paige: From Brooklyn, New York, weighing one hundred and nineteen pounds... Kaylyn! James! EV-AAANS!Dressed in a black and lime green set of attire Kaylyn flaunts her body as she walks past the fans. Reaching the bottom of the ramp way Kaylyn stops and turns to the right heading around the ring and towards the far steps to ascend them and make her way onto the apron. Crossing the apron she stands there looking out at the fans. Hooking her arms on the top rope, in perfect Kaylyn fashion, she flipped back over the top rope and into the ring where she made her way around the ring looking out at all the fans in the arena, booing and not. As the music would cut Kaylyn would be focused and ready for what was to come. Harvey: And already a cold glare from Robina Hood; I don't believe we'll be seeing much teamwork here...Chase: Now, Harv, Robina Hood is a professional. She'll do what needs to be done.Harvey: You really think so?Chase: Sure! She'll beat the other team six ways from Sunday and we'll all go have ice cream!Harvey: Sometimes you worry me.Paige: Now introducing, their opponents!Pyro hits along the stage, arcs of flame leaping from end to end and hissing away beneath the deceptively gentle introducing to Battle Beast's 'Into the Heart of Danger'. When the opening riff crunches in, a sharp series of pops sends sparks showering heavenward and down, framing the apparition of Shione at the head of the ramp. She poses on her knees, arms flexed and yelling as another blur appears behind her – swiftly revealed as Amy Zing. Paige: Hailing from the East, at a combined weight of nine thousand, one hundred and twenty pounds... they are Shione "SURGE" Ōshima, and the Hong Kong Sensation... AMY! ZIIIIING!The crowd explodes as Amy takes off with a sudden handspring, flipping into a leapfrog clean over her partner as Shione punches the air in rhythm with the music. Both head down the ramp, Amy – and her North American title – at the fore, with the plucky powerhouse following behind, each trading words and encouraging slaps and daps with the fans. Chase: Overweight, over-dressed and overrated. Screw these two! I said it!Harvey: I believe the fans may disagree with you on every count, Johnny.Chase: Please! I bet they agree on at least one!Both women are now in the ring, taking to opposing turnbuckles and posing for the fans as one last burst of pyro arcs over the ring itself, sparks flaring as they fall only to dim and disappear before striking the canvas. With this, Amy and Shione both turn and hop down into the ring, sparing a calm, confident stare for their opponents as they take to their own corner. Tag Team Match
Robina Hood & Kaylyn James Evans vs. Amy Zing & Shione "SURGE" Ōshima
There's a brief argument before the match even begins, Robina furiously taking her place at ringside – leaving Kaylyn the legal woman, against a hyped and energetic Amy Zing. They circle and lock up, the Perfect Ten briefly gaining the upper hand with a tidy spin-out wristlock. Zing flips out of it, elaborately entangling the other woman's limbs before she's able to twist gymnastically into a handstand and take her down with a Headscissors.
Harvey: An early lead from the Hong Kong Sensation, showing just how well she knows Kaylyn Evans.
KJE is immediately on the defensive, warding the Asian-American Mega Star with blows, softening her up for a quick Body Slam counter and a hard Elbow Drop. Zing evades an attempted second, rushing back into action with a series of rapid-fire Dropkicks ending with a big Spinning Crescent Kick that topples KJE into the turnbuckle.
Chase: She's cheating!
Harvey: How on Earth is she cheating?
Chase: She keeps moving around! Let Kaylyn have a go, you cheater!
Amy makes the tag to her partner, bringing in an equally-pumped Shione Ōshima. The plucky powerhouse hits a Stinger Splash, rebounding into a short dash that carries her just inside Robina Hood's reach; where she's promptly decked with a wild right hand. The Crashing Wave crashes down, bouncing back to her feet and lunging at the Emo Princess. It's all the opening a recovering KJE needs, catching her from behind with a Chop Block then rolling her up for a two-count.
The crowd pops for the kick-out, and Shione's quick to her feet, laying in some elbows then hitting a huge Sit-Out Powerbomb, hooking a leg immediately after for a near-fall that has KJE crawling back to her corner. Robina Hood takes the tag, coming through the ropes with a low shoulder block to catch a charging Shione. She capitalizes on the stunned powerhouse in brutal fashion, hauling her toward the corner and hitting a Reverse STO straight to the turnbuckle!
Chase: This is more like it. Hey, Robina! Do it again!
Shione's almost alarmingly quick to recover, and despite a glazed expression she takes it to Robina with savage strikes – elbows, knees and a skull-rocking Spinning Backfist. With the Iron Maiden staggering, she goes for a second; but it's ducked at the last second, and Robina fires back with a knee to the gut, a rake of the eyes and then a sequence of closed fists that drive Shione back toward her own corner.
Harvey: You don't need me to tell you that Robina Hood is planning something heinous, as always...
She's about to spit a mouthful of that infamous mist when Shione suddenly snaps back into action, pushing herself off the turnbuckle into an astonishing High Knee that crashes into Robina's throat. There's a sick choking noise from the Emo Princess, as Shione lands and immediately makes the tag to the nearby Amy Zing, still turning as their hands touch...
Shione catches Robina with a Roaring Elbow as she comes back around, flooring the Iron Maiden! Amy Zing comes in with a tight yell that has the crowd on their feet, springboarding over the ropes – and straight onto the raised arms of the plucky powerhouse. Giving a big ol' heft, she sends the Hong Kong Sensation back on her way to land atop Hood with an Assisted Splash straight into a pinning attempt!
Harvey: Fantastic teamwork from these two young women, and Robina Hood is in trouble!
Robina kicks out at 2.5, leaving the crowd hot. Shione is ejected from the ring, but when the ref's back is turned, in comes KJE – storming Amy Zing and rattling her with a Backbreaker across the knee. She seeks to hold the Asian-American in place for a stretch, but the ref turns and catches it; applying a count. It's enough time for Robina to recover, receiving Amy from Kaylyn before the latter makes her exit. Able to take her time doling out a few nasty strikes, Hood works her opponent over for a couple of minutes as Shione desperately tries to get past the ref.
Chase: You talk about ring presence, you talk about fighting smart, and you talk about these two fine competitors right here. What an exemplary display of teamwork this truly is!
Harvey: ...why are you talking like that?
Chase: Sound familiar, Harv?! Now you know the crap I have to put up with!
Robina ends her assault with a Backdrop, floating over for a vicious chokehold that she holds until the ref finally turns around and catches it. She backs off immediately with a 'sweet' smile, holding her hands up as she heads back to her corner and tags in the Perfect Ten. KJE comes out almost nonchalantly, picking up the grounded Amy Zing and pausing to play the crowd before she goes for a big Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker.
The Hong Kong Sensation gets free at the last possible instant, spinning around in Kaylyn's grip and able to flip herself over into a Reverse Tornado DDT that sounds off like a gunshot as KJE hits the canvas.
Chase: I swear, that woman coats herself in grease or oil and it's only a matter of time before she's caught doing it...
Amy kips up, hitting the ropes and scoring with a Flipping Leg Drop before coming straight back to her feet, continuing her dash to the opposite side – where she greets a sneering Robina Hood with a leaping Superkick over the top rope! The Iron Maiden's skull bounces off the apron as she goes down, and she comes up absolutely steaming; in the ring, Zing has gone for the cover following a second Leg Drop, punching the air as the fans count along.
KJE kicks out just before three, but Amy also finds herself victim to a tirade of abuse by Robina. The fans start a chant, clearly wanting the Iron Maiden to receive a bit more punishment. KJE is on her knees and about to stand when Amy flies off the ropes again, crossing the ring in long strides and taking flight with a stunning Crossbody over the top!
Harvey: Single-handedly controlling the ring, Amy Zing is in spectacular form here tonight.
Wham! Robina has to ruin it. Her fist collides with Amy's face in mid-flight, the other arm flying out almost in tandem to THRUST her through the air. It's a ploy that works brilliantly; Amy Zing doesn't just go crashing down, but does so straight into the referee. A flailing leg catches him, and he's knocked to the canvas like a sack of spuds. It's all Robina needs to see; she's in and beside her unwanted partner in an instant, scowling as she directs the Perfect Ten.
Harvey: Oh my, the referee is down – and this could mean trouble...
Chase: I don't know why we keep those guys around anyway, it's better when they just lie there!
Despite their differences, they get organized in time to meet an oncoming train in the form of Shione Ōshima, the Japanese Mega Star coming in with a huge attempted Dropkick to the back of Robina's skull. Kaylyn cuts her off, catching her in mid-air and bringing her back to the canvas with a Neckbreaker. Robina does the honours of kicking her out of the ring, leaving the two dastardly women to set Amy Zing up for an impromptu Doomsday Device, Kaylyn taking to the air as Robina does the (brief) heavy lifting. Faking concern, Robina then heads to the ref and gets him to his feet.
KJE has taken the cover in the meantime, and the ref dives to apply the count.
Harvey: I... can't believe what is happening here...
He gets to one, and then KJE is sent tumbling. Robina has thrown her off furiously, and drops to make the cover herself. The same ensues in reverse; and then all bets are off, as the heels stand and have a shouting match mid-ring, each maintaining that a) she's the legal woman and b) she DESERVES to take the win. It's easily long enough for Amy Zing to get to her feet, and for Shione to re-enter the ring. Each end up behind one of their opponents, Amy marking Kaylyn as Shione marks Robina. They signal to one another, share a smile and a grin, then strike.
Harvey: What a turnaround!
Chase: Oh, come on! Really?!
Amy springs off Kaylyn Evans' shoulders, executing a full flip before she comes down with a spinning Ace Crusher-type manuever, planting the Perfect Ten's face into the canvas. Meanwhile, Shione has a startled Robina Hood up for a brutal Backdrop Driver, stepping backwards before she completes it – returning the earlier favour into the turnbuckle. Both women are down hard, but the Crashing Wave pauses to roll an insensible Hood from the ring, whilst Amy grabs KJE by the head and gets her first to her knees, then to her feet.
She hits a storming flurry of kicks, ending with a jumping, spinning Back Kick that sends Kaylyn staggering right into the ready arms of Shione, who immediately hauls her overhead in a show of strength and applies her Wave Rider (torture rack). Amy plays briefly to the crowd as Kaylyn struggles, then dashes past her partner and mounts the turnbuckle in a fluid leap, turning with arms outflung in preparation to fly.
Crunch! Shione flips Kaylyn off of her shoulders, and down into a kneeling Backbreaker, rising back to her feet just as Amy Zing takes off, landing upon her partner's shoulders and holding that position just long enough for the 'oohs' and 'ahhs' and other collected cheers; then she takes off with added oomph, twisting and turning as she flips through the air like the namesake bird to land her Phoenixsault right across the grounded KJE!
Amy holds on for the pin, as Shione hits the ropes and takes off, hurdling the ropes to catch a recovering Robina Hood on the outside with a Missile Dropkick to the chest – one that blows her right into the steel barrier.
In the ring, the ref applies the count:
1
.
.
.
2
.
.
.
THREE!
Winners: Amy Zing & Shione Ōshima Harvey: An astonishingly well-won victory for these two young women...Chase: Huh. I don't really know what to say, except: Harv, do you think they'll have noodles to celebrate?Harvey: I... I think celebrations ARE in order. Heading toward One Night in Hell, the North American Champion has proven her dominance over not only two of her three opponents, but has shown she can work together with the third to defeat them; that's the kind of calibre that only a champion can have, Johnny.Chase: Whatever. I don't see the big deal. Won't Shione just stab her in the back? Amy hasn't beaten her.Harvey: Somehow I doubt it – they've both said they are firm friends, and they worked together well. But anything could happen. That's the beauty of this business, and it's where our fine company excels; you never know WHAT to expect in APW. There were people who firmly believed that the combined force of Kaylyn James Evans and Robina Hood was unbeatable tonight, and you could make an argument for any of these women going forward...Chase: I could make an argument for two of them! The ones who can wrestle!Harvey: But the fact remains; the momentum now belongs to Amy Zing and Shione Ōshima.Chase: For now...Backstage, AC Smith is on standby just minutes away from his singles match with Nathaniel Havok when he is approached by both Felipe DeLorean and Johnny Rebel. Felipe DeLorean does the talking while Johnny Rebel crosses his arms and stares down AC Smith in attempt to intimidate the APW Xtreme Champion. Felipe DeLorean: AC Smith, the great APW Xtreme Champion! I mean, honestly – has there been anyone greater to have held that title and dominate the division like you have? AC Smith looks past Felipe DeLorean and right at Johnny Rebel, who’s still glaring him down. AC Smith: No, I don't think so. Though, after Johnny Rebel has finally exhausted his APW world title aspirations, he’s free to come on down and try his luck with me, any day.The Original Sindicate front man waves his hands back and forth trying to make it clear that he isn't trying to pick a fight with him even despite Johnny Rebel’s aggressive posture. Felipe DeLorean: There is no need for any of that, Mr. Smith. Both I and Johnny Rebel have come to the conclusion that you are one of the best men for the job. You have cornered the market on hardcore wrestling and the valuable portion of fans that enjoy that sort of product. Unlike everyone else on the roster, we acknowledge your importance to this brand and the business itself. Indeed, while you might not take the most brutal approach in your matches your experience in the field can aide us in our fight greatly…AC Smith: You’re offering me a spot in The Original Sindicate? I don’t want to get ahead of ourselves but at least you had the guts to do it face to face rather than cryptically tossing me t-shirts like I was on a college campus or something.Felipe DeLorean grinned ear to ear. Felipe DeLorean: We understand why you maybe apprehensive after watching the failure of The League and it’s implosion before it even began but we are much different. You know how I run business, Mr. Smith. Think about what I have done for the careers of both Level-One and Terry Marvin, whom wield the top titles of their respective brands to this very day…AC Smith casually looks down at his Xtreme Championship already feeling pretty damn accomplished himself. AC Smith: Fair enough, your leadership and ability to provide results are to be applauded but it’s your methods of achieving all that is where I have a problem. Felipe DeLorean: The ends always justify the means, Mr. Smith.AC Smith looks at both Felipe DeLorean and Johnny Rebel before nodding his head side to side as he grabs his title and hands it off to Felipe DeLorean. AC Smith: I want you take a good, hard, long look at that title right there and realize that neither of you has done anything to attribute to my success. Everything I have done so far has been on my own and joining up with you two benefits the both of you far more than it does me. Sure, I may not be in the mix for the biggest feuds or get the most camera time but maybe I've learnt to like it that way. Finally, Johnny Rebel speaks up. Johnny Rebel: Listen you ungrateful punk, we might not have been there when you won that tin can but you can bet your bottom dollar that we have the means to ensure that you don’t walk away with it. This is not a battle you want to fight.AC Smith grabs the Xtreme Championship title from Felipe DeLorean and hands it off to Johnny Rebel – feeling as confident as ever. AC Smith: Your threats aren't going to faze me, Johnny. If you really feel that way, we can head on over to President Jeff’s office and have this match put down on paper and that title is all yours… if you can beat me for it.Johnny Rebel snarls as he throws the title into the arms of AC Smith. Johnny Rebel: You don’t understand the implications of what we’re saying, do you? Fool.Felipe DeLorean steps in front of Johnny Rebel heading him off from getting into a physical confrontation with AC Smith. Felipe DeLorean: You've made your decision and it wasn't a wise one, Mr. Smith. For every champion out there, there is also a contender wanting to take that title from his or hers grasps – if you have no interest on gaining leverage for both yourself and the well being of your career than I'm sure we'll have no trouble finding *someone* who does.Johnny Rebel: In so many words, maybe you can start proving yourself as useful by telling us where we can find Leon Roberts? In the background, AC Smith’s music begins to play as a stage hand signals for his cue. AC Smith props the Xtreme title championship around his shoulder and turns his back on The Original Sindicate. AC Smith: After I’m done with him, you can probably somewhere underneath my boot. In the meantime, enjoy your little treasure hunt.AC Smith walks off leaving Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean seething in anger
|
|
|
|
Post by President Jeff on Sept 26, 2013 20:01:08 GMT -4
Paige: This next contest is for one fall. Introducing first...!“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: From the Underworld, and weighing two hundred. forty two pounds... 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: I don't LIKE this guy, but I kinda admire him. You know he feels no pain, Harv?Harvey: I'm sure that is not true. He may be very good at hiding it, Johnny, but everybody feels pain.Paige: And his opponent...The lights in the area quickly cut out. The fans are abuzz, and the electricity in the air is met with one lyric. “ALL OF THE LIGHTS” Fireworks go off in time with the bass to the song as a large, dark silhouette appears on the stage. It stands still as a statue as the music continues and the capacity crowd cheers its collective heart out. Paige: From New York City! Weighing 275 pounds...THE BIG APPLE ASSKICKER, A.C. SMITH!!!!!The lights slowly come back on around the building, and only now does the big man move down the aisle. He confidently surveys the scene around him and touches the outstretched hands of fans as the chorus kicks in. “Turn up the lights in here, baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Turn up the lights in here, baby You know what I need Want you to see everything Want you to see all of the liiiiights” Smith soaks in the admiration as he pauses just for a moment at the ringside steps. However, the multiple-time world champion quickly pops up to the apron, runs to the opposite turnbuckle, and poses atop it to more cheers from the crowd. After a few seconds, Smith pivots and jumps down to the ring, where he begins to loosen up for his upcoming match. Chase: A.C. Smith definitely feels pain. Did he see how he lost to an ugly monkey the other week?Harvey: I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about...
Non-Title Match
Nathaniel Havok vs. A.C. Smith
The bell rings, and Smith bounces from foot to foot, looking wary but confident as Havok steps in and asks for a test of strength with the bigger man. The crowd pops, and Smith is all but forced to take it – doing so with obvious good cheer, and swiftly gaining the upper hand, forcing his opponent back, back, back--
Harvey: Tremendous strength from A.C. Smith, and Havok may have made a mistake here...
And Havok suddenly brings up his knees, dropping onto his back to force Smith's chest into a violent collision. Slipping his hands free as Smith bounces off, he gets to his feet and stretches out his limbs, tossing the recovering champ a grin. Smith's mouth is a grim line as he stands, only growing grimmer as he finds Havok offering him a handshake. Another ripples runs through the arena courtesy of the crowd, and Havok 'crosses his heart'. Smith reaches out, and takes it.
Chase: Yes! Trick him again!
Harvey: Not everybody is so low-down and dirty as you are, Johnny.
They shake, then part ways to a resounding cheer, circling one another before locking up again. This time it's Havok who comes out on top, seizing a Wristlock and then slamming a kick up into the elbow joint. Smith staggers in pain, and Havok steps in to seize a Headlock, wrenching it in a few times before taking the Xtreme Champion down with a Snapmare. He hits the ropes, going for a Dropkick to the back, but Smith rolls clear at the last moment!
Harvey: Showing great ring presence, the champion.
Chase: He got lucky! If he'd moved the other way...
The Big Apple Asskicker fights back into the match with a series of hard chops to the chest, lighting Havok up as he drives him back into the corner. One final, huge chop gets the obligatory 'WOOOOO!' and Smith pauses to crack his knuckles, then catches the staggered Havok with a punch to the gut, doubling him over – easy for the grab, the spin, and a big Gutwrench Powerbomb to the centre of the ring. He goes for the pin.
Chase: Please. He'll just ENJOY that!
1 . . . 2 . Kickout by Nathaniel Havok!
Havok POWERS back to his feet, laying in with rapid-fire punches that force Smith to cover up. He's about to step in and whip out something bigger, when A.C. Abruptly recovers – dropping his arms around Havok's waist, then leaning back to toss him clear with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Havok almost lands on the corner turnbuckle, going down in a tangle of limbs and getting up rather more slowly this time. Smith takes the opportunity for a breather, stalking a half-circle around his opponent, flicking out his ankles and wrists. They lock up again, and Smith seizes the day with a Forearm Smash and then a Shoulder Breaker, picking Havok up thereafter for another Powerbomb that rattles the ring ropes.
Harvey: Smith is not playing, here. He means to end this match as quickly as he can.
Chase: You're saying he's a coward, Harv?
1 . . . 2 . . Kickout by Nathaniel Havok!
Havok finds his feet almost simultaneously with Smith, letting out a hoarse yell as he tries for a close-range Headbutt. Smith blocks it with an arm, twisting Havok around and getting him into a Dragon Sleeper.
"ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!"
The crowd cheer along with the Police Lineup, before Smith nails the culminating elbow, dropping Nathaniel Havok to the canvas. The fans are chanting loudly for Smith now, and a few seem to be egging him toward the high rent district. He takes a step toward the turnbuckle, gesturing at it and scratching his head. He smiles, and seems about to take to the top rope-- when he suddenly pushes off and instead lands a grounded Double Axe Handle to Havok. He picks the Enforcer of Sorrow up following the blow, measuring him for another Forearm Smash, stunning him, then hitting the ropes...
Harvey: Lariat!
Chase: Nope!
An attempted lariat from Smith is ducked by a dizzy Havok, who seems almost drunk as he weaves around and comes with a massive, sloppy haymaker. It catches Smith regardless – he was wide open – and a fiercely grinning Havok seems to recover his wits, going for a Spinning Wheel Kick to take the big man down. A portion of the crowd is chanting for him, now, and the Enforcer takes to the top rope at their bidding, his grin back and borderline-deranged as he climbs. Smith is just getting to his feet when Havok comes down with a flying Front Dropkick.
Harvey: He blocked it! Such is the acumen and experience of A.C. Smith, that he saw it coming!
The Big Apple Asskicker is forced back to his knees following his quick defense, getting up more slowly now and finding Havok turning to face him. They end up trading punches, hammering each other back and forth across the ring with neither able to gain a convincing upper hand for a full minute. It's – perhaps predictably – Smith who finally does, seizing an outflung arm and draping Havok across his shoulders for a Samoan Drop, going straight for the pin.
1 . . . 2 . . . Kickout by Nathaniel Havok!
Harvey: That was dangerously close. He won't be pleased with that.
Smith is up to his feet first, but he's quickly caught by an ankle. Havok wrenches hard on the limb, finally actually able to topple Smith and mount him – straddling his chest as he lays in a thick barrage of heavy punches. Smith weathers the storm, but Havok's able to end it with a headlock, draping his body over Smith's as he cranks pressure against the back of the neck. It's an awkward position, though; A.C. Smith is able to buck his way out of it, both men spinning back to their feet simultaneously-- and then, as one, going for a pair of low Flying Clotheslines!
Chase: Ouch. I don't know who got hurt more or less there!
Wham. Both men hit the canvas on their backs. Both rise to their feet, Havok grinning but Smith just seeming utterly focused. They circle briefly, then lock up-- and Havok takes the edge, bringing a knee up to double Smith over and then goes for a DDT. Smith blocks it, fights back, and grips the waist, able to counter with a Northern Lights Suplex!
1 . . . 2 . Kickout by Nathaniel Havok!
Harvey: He may be on the receiving end of a lot of pinning attempts, but Nathaniel Havok will not submit.
Chase: He's a tough customer, Harv. I reckon Smith's underestimated him!
Up again, and locking up again – but Smith is more than ready now, getting Havok with a Body Slam, then hitting the ropes to catch him when he rises with multiple running Lariats; every time the Enforcer of Sorrow gets up, he's quickly brought down again. He blocks an attempted Lariat at last; but Smith POWERS through, turning it into a running clothesline reminiscent of a bulldozer, yelling and plowing Havok clean over the top rope. Smith takes a quick breather before following him out, Nathaniel Havok still wiped out on the floor when he drops to ringside.
Smith pauses just briefly to bash knuckles with a fan, tossing him a friendly smile before he bends to the stunned Havok. The crowd is once more fully on the Big Apple Asskicker's side, and only the moreso when he delivers an horrific Slingshot Suplex right across the barrier, Havok's chin rattling off hard, cold steel. Smith pauses after the move, turning to soak in the appreciation of his fans before rolling up into the ring.
Chase: Does A.C. Smith think he's better than EVERYONE?
Harvey: I'm he believes he can BEAT anybody; that's what a champion has to do, Johnny.
Chase: Pff, whatever. He's just a lunk with a big head.
The ref applies the count, getting to eight before Havok – still, somehow, smiling as if he's having the best day out – gets up and slides under the ropes himself. He rises quickly, and though Smith is ready he eats a few punches before he can fully close, Havok keeping him at bay long enough to go for another Spinning Wheel Kick. He arcs through the air--
And Smith catches him! Hefting the Enforcer of Sorrow up, he performs a Gorilla Press Slam, then hits the ropes HARD, rebounding at a rate of knots to finish his signature finisher – the namesake Big Apple Asskicker – with a massive splash!
1 . . . 2 . . . THREE!
Winner: A.C. Smith Harvey: Nathaniel Havok is a rough, tough competitor who seems to know no pain...Chase: But he lost. I can't believe it! I thought Smith would screw up for sure!Harvey: A.C. Smith is a man driven to perform at his best, and he showed that here tonight; though definitely challenged, he passed this one with the ease of a consummate professional. Just weeks away from One Night in Hell, he is looking dangerous; a fine-tuned machine that I can see very few men able to compete against.Chase: Is Leon Roberts one of them?Harvey: We will have to wait and see. Tonight, at least, the Xtreme Champion has shown us just why he is.In a backstage locker room Atlas Adams is reflecting on his new found wrestling career under the Action Packed Wrestling banner. Although he was victorious in his debut match - there were people he had to leave behind in order to make it all possible. In his hand he holds a teddy bear wearing a shirt that says; ''I love you'' - presumably a gift from his daughter Athena but Atlas Adams didn't feel right about it. Atlas Adams: Nice, I haven't even been here for a full night and I'm already being ribbed by the other APW Mega Stars around here, I guess it isn't a whole lot different from my days in the military.Atlas Adams sighs as he looks at the teddy bear more closely. Suspicious of the unidentified gift his intuition gets the best of him as he rips off the teddy bears head. Inside it's stuffing, he discovers an audio transmitter and speaks into it. Atlas Adams: Is this the NSA?Atlas Adams asks, he's annoyed but manages to keep his cool as he patiently waits for a response on the other end. ''Hello Mr. Atlas''Atlas Adams raises an eyebrow - perhaps he wasn't sure he'd actually get a response in return. ''My name is Felipe DeLorean. If it is unfamiliar to you, I excuse your ignorance though I'd strongly recommend brushing up on your history around here if that is the case.''Atlas Adams: Great; now I know the name of the guy who's been wiretapping me which I am pretty sure is illegal.Felipe DeLorean laughs over the transmitter. Felipe DeLorean: Forgive me. I never meant to offend but I assure you that President Jeff would have no problem with my actions - to the contrary, I'm sure he appreciates the vetting of his newest employees.Atlas Adams: So, you sent this to me on purpose? And here I was hoping that you had sent your gift off to the wrong locker room.Felipe DeLorean: Yes, you're catching on quick kid. I am impressed. It was my intention for you to find this device and I knew a man familiar with Special Ops would let his imagination get the best of him. It looks like my plan has worked out for the best of us.Atlas Adams smirked as he looked around the room and shrugged his shoulders. Atlas Adams: I don't know Felipe, it seems like you could have found me in the smallest locker room in the building and introduced yourself in person; why the need for all the smoke and mirrors? Honest men I know do not play those sorts of games.Felipe DeLorean: You're right, they don't. Look kid, my time is short. With the launch of the Original Sindicate there are staple names we need to get on board as soon as possible. This is where you come in.Atlas Adams: I don't know Felipe; I don't expect the name Atlas Adams being on any billboards anytime soon.Felipe DeLorean: Humble, are we? That may be the case but we can help make that happen quicker. The Original Sindicate is going to be a powerhouse faction and by surrounding yourself with the top draws in the business, you're sure to get a good rub. That's experience that you can't learn by hitting pull ups in a gym.Atlas Adams didn't respond right away. He was caught off guard. He didn't expect all this to happen on the first night of the job; it was surreal. Atlas Adams: Well, I appreciate the offer Mr. DeLorean but the only men I can trust are the ones who served with me on the front lines. I am afraid I am going to have to decline.Felipe DeLorean: Unfortunate.Within seconds of Felipe DeLoreans last word, Atlas Adams door is kicked in and simply put Johnny Rebel comes storming through the door like he owned the place. Johnny Rebel: So, I heard you were looking for a face to face conversation. I like those.Atlas Adams springs to his feet ready to defend himself when realizes that Johnny Rebel poses no real threat. Atlas Adams: What do you want?Johnny Rebel: I'm here on the behalf of The Original Sindicate. Atlas, you have been given a very generous offer and I suggest that you make the most of it. I know you weren't around last week but the last person to turn down our offer almost had his favorite stripper’s neck broken.Atlas Adams: Almost, meaning - you didn't get the job done?Johnny Rebel feels the burn, as he grits his teeth and points his index finger into the face of Atlas Adams. Johnny Rebel: Listen kid, it isn't every day that a stable like this approaches the new guy in town. This is your meal ticket to the big time and you'd be an idiot to turn it down. If your goal is to meddle around in the lower portion of the cards I will be headlining than by all means we can go our separate ways.Atlas Adams: I'm listening.Johnny Rebel: ... but if you want the fast life, the big matches, the big feuds and the big titles than there is no better way to do it then putting your career into the hands of Felipe DeLorean. I mean, look at what he's done for me?Atlas Adams nods his head along, seemingly agreeing with Johnny Rebel. Atlas Adams: You know? Maybe you're right. If I join up with you, I'm convinced that it would do wonders for my career...Johnny Rebel: So, that's a yes...Atlas Adams smiles and shakes his head side to side. Atlas Adams: I am afraid not, Johnny. I am the type of guy who loves to embrace a good grind. I am not in a rush to main event the show or to win the brands biggest title. I believe that only comes by putting hard work into the gym and seeing results; not by bribes and pay offs. I will get my shot when I am ready for it.Johnny Rebel: You're full of crap and you have no proof! I never took any bribes or anything of the sort and you can't prove it!Atlas Adams: I never said you did, Johnny. Frustrated, Johnny Rebel has decided he's heard enough and violently shoves Atlas Adams away from him. Johnny Rebel: You're going to regret this kid.Atlas Adams snarls as he picks up the transmitter and tosses it at Johnny Rebel's feet, clearly displeased by the entire process. Atlas Adams: Tell your boss that this didn't work out for you. Enjoy your night, Mr. Rebel.Johnny Rebel slams the door shut leaving Atlas Adams to reflect on his first night on the job; he couldn't hold back his smile, hell he could hardly wait for what was in store for him next week.
|
|
|
|
Post by President Jeff on Sept 26, 2013 20:01:42 GMT -4
Synndicate Inc in conjunction with Action Packed Wrestling presents the greatest energy drink since the inception of Donkey Punch...
SAINTS FLOW!
‘’…because there is a SAINT in ALL of us!’’ Outside the arena, a limo pulls up by the curb. Late to work, the APW world heavyweight champion steps out in tow with the beautiful LeWinter sisters. Reminisce of Level-One's Hollywood status era he's hounded by paparazzi and reporters hounding him about the success of his new energy drink Saints Flow. The security manages to stave off most of the scavengers but Cindy Shannon manages to sneak her way through. Cindy Shannon: Level-One, a quick question please!?The Synndicate paces forward but Level-One gives a nod of acknowledgement to Cindy Shannon who desperately tries to keep up but is ultimately swept up as just another face in the swarm of reporters. He slips into the building safely much to his relief but is immediately thrown back into business. Violet LeWinter: Lester, nobody could predict the success of this new energy drink. The hype is crazy, hell - Johnny Rebel even tried it out in his last promo and he's pretty much our biggest rival.Kia LeWinter: He spat it out and said it tasted like shit.Violet LeWinter: Yeah and now it's known as the drink Johnny Rebel hates and that only makes people want to drink it even more; hell, it's more of a testimonial out of him than we could possibly ask for.Level-One trudges forward through the backstage corridors. Level-One: What's the status on the production line? Last I heard, we were falling behind and production couldn't meet the demand.Violet LeWinter: They're working on it but it doesn't look like we're going to meet those demands until the middle of next week. These things are flying off the shelf right now.Level-One nodded his head. Level-One: You know President Jeff is going to flip his shit if I don't get ready for my match in time...Kia LeWinter: Business calls, Lester.The three enter the backstage area where they are met by their fourth member, Kaylyn James Evans who looks worn down from her match earlier in the night. Kaylyn Evans: Finally you're here. Lester, I wanted to talk to you about something. Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean have been running around here all night trying to recruit members for their Original Sindicate.Level-One: Yeah, tell me something I don't know...Level-One tries to continue on past but Kaylyn James Evans puts a hand on his chest stopping him dead in his tracks forcing him to listen to her. Kaylyn Evans: This is serious Lester. From what I understand - nobody is on board yet but after last week, I am worried about what they have planned. Level-One: Why? We saw how well Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean's plan worked out for them last week. I am not concerned about Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean's reunion tour or their battle against relevancy. You giving them all this attention – especially yours - is exactly what those two want. Kaylyn James Evans closes her eyes and shakes her head side to side. Kaylyn Evans: Lester, I am coming out there with you. I know you want to do this alone but in between The Black Hand and The Sindicate it's too dangerous. Level-One sighs. Level-One: No you're not, Kaylyn. I saw what Johnny Rebel tried to do to you last week and I am not going to throw you into harm’s way again. You've had to take the brunt of all my problems since you came to Overdrive and I am not going to be responsible for it.Kaylyn Evans: So you see me as some type of liability?Level-One: No, I see you as a friend that I am not going to use as a meat shield. They know the easiest way to get to me is by getting through to you; I'd be selfish if I let you come out there tonight.Kaylyn Evans: We're a stable, Lester. We're in this together!Violet LeWinter and Kia LeWinter grab both of Kaylyn James Evans wrists - letting her know that they don't want her to go anywhere. Level-One: This battle is my own, Kaylyn.He turns around and walks off leaving Kaylyn James Evans behind with the LeWinter sisters, Kaylyn Evans pleads with them to let her go but under the orders of Level-One they maintain his wish for them to stay behind. Eventually, Kaylyn Evans gives in and the ladies walk off until they are out of the camera's distance and the scene backstage fades. |
|
|
|
Post by President Jeff on Sept 26, 2013 20:02:18 GMT -4
Coming back from commercial Shane West is in the back with NewGen Rising. Savage and Hollywood stand on either side of Shane West. West:”On Sunday’s Asylum The Unforgiven announced the stipulation for One Night In Hell. A Japanese Death Match under tornado tag rules. What are your thoughts about this?”Jace: ”First off let me say this, Zachariah Blood came onto my show and pulled out a win. That happened to be a name your stipulation match. Now the stipulation is a Japanese death match. What they don’t understand is nothing is going to stop us from taking the tag team titles. It doesn’t matter who is in the match or what it is. NewGen Rising will come out on top with the gold."
West:”Tonight you take on the Space Cowboys. Brian you have a history with Gates, what is your game plan tonight?"
Hollywood smiles lightheartedly Brian: "Well I guess it's really no secret that Gates and I do have some history together. Of course, it's funny that you mention that Mr. West. The game plan? It's like you are expecting I already have something in mind for tonight."
West: "Well..don't you?"
Again Hollywood just smiles at Shane without saying too much. Hollywood's smile alone can be worth a thousand words. Brian: "You let me worry about what I've got planned for tonight. You should know better by now Mr West that I don't just merely waltz around and just announcing all my plans for everyone's information like it's happy hour at Freddy's. No, it doesn't work that way with yours truly, Mr Executive himself, Brian Hollywood. You'll find out soon enough. As for Gates and I's history? Let's just say we didn't have any ring time against each other but more that it was from an Executive standpoint and him knowing what I can be all about. I think it's rather fascinating that our paths finally cross in the ring. Now Gates can finally find out for himself if he can take on yours truly, Mr Executive himself, Brian Hollywood. I actually am looking quite forward to facing Mr Gates. I know he's feeling worried though and that he has a lot on his mind. As he should. I guess were about to find out huh?"
Jace smiles and pats Hollywood on the back. Jace: "I may not have much with Gates, but I think it's a fine opportunity that we get to face both Gates and Biggs."
Hollywood nods his head as he gets more serious with West. Brian: "Oh yes, speaking of opportunities, I think it's funny that NewGen will also be going up against the Unforgiven for the APW Tag Team Championships. Blood, Sentinel, do you guys actually find it coincidental that I just happen to stroll back into your paths for a shot at tag team gold? Wasn't it the two of you that thought I was a pile of nothing? If I remember right, I already beat you two in a match. Jace and I being in this match is no accident. I just wanted you guys to have a fair warning before you guys get tripped up with other surprises. Trust me, things will be springing up but as for where the cards truly fall, that's where I will have a hand in its fate. Don't be surprised, though, you two. Deep down, I know you saw this coming. If you didn't, well than I'm just glad you haven't been updated on who your going to be dealing with. I already know you didn't give a shit about me or who I was when I first stepped into APW. So I'm not really worried about you having any knowledge on what I have done or what I am capable of doing. I, mean, you could ask Mr Gates. He's seen it before. However, I think he may be too concentrated on "which" Hollywood he's going to be dealing with tonight. Sorry can't help you on that one..but stay tuned! I know you guys will get...hooked really easily! As for tonight, I believe the NewGen have some business to attend to. So if you'll excuse us, we have work to do.."
Both Hollywood and Savage walk off before West can ask any more questions as he just stares in intrigue. Paige: The Following contest is scheduled for ONE Fall! Introducing first...From CHICAGO, ILLINOIS! He is...#SIMPLY F'N PUT! A recorded voice comes over the loud speaker and "Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple blasts over the PA. Johnny Rebel comes out in a gold robe shimmering in the lights. "SIMPLY PUT" is written in silver on the back. His blonde goatee is neatly trimmed and blonde hair is freshly cut; his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. Paige: JOHNNY RRRREEEBBBEELL!!#IT'S TIME TO PAY THE PRICE! The crowd has come unglued in their hatred for Rebel. He gets to the ring and pulls a camera man down to the ground and on all fours as Rebel uses him as a stepping stone to get in the ring. He takes off his robe to reveal his gold tights and tasseled white boots. He poses on the second turnbuckle with both hands held high. Paige: And his Opponent, a Member of The Black Hand. He is "THE MAD MAN" CHRIS MAAAADISSOON!!!The guitar solo of "Viking Death March" by Billy Talent begins to play as the lights fade to black. The video screens are taken over by a familiar white snowy picture. The drums join into the song as a white strobe light effect illuminates the entrance area. HEY! Chris Madison walks through the entrance area with his head down. He stops walking as he makes it to the foot of the entrance ramp as the lights come back on. He shrugs his shoulders and then throws a few shadow jabs and uppercuts. He stops and tilts his head back, outstretching his arms horizontally with his palms up in the air. Down, Let's Take It Down
Raise Up Their Heads On A Stake
We Will Show No Mercy
On Evolutions Mistake! Madison lowers his head and gazes into the crowd with his cocky smile. He marches down to the ring banging his head to the music and arrogantly ignores all of the fans attempts to put a hand on the Madman. He hops onto the apron and climbs to the second rope in the nearest corner. He looks out and points to the fans while dragging his other thumb across his throat in a slashing motion as the chorus hits. Crosses Still Burn, Axes Still Fall
And Down On Your Knees You Just Don't Look So Tall! Crosses Still Burn, Axes Still Fall
And Down On Your Knees You Just Don't Look So Tall! Madison jumps over the top rope and lands in the ring. He pounds his chest and slaps himself in the face before letting out a roar. Chase: Both of these men have all the talent in the world. Rebel a sure fire Hall of Famer and former General Manager is back and he has World Title aspirations!Harvey: Chris Madison is an athlete, he's a brawler, wrestler, he is what this business was made to showcase and this is a quality match right here anyway you look at it.Johnny Rebel Vs. Chris Madison
With both having said what they wanted to say to each other over the past week, the two men mean nothing but business as they step to the center of the ring. The referee hurries to signal for the bell as the two men just walk into an aggressive lock up grapple. Rebel lifts a knee to break the grapple and snatches Madison into a front Headlock. Quickly acting, Madison cranks the arm of Rebel and twists it behind him as he gets free of the headlock and gets into a back arm lock on Rebel. Throwing back an elbow, Rebel connects to Madison's head a few times before Madison loosens the arm lock and shoves Rebel forward.
Like a halfback in the NFL, Rebel springs off his footing and spins around diving at Madison with a Running Clothesline. Madison hits the canvas and pops right back up as Johnny Rebel comes in again with a clubbing blow to Madison's back sending him stumbling forward. Madison grabs hold of the ropes to stop his forward progress and turns to see Rebel rushing at him. Madison drops a shoulder and lifts the incoming Rebel, sending him over the ropes. Rebel hooks the top rope and lands safely on the ring apron outside the ropes. Chris Madison twirls around and immediately swings a Middle Kick through the ropes, connecting to Rebel's ribs.
Chase: Good gracious! These two are not giving each other room to breath!!
Harvey: Both of them have something to fight for. Madison wants to show he's New to APW but not new to competing at big levels and Rebel, he wants to engrave his name in APW as a World Champion. Nothing wrong with either but only one of them can walk out of this match as the victor!
A right hand to Rebel's jaw and "Simply F'N Put" slumps over the top of the ropes. Madison turns at an angle and rushes the near turnbuckles. He runs up the ropes, leaping from the right to the left before spring boarding off the right side of the turnbuckle and twisting at Rebel to connect with a Shining Wizard but Rebel shove blocks the incoming knee and Madison straddles the top rope. The fans "Ohhh" and "Ahhh" as Johnny Rebel pulls Madison across his shoulders as he remains standing on the ring apron. Rebel then grins before leaping back to the outside and slamming Madison into the ring side floors with a vicious Samoan Drop. The crowd erupts with "Pyhä paska"!
PYHÄ PASKA!
PYHÄ PASKA!
PYHÄ PASKA!
Harvey: They're chanting Holy Shit in Finnish right now! I love how every country, every Language knows great Entertainment! ACTION PACKED!!
Chase: How do you say my name in Finnish? Since you know oh so well..?
Harvey: Typerä idiootti (Stupid Moron)..Yeah that's about it!
Chase: Typerä idiootti huh? I am Typerä idiootti and I LOVE THIS MATCH!!
Upon impact, Rebel took a bump as well and is holding his lower back as he rises off the ring floor mats. Madison has pain written all over his face as the crowd is still hyped up from the spot. Rebel looks down at Madison and then up at the referee as he gets to the count of 6. Rebel rolls into the ring under the ropes and seems to be looking for the Count Out victory. The referee slowly goes forward and counts the 7 just as Chris Madison begins to move around.
Chase: See? Rebel has his eyes on World Titles not competing tooth and nail with rookies to this Company!
Near the Announcer's table, Chris Madison hears the words of Johnny Chase and as he rises at the count of 8, Madison reaches over and slaps the headset off Chase, almost knocking him off his comfortable chair. Madison doesn't waste anymore time as he turns and jolts for the ring. The referee gets to 9 and halfway to 10 when he dive slides into the ring under the bottom ropes. Johnny Rebel quickly to start stomping into him as Madison lays on his stomach trying to return to his feet. The commotion at the Announcers table has the fans roaring in cheers and celebration like all of them have heard Chase's mouth run before.
Harvey: I don't think calling him a Rookie helped any..
Chase: I like that guy! Such spunk and determination! He proved me wrong, let's go Chris Madison! YEAH!!
Fighting to get up off his hands and knees, Madison pushes up but Johnny Rebel pulls him in and goes for his Finisher, "The Putdown" but Madison drops again and crawls through Rebel's legs and sprints up to his feet into a rush. He jumps, springs off the ropes and as he turns in a twist back at Rebel, Chris Madison grabs and locks in a Tornado DDT but as it implants Rebel into the canvas, Madison converts the move into a Guillotine Choke and locks his legs around Rebel's waist. The fans surprised starting clapping for the athletic showdown they're getting in this match. Rebel stretches out in shock trying to find a way to escape the submission as the referee gets down to check on him.
Chase: WHAT A MOVE! Chris Madison is taking it to Rebel! He could tap here, Madison could beat the APW Veteran!!
Harvey: And what a turnaround from Johnny Chase! Doubting, degrading that man but when he slaps your eyes crooked you like him? Wow..you are a Sidekick..
In a crawling position, Johnny Rebel still has himself locked in a Guillotine by Madison. He moves inches in a slow pace, carrying Madison as he hangs from both Rebel's neck and waist to keep the submission locked in tight. Rebel drops, trying to break the submission with a short slam. It doesn't work. His struggle looks to begin to fade as he goes for one last attempt and slowly begins to stand up. The fans rise in cheer and excitement as Rebel gets to his feet, almost falling again as he stands. Madison stuck to the front of him as Rebel's neck bends forward tightly. Rebel pushes Madison as far away from him as he can trying to break the hold.
Madison feels Rebel lifting to slam him so Madison releases the leg lock, drops to his feet and goes to lift Rebel with another conversion of moves, this time into a Suplex of sorts. Rebel blocks the suplex lift and rips Madison with his own Suplex and the crowd is clearly loving the back and forth these two are having.
The referee jumps back from his own surprise as both men lay on the canvas of the ring. Rebel holding his neck from the guillotine and Madison feeling the pains of the suplex and the samoan drop from earlier. Madison slowly gets up as does Rebel and the two come in for another go at the other, Rebel gets the advantage and drives a knee into Madison's gut. He grabs Madison at the waist and lifts him, hitting him hard with a Gutwrench Powerbomb. Rebel keeps standing and doesn't fall with the bomb but wobbles and tilts to the side, falling into the ropes as Madison impacts into the ring.
Harvey: Rebel is smart working the back of Madison right now, that off the apron Samoan Drop really did some damage. Wait..What's he doing now?!
Chase: High Risk! No risk, no reward!!
Pulling the rope that he's leaning against, Rebel drags himself to the nearby corner and puts his back to the turnbuckles. He props himself up onto the second pad and leaps off, soaring across the empty space between him and Chris Madison. He lands hard into Madison's chest with a roaring Elbow drop and lays over him for a pin. The referee hurries to drop, slapping the mat as fast as his hand can hit the canvas.
1
.
.
.
.
.
.
2
.
.
.
Kickout..
Harvey: So close! I thought he had it there, I really did!
As he rises, Rebel pulls Chris Madison up with him. He chops back into Madison's chest with a Knife Edge and it sparks Madison up with a second wind and he returns the chop to Rebel's chest. Rebel gives another, Madison returns it again. Madison spins and hits a Spinning Backfist and stumbles Rebel back but he comes at Madison hard and open palm slaps him into the center of his chest. The slap echos throughout the arena as Madison hugs his chest and turns, almost bent over. Storming over to Madison, Rebel pulls him straight and once again comes down with another huge Open Palm slap to his chest.
Madison screams out with a yelp as he goes back to hugging his chest. As Rebel grabs him to keep control, Madison rises at him with a Thrusting Elbow blast to the face. He hits another and begins driving elbows into the face of Rebel. Shoving Madison back, Rebel snaps for a Superkick but Madison catches it and spins it to the side, "The Madman" hits the ropes as Rebel circles around and as they face each other again, Madison flies off his feet to hit a Running Yakuza Kick. The fans go quiet but their appreciation shows with a round of applause for the Action.
Chase: MORRRTAL KOMBAT! FINNISH HIM! Haha..Get it? FINNISH..
Harvey: *Yawn*
Chase: You suck..That's funny!
With a new energy, Madison is right back up to his feet as Johnny Rebel groggily gets back to his but Madison goes to grab him and Rebel bursts out of the grapple with an Eye Gouge the referee didn't see and the fans boo out having seen it themselves. Pulling Madison's head down, Rebel hooks the arms and sets up for his Finisher, "The Putdown" and people get to their feet as Rebel drops it and plants Madison into the canvas face first. He rolls him over onto his back and lays along him for the pin.
1
.
.
.
.
.
2
.
.
.
.
.
3!! Excited fans cheer, some booing as "Smoke On The Water" plays and Johnny Rebel rises to his feet victorious against Chris Madison. He doesn't look surprised but confident in his victory. As the referee grabs his wrist and raises it in victory, Nikki Paige makes it official. Paige: Winner by Pinfall..."SIMPLY PUT" JOHHNNY RRREEBBEELL!!Harvey: What a victory, they went back and forth! Chris Madison fought like a Champion, he fought a tough and battle tested competition against an APW Veteran and showed he's not a typical APW Rookie. He has a VERY bright future here!Chase: It was a good match! If Madison shows that same spunk and heart in every match he will do some amazing things here or anywhere. He is truly a top bred talent!Rebel exits the ring and grunts at little pains as he heads to the back with his mind back on Level One and the World Heavyweight Championship, etching his career in APW one step at a time. |
|
|
|
Post by President Jeff on Sept 26, 2013 20:03:02 GMT -4
The scene opens up backstage in the locker room of C.J. Gates. Gates can be seen moving around the room, looking in his black duffel bag and in the lockers at the far end of the room. He pauses in the center, glancing around the room, shaking his head. A few moments later, the door to the hallway opens up and Biggs enters the room. Biggs: You ready? Our match is up next.C.J. Gates: Yeah, was just looking for something.Biggs: Your hat?Gates nods. Biggs: Are you sure you had it with you at the arena? Maybe you left it at the hotel.C.J. Gates: Maybe.Gates moves back to the lockers and takes another look. C.J. Gates: I swear I had it with me earlier today.Biggs: We'll look for it later, right now, we've got a match.Biggs exits the room and after taking one more glance around, Gates sighs and follows suit, closing the door behind him as the scene fades to ringside Paige: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!The fans cheer at the announcement, and cheer more as “Indestructible,” by Disturbed, plays as The NewGen Rising makes their way from the back. Brian Hollywood, and Jace Savage walk out onto the stage. The crowd cheers as they make their way to the ring. Paige: Making their way to the ring first, weighing in at a combined weight of 440 pounds, the team of Brian Hollywood and Jace Savage, NewGen Rising!Harvey: NewGen Rising are one of the two teams deemed #1 Contenders for the APW Tag Team Championships, and we found out this past Sunday that they will face The Dying Breed and The Unforgiven in a Texas Tornado Japanese Death Match at One Night in Hell!Chase: That was a mouthful, for sure! Still, they get a heavy duty tune-up match here tonight against two former APW Undisputed Champions in the Space Cowboys!Each member goes to a different set of stairs, located at each corner of the ring. Both members walk up the stairs at the same time, They wipe their feet on the ring apron and climb in between the ropes. Hollywood and Jace go to opposite corners, the fans cheers more as they raise their arms, and play it up for the crowd. 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: And their opponents, making his way to the ring first, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 217 pounds, Biggs!Harvey: Tonight’s match is going to be interesting, because both teams are fan favorites! Also, this is the first time in a while that Biggs has not faced a member of The Black Hand in some shape or form. Still, you know that he and C.J. have to have The Black Hand in the back of their minds here tonight!Chase: Oh, without a doubt! I can’t wait to see how The Black Hand tries to stick it to the Space Cowboys here tonight!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. 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 "Go Big or Go Home" T-shirt, although he is missing his trademark white cowboy hat. 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. Paige: And his partner, weighing in at 215 pounds, from Fargo, North Dakota, C.J. Gates!Gates reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before springing to his feet and climbing the nearest turnbuckle. He points out at the fans one more time before raising his arms in the air to another loud chorus of cheers. As he pops off the turnbuckle, he gives Biggs a high five. They look to Hollywoood and Savage, and extend their hands out for handshakes. NewGen immediately obliges, and the two teams shake hands, drawing loud cheers from the fans! Harvey: You got to love it when you see good sportsmanship in that ring. It doesn’t happen often enough, if you ask me!Biggs and Savage leave the ring as the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING! Tag Team Match
New Gen Rising vs. The Space Cowboys
C.J. and Brian tie up in the middle of the ring, with C.J. getting the advantage. He backs Hollywood up into the ropes before shooting him across the ring and catching him with a Spinning Heel Kick on the rebound! C.J. goes to pull Brian up by the head, but he gives C.J. a hard shot to the midsection for his troubles, and gets to his feet, pulling C.J. up and in for a ring shaking Sideslam! Hollywood goes for an early cover, but doesn’t even get a one count!
Harvey: NewGen Rising is going to want to win this one quickly if they can. They are the #1 Contenders for the Tag Titles, but they are going up against two former APW Undisputed Champions in there.
Chase: The Space Cowboys may not be a permanent fixture in the tag team ranks, but C.J. and Biggs have worked together enough to know how they gel as a team. NewGen Rising cannot allow themselves to get to a point to where they’re just happy to be working with the Space Cowboys, they need to be in it to win it!
Inside the ring, Hollywood is pulling C.J. Gates up by the head, and gives him a few shots to the face before pulling him in for a Side Effect! He gets to his feet, and begins to deliver a series of rapid Standing Elbow Drops, not giving C.J. any chance to respond! Savage has his hand extended out for the tag, and Hollywood drags Ceej to his corner in order to tag Savage into the match! Jace comes in and pulls C.J. up to his feet, giving him a series of stiff kicks to the midsection, trying to knock the wind out of Gates. After about half-a-dozen kicks, Savage winds up for a Jumping Back Roundhouse, but C.J. ducks it, and rolls through to his corner, making the tag to Biggs! The Spaceman comes in, and almost immediately, he and Jace trade kicks, going back and forth! Biggs connects with a stinging Calf Kick, which causes Jace to shake his leg, trying to regain feeling. This opening gives Biggs the opportunity to run in and take Jace down with a Running Flying Forearm! Jace goes down, and as he pops back up, Biggs clocks him with the Flying Forearm again! The match continues at a breakneck pace, with both teams making frequent tags, and trading control of the match back and forth, back and forth! The fans are split, with dueling chants of “LET’S GO COWBOYS!” “NEWGEN RISING!” happening frequently throughout the match! About 15 minutes in, Jace and Biggs are both on the apron, trading blows. Jace gets the upperhand, and backs up a bit, before charging at Biggs with a Running Kick to the chest that sends him flying back first into the floor!
Chase: If wrestling doesn’t work out for Jace, he might want to look into becoming a Place Kicker in the NFL!
As Biggs begins to slowly compose himself on the floor mats, Jace mounts the top turnbuckle, motioning for Biggs to get to his feet! As Biggs does, Jace leaps off and catching him with a Diving Hurricanrana to the outside of the ring! The fans go absolutely nuts!
Harvey: I think NewGen Rising is showing everyone tonight that they do not care what the reputation is of their opponents, they will bring their A-Game each and every week!
The fans are still chanting “APW! APW!” as Jace gets to his feet and pulls Biggs up, rolling him into the ring and going for a cover. The ref makes the count, 1
.
.
.
2
.
.
.
Thre-NO! Biggs gets his shoulder up just in the nick of time! The match carries on, with Biggs on the receiving end of a NewGen Rising whupping. Jace and Brian tag each other in and out, making sure they stay fresh. When Jace is in the ring, the pace stays quick, while Brian tries to slow things down. Things look bleak for Biggs as Hollywood has him in a Boston Crab in the middle of the ring.
Chase: I don’t know how much more punishment Biggs can take in there! Brian Hollywood has that Boston Crab in deep, and he has it in deep in the exact middle of the ring!
C.J. has a concerned look on his face in the corner, and he begins to clap, prompting the fans to clap as well! As the fans pulling for the Space Cowboys begin to clap, the NewGen fans begin chanting “HOLLYWOOD! HOLLYWOOD!” With both men energized by their respective fan bases, Brian sits even deeper into Biggs’ back, but he leaves his leg open for Biggs to be able to reach up and gain leverage to reverse to Crab! Biggs has Hollywood on his belly, with his legs pulled back, and Biggs uses the position to float into a Grapevine Leglock! Hollywood screams out in pain, but uses his free leg to kick the hands of Biggs, forcing him to release the hold! Both men are slow to get up, but as they do, they both make their way to their respective corners, tagging in their partners! The fresh match-up of C.J. Gates and Jace Savage leads to a flurry of offense from both men, with Jace getting the upperhand! He whips C.J. into the corner, and runs at him, but C.J. jumps up, and catches him with a Sunset Flip out of the corner, pinning his shoulders to the mat, 1
.
.
.
2
.
.
.
Thr-Kick out from Jace! The match continues on as a potboiler for another 10 minutes or so, with The Space Cowboys largely retaining control during this stretch. At around the 26 minute mark, Biggs hits Jace with a Bigg Time, and goes for the cover! This draws Hollywood in to make the save, and C.J. to try and run interference! 1
.
.
.
2
.
.
.
Brian Hollywood breaks the count, and saves the match for his team, but eats a Running Dropkick from C.J. Gates! The force of the Dropkick is enough to send Hollywood rolling out of the ring beneath the bottom rope, and C.J. is quick to grab a hold of the top rope, nailing Brian with a Slingshot Plancha to the outside! This just leaves Biggs and Jace in the ring. Biggs is up first, and as Jace is to his feet, Biggs runs in and tries to set him up for the Spaced Out, but Jace twists his way out of it, giving Biggs a quick DDT! He then pops out onto the apron, and as Biggs rises to his feet, he pulls off a Springboard Block Buster, The Bank Roll! He covers Biggs, 1
.
.
.
C.J. tries to make a run at the ring, but Hollywood gets a hold of his foot
.
.
.
2
.
.
.
C.J. kicks off and lunges towards the ring,
.
.
.
3! DING! DING! DING!
Winners: NewGen Rising [/div] “Indestructible” hits the speakers once more, as Brian joins Jace in the middle of the ring! The ref raises both of their arms in victory! Paige: Here are your winners, by pinfall, NewGen Rising!C.J. is in the ring to check on Biggs, and as NewGen begins to leave the ring, Jace offers his hand to help Biggs up to his feet. The Spaceman accepts, and the Space Cowboys raise NewGen Risings arms once more, getting loud cheers from the fans! Harvey: That was a hard fought contest by both teams, but NewGen Rising pulls off what many may consider to be an upset, defeating C.J. Gates and Biggs here tonight! Still, another great sign of sportsmanship from both teams here tonight!Chase: I can guarantee you, Savage and Hollywood will not be getting the same show of respect from The Unforgiven at One Night in Hell. Dying Breed, maybe, but certainly not The Unforgiven!NewGen Rising leaves the ring to celebrate with the fans! CJ Gates and Biggs stand in the ring recouping from their hard fought tag team match against NewGen Rising when suddenly the sound of laughter breaks out over the PA system. A familiar voice is heard breaking that laughter with a terrible country accent… Voice: I reckon that be one of those ole barn burners! Gosh darn you boys looked good. Like a well oiled machine out there!Biggs and Gates turn their attention to the APW Action-Tron. The picture focuses in on an all to familiar image, CJ Gates's cowboy hat. The camera pans out to show Chris Madison standing in a locker room wearing the hat. In the center of the locker room is a steel trash can. Madison reaches up and tips the brim of the cowboy hat to the camera. Madison: Oh I hope you weren't looking for this old thing CJ. I meant to ask if I could borrow it, must have slipped my mind.Madison took the hat off and tossed it into the trash can. Meanwhile in the ring Gates looks infuriated while Biggs tries to calm him down. Madison: Surprised I didn't come out there tonight?The APW fans shower Madison with deafening boos much to the enjoyment of Gates and Biggs. Madison: Tonight, there was no purpose to be out there. Nothing to gain out of interfering in your match. I truly enjoy this back and forth we have going but there was no way I was going to help Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood win a match.Madison looked around the locker room and noticed two sets of clothing hanging up. He walks over to the lockers and quickly looks over the garments as if he were shopping in a store. The clothing on the screen were quickly recognized by Gates and Biggs as their own. They start yelling towards the screen as they make their way out of the ring. Harvey: I think that's their locker room! What the hell is he doing back there!Chase: I don't know but I can't turn away, and neither can they!Gates and Biggs strolled up the ramp keeping their eyes affixed to the large screen. Madison: I think you guys may have all of this backwards. Your views of the Black Hand have been greatly misconstrued. See we're not about power like most groups. We're not about racking up all the championships APW has to offer. We're about spreading a message. A message that people are tired. Tired of seeing the same old boring crap every time they turn on the television. I'm all about changing that. Especially when done by adding just an ounce of chaos to the mix.Madison takes the clothing out of the lockers and walks them to the trash can that sat in the middle of the room. He piles them inside the can on top of CJ's hat one by one. Madison: For too long the same people have flooded the airwaves, rotating in one after another like a revolving door of tired garbage. That includes you two. A scrawny little cowboy and a burnt out space cadet. Same boring act one week after another. I mean look, they're even are bringing back ancient dinosaurs. Its of no fault to you guys. You're just capitalizing on the opportunities put in front of you. Anyone in your position would do the same. But that doesn't mean I have to like it. This place needs an overhauling. Someone needs to set this place ablaze so the new, hungry talent can rise from its ashes.Madison reaches down behind the can and lifts up a can of lighter fluid. He squirts the contents of the bottle into the trash can as Gates and Biggs watch from the stage, realizing their entire wardrobe is about to be burnt to ashes. Madison digs his hand into his pockets and pulls out a book of matches. He tears one from the grouping and drags it across the back of the book, igniting the small stick. He drops it into the can which instantly shoots up into flames. Madison: Oops. My bad. I guess you guys may have needed that to go home…Overdrive goes to commercial |
|
|
|
Post by President Jeff on Sept 26, 2013 20:03:35 GMT -4
Jeff heads to his Office as the cameras come on backstage. Somewhere he hears music playing but it grows louder as he approaches his Office door. The GM door sign showing he has the right room and slowly turns the knob on the door and steps inside. The music blares loudly as the door opens and he walks in finding Foul Play inside having a small but wild party. You quickly see names like Jace Savage, Brian Hollywood, Newcomers Atlas Adams and even Shione "SURGE" Oshima throughout the room. On Jeff's desk is a half naked woman dancing like she on a stage. Kash near the desk is throwing singles at her, he holds up the money at Reaver on the other side of the desk to show it's Finnish Markka. Reaver sees Jeff and looks around like he's lost. Kash with his back to Jeff just keeps having a good time, he even starts shaking it like he's doing it for dollars himself. Jeff stands there, jaw dropped to the floor in shock. Jeff looks over and turns down the knob of an MP3 player attached to some speakers and the music dies. Everyone looks up at Jeff and all of them look worried. Kash turns and looks into the eyes of Jeff, slowly pulling his hands full of money behind his back before letting it drop to the floor. He scoots it under the desk with his foot as he smiles at the Owner of Action Packed Wrestling. Kash: H-Hey Boss? Ugh...Haaaavvee you met Jamie here?Jeff looks around at his office. Papers he probably needed to look at scattered around the floor and under the Desk Dancer's feet. He finally speaks trying to keep himself calm to Foul Play's antics. President Jeff: Anyone not named Jason Kash or Reaver, please leave...Now..Everyone scrambles out the office in a hurry. Reaver tries to sneak out with Shione but Jeff grabs his arm and just smiles at him. Reaver chuckles before bending over, picking up a piece of paper that had made it's way to the floor and tries handing it to Jeff. Reaver: This important? Looks important...IT WAS HIS FAULT!!Pointing to Kash like a huge snitch, Reaver tries getting out of the trouble that they put themselves in. Jeff calmly shuts his office door and turns back towards Foul Play. President Jeff: What are you doing? Why my Office? You could have thrown a party in anyone's locker room, the bathroom, hell on the roof of the Arena for all I care but my Office?Kash steps up, answer in hand or in mouth and he spits it out without much thought behind it. Kash: The door says GM Boss...I am technically a GM remember? Figured we'd share an Offi...Bad idea, I see that now!!Jeff starts picking up some scattered papers around the room as if he's thinking of how to punish these two knuckleheads (Haha Knuckles) and as he places some papers back in a stack on his desk he has an answer. President Jeff: I'll go ahead and assume this was all your idea Jason. So next week, you'll be right back here on Overdrive. You will take all the credit for this when you get into an Overdrive ring and compete...Kash shrugs, liking the extra ring duty but wanting to know who his opponent will be. He grabs a pencil laying at the edge of the desk and hands it to Jeff. Kash: Cool, who's up to pitch in my Homerun at bat?Jeff looks up at Kash, into his eyes with a smile. He doesn't dislike Kash but he knows the crap the man has done as a member of this Promotion so messing with him comes off as fun. President Jeff: How about, oh, I dunno, LEVEL ONE!Reaver laughs and again points at his partner. Kash smiles knowing he's not getting an easy match at all. He understands and knew going into making the party happen that he wasn't acting like a GM should. Kash: Alright Boss. I'll see you again next week. You should get me my own locker room cause next week..I'm throwing a BASH! Everyone's invited! Well I'll have security in case I want to throw someone out..Too many enemies! Haha!As Kash laughs he notices Jeff isn't laughing with him. His laughter stops and he backhands Reaver and nods to the door as they both back away slowly. Kash: Thanks Boss, sorry for the mess..The camera focuses on Jeff as he looks around not knowing where to even start cleaning. He picks up a pair of women's underwear with the pencil Kash handed him and his face shows disturbed. As APW Overdrive comes back from commercial break, C.J. Gates and Biggs reach their locker room, with C.J. kicking in the door! Smoke comes pouring out of the open door, with Biggs and C.J. coughing as they barge into their locker room. The flaming trashcan is still burning. Biggs: Man alive, these guys just don't have any limit *cough* to how low they'll stoop to, *cough* do they?C.J. Gates: *cough* We already knew they didn't!All of a sudden, The Black Hand emerges from the smoke, with bandanas covering their mouths, and goggles over their eyes, tackling both of the Space Cowboys to the ground! Jennings and Madison work over Biggs, while Martin and Stefan Raab stomp the living daylights out of C.J. Tommy Knox isn't among them, obviously getting ready for his match in mere moments. C.J. and Biggs are coughing uncontrollably as The Black Hand continues to lay boots to them. After a few more stomps, Jennings squats down in front of Biggs, pulling his bandana down to speak to him. Jennings: You keep messing with us, and next time, you'll lose something you can't replace...With that, Madison gives Biggs a sharp kick to the ribs, while Martin and Raab give C.J. one more stomp apiece for good measure. The Black Hand calmly walks out, with Niobe Martin shoving the camera man on her way out, leaving C.J. and Biggs down in the smoke filled room! The camera goes to static before cutting back out to Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase at ringside. Harvey: This is getting uncomfortable to watch how things are escalating between The Space Cowboys and The Black Hand! Somebody needs to get back there to help Biggs and C.J. out of that room before it's too late!Chase: Not to mention that camera man! Paige: The following contest is for one fall, and is a non-title match. It is also YOUR main event! First...''Almost famous'' by Eminem hits the PA system resulting in a stirring of the crowd. Several seconds later, Level-One steps out from behind the curtains cam corder in hand. He holds it up to his face and points it straight down at the ring before panning around at the rest of the crowd. As he walks down the ramp, he points the cameras in the faces of the fans whom are scowling with anger. Paige: Weighing in at 263 points from Toronto, Ontario, Canada currently residing in Hollywood, California! He is a FOUR TIME APW Undisputed Champion! Please welcome... Level-One!!!!Level-One continues down the ramp and as the crowd boos he shouts over them into the camera - seeing it as the opportune time to create a blog for his Youtube channel on his way to the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope and sticks the video camera in the referee's face telling him that he's going to face hell from Hollywood if he doesn't do his job. With that he leans against the ropes and casually continues to create his video blog, waiting for the match to get underway. Chase: Well, he looks nervous as always!!Harvey: Level-One always comes to the ring ready for a fight... even if he doesn't show it.Paige: And introducing, his opponent...The guitars begin to sound as "American High" by Machine Head plays over the arena. The lights dim and the entrance stage fills with smoke as bright green and white strobe lights flicker over the arena. The drums in the intro begin to beat heavily as it echoes over the arena. A bright white light shines from the entrance way as the silhouette of a man stands there. The guitars then begin to play heavy as Tommy Knox walks out from the back and out into the open. He stands there on the stage for a moment with his arms by his side as he looks over the arena before moving his body with the music and banging his head. He then begins to walk down the aisle as a loud voice fills the arena. Paige: From Long Beach, California, weighing two hundred and forty pounds... he is your Overdrive Champion – TOMMY! KNOX!!!"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" 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. Harvey: We have a collision of two champions here tonight, and what a contest it is going to be...Chase: You're not going to say anything about cheating, or the Black Hand, or how bad Level-One is?Harvey: I'm just here to commentate a wrestling match, Johnny.Main Event – Non-Title Match
Level-One vs. Tommy Knox
Ding ding ding! The bell is like a wake-up call to the nonchalant Level-One, who goes from 'feigned lack of interest' to 'bat out of hell' in an instant, crossing the ring and throwing up a boot straight into Tommy Knox's surprised face. The Overdrive champion is sent hurtling back into the ropes – perhaps the only thing saving him from an immediate fall – and he's sent staggering back, just barely twisting out of his gathered momentum to evade a follow-up smack to the chin.
Harvey: Seizing his moment from the very outset, and all of our fans know just how vocal Level-One has been of late. The APW World Champion has had words for his opponent, and made no secret that he disrespects him...
Chase: He disrespects everybody, doesn't he?!
Knox is hastily circling, teasing the lock-up only to evade it again. It only further piques the world champion, who picks his instant to strke again – this time feinting in with a disrespecful slap to the cheek, then immediately scooping Knox up and planting him with a Spinebuster, popping right back to his feet with a wild gesture out toward the crowd.
With nobody to actually cheer, the Finnish crowd settle for making a hell of a lot of noise, egged on by the world champion as he struts to the ropes and leans against them. It provides Knox the opportunity to get back to his feet, wiping a hand across his mouth and shooting an icy glare at the back of his opponent;s neck.
Chase: You have to bet Knox has a plan here, Harv.
Harvey: I'd have to bet along with Level-One; his plan is to bring the Black Hand out here and win this for him.
Chase: You really think so?
Harvey: Only a fool would bet against that, and say what you like about him, but the world champion is no fool.
Level-One certainly isn't; Knox has him measured as he appears lost in interaction with a particularly mouthy fan at ringside, beckoning him up to the ring and even offering to hold the ropes. It's this gesture that brings Tommy Knox in, swinging his body up off the canvas into a Dropkick right to the back of the head.
Chase: Can he read minds now, too?
Only sees it coming at the last possible instant, but does little more than calmly jerk his head to the side, casting a smirk back at Knox – and only then capitalizing on the whiffed blow, spinning away from the ropes with the added leverage throwing him into a devastating Flipping Clothesline just as the Overdrive champ finds his feet.
Level-One kips up, windmilling his arms in a moment of showboating that doesn't cost him a damn thing; Knox gets to a knee, but stays out of range. A close-up shot shows him glancing toward the ramp, prompting a bellow of laughter from Level-One – who moves back to the edge of the ring and seats himself on the middle rope, lifting the top in open invitation to the Black Hand. He even looks toward the ramp himself, but only long enough to prompt movement.
Harvey: I think Tommy Knox may have had enough of these insults.
Chase: It's a game of cat and mice, except Tom is Jerry, Harv!
When Knox darts forward, Only dives forward, hitting the mat as the Flying Shoulder Block destined for him ends up instead entangling Tommy Knox in the ropes. L1 barks another laugh, even as he performs an extended push-up to right himself and comes gracefully back to his feet.
Harvey: I never thought we'd see the day that the Overdrive Champion would be made to look so... lost out there.
Chase: Level-One is one hell of a champion himself – this is a clash of titans, but one's been at the game a LOT longer.
A recovering Knox is met by a brief scattering of fake applause, and then a big right hand. Level-One's mockery costs him some of the impact though; the OD Champion manages to cover up, divering the blow and firing off one of his own in turn. It catches Only on the cheek, a follow-up thumping into his chest as he slips back. Rapid response comes in the form of a heavy forearm, then a lunging push kick that sends Knox into the ropes once again.
This time, L1 is blindingly fast off the mark. Before Tommy Knox is halfway out of his predicament, he's pushed back in the same instant that he's vaulted – Level-One just plants his hands, hops over, then spins in the air to catch him with a Reverse Neckbreaker, snapping the Ironman painfully off the top rope.
Harvey: An intensely painful, devastating and innovative manuever from Level-One, and Tommy Knox is flat on the canvas; if the world champion were in the ring, he'd surely be going for a pin here...
Chase: Experience be damned, he's not putting Knox down that quickly!
Harvey: Just as well, Johnny. He's not even trying to.
Level-One has indeed stopped, taking a stroll around ringside to jawjack with a few more hecklers along the way. He even hooks his hands behind his head, stretching out his arms and by all means striving – or not – to show just how relaxed he is. He lingers by the ramp, eyeing the stage and mockingly gesturing for the invisible apparition of the Black Hand to enter once again. This sets an explosive series of small pops through the crowd.
Harvey: One has to ask just where the Black Hand is right now. Have they abandoned Tommy Knox?
Chase: Maybe he just doesn't need them. Maybe he can take Level-One just fine, did you think of that?
Harvey: It's possible he's a more honorable competitor than we thought, yes...
L1 is smiling as he makes his way finally back to the ring, all swagger and confidence – which again proves a mistake in this instance. Knox has been playing possum, it seems; however hurt he was, he's up in a flash once Only is close to his reach, taking off in a lunge and SOARING over the top rope to meet his over-confident opponent on the apron.
A last-instant flip sees him score with a Senton, virtually riding Level-One back to the outside of the ring. The world champion hits the ground hard, serving as a cushion for Knox, who rebounds up with his arms spread and a smug expression cast to the crowd – who jeer obligingly, no matter who he's facing.
Harvey: The Overdrive Champion certainly knows how to be dramatic.
Chase: And smart, Harv. Letting Level-One think he's got an easy victory, and then...
L1 is back up quickly, however, vigorously shaking off the cobwebs and stepping up to Knox – quite literally. They come nose to nose, then forehead to forehead, butting heads and forcing each other back and forth before they break down into shoving, and then hard strikes on the outside. Each man's neck snaps back in turn, a spray of sweat and saliva flying from each in turn as his foe lashes out. It culminates in a Big Boot from L1 that Knox slides beneath, bending down low; low enough that as he staggers aside, he's able to snag the edge of something protruding from the base of the apron.
Harvey: We've hit rock bottom, folks; Tommy Knox has a chair in hand, and is ready to strike!
Level-One barely weaves to avoid a wild swing of the chair, duking and jiving to avoid several others as a visibly-frustrated Knox pursues him. And then abruptly breaks off. He pauses, lowering the chair, and Lester smirks... then dives forward to deck the Overdrive Champion between the eyes.
Chase: Ka-BOOM!
He walks right into a poke of the chair, eating the edge of hard steel straight to the ribs. He crumples instantly, easy prey for the follow-up swing – Knox winding the chair back way behind his head before he takes it. The shot rings out, an eerie echo of that heard on Overdrive only recently. The crowd lets out an obliging 'oooooooh'.
Harvey: But I hate to say it, as I'm sure Tommy Knox hates to see it...
Level-One stands right the hell back up, asking for another.
Harvey: The World Champion is not going down. He wants more!
Knox snarls and swears, turning away as L1 just beckons him on again. He lets out an audible groan, then swings for the fences once more – this time spinning into the blow, going right to left for a full collision with the temple and the side of the skull. This time, Level-One is sent sprawling, barely catching himself on the apron!
Chase: Every man has his limits, and I think we've just found Level-One's. Go, Tommy!
It's Knox's turn to appear dangerously confident, dropping the chair and yelling at L1 beneath the swelling roar of the crowd – hungry for violence alone, if not for a particular winner to this bout. L1 pushes himself up slowly, turning to face the torrent of abuse wordlessly... until Knox comes to a panting halt, scowling at the world champ.
Level-One lifts a hand, and places a perfectly-aimed slap to Knox's cheek.
The crowd 'oooooooooh' as if this somehow trumped that brutal chairshot from moments before.
Harvey: Is there any greater sign of disrespect to a man? To a man like these men?
Chase: Well, he could've slept with Niobe Martin... or-- y'know, with his finger, and then made Knox--
Harvey: Please, do NOT finish that sentence.
Knox stands there stunned for a moment, then shakes his head and responds with a punch to the mouth. Level-One turns away with the force of the blow, then turns back smiling broadly. Knox hits him again.
This time, L1 ducks beneath it, then catches his opponent around the waist and hauls him around toward the metal ringpost; ramming his back into it again, and again, and again. Knox ends up limp, coughing a mouthful of blood down L1's back before the World Champion relents his assault and rolls Knox back into the ring. The referee – to whom nobody has been paying the slightest bit of attention – looks relieved by this turn of events.
Chase: I'd hate to tell either of these men they lost by count-out! Can you imagine?
Harvey: Whatever else they might be, these men are fighters to the bitter end.
Clambering back onto the apron, L1 keeps a wary eye on Knox this time. The OD Champ is all but unmoving, barely attempting to push himself up in the time it takes Only to re-enter the ring himself. He takes his time picking Knox back up, measuring him for a few slaps to the chest then whipping him toward one corner.
Doing a quick circuit of the ring, Level-One extends his arms to the crowd – and blows an attitude-soaked kiss to a near-topless woman in the front row – before turning and picking up speed, charging at a clearly insensible Tommy Knox.
Chase: You have to do better than that!
He's met by an upflung boot, Knox barely getting it together in time to counter with a kick to the gut, pushing himself up and shaking his head before he steps forward and hooks the head.
Harvey: This looks familiar... and there it is, the Sativa Spike!
Knox plants Level-One in the corner with his trademark DDT, leaving him down on his face as he staggers to the opposite corner and makes a show of leaning nonchalantly amidst the ropes, watching L1 from afar.
When Level-One rises, it's Knox's turn to charge. The Overdrive Champion tackles him shoulder-first, driving him by the midsection back into the turnbuckle, then holding on and starting to take him up into the high rent district.
Chase: Knox is a risk-taker. He excels up there.
Harvey: I have to agree; let's not forget it was a Ladder Match that saw him take the title from Evan Envi...
Level-One is fighting it though, getting a fist into Knox's ribs as he's hooked for a suplex. Knox fights back, getting a knee up that sends a sharp crack across the arena, teasing another sympathetic response from the Finnish fans. L1 responds with a guttural yell, powering out of Knox's grasp and giving him a simple, forthright shove to the chest. From their predicament, it's enough; Tommy Knox goes down onto his back, the ring shaking from the impact.
Harvey: Level-One is doing only what he has to do; but it works, Johnny.
Chase: Yeah, it works. If you like being bored! I wish they'd try harder! How about the Slingshot to Hell?
L1 at least obliges by taking flight, throwing out his arms and then showcasing his impressive vertical leap – going up and then coming down, dropping a leg with pinpoint accuracy across the grounded throat of Tommy Knox.
Springing back to his feet with a flamboyant spin, Level-One lets out a half-triumphant, half-mocking "boom!" and then goes for an incredibly lackadaisical pin, just slapping Knox's hands across his chest and pressing down one-handed.
1
.
.
Kickout by Tommy Knox!
Chase: Are we surprised?
Harvey: That certainly wasn't a wise move by Level-One, but...
L1 wastes no time following the pointless count, hauling Knox up and getting him over his shoulders. The crowd pops in anticipation, and the World Champion begins to turn about, kicking his leg.
Chase: 'But' there's movement from Knox; he is NOT done in this match!
Knox is fighting even as the crowd smells his doom a mile away, and as Level-One goes for the final momentous inward twist of his torso, gathering all the torque he's needed to end more than a hundred opponents... Tommy Knox slips from his shoulders, staggering as he hits the canvas almost-running. He comes off the ropes, launching back at L1 with a desperation that will not be denied. Leaping, he catches the back of Lester's head, carrying him to the mat with a Bulldog before he can so much as turn in shock. A ripple of uncertainty runs through the crowd.
Harvey: Not to be denied, indeed, Tommy Knox is fighting back against Level-One; he has him down and is putting in fists and elbows, doing what he can to put the World champ through his paces here tonight!
L1 is held grounded, scrambling to keep his guard up – but the strikes are coming too fast. He begins to twist on the ground beneath Knox, an elaborate contortion of limbs going almost unnoticed until the moment that the crowd becomes aware of a new situation; Level-One has Knox in his grasp now, a Triangle Choke locked in tight!
Chase: Well, I'm impressed. He really is smart.
Harvey: A champion finds a way, no matter how unlikely. Tommy Knox found his, and now Level-One his own...
The referee is asking Knox to submit, over and over as the hold becomes prolonged. Knox is red-faced, flesh turning a distinctly unhealthy color as Only tightens his grip all the more. The ref begins to turn away, to signal for the bell, when Tommy Knox manages to flop toward the ropes, turning to just scrape a boot against them.
Level-One releases his grip after a count of four, standing up and running a hand across his brow. He's panting now, clearly frustrated at the events of the past few minutes.
Knox is up slowly, and he meets a fistful of knuckles that mean business. Level-One hits him like an oncoming train, decking him with huge lefts and rights, backing him against the ropes and keeping him there as he works him over. The crowd begin to chant on principle as the fists continue to fly; Only fired up, continuing the assault until he ends up bringing Tommy Knox back off the ropes through sheer violence.
Knox stumbles to his knees in the middle of the ring, and Level-One breaks off, sucking in a heavy breath and staring momentarily at his battered opponent – before he hits the ropes, coming off in a rush, hitting a Shining Enzuigiri that about decapitates the Overdrive Champion. L1 lands on his side, supporting himself on a forearm as Knox topples slowly toward the canvas; and it's a further opening the World Champion is eager to seize.
Chase: If at first you don't succeed...
Harvey: Level-One is determined to make the Ironman submit! He has him locked in that Triangle Choke once more, dead in the center of the ring; and folks, Tommy Knox looked dead on his feet already...
Chase: Technically, he wasn't ON his feet, Harv.
The referee has hit the mat, asking for the submission – but no reply is forthcoming. Tommy Knox is limp. He picks up the hand, checking once...
Checking twice...
...and on the third time, the Overdrive Champion's hand falls to the canvas.
The referee calls for the bell.
Winner: Level-One
The referee lifts Level-One’s arm in the air, as the APW world champion celebrates his victory over Tommy Knox. Level-One heads towards the nearby ropes and has Johnny Chase throw him a few cans of Saints Flow. Kindly, Level-One hands one can off to the referee who cracks it open and indulges in the tasty energy drink chugging it down like a champion.
Harvey: What a better way to celebrate a victory than a tasty nonalcoholic beverage you might as well just enjoy with the kids!
Chase: You know, it’s very possible Level-One paid off that referee with a free can of this stuff and you know what? I don’t even care if he did. The stuff just tastes that good!
A stage hand shoves a 12 pack of Saints Flow into the ring and Level-One ups the ante and continues to win the crowd over by tossing the energy drinks the crowd! This however, only seems to serve as a diversion for his enemies as Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean waltz out from behind the curtains both wielding steel chairs!
Harvey: Uh – oh! Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean are out here and they are armed and dangerous, they’re coming to take out Level-One like they promised!
Chase: I don’t know, Harvey. Something tells me that Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean are just looking for a free 12 pack of the good stuff and much like Level-One bribing the referee… I can’t blame them! Can you believe people say I am biased?
Harvey: No, not when there are two wrestlers you actually like in the ring.
Chase: Finally, see - someone gets it!
At large the fans finally take notice, as the cheers slowly turn into jeers. However, by the time Level-One realizes this Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean have already slithered into the ring. The APW world champion turns around and is immediately blasted in the face by a steel chair swung by Felipe DeLorean! The shot staggers the cold blooded Canadian but doesn't drop him… so Johnny Rebel charges forward jumps up in the air and smashes the steel chair onto the crown of Level-One knocking him out cold!
‘’OOOOOHHHHHH!’’
Harvey: Jesus Christ, that was a VICIOUS chair shot by Johnny Rebel and considering Level-One wasn’t expecting it; it had to be that much worse.
Chase: Worst yet, earlier tonight we saw Level-One urge the Synndicate not to interfere with tonight’s proceedings and assuming they oblige, Level-One is out here on his own.
Felipe DeLorean screams at the downed Level-One as he kicks and stomps on him. He drops to his knees and begins to hit him with several hard shots to the head – while screaming out to Johnny Rebel to pick up and finish him.
Harvey: Felipe DeLorean can’t help but sneak in a few chair shots as he looks to Johnny Rebel for the heavy lifting, this is disgusting!
Chase: Yeah and it all could have been avoided if Level-One put his emotions aside long enough to make the smart deal.
The crowd boos Johnny Rebel as he marches over to Level-One’s lifeless body and pulls him up to his knees. The Rebel then fish hooks both of the champions arms, as he holds the pose for the world to see – he can barely contain himself as he laughs hysterically before planting him to the canvas with the PUT DOWN! Viciously, Level-One’s face spikes the mat as he’s left face down in the center of the ring, not moving a muscle.
‘’YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK!’’
Felipe DeLorean steps aside with his arms stretched out wide, presenting Johnny Rebel to the world who is now holding Level-One’s prized possession over his head with pride. The Sindicate’s founder reaches into his jacket pocket and retrieves a microphone to rub it in even more.
Felipe DeLorean: Ladies and gentlemen presenting your NEW APW world heavyweight champion… SIMPLY PUT, JOHNNY REBEL!
The crowd boos even louder as Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean grab two cans of Saints Flow and crack the lid open. With each man standing on the opposite side of Level-One’s body they bump cans and yell ''cheers!'' before taking a swig of the popular new sports drink. Their disrespect and contempt doesn't stop there as they spit the liquid out of their mouth and onto the body of APW world champion who still laid out on the canvas face down. The crowd at this point; is absolutely livid and begin to throw empty cans of Saints Flow into the ring.
Harvey: It looks like the APW crowd has finally found someone they actually hate more than Level-One – I didn't think that was actually possible!
Chase: Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean make Level-One look like a boy scout in this category – for anyone who isn't down with The Original Sindicate right now they might seriously want to reconsider! I mean, when was the last time you saw Level-One get laid out like this?
Harvey: I can’t remember, Chase.
APW paramedics are quick appear on the scene but Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean hold them at bay outside the ring much like a pack of predators protecting it’s night time meal.
Harvey: What we know for sure is that Level-One is going to be happy about this once he wakes up and this feud is sure to get real ugly fast at this rate. There is no doubt about it; Johnny Rebel has his eyes set on Level-One’s APW world championship.
Chase: Well, Johnny Rebel certainly has earned Level-One’s full attention here tonight. With that, this broadcast is coming to a close. Thank you all for tuning and we’ll see you all next week. Good night everybody!
Felipe DeLorean and Johnny Rebel hug each other and continue their grand celebration inside the ring before APW logo flashes across the screen and Thursday Night Overdrive comes to an end. |
|
