Overdrive - Moscow, Russia (10/03/13)

[President Jeff]

Balloons taped to the ground at each side of a Locker Room door shows as the camera cuts backstage. Loud music, loud voices and people filling the hallways as a party seems to be underway. President Jeff comes squeezing out of the doorway, passing by Shione "SURGE" Ōshima as she is heading inside. She nods at Jason Kash who is following behind Jeff. The Boss stops and turns to Kash as they get away from the music enough to carry a conversation.

Kash: Boss Man, we've got girls, RUSSIAN VODKA, and (Leans forward and whispers) some choke smoke! We're having a good time in Moscow and you're making people nervous.

Jeff: I don't rightly care who I'm making nervous, you are causing a distraction to those who are here to compete and prepare! Can we please stop this racket?

Wrapping an arm around Jeff's shoulder, Kash has a huge smile on his face as people are seen laughing, chugging plastic cups of their choice of "poison" and Kash sees nothing but Happy.

Kash: Relax! Those that want to prepare, can! Just not in this area of the backstage. Why kill the high spirits of all these people? The morale is high!

Jeff: So are you...

He jumps away from Jeff, his eyes widen as if wanting to show them as evidence for his next claim.

Kash: I am not high Boss, look at my eyes! I'm as sober as a Pastor I swear. I've got Lester tonight, Main Event. No excuses right? I'm just in a good place! I want to party and APW Overdrive wants to party with me!

Jeff: Just keep the music down and don't let people who haven't yet competed tonight get wasted, alright? Can you accomplish at least that?

His arms shoot up above him, signaling for a Touchdown as his hoots at Jeff.

Kash: SCORE! Good man! And listen, I will accomplish more than that here tonight. I don't get to see Overdrive often and tonight I will climb Mt. Lester and place my Flag, my banner at it's peak. He's one branded, I'm one promotion. It's gonna get Olivia Newton John up in this bitch tonight!!

Jeff: Heh wait, what?

Breaking into song, Jeff shouldn't be surprised but looks embarrassed as Kash's voice competes with the music in the background.

Kash: Physical! Physical! I Want to get Physical! RRRRAAAH!!

Jeff turns and walks away shaking his head. Kash turns to the party, arms in the air bouncing to the music. He slaps hands with Leon Roberts and kisses the hand of Demoncia, allowing the couple to enter the locker room party before him as the cameras cut back to the Overdrive intro video

As the video ends, pyro shoots from the stage and the camera pans through the crowd before stopping on the commentators for tonight

Harvey: Welcome everyone to Thursday Night Overdrive.

Chase: I'm Johnny Chase, along side me is Darren Harvey.

Harvey:We have a jam packed card for you people tonight


Chase: As you just saw, Jason Kash is throwing a party here tonight in Moscow!.

Harvey: He better not party too much, because he’s in our main event tonight and taking on, for the first time ever, LEVEL ONE!


Chase: People have been talking about this match for week

Harvey: Lets not waste anymore time, lets go to the ring for our opening contest. A Fatal 4 way with the Overdrive Title on the line!




Paige: The opening contest is a Fatal 4 way match scheduled for one fall and it is for the APW Overdrive Championship!

A green hue fills the arena as "Writing On the Wall" by the Tea Party begins to play and the fans instantly jump to their feet, cheering loudly. C.J. Gates quickly makes his way out from the back wearing his trademark cowboy hat and his "Go Big or Go Home" T-shirt. He points out to the fans in attendance and smiles before making his way down the ramp, tagging hands with the fans along the side of it.

Paige: Making his way to the ring, from Fargo North Dakota. Weighing in at 215 pounds. He is 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 the opening of the song starts to play, the video flashes on the tron of a camera panning up a grassy hill at night slowly until it gets to the top, panning from left to right, lightning flashing in the sky as the opening guitar rift plays. Niobe appears on the hilltop, standing with her legs shoulder width apart, arms down at her sides as she slowly makes her way down the hill before breaking into a run just as the beginning lyrics play...

'Nightmare!
Now your nightmare comes to life...'

Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides.

Paige: The next competitor, from Los Angela’s California, weighing in at 125 pounds, she is NIOBE MARTIN!

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.

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!

Paige: The next competitor, from Long Island New York, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is Chris…MADISON!

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.

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 guitars in the intro begin to scream 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

Paige: And finally, introducing the APW Overdrive Champion, he is TOMMY….KNOX!

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.

OVERDRIVE TITLE MATCH
Tommy Knox © Vs CJ Gates Vs Niobe Martin Vs Chris Madison


The Bell rings and the three Black Hand members start walking towards CJ, backing him to the corner. CJ makes the first move and catches Knox with a right hand punch to the face, followed by a back elbow to Chris and a kick to the midsection of Niobe. CJ goes after the champ, hitting him with a couple of punches until Chris nails CJ in the back of the head with a forearm shot. CJ goes down and The Black hand starts stomping on him. Niobe lifts CJ up and Irish whips him into the corner. She runs at him and CJ gets both his feet up in her face. Niobe stumbles back and CJ runs out of the corner and clothesline Niobe. Chris goes to clothesline CJ, but CJ ducks and hits him with a drop kick. Knox runs at CJ and CJ throws him across the ring with an arm drag, followed by a dropkick. The three Black Hand Members roll out of the ring to regroup.

Chase: I don’t think the Black Hand expected this.

Harvey: If there’s anyone who can overcome these odds, its CJ. And I think that’s why President Jeff put CJ in a match like this.

As the three members regroup together, CJ runs off the ropes and dives over the top rope, onto the Black Hand, knocking all three members down. The crowd cheers for CJ as he gets up, grabs Tommy Knox and rolls him into the ring. CJ gets up on the ring apron and as Tommy gets up, CJ springboards in and catches Tommy with a Tornado DDT! CJ covers
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ELIMINATED: TOMMY KNOX

Harvey: Wow, and just like that CJ eliminated the Overdrive Champion. That means a new Overdrive Champion will be crowned tonight!

Chase: Impossible

Niobe and Chris are shocked as they stand outside the ring. The ref helps Knox out of the ring and CJ is waiting for one of his opponents to get in. Chris walks over to the opposite side of the ring. CJ keeping his eye on both Chris and Niobe. Niobe hops up onto the ring apron. CJ rushes at her, but Niobe drops off. Chris slides in the ring and nails CJ from behind.

Harvey: I don’t know how long CJ can fight off the numbers game.

Chase: It’s just a matter of time before CJ gets beat and the Overdrive Title says in the Black Hand.

Niobe gets into the ring and they have CJ in the corner and Chris and Niobe take turns kicking CJ in the midsection. They throw CJ into the corner. Chris grabs Niobe’s arm and throws her towards CJ and she hits CJ with a knee to the face. Madison runs and catches CJ with a big clothesline. Chris then Grabs CJ and gives him a suplex in the middle of the ring. Chris covers
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Chase: Lets keep in mind, it was only two weeks ago that Niobe defeated CJ Gates.

Harvey: Yah, with help from Madison.

Chase: I don’t recall Niobe needing Madison’s help.

Chris lifts CJ up to his feet and throws him into the ropes and Niobe hits CJ with a spinning heel kick. Chris then grabs Niobe, lifts her up for a suplex, but drops her on top of CJ for the cover
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Niobe starts arguing with the ref, distracting him and Chris grabs CJ, takes him to the ropes and begins choking him over the middle rope. The arena erupt in boo’s. After a few seconds, the ref see’s the choke, runs over and counts 1….2…3….4….Chris releases the choke. Chris distracts the ref and Niobe goes over and begins choking CJ and again, after a few seconds, the ref see’s this and counts 1….2…3…4….Niobe releases.

Chase: Its not looking good for CJ

Harvey: If CJ gets pinned here, its going to be interesting to see how far Chris and Niobe will go at fighting each other to win the title.

Chris tells Niobe to go to the top rope and she does. As she stands there, Chris lifts CJ up across his shoulders and looks like he’s going for a GTS. CJ fights out of it, elbowing Chris in the side of the head and kicking his legs. CJ lands on his feet behind Chris and CJ shoves Chris into the ropes and Niobe loses her balance and crotches herself on the top rope. CJ takes Chris down with a dropsault and then a running clothesline, sending Chris over the top rope and to the floor.

Harvey: This is the big break CJ needed.

Niobe falls into the ring and CJ grabs her and gives her a shoulder Jaw Breaker. CJ covers hooking the leg
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ELIMINATED: NIOBE MARTIN

Chase: That was a fast count!

Harvey: CJ just eliminated two of the three Black hand members.

Niobe rolls out of the ring and Madison slowly gets back in. The two circle each other and Niobe reaches into the ring and grabs CJ by the leg. Madison charges at CJ and takes him down. The ref yells at Niobe to leave the ring. Madison stomps on CJ and lifts him up, throws him into the ropes and CJ comes back with a diving forearm. Madison hits the mat and bounces back up and CJ kicks him in the mid section and drops him with a double arm DDT.

Harvey: This could be it!

CJ Covers
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CJ picks Chris up and body slams him near the corner. CJ goes to the ring apron and starts climbing up to the top rope. Niobe runs back down to the ring and grabs CJ’s leg to stop him. CJ is fighting her off and then the crowd suddenly cheers and Biggs rushes down to the ring. And he pulls Niobe off of CJ.

Chase: Biggs has no business out here.

Harvey: Biggs is just trying to keep this match fair.

Tommy Knox now runs down to the ring and starts attacking Biggs. He knocks Biggs down and then CJ leaps off the ring apron with a clothesline, taking Knox’s down. CJ slides back in the ring as Chris is getting up. Again, Niobe grabs CJ’s leg. CJ breaks free and turns into a running Yakuza kick to the head from Madison.

Chase: What a kick!

Madison pulls CJ to the middle of the ring and locks in the Peruvian Necktie. The ref checks on CJ who looks to be knocked out and the ref calls for the bell!

Winner and NEW APW Overdrive Champion: Chris Madison

The bell rings to end the match and almost immediately, Chris Madison and Niobe Martin are attacking C.J. Gates some more, kicking him while he's down.

Harvey: This is uncalled for!

Chase: It's not over yet. Look.

Through the crowd come Michael Jennings and Stefan Raab, who eventually slide into the ring and join Madison and Niobe in beating down Gates, punching and kick him, even trying to choke him out. Gates isn't even fighting back at this point, but the Black Hand continues their assault. And then the fans cheer.

Chase: They love it!

Harvey: No, they love him!

Biggs slides into the ring. Niobe is the first to turn her attention to him, and Biggs sends her into the corner with a flurry of punches. Madison turns around and goes for a clothesline, but Biggs ducks, bounces off the ropes and hits him with a spinning heel kick. He's quick to his feet in time to see Raab turn his attention to him, but Biggs takes Raab down with a quick dropkick.

Harvey: Biggs clearing house!

Biggs is up, but before he can do anything, Jennings clotheslines him from behind, knocking him down long enough for the Black Hand to swarm him. They unload on him with a bunch of punches and kicks, giving him the same treatment they gave Gates. That is until Madison climbs out of the ring and grabs two steel chairs, sliding them into the ring.

Harvey: They wouldn't...

Chase: Oh, but they would!

Jennings smiles and calls for Niobe and Raab to hold Biggs up as he grabs a chair.

Jennings: You thought your friendship would save you from us? Think again. And now, the two of you are screwed.

He lines Biggs up and raises the chair high, but before he can swing, it's grabbed from behind.

Harvey: If Reaver's here, that means...

Jason Kash slides in on the other side of the ring, and rushes at the group. Raab bails out of the ring and Niobe ends up eating a Jason Kash clothesline that sends her up and over the top rope. Reaver swings his chair at Jennings, but Michael dodges it and exits the ring quickly. Madison has the second chair and he swings at Kash, but Kash ducks and Reaver swings his chair at Madison! Madison gets his chair up in time to deflect the shot, but the momentum still takes him out over the top rope.

The Black Hand regroups at the bottom of the ramp as Kash and Reaver help Gates and Biggs to their feet. Gates slaps Kash and Reaver on the back in thanks as the four of them stare down the Black Hand, with Kash shooting some choice words to Raab. Jennings fakes a return to the ring and Reaver brandishes his chair, which causes Jennings to laugh.

Harvey: Just when you thought the Space Cowboys were doomed, Foul Play came in and saved the day.

Chase opens his mouth to speak, but instead, the arena is filled with the sound of "Raining Blood" by Slayer as President Jeff walks out onto the ramp, a microphone in hand.

President Jeff: I've had enough of this. Every week it's the same thing for you guys. You attack and you ambush and I'm done with it. So while I was sitting in the back watching this, I had an idea. I'm sure you all know that this years One Night in Hell Pay-Per-View was so popular, we had to get a second venue for the event, Ryogoku Kokugikan. But rather then just have the fans watch the PPV on a big screen, we figured we'd give them something to watch in person. And now, we have it.

The Black Hand turns sideways so they can keep an eye on the four in the ring.

President Jeff: At One Night in Hell, Chris Madison, Michael Jennings, Niobe Martin and Stefan Raab will team up to take on the team of Biggs, C.J. Gates, Jason Kash and Reaver!

The fans cheer at the announcement.

Harvey: What an match!

President Jeff: Oh, but it gets better. See, One Night in Hell has always been a Pay-Per-View filled with stipulations. And given the bad blood between you guys, I figured we should spice it up.

The fans cheer in anticipation as the Black Hand looks on with intrigue.

President Jeff: At One Night in Hell, the eight of you will compete in a four on four War Games match!

The fans cheer even louder as the Black Hand shakes their heads in protest. In the ring, Biggs, Gates, Kash and Reaver are all smiles, nodding their heads. "Raining Blood" plays again as President Jeff heads backstage.

Harvey: What a huge match made for the second venue of One Night in Hell. The Black Hand will compete as a unit to take on the team of Biggs, C.J. Gates, Jason Kash and Reaver in a War Games match!

Chase: It's going to be their funeral. The Black Hand is built for that kind of match. These 'good guys' are going to regret this match being made.

The two groups continue to stare each other down as the scene cuts backstage.

[President Jeff]

#SIMPLY F'N PUT!

The recorded voice of Johnny Rebel resounds all over the arena as the original Sindicate enters through the curtain, posing at the top of the ramp, before making their way down to the ring. The fans cannot hide their disdain for all-things Rebel and desperately try to get a hand on him. He's dosed in all kinds of drinks and plastic cups before making it in the ring.

Johnny Rebel: What another beautiful day in this hellhole that you call a country!

The fans don't sugarcoat their response, repeating words that cannot be uttered on free, American television.

Johnny Rebel: There isn't anything that you all can do to bring me down! Today is the beginning of something special. The original Sindicate has made it's return to the APW, and despite several gracious opportunities to put the band back together, I'm the last man standing. Level-One has proven that he's not man enough to run with a real crew and would rather stand behind a group of clucking chickens, allowing them to do his bidding! The LeWinter Sisters and Kaylyn James Evans are leading him around with a firm grasp around his manhood!

The rabid fan base growls in approval at Rebel's manhood joke but quickly turns back on the APW megastar.

Johnny Rebel: I've done everything possible. I've tried asking nicely. I've forced him to align himself back with the original Sindicate. You name it...I've tried it. So, as of tonight, I'm officially severing ties with Level-One. The thing about grace is that it's completely undeserved. It's given freely and without condition. However, you can only offer it so many times before ripping it out of the grasp of the one who rejects it. It's a gift that Level-One didn't accept.

Felipe nods his head in approval, as Rebel barely dodges a barrage of beer cups making their way in the ring.

Johnny Rebel: So tonight, let's go ahead and make it official. You and me. One Night in Hell. For the APW World Heavyweight Championship. You can't dodge me forever, Lester! Get out here and accept my challenge. Give the fans what they want!

Rebel waits patiently, leaning against the top turnbuckle, and gingerly tapping his watch as if he's confident that Level-One won't show up. However, the look on Rebel's face changes almost immediately as "Almost Famous" by Eminem hits the speakers. Rebel looses his tie and throws it over the top-rope, while Felipe jumps in between him and the entrance ramp, hoping to avoid a fight. After a few moments, Rebel cracks a smile, after he realizes Lester isn't coming.

Johnny Rebel: There is the fighting champion that we've all come to know and love. He talks a big game but when the rubber meets the road - he's nowhere to be found. He's probably trying on Kia LeWinter's skirt right now! I knew that he wouldn't accept my challenge. He'd rather take the night off and rub elbows with the big wigs than prove he's still got something left to offer inside that ring. All I ever hear from him is that he's the best but he's completely afraid of stepping in the ring with me! He's been writing checks with his mouth that he can't cash.

Rebel pinches his index and middle fingers together to indicate Lester's fake cash.

Johnny Rebel: He can duck and dive out of my path for as long as he wants but I will get my APW World Heavyweight Championship match...and it will be at One Night in Hell. You can play his music until he's blue in the face but it looks like I'm going to have to go hunt him down. He isn't going to take up the challenge on his own. Come on, Felipe. If he won't sign the contract willingly - we're just going to have to force his...hand.

Rebel drops the microphone, putting up the two of his hands together, mouthing the term of "Black Hand" to the camera. Overdrive heads to commercial with Rebel and Felipe jawing with fans at ringside and making their way to the back.

[President Jeff]

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''...because there is a SAINT in ALL of us!''

Thursday Night Overdrive returns from commercial break, as we join the Synndicate in their personal locker room. The group is crowded around a wide screen HD television having just watched Johnny Rebel's call out.

Level-One: I don't care what he has to say, I am not giving into his demands. We know that this is exactly what Johnny Rebel has wanted the entire time. Hell, even when he pitched that alliance his only purpose was to try to get closer to me and my championship. I see right through him.

Kaylyn Evans crosses her arms she wasn't pleased with Level-One's response in the slightest.

Kaylyn Evans: Lester, you can't let Johnny Rebel get away with this! Don't you remember what they did to you last week!?

Level-One: Remember? I can still FEEL what they did to me last week.

He says snarling as he rubs the nagging pain in his shoulder. With his eyes narrowed, he shakes his head free of all doubts.

Level-One: ... but I can't allow myself to react out of emotions. Trust me, I would love to get my hands on Johnny Rebel but I know doing so will only mold a contender. He has not earned a match with me he's relying solely on the shock factor. The more hype he can build around a potential encounter between the two of us the more he knows President Jeff will back it.

Kaylyn Evans: So what, Lester!? Who cares. You are better than Johnny Rebel, just accept the match and get this over with. What do you have to lose?

Level-One: You don't get it, do you?

Lester sighs.

Level-One: If we give into Johnny Rebel now than it sets a precedent that all someone has to do is jump me after one of my matches to receive a title shot at a pay per view. Suddenly, winning matches and actually earning your spot through time, hard work and an actual effort becomes irrelevant. Excuse me but that’s not the type of APW I want to build for the rest of us.

Kia LeWinter: How noble of you.

Violet grabbed her sister’s arms.

Violet LeWinter: Behave, Kia. You know Lester is right. With the rise of factions like The Black Hand this is the very last precedent that we need to set. If Johnny Rebel wants a title shot, he needs to do something between now and one night in hell to actually earn his place and attack Level-One two on one with weapons isn't it.

Level-One nods his head up and down; obviously in agreement with Violet's sentiments.

Level-One: If I retaliate than that is an act of war and I will have no reasonable explanation as to why Johnny Rebel has no business in the ring with me. Furthermore, retaliating will only give the APW that much more to work with and sell this potential match. The wise decision here is to ignore Johnny Rebel...

Kaylyn Evans pleads with Level-One.

Kaylyn Evans: You did that last week and how did that work out for you?

Level-One: It didn't.

Kaylyn Evans: Well, then!? What about this week? What are you going to do if Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean decide to attack you after your match this week?

Level-One doesn't answer and Kaylyn Evans turns to Violet, who does.

Violet LeWinter: Then he'll have no choice but to defend himself. While we hope this situation doesn't resort to that, we have the right to fend off any attackers. However, as per Lester's request, we are to stay out of it.

Kaylyn Evans: WHY!?

Level-One: ... because this isn't your battle to fight.

Kaylyn Evans frustrated backs off on her stance. Although she held strong opinions she understood she could only do so much for her allies.

Kaylyn Evans: Okay, so be it. Please, just don't forget that every minute you let that mad man run wild without his leash is another opportunity you give him to break one of our necks...

Kia LeWinter: Well, that's one way to look at it...

A frustrated Kaylyn Evans heads towards the door; Level-One tries to stop her but is quickly discouraged to do so by The LeWinter sisters.

Violet LeWinter: You're making the right choice, Lester.

The LeWinter sisters wrap their arms around the champion’s torso, as he looks away from the door and stares up at the television calmly tuning in with the rest of the audience  for the next match.


We come back to ringside, to find Joseph Johnson already in the ring.

Chase: Here we go, Darren! This is going to be GREAT!

Harvey: Nathaniel Havok looks for retribution against the man who attacked him weeks ago!

Chase: Havok went to Twitter earlier this week, saying he has a bombshell to drop tonight. What is it!?!

Harvey: He also said he was going to end Joe’s career tonight. Strong words from a man who hasn’t lived up to his own hype lately.

Chase: Watch your mouth, Darren!

The bell sounds as Johnsons music fades out, to signal the opening announcements.

Paige: The following match is the Singapore Cane match, scheduled for one fall! In the ring… JOSEPH JOHNSON!

The crowds boos are defining, as Joseph lifts his hands in the air.

“Cult of Personality” hits on the PA system, much to the delight of the capacity crowd.

Paige: Making his way to the ring, from the Underworld by way of Indianapolis, Indiana… Weighing in at 242 pounds… THE ENFORCER OF SORROW… NATHANIEL HAVOK!

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

SINGAPORE CANES MATCH
Nathaniel Havok Vs Joseph Johnson

The referee signals for the bell, and Nathaniel Havok stands from the corner. Immediately, Johnson grabs a cane attached to the turnbuckle, and darts at Nathaniel, who ducks a swing of the cane by Johnson. With Johnson now in the corner, Nathaniel begins to deliver thunderous rights and lefts to the face and head of his foe. He quickly grabs the same cane from the hands of Johnson, and lifts it above his head. As he comes down to swing, Johnson kicks Nathaniel square in the “family jewels”, sending the Enforcer of Sorrow down to his knees, as he drops the cane.

Chase: OUCH! Can he do that!?!?

Harvey: It’s all legal here!

Johnson grabs the cane, and lifts it above his head. He brings it down, smashing it over the head of Nathaniel Havok. Nathaniel seems to enjoy the pain, smiling at Johnson who can’t believe the look in Nathaniel’s eyes. He brings it up once again, and whacks Nathaniel once more with the cane.

Chase: Look at this! It’s not phasing Nathaniel at all! He looks like he’s enjoying this!

Harvey: He might be enjoying it, but trust me, it’s hurting him!

Johnson still can’t believe that Nathaniel is unharmed by his assault, and lifts the cane one more time up above his head. Before he can bring it down, Nathaniel sweeps the legs of his foe, bringing him down to the mat. As Joe falls, he releases the cane, which Nathaniel catches in mid-air. In one fluent motion, Nathaniel catches the cane, leaps to his feet, and before you know it, is bashing Johnson all over the body with the weapon. Much to the fans delight, Nathaniel continues to beat Johnson with the Singapore cane, until the cane itself looks to be unusable. With Johnson down and out, the crazed Enforcer of Sorrow begins taunting the fans, hyping them up and bringing the entire arena to their feet.

Chase: Look at this! The charisma, the determination, the heart of this man!

Harvey: He’s definitely feeling it tonight, that’s for sure!

Nathaniel looks around the ring for another cane, and sees another attached to a different turnbuckle. As Johnson begins to stir, Nathaniel grabs the cane, and stalks his prey. Johnson makes his way to his feet, wobbly at best. He slowly turns, and is caught right in the forehead with another shot from the Singapore cane. Johnson falls down to the mat, and is presumably out of it. Nathaniel chuckles, imitating a groggy Johnson, and falls to the mat himself. However, he can’t stop laughing, as he lays on his stomach next to Joseph Johnson, pointing and laughing at his foe. The crowd seems pleased, as they laugh right alongside the Enforcer of Sorrow.

Having as much fun as he can, Havok gets back to his feet, still laughing. However, his look turns into a serious look of concern for Johnson, as Johnson hasn’t moved an inch. He drops the cane and slowly walks over to his opponent. Bending down, Nathaniel lightly slaps the face of Johnson to try and wake him up. As Johnson begins to stir, Nathaniel helps him to his feet. Johnson sees this as a kind gesture, and slaps Nathaniel on the shoulder, thanking him for his help. Nathaniel assists Johnson back into the corner, to help Johnson stay upright. Nathaniel continues to check on his opponent, and walks over to the referee to talk to him. But before you know it, Nathaniel darts at an unexpected Johnson, and delivers a high knee to the head.

Chase: He fooled that idiot! He fooled him good, Darren!

With Johnson once again down, Nathaniel sees his opening. He gets a large grin across his face, and leaves the ring.

Harvey: Wait, what’s he doing? He’s coming over here!

Chase: Calm down, Harv! It looks like he’s grabbing a microphone!

Harvey: Yeah, and a steel chair!

With microphone and chair in hand, Nathaniel slides back into the ring. Joseph begins to stir, and Nathaniel prepares himself, as well as the chair. When Joseph is upright, Nathaniel swings for the fences, and hits a homerun across the head of Johnson.

Chase: IT’S OUTTA HERE! A GRANDSLAM!

Nathaniel doesn’t stop there, as he continues to beat on Johnson with the chair, as Johnson flops around on the mat below.

Harvey: Havok is a madman, he’s crazed! He’s going to town on Joseph Johnson with that chair! Who would have known that he’d be this violent tonight!?!?

Chase: It’s the new Havok, Darren! AND I LOVE IT!

Nathaniel stops the beating, looking down at Johnson with a sick grin on his face. However, he quickly begins to beat on Johnson once again with the chair, time after time, after time.

Harvey: Now that’s enough! Dammit, stop this thing! Johnson can’t even defend himself, this one should be over!

Chase: Anything goes, you know that!

Harvey: But a man’s career could be over, this isn’t right!

After a few minutes, Nathaniel stops once again. He finally drops the chair, and grabs the microphone. The fans that were once enjoying this beat down, now all stand in silence, showing concern for the opponent of Nathaniel Havok. Breathing heavily, Nathaniel places the microphone to his lips.

Havok: Since I’ve been in this business, I have exposed a lot of people. Exposed them as cowards, traitors, politicians, and more. But never in this business, have I ever come across a piece of trash like you, Joseph Johnson.

This has nothing to do with your cowardice attacks, and nothing to do with the fact that I THOUGHT you were in bed with Hurricane Jeff. As a matter of fact, it was JEFF who called ME… He had a bit of interesting news to share with me. You see, it turns out that you aren’t who you say you are, and I think you know what I’m talking about.

Nathaniel turns to the fans.

Havok: That’s right, ladies and gentleman… This man you see writhing in pain on the mat before you, isn’t Joseph Johnson. In fact, no one knows who he is!

Nathaniel turns his attention back to Johnson, who still lies prone on the mat. He leans down, looking at Johnson with the microphone still placed on his lips.

Havok: You know, I knew there was something funny going on, when everybody told me that starting a feud with you was a bad idea, that it could be bad for my career. They told me about your legend, saying that you were a damn good wrestler. But when I stepped into the ring with you, I found your skills to be lackluster at best. So why is that, “JOE”? Why is it that you’re so feared, so revered in wrestling circles… Yet when you make your way to Action Packed Wrestling, you seem to be nothing more than a big bag of hype?

Now, I’m no angel. I’ve done my fair share of not living up to my own hype. But when it comes to this ring, when it comes to my wrestling abilities, I always live up to my word! In this business, they don’t come more technically sound than the Enforcer of Sorrow! So when I found out from the APW President that you were claiming to be someone you’re not, I knew what I had to do.

Nathaniel slaps Joe in the face, waking him up from his nap.

Havok: Hey, Joe… We’re going to try this the easy way first, before we try it my way. Go ahead, tell us who you really are.

Nathaniel places the microphone in the face of Johnson, who says nothing. Rather, his heavy breathing and wincing in pain are the only two things that can be heard. After a few moments, Nathaniel has had enough. He stands to his feet, and begins stomping all over his foe. With the fans in silence, Nathaniel has them right where he wants them… Quiet to the point of hearing the truth. He kneels back down to once again address Johnson.

Havok: Let’s try this one last time, before we do it my way. Joe… IF that is your real name… Who are you?

Placing the microphone back in front of Johnson’s face, we get the same result. Heavy breathing, and the cries of agony.

Havok: So you don’t want to talk? Well, we have ways of making you talk.

Nathaniel stands to his feet and exits the ring. He walks to the announce table, shoving Darren Harvey out of his way. From under the announce table, Nathaniel grabs two pair of handcuffs, zip-ties, and a roll of duct tape.

Chase: What the hell, Harv! Hiding stuff for Nathaniel under the table, are we?

Harvey: Yeah, right! If anyone is the culprit, it’s you!

Chase: I plead the fifth!

Nathaniel slides back into the ring, and picks up Johnson. He backs him into the corner, handcuffing both his arms to the ropes. With Johnson kicking and screaming to be set free, Nathaniel once again grabs the steel chair, whacking him in the face once again.

Harvey: Now that’s enough! He’s had enough, Nathaniel! He’s had enough!

In the ring, the referee can only look on, as Nathaniel grabs the duct tape, and leaves the ring again. He duct tapes the midsection of Johnson, bringing the tape all the way around the ringpost multiple times. With Johnson unable to free himself, Nathaniel looks under the ring for more weapons to add to his arsenal.

Chase: More Singapore canes! Yes!

Harvey: Good! Hopefully we can get back to what this match is about!

Sliding back into the ring, Nathaniel immediately grabs the microphone.

Havok: Okay, one last chance before this gets ugly. You think the US Military is good at torturing people, boy… You aint seen nothing yet! Now, tell us who you are!

Nathaniel places the microphone back into the face of Johnson.

Johnson: Go to hell!

Havok: Been there, owned that.

Immediately after speaking, Nathaniel boots Johnson in the stomach. With the same sick grin on his face, he grabs the zip-ties, as well as the canes he has just brought into the ring. The referee stands powerless, watching all of this go down, as Nathaniel places a cane across the neck of Johnson. With as much pressure as Havok can muster, he zip-ties the cane to the ropes, choking Johnson, but leaving just enough room for him to barley be able to breathe. As Johnson kicks and screams, Nathaniel grabs another cane off the ground. With the microphone in his other hand, he takes a swing, connecting with the head of Johnson.

Chase: Another homerun for Havok! He’s batting 1,000 tonight!

Havok: NOW, NO MORE GAMES! WHO IN THE HELL ARE YOU?

Johnson says nothing, so Nathaniel winds up, swings, and connects with the midsection this time.

Havok: DAMMIT, WHO ARE YOU?

Again, Johnson says nothing. Again, Nathaniel swings for the fences, connecting with the midsection.

Havok: COME ON, NANCY! TELL THEM YOUR NAME IS NANCY!

Johnson refuses to respond, so Nathaniel hits him once again.

Havok: NANCY HABERDASHER! YOUR NAME IS NANCY HABERDASHER, TELL THEM!

Johnson: FINE! MY NAME IS NANCY! MY NAME IS NANCY!

Havok: Good! Now tell them you’re a lying sack of shit! Tell them you’re done in this business, that we’ll never see your sorry ass again!

Nancy Haberdasher refuses, so Nathaniel threatens another swat. Nancy buckles, and is ready to talk.

Nancy: I LIED! I’M DONE! I’LL LEAVE APW! I QUIT!

Havok: NO, NOT GOOD ENOUGH! Tell them you’re a piece of shit! Say you’re done in this business! Tell the world that we’ll never see your sorry ass again!

Nancy: I’m… I’m a piece of shit!

Havok: Go on!

Nancy: I’m done, I retire, you’ll never see me again!

Havok: Nope, wrong answer!

Havok winds up, and hits Nancy in the stomach once again.

Havok: Now… Say we’ll never see YOUR SORRY ASS again!

Nancy: You’ll never see my sorry ass again, I swear!

Havok smiles, and walks to the middle of the ring.

Havok: There you have it, folks! Ms. Haberdasher says she’s done, you’ll never see her again! And it’s a good thing, because you’re one ugly ass lady!

Havok darts over to Haberdasher once again, booting him/her square in the face. He then leans against the ropes, casually looking at his foe.

Havok: I guess it’s safe to say this match is over, right?

Nancy shakes his/her head in agreement.

Havok: So go ahead, tell the referee to stop the match.

Nancy: Please, please stop the match, I’ve had enough.

Winner: Nathaniel Havok

The referee calls for the bell, but Havok isn’t done. He smiles sarcastically at Nancy, who seems to have had far more than enough torture.

Havok: Now, Nancy… I’m not getting that full, satisfactory feeling that I normally get. And I really don’t know what to do about that. Should I continue beating on you?

Nancy shakes his/her head “no” in a very desperate way. Havok however, takes this as a “yes”, as he starts shaking his head the opposite way, up and down instead of left to right.

Havok: Yes? Yes I should? Why, thank you, Ms. Haberdasher! This will really give me the warm and fuzzy feeling I need. Thank you so much!

Havok drops the mic and grabs and winds the cane back. But instead of one thrash with the cane, Havok goes nuts, hitting him/her until this cane is just like the first, in a million pieces. At this point, security darts down the ramp and into the ring. Havok knows that the beating is over, as “Cult of Personality” hits on the PA. Security attempts to free Nancy Haberdasher (Joseph Johnson) from the ropes, as Havok celebrates mid-ring. Havok exits the ring and makes his way over to the announce table, where he can be heard through the commentators headset.

Havok: Hey Darren, thanks for holding onto this stuff for me! [/font]

Chase: I KNEW IT!

Havok then grabs a set of handcuff keys from under the table, and walks back to the side of the ring. Security personnel hold out their hands, awaiting the keys. But Havok “overshoots” them, tossing the keys far into the crowd, and acts as if it were an accident. Nathaniel then begins laughing hysterically as he makes his way up the ramp.

Harvey: Johnson is done in APW, Havok has made sure of that! This wasn’t a match, it was an all-out interrogation!

Chase: An interrogation that YOU helped him with! Great job, partner! I knew you’d come to the dark side eventually!

Overdrive heads backstage as security and EMTs attempt to free Nancy and take him/her away.

The scene cuts to Shane West backstage standing in a hallway as he happens to catch the Asylum General Manager Jason Kash coming out of the bathroom. He rushes up to Kash and stops him.

West: Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I am Shane West and I am standing here with the General Manager of Asylum, Jason Kash. Kash, what is going through your mind as you anticipate meeting the World Heavyweight Champion one on one tonight?

Jason Kash: I’m thinking about how rich I’ll be once I leave Moscow. Reaver and I have some money riding on my match tonight…

Kash sneakily grins.

West: Oh really? How much money are we talking about here? You never struck me as much of a gambler.

Jason Kash: I can’t spill all the beans, but you know what they say…when in Russia do as the Russians do…

Spade looks puzzled.

West: Umm, don’t you mean Rome?

Jason Kash: Yeah whatever. I could buy Rome after tonight if all goes according to plan haha! Oh and just know that once I hit the jackpot, I’m also paying off Raabies attornies to find a new case and no longer defend him. That guy is a douche!

West: Strong words for the former Asylum GM…

Jason Kash: He was no GM, he was a dictator for crying out loud! But anyways enough with Raab because this isn’t about him. And this isn't about Lester either. This is about how I’m in a great mood and I’m looking to capitalize from it. My “sources” have indicated that all six competitors for One Night In Hell’s Japanese Death Tornado Tag Team Match for the Titles are here tonight in Moscow and you know what means don’t you?

West: I dunno, more people to gamble with?

Jason Kash: No, even though that’s not a bad idea…

Kash snickers.

Jason Kash: But no, that means that I will be giving the outstanding fans of Overdrive a preview of One Night In Hell right here! Asylum seems to always take a back seat to Overdrive and as long as I’m GM, I’m going to be relentless as I prove otherwise. So you all get to witness The Dying Breed versus NewGen versus The Unforgiven in a non-title match right here tonight! You are welcome…now if you could excuse me, I have a match to get ready for…

Kash grins one last time and heads back to his locker room party before the scene fades out.

[President Jeff]

Paige: Our next match is scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 250 lbs., and representing Long Island, New York… MAD MUMF!

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

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 220 lbs., and representing Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada… Canyon CANYON!

Canyon is already in the ring, waiting for the match to begin

Mad Mumf vs. Canyon Canyon

Canyon explodes towards Mumf, taking him to the mat and unloading with a series of rights and lefts, while Mumf tries to defend himself! Canyon mixes in some forearm smashes to try and break through Mumf's defense, overpowering the smaller competitor, and repeatedly striking him in the face with such ferocity and intensity that he busts Mumf's forehead open!

Harvey: Some incredible intensity from John Canyon to start the match,

Chase: It didn’t take long for Mumf to bust open, Darren. I bet the Red Cross loves when he comes to give blood!

Out of desperation, Mumf reaches up and rakes Canyon across the eyes, giving him time to squirm out from the mounted position and rolls towards the ropes, wrapping his arms around the bottom rope, yelling at the ref to keep Canyon back! Canyon allows Mumf to get back to his feet, and once he’s up, Canyon comes rushing right back in, taking Mumf down to the mat once more! Canyon is throwing haymakers, but Mumf catches one, and tries to contort Canyon’s arm into a key lock! It's too early in the match, though, and “Marvelous One” powers his way out, but in the process, allows Mumf to squirm free once more! This time, Mumf rolls out of the ring to regroup, and Canyon is quick to follow him to the floor! Mumf takes the time to skate around to the other side of the ring, forcing Canyon to chase him.

Harvey: Maybe Mumf should worry more about facing Canyon in the ring instead of playing ring-around-the-rosey!

Chase: No, this is genius on Mumf's part! He's going to try and get Canyon winded!

The two men do about three laps around the ring before Mumf slides back in beneath the bottom rope, and attacks Canyon with clubbing blows to the back of the head as Canyon re-enters the ring! With Canyon momentarily down, Mumf gets up and gets a running start to the ropes, nailing Canyon in the side of the head with a front foot dropkick to the side of the head as the “Dapper Don” tries to make his way back to his feet! Mumf then stretches Canyon’s arm out and begins to drive his knee repeatedly into the right shoulder of Canyon Canyon! The fans are starting to get behind “The Monster” as Mumf continues to work the arm, getting it tied behind Canyon in a hammerlock on the mat, and he continues to drive the knees into the exposed shoulder of the big man!

Chase: Both of these men are trying to make a name for themselves on the Overdrive brand…and they are succeeding. Great back and forth action!

Mumf sticks one knee into the small of Canyon’s back, while planting his foot on the mat to the side of Canyon's head, and applies a vicious armbar at an extreme angle over Canyon’s back.

Harvey: Mumf has so much leverage from this position that it's going to be hard for Canyon to muscle his way out of this one. He needs to though, before permanent damage sets in!

Canyon uses his free arm to try and push himself up, but Mumf uses his free foot to stomp on Canyon’s hand, bringing him back down! Mumf adjusts his weight, positioning his legs to where they're wrapped around Canyon's left arm, and he pulls back even harder on Canyon's right arm! However, Canyon maneuvers his body around to where he's able to stretch out his foot and just barely gets it to break the plane of the ropes, by a toe, to where the ref begins the mandatory five count! Mumf reluctantly lets go on four, and the ref pushes him back to give Canyon a chance to get to his feet. As “The Marvelous One” is almost all the way up, Mumf charges towards his opponent, only to receive a huge back body drop from Canyon that sends Mumf flying over the ropes to the arena floor! Canyon drops to his knees and nurses his arm while Mumf is laid out on the arena floor!

Chase: Canyon launched Mumf so high, he should get points towards his frequent flyer miles!

The referee has started the ten count, and Mumf is barely stirring as Canyon rolls out of the ring and pulls him up with his left arm. Canyon Canyon drags Mad Mumf towards the announce table, bouncing his head off of it before rolling him back into the ring! Canyon slides immediately behind him, and he pulls Mumf up, taking him right back down with a Russian Leg Sweep, using his left arm to drive the move.

Chase: You can see Canyon favoring that right arm. That just tells Mumf to keep attacking it!

Harvey: Yeah, but Mumf has to get on the offensive first. Canyon is firmly in control after disposing Mad Mumf to the outside!

Canyon winds up with his left arm, waiting for Mumf to slowly get to his feet before running in and almost decapitating him with a Running Lariat! As Mumf tries to get up again, he's greeted with another Running Lariat! Canyon strings together a series of five Running Lariats before going for the cover,

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Harvey: Canyon is trying to put Mumf away here. He's going to want to try and end this one early, so as not to suffer further harm to that arm!

Canyon pulls Mumf up by the head again, but this time, Mumf recovers to loo up and punch his opponent in the gut! Mumf then shoves him back and gets to his feet, launching several hard kicks towards Canyon, purposefully targeting the right arm of his opponent! Canyon grits his teeth in pain with another kick that has enough force to echo throughout the arena! Mumf mixes it up with kicks and punches, backing Canyon into the corner before wrapping Canyon's arm around the top rope! Mumf attacks the shoulder socket with clubbing blows, and when Canyon shoves him out of the corner, Mumf stays right on him like a pit bull, attacking the arm again! The ref gets in to try and break the two men up, telling Mumf to get Canyon out of the corner. Mumf ignores the ref, continuing to club the exposed shoulder joint of Canyon, until the ref begins the five count! Mumf backs up on four, holding his hands up to feign innocence, and that's just the opening Canyon needs to burst out of the corner, taking Mumf down to the mat with a spear! The back of Mumf's head bounces sickeningly off the mat, and he has a faraway look in his eyes as he lies on the mat! However, Canyon's arm didn't like the sudden jolt either, and he lies on the mat, clutching his arm in pain.

Harvey: This is not a good situation for either competitor. They might end each other’s career before either one really takes off!

Chase: Canyon's arm is preventing him from following up on that big move, and had he been able to make a pinfall attempt on Mumf there, he probably could have had this one!

Both men begin to make their way to their feet at roughly the same time, and Mumf reaches his feet just a fraction of a second earlier. He runs in and takes Canyon down with a Running Leg Lariat! He pops back up and as Canyon begins to head back up, Mumf runs towards the ropes and jumps up, bouncing off to take Canyon back down with a Springboard Crossbody! He covers Canyon,

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Harvey: Even with one arm, Canyon is a beast!

Mumf is quick to stomp Canyon as he tries to get up, and as he pulls Canyon up the rest of the way, he pulls the right arm into a Hammerlock. He then places his boot into the back of Canyon's calf, pushing in and forcing Canyon to one knee, while maintaining the Hammerlock. Mumf then wraps his free arm around the neck of Canyon, and snaps back violently, pulling off a modified Shockwave Reverse DDT! Canyon's leg pops out from beneath him, and Canyon screams in pain.

Chase: What a vicious, nasty move by Mumf there, targeting three parts of Canyon's body with that Shockwave Reverse DDT!

Harvey: A big man like Canyon probably isn't flexible enough to have his leg bent in that kind of position! Nobody is!

Mumf smells blood in the water, and he wipes some blood from his forehead before locking in a Cross Armbar on Canyon's right arm! Canyon grits his teeth in pain, while Mumf wrenches on the hold, spazzing violently to apply even more pressure towards the arm!

Harvey: He's trying to break his arm! The ref needs to stop Mumf here!

Mumf is almost frothing at the mouth, yelling for Canyon to tap out! Canyon is fighting with all of his might, and somehow, some way, musters the strength to break the hold after about a minute of torture! Canyon has an enraged look on his face as both of them make their way to their feet! Mumf throws the first punch, but Canyon blocks it, and fires one off of his own! Mumf throws another blocked blow, and Canyon responds with another hard punch!

Harvey: Canyon is getting a rush of adrenaline!

Chase: Get out of there Mumf!

Canyon strings together a series of hard punches that sends Mumf reeling, before shooting him into the ropes and lifting him up into a bodyslam position, holding him far off the mat, and spinning around, almost posing at each side of the ring.

Chase: How is Canyon lifting Mumf like this with the hurt arm!? He's a freak of nature!

Harvey: It has to be adrenaline!

Canyon lets out a yelp of pain as his arm gives out on him, and Mumf drops down on the mat! As Canyon turns to face Mumf, he gets a swift kick to the right arm, followed by a quick kick to the gut, hunching him over. Mumf picks Canyon up in a inverted fireman’s carry and drops him with a inverted Death Valley Driver!

Harvey: The Death Sentence!

Mumf covers
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Winner: Mad Mumf

Mumf’s music hits and the ref raises his arm in victory as we go to backstage

Returning to the backstage area, more people have showed up for the Party that Jason Kash put together for the show. You see Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood chatting amongst themselves while watching an attractive woman dance near the speakers pumping out music. Reaver is seen behind the "DJ Booth" which is more a CD Player and a case of CDs being played.

Jason Kash is seen right outside the door of the locker room, talking with Asylum's Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins. All of them feeling odd still being civil to each other but Kash seems in high spirits still and as he laughs, he pats the side of Hopkins shoulder. Then Kash notices someone just looking around with a smile on her face. He excuses himself from Dying Breed and creeps over to her without her seeing him approach.

Kash: Boo!

He grabs her at her sides from behind in a tickle like grab and she jumps, flinching from the scare of being snuck up on.

Female: Bloody Hell! You scared me Luv!

Her accent. It was HOT and Kash smiled knowing he was instantly at "attention".

Kash: I just LOVE your accent! Say my name...It's Ja--

Female: Jason Kaahsh..

He grabs his heart with one hand and stumbles back like he skipped a few beats. She laughs and his smile grows.

Kash: Do you work here? In this building?

Female: I work with APW actually. Production. My Broth-ah got me the jaahb.

Kash: No shit? I'd like to shake his hand! Well please, enjoy yourself. Oh hey, whats your name? Since you know mine, it's only fair right?

She smiles and nods ever so slightly agreeing with him as if it was a serious question.

Female: Leliana.

Kash: Very nice to meet you Leliana! Save me a dance, yeah?

Leliana: But of course!

She nods again and turns away gracefully. Kash has a strange feeling come over him. He leans to the left and lets out the fart and the feeling is gone. He doesn't take his eyes off Leliana as she disappears through the small crowd of the locker room.

[President Jeff]

We return from commercial break. We See Leon Roberts doing some shadow boxing, warming up for his match, coming up next. Demonica is sitting at a crate. The cameraman moves in closer.

Cameraman: Hey Leon?

Leon: Yeah?

Cameraman: I was just wondering if you heard about your upcoming match at One Night in Hell.

Leon: Well I hadn't heard that there was an acceptance, but i'm glad he has accepted. Glad to see he's willing to have another round.

Cameraman: Actually about that...

Leon: What's going on?

Cameraman: It's actually been booked as a triple threat title match with Mad Mumf.

Leon looks at the camera, completely stunned. But faster then anything could be said. Leon lunged, and punched the cameraman, who dropped the camera. It's lucky that it's still recording. Leon screams, as he kicks the cameraman a few times. He grunts in annoyance when done.

Leon: This is BULL*censored*! DE...WE'RE HEADING TO THE RING!

The last thing that the camera sees is Leon and Demonica leaving.

We cut to ringside, where our next match is ready to begin.

The lights fade, before the stage begins to flicker just as 'Scum Of The Earth' begins to play.

Scum of the Earth! COME ON!

A massive amount of pyro burst from the stage and ramp. the ramp fire continues to burn, as red for is seen from the stage.

Yeah
Run and kill (yeah)
Destroy the will (yeah)
A hero that doesn't exist
Yeah
Smoking gun (yeah)
Well I am the one (yeah)
A bullet hole
In your fist
Yeah

Paige: The following contest, is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring. Being accompanied by Demonica Roberts. From Toronto Ontario Canada. Weighing in at 275 pounds. Leon 'The Virus' Roberts!

Leon and Demonica walk from the curtains. The normal entrance of them rising up from their skeleton throne is absent, as Leon is making a bee-line to the ring.

Hey, I'm breathing
Hey, I'm bleeding
Hey, I'm screaming
Scum of the earth
Come on!

Hey, I'm breathing
Hey, I'm bleeding
Hey, I'm screaming
Scum of the earth
Come on!

The lights come back on, as the audience cheers. Leon slides into the ring, and demands a mic. He grabs the mic when Demonica presents it to him.

Leon: So you all just heard. Well who's *censored* was it? Was it our GM's idea, President Jeff's, or Smith's himself. Mumf doesn't *censored* deserve to be part of this match. Hell, I'll bet the only reason he's in, is because he's essentially a meat shield for Smith.

The audience gives a split reaction to what Leon just said. Leon scowls, clearly pissed off from what he was just told.

Leon: If that's how it's gonna be, well then that was a big mistake. I don't care who called it, it's obvious it's protection for Smith, because it's clear to me now, that if he doesn't fear me, then management does. To the point where their next 'golden boy' is clearly going to be *censored* up beyond repair. A meat shield will not stop that. One night In Hell...Get ready boys. You're in my world now. Now bring out my *censored* 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,

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.

Paige: And his opponent. From Boston Massachusetts. Weighing in at 225 pounds. ATLAS ADAMS! [/

Harvey: I always get excited for new talent coming on the roster. Action never dies, we just evolve and advance! Got to love it!!

Leon Roberts Vs. Atlas Adams

Atlas looks around the arena at the flashing cameras, smile on his face as he realized he's made it to the big time. The bell sounds and Leon Roberts rushes across the ring at Adams. Overwhelming Atlas, Roberts plows into him in the corner turnbuckles. He wails on him with repeated shots to the covered head as Adams tries to block. Stepping back away from Adams, "The Virus" hears the loud boos poured on him by the fans. He burst forward again and crushes Atlas Adams with a big Corner Splash that crumbles Adams down into the corner.

Chase: And THAT'S how Rookies in APW get dealt with. That right there is how it should be done. Get em Leon!!

Ripping Adams from his squatted position in the corner, Leon Roberts whips him hard across the ring. As Adams approaches the ropes, he leaps up and springs off the ring ropes. Roberts running after him, Adams twists around from the spring and cracks an approaching Leon Roberts to the mouth with a kick to the face. The fans erupt in cheer as the newest Action Megastar has surprise Roberts.

Adams claps his hands as he almost runs up back to his feet. He's ready for the shot, the opportunity in front of him as he turns and watches Leon Roberts push up to his feet. The "Sleeper Agent" reacts and attacks with a Running Dropkick to the front of Robert's knee and he spins out from the blast to his knee and hits the canvas again. Another round of cheers from the crowd as Atlas Adams returns to his feet and throws an arm up to the Live Audiences celebration.

Harvey: These fans are taking a quick liking to Mr. Adams in his debut match!

Chase: That's because they don't know how much of a beast Leon Roberts is. They keeping slipping on Roberts like he's a wet floor.

Roberts begins returning to his feet as Atlas Adams grabs him with a DDT grapple. Roberts lifts Adams up, throwing him up and letting him free fall with a Flapjack release. Adams belly flops into the canvas and bounces onto his side holding his stomach. Demonica outside the ring claps and cheers as the fans show the opposite for Leon Roberts. He ignores them and grabs Adams with a handful of his hair.

Roberts leaves Adams standing dazed and groggy on his own and slaps him across the face. Adams stumbles sideways as Leon Roberts takes off to the right side of the ring. He bounces off the ropes and as Atlas Adams turns back, Roberts lifts a leg and goes for a beautiful Big Boot but Adams ducks it, twirls behind Roberts and spins, hitting a Rolling Elbow to the back of Roberts head and "The Virus" falls forward into the ropes nearby.

Chase: Roberts got caught up there, come on Virus, lets get it done!

Harvey: This would be a HUGE win for Atlas Adams and you can't see the magic is a talented Rookie to APW? Somethings wrong with you..

Pushing off the ropes, Leon Roberts turns around as Atlas Adams comes in fast and hits a Crossbody but Roberts catches him and stays up with the help of the ropes against his back. Adams tries driving elbows but Roberts hurries and flattens his opponent with a 2 Step Powerslam. He hooks a leg and goes for a pin attempt.

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Pushing off the canvas, Leon Roberts rises to his feet bringing Adams with him. He slices at his neck slowly to show a finish is in sight and lifts Adams up with a Gorilla Press.

Chase: He's going for the "Hellbound Chokeslam" if he hits this, it's DONE.

Wiggling, Atlas Adams slides off behind Roberts and drives a clubbing forearm to his back. Grabbing him, he hooks both arms and sets up for a Tiger Suplex. Roberts holds himself on the ground, pulling and trying to break his arms free of the position. Releasing Roberts left arm, "The Virus" whips out and turns around as Adams keeps his right held tight. Adams ducks a clothesline attempt by Roberts and gets a setup on a Northern Lights Suplex and hits him with a nice Bridge attached to it. The referee drops and slaps the canvas for the attempt.

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Kicking out of the pin, Roberts tries to get up but Adams is up before him and hits him to the side of his face as he rises. Another well placed shot follows and Roberts gets drilled once more as he is thrown back into the nearby corner by Atlas Adams. Roberts is stunned and hit with an Instant Big Boot to the corner. Adams turns and runs diagonally across the ring and hits the opposite corner pads. He breaks into a rush back at Roberts and goes for a Shining Wizard but Roberts pulls and dips out of the corner, Adams pounds into the corner with a knee and his chest lays over the top turnbuckle. Roberts smiles as he approaches Adams from behind and slams down clubbing forearms into Adams back.

Harvey: These two can't keep control, it's going back and forth and what a match this has become here tonight!

Chase: When it matters my boy Roberts has taken control. He's the more experienced man inside an APW Ring. This could be it right now!!

Lifting Adams up, Roberts sits him up on the top turnbuckle with his back to the ring. Exiting the ring onto the apron, Roberts climbs the outside turnbuckle to get in front of Adams. He pulls his opponent and looks to be going for his Top Rope Crucifix Powerbomb. The fans get some bass in their boos as he grabs the waist of Atlas Adams and stands up high looking down at the ring canvas.

Chase: Hit it, put this Rookie in his place!!


He goes for it, lifting Adams and allowing his body to slide down a bit back to back, holding him at the armpits. Roberts pushes forward and comes off the top turnbuckles, tossing Adams up and releasing him as they both come down onto the canvas. Roberts drops down onto his stomach and pushes up to see Atlas Adams slam down hard into the canvas on his shoulders and neck. "The Virus" crawls over and keeps Adams rolled up, covering him for the pinfall attempt.

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Paige: Winner via Pinfall..."THE VIRUS" LEON ROBERTS!!!

Chase: AHAHAHA!! Wooo Hooo!! Good Show!

Harvey: Impressive debut for Atlas Adams but as my Broadcast partner would argue, experience inside an APW ring might have been reason enough for Roberts to pick up the win.

"Scum of the Earth" begins to play but the deafening boos fade out the music as Leon Roberts smiles and rises to his feet. The referee begins to raise his arm but Demonica scurries into the ring and shoves the referee out of the way and raises Roberts arm herself. The two embrace to the crowds boos, celebrating the win over a new signing to APW.

[President Jeff]

Michael Jennings oversees The Black Hand's operations as Chris Madison and Stefan Raab roll in a large weapons crate. The power faction begins to sort through the items and Michael Jennings grabs himself a steel chair and kendo stick.

Michael Jennings: What do you guys think? Do I dent Biggs skull in with a steel chair or should I give him a few splinters with the kendo stick?

The laughter that follows is soon interrupted by two uninvited visitors. Michael Jennings turns around as Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean step forward. Tommy Knox and Niobe Martin try to cut them off at the pass but are casually shoved aside by The Original Sindicate.

Michael Jennings: You know Johnny; it isn't wise to show up unarmed to a weapons fight...

Michael Jennings crosses his arms and grins ear to ear as The Black Hand begin to close in on them.

Felipe DeLorean: Lady and gentlemen, we aren't here looking for a fight. We have many of the same goals you do. You saw what we did to Level-One last week. You all watched us beat him down like the dog he is and you know what we're capable of.

Michael Jennings: Likewise.

Johnny Rebel smirks.

Johnny Rebel: I didn't want it to come to this but after running around like a chicken with its head cut off last week it's obvious nobody on this roster is willing to get their hands dirty -- they're all terrified of Level-One.

Michael Jennings: Well, we aren’t. In fact, if we weren't spread so thin devoting our time to making Biggs and CJ Gates life's hell we would have already done something about him.

Johnny Rebel: That's exactly why I and Felipe DeLorean are here, Jennings. I am not going to pretend like you guys were my first choice but one could argue our lack of options can only make our bond stronger.

In the background, Chris Madison objects.

Chris Madison: Jennings, don't forget these are the same guys who tried to align themselves with Biggs just last week.

Johnny Rebel: Shut up, Madison.

Disrespected, Chris Madison is quick to move in for a good ol' fashion brawl but he's restrained by the other members of the Black Hand.

Michael Jennings: Chris has a point, Johnny and I'd rethink your choice of words before you leave here in a stretcher. They're a little antsy; they can't wait out to test out the new toys.

Felipe DeLorean: Understandable.

Johnny Rebel lifts his hands pleading innocence.

Felipe DeLorean: Mr. Jennings, on the behalf of Johnny Rebel and I, I would like to extend an offer to you and The Black Hand to join us in an all-out attack against Biggs, CJ Gates and Level-One. You scratch our backs, we scratch yours.

Michael Jennings: Fine. Sounds like a good deal... but what's the catch?

Johnny Rebel: Why does there have to be a catch?

Michael Jennings: I don't know, you tell me.

Johnny Rebel finds himself lost for words as he looks to Felipe DeLorean for answers to which he is able to provide.

Felipe DeLorean: Well, seeing as The Original Sindicate has made an historical impact - it is imperative that we merge under our banner. The Black Hand - it's catchy, cool, grungy... but it isn't The Sindicate. Secondly, you'll need to step down de facto leader and appoint me ahead of all of the crews operations.

The Black Hand collective is clearly up in arms about this, as they begin to chatter amongst themselves vocalizing their displeasure with the deal. Mr. Jennings on the other hand can't help but laugh.

Micheal Jennings: You're kidding me, right?

Johnny Rebel: This is no laughing matter, Jennings. It's taken you guys like - what? - two months to take care of Biggs alone? Clearly, The Black Hand needs some new leadership to take us in a better direction in the shortest amount of time.

Felipe DeLorean: Please reason with us, Mr. Jennings. I have a track record in leadership, I was born for this. Allow me to lead us into battle and victory is not a promise but a guarantee. I am afraid there is no other way.

Michael Jennings goes to speak but he's cut off.

Felipe DeLorean: There is no need to voice anymore of your concerns, Mr. Jennings. I understand them in theory but this an offer I know, you know, you can't pass up. Do whatever you need to convince your boys to get on board with this even if it means losing one of them in the process. We expect you to get this sorted by the end of the night.

Johnny Rebel: See you later, Jennings. Oh, and bring along a few of those toys while you're at it. I'm sure we can put them to good use.

Johnny Rebel nudges Michael Jennings playfully on his shoulder before The Original Sindicate waltzes out of the locker room feeling accomplished that they've brokered a deal. However, the look in Michael Jennings eyes says otherwise.

Chris Madison: You're not going through with this, are you?

Michael Jennings snarls as he stares intently at the same door The Original Sindicate had left through.

Michael Jennings: You'll find that out about the same time they will.


Paige: The following non title contest is scheduled 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 head

As those female words of "Ignite" by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela begins to play through the arena’s sound system a purple-haired lady comes out from the backstage area with a black jacket draped over her shoulders. The fans gives out a rather mixed response to this woman they knew as one Robina Hood..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. Suddenly a male voice began to sing, at a faster rate than the female voice that came beforehand, and as the voice sung Robina made her way to ringside. She was a bit slow to go over to the ring steps as the female's eyes were darting about, as if checking to see who is in attendance.

Paige: Introducing first, from Sherwood forest, she is ROBINA HOOD!

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

AMY ZING flashes across the screen. Various shots of Amy standing in the ring are shown. The final shot is of Amy bent over, and then rising, arms wide and pointing to the sides. As this shot is taken, the camera spins around, showing her from all angles, stopping to face her when she poses. Amy Zing comes running out of the entrance way. She runs to one end of the entrance stage, then to the other. She then walks to the middle and bends with her fingers touching the ground. She rises, spreading her arms out and pointing to the fans. She brings her hands together then breaks them apart. She walks down to the ring slaping hands with the fans on both sides of the barricade as she does.

Paige: And her opponent, she is the current APW North American Champion, this is AMY ZING!

Standing in front of the ring, Amy leapfrogs onto the apron. She slingshots herself into the ring and runs to the corner. Amy pulls herself up to the turnbuckle, spreading her arms out to the sides, pointing to the crowd. Slowly, she brings them together. Once her hands touch, Amy takes the title off her waist and holds it high above her head. Holding the title to her, Amy suddenly backflips off the turnbuckle, landing in the ring. She shoulders the title belt. She thrusts the title back into the air. Amy shoulders the title and then unwraps the ribbon on her arm, using it to tie her hair into a ponytail as she waits for the match to begin.

NON TITLE

Amy Zing Vs Robina Hood

The bell rings and the two lock up and Robina gets a side headlock on Amy and takes her over with a take down. Robina has it locked in tight and Amy battles to her feet and shoots Robina off into the ropes. Robina comes back and takes Amy down with a shoulder block. Robina does a pose and then runs off the ropes. Amy goes to her stomach and Robina hops over her and hits the Ropes. Amy is up and hip tosses Robina. The crowd cheers and Amy gives Robina a arm drag into a arm bar and locks it in.

Harvey: The last time these two faced off against each other in a singles match, was at a Meltdown Super show where Amy won the North American Title

Chase: And since then, Amy Zing has been on fire!

With the Arm bar still on, Robina gets to her feet and gets into the ropes, forcing Amy to break the hold. The two circle each other again and are about to lock up, but Robina puts the breaks on and puts her hand in the air, looking to do a test of strength.

Chase: I’ve always wondered who was stronger between the two.

Amy brings her hand up, just as hands are about to lock up, Robina cheep shots Amy and kicks her in the gut and gives her a forearm shot in the back of the head, knocking her down. Robina lifts Amy up and suplexes her in the middle of the ring and covers her
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Robina lifts Amy up and takes her to the corner and begins choking her with her hand. The ref counts 1...2...3..4...Robina releases the choke. Robina grabs a hand full of Amy’s hair and snap mares her and then kicks her in the spine. Robina picks Amy up and throws her into the ropes. Robina goes for a clothesline, but Amy ducks it. She hits the ropes and gets caught with a back elbow from Robina. Robina covers
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Harvey: At One Night in Hell, these two along with Shione and KJE will be in a Bra and Panties match for the North American Title

Chase: I think I’m more excited for that match than any other match on the card.

Robina turns Amy over and drops a knee on the back on Amy’s head. Robina picks Amy up and throws her into the corner. Robina runs and catches Amy with a clothesline and Amy falls to the mat with her head resting on the bottom turn buckle. Robina then gives Amy the Stinkface.

Harvey: What humiliation

Chase: I love it!

Robina pulls Amy up, throws her off into the ropes and catches her with the Sleeper in the middle of the ring. Amy tries to fight it, but is slowly fading away. Robina takes her to the mat and Amy isn’t moving. The ref checks her and raises her arm and it falls.

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Chase: If it falls here, its over!

The ref raises Amy’s arm, it falls but at the last second, comes back up and the fans cheer. Amy fights to her feet, gets the top of her head under Robina’s chin and Amy sits down, giving Robina a Jaw Breaker and both girls lay on the mat.

Harvey: Great counter by Amy

Both girls get to their feet and Amy takes Robina down with a clothesline. Robina bounces back up and goes back down with another clothesline. Robina gets back up and Amy scoops her up and slams her hard in the middle of the ring and goes for a cover.
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Amy lifts Robina up and starts giving her various kicks to the legs, backing her to the corner. Amy throw Robina to the opposite corner. Amy runs at her, jumps on her and Monkey flips Robina out of the corner. Robina pulls herself up in the opposite corner. Amy runs, does a handspring back elblow, connecting with Robina.

Harvey: Amy is on a roll

Amy grabs Robina and sits her on the top rope. Amy takes a few steps back and uses the bottom rope to do a handstand, and wraps her ankles around Robina’s head and takes her over with a hurricanrana. Amy covers
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Amy waits for Robina to get up. Just as she does, Amy goes for a big kick, but Robina does a Matrix move to avoid it. Robina quickly grabs Amy from behind and gives her a reverses STO into the middle turn buckle. Robina takes a quick second to regroup. She brings Amy to the middle of the ropes and goes for an Irish whip, but Amy reverses it. As Robina comes back, Amy connects with a jumping reverse corkscrew roundhouse kick.

Harvey: The Fenghuang Kick!

Amy covers
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Winner: Amy Zing

Amy’s music plays and the ref raises her arm in victory.

Harvey: If Amy hits that move at One Night in Hell, she may just walk out still the champion.

Chase: Another big win for Amy Zing this week.

Amy continues to celebrate as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Our cameras pan into the backstage area where the Moscow crowd responds with a loud, but mixed reaction upon seeing Tyler Harrison making his way into what appears to be his own, personalized locker-room.

Chase: How does this guy get his own locker-room, yet, we have to share one with the camera crew?!

Harvey: Hush.

He steps inside and closes the door behind him, making his way over to the monitor which sits atop a wooden table. He turns the monitor on-- and then soon hears two, heavy, solid knocks on hs door. Tyler raises an eyebrow and timidly turns, making his way to the door, pulling it open.

To the dismay of our audience, Sentinel and Zachariah Blood, sans their ladies, are standing in wait for him. The big man leans against the door arch by one arm while Zachariah stands with arms folded. When Tyler opens the door, Blood stares him dead in the eye.

Zachariah Blood: Tyler. So you ARE here. When you didn't answer my texts I started to...well, worry isn't the word. More like...wonder. Yes, wonder. Whether or not I was being avoided.

Tyler looks between the two and tries to shove the door in their faces-- but Sentinel easily blocks it with one arm while Blood shoves Tyler back. Tyler tumbles over his chair and to the floor, looking up at the two in fear.

Tyler: What... WHAT?! Jesus-- I lived in Moscow for a year, alright? I have fans here. I had an autograph signing, and-- and I-- I just decided to come to the arena to show some support for the Dying Breed... Ouch...

Tyler sits upright and rubs his head, but notices the dissatisfied looks of the Unforgiven.

Tyler: And YOU. You guys, duh. Of course. Ugh. God. Big fans. Huge fans of yours...

Zachariah Blood: You scare too easy, Tyler. Chill out or you'll have a heart attack by the time you're 35 if you don't relax.

Sentinel actually offers a hand to Tyler, but when it's taken he almost pulls the kid to his feet and over the big man's shoulder, right back to the floor! Blood snorts and levels that stare on Tyler again.

Zachariah Blood: We're just here to make sure you deliver a message to Parker.

Tyler dusts himself off and looks around.

Tyler: Yeah? Well... I can... but she's not here. You know-- hard to contact this week. Ya know?

He looks between the two of them, nervously.

Zachariah Blood: Yeah, we know.

He gets right in Tyler's face and only Sentinel's hand on his shoulder draws him back before things get mean. Blood follows his partner's direction but makes sure Tyler gets the message.

Zachariah Blood: You know what the message is. Make sure she gets it. Understand?

Tyler simply looks down and gives a short nod, shoving his hands into his pockets. With that said, the Unforgiven make their exit.

Tyler closes the door behind them, slowly. He stands there, hand on the door handle for a few moments before an angry grunt escape his throat and he drives fist, after fist, after fist into the drywall.

He pivots away from the door and pulls his phone from his pocket, dialing furiously before raising it to his ear.

Tyler: Pick up... pick up... pick up... pick up... pick up... pick up...

Hey.

Tyler: Aubrey, look, I know Overdrive isn't your territory but--

Totally not here right now. Leave a message and I'll get ba--

Tyler: GODDAMNIT!

Tyler chucks the phone aganst the wall and drops down into his chair, burying his hands in his face, breathing heavily. He lowers his hands, looking all around the room... He rises to his feet and grabs his phone, along with his bag. He turns and shoves his way out of his locker-room, making his way down the corridor.

Chase: What the hell...

Harvey: I guess we're gonna have to wait until Asylum to find out. But the Unforgiven is still in the arena! We've still got action tonight! Anything could happen!

We fade to black on the empty locker-room.

Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen do we have a doozy up next for you!

Chase: Is it finally time for The Unforgiven?

Harvey: Nope. It's time for the Big Apple Asskicker and Jace Savage!

Chase: Yawn! Wake me up when it's time for The Unforgiven!

Harvey: I don't think president Jeff would be too keen on you sleeping on the job. Plus this is going to be one hell of a match. Arguably the greatest Xtreme Champion in the history of the APW taking on one of the hottest young athletes we have!

Chase: Yeah but without Hollywood out here AC Smith is going to destroy Jace!

Harvey: Perhaps...but anything can happen on any night. Let's go to Nicky Paige for the official commencement of this match.

The cameraman pans from the announce table to Nicky Paige who's standing by the timekeepers table.

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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a non title match. Introducing first, From New York City! Weighing 275 pounds...The APW Xtreme Champion...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.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 220 pounds, from Los Angeles, California, JACE SAVAGE!!!

My Time plays, Jace comes walking out of the back with green and gold fire works showering down. Jace stops at the top of the ramp. He points to the crowd, making a sweeping motion across the arena. Jace walks down to the ring, slapping the hands of fans on the way down. He walks up the stares, and wipes his on the apron before climbing in the ring. Jace climbs a turn buckle, points to the fas, then points to himself. He climbs off the turn buckle an gets ready for the match to begin.

Non Title Match: One on One
A.C. Smith vs. Jace Savage

Harvey: And here we go!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

At the start of the bell the two men slowly inch towards the middle of the ring looking for an opening. They lock up with a collar and elbow tie up and jockey for position. The much larger AC Smith uses his brute strength and shoves Savage off of him and to the canvass. Jace quickly pops up to one knee and stares down the behemoth standing on the other side of the ring. He tweaks his neck and shrugs his shoulders while standing up. The two men begin circling once again.

Chase: This isn't even fair. Smith has about fifty five pounds on Savage.

Harvey: What better test than Smith? At One Night in Hell he will have to deal with a man of similar stature, Sentinel!

After circling they try for another collar and elbow tie up. This time Jace uses some speed to duck underneath and grab ahold of AC with a rear waist lock. AC quickly moves to the ropes and grabs a hold of the ropes while Jace tries to pull backwards. The big man nearly moves and Jace falls backwards onto his back. He stands back up to his feet and nods his head.

Chase: He's too strong!

Harvey: He may be the strongest man in the APW!

This time Jace skips the circling and sends himself bouncing off the ropes. He attempts a clothesline but Smith has it scouted and ducks underneath. Once he turns around he finds Jace waiting and begins to chop at his tree trunk like thighs with some stiff kicks. Jace eventually gets Smith down to one knee. Jace takes the moment to step back before charging with a boot to the face!

Smith shakes off the cobwebs and rises to his feet rather quickly. Jace flips him over with a snap mare take down and follows it up with a stiff kick to the spine! Jace lays across Smith for the early pin attempt.

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Chase: Look at his freakish strength, there's no beating this man. Especially with a kick to the spine.

Harvey: Yeah, but it's looking to be all Jace from the get go.

Jace stood on the apron simultaneously with Smith rising in the ring. Smith spun around to look for Jace and was hit in the jaw by a springboard drop kick from Savage! Jace stomps away at Smith and keeps him from passing all fours on his way to his feet. Jace assists AC up before slamming him backwards with a Russian leg sweep! Jace floats over for the cover...

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Harvey: That would have been fitting. Defeating someone with a Russian Leg Sweep while we are here in Moscow!

Chase: That's a pathetic attempt at a cheap pop!

Jace stands near the ropes and waits for Smith who's using those same ropes to get to his feet. Jace jumps and bounces off the second rope. He spins in midair and throws Smith over with a Frankensteiner! Jace refuses to let up and lifts Smith up and holds him vertically in the air before dropping him head first with a brain buster. Jace attempts another pin.

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Harvey: I think this high speed attack may actually be wearing Smith down.

Chase: Perhaps, but it's only creating false hope.

Savage looks baffled as he catches his breath on his knees. He shakes his head and lifts Smith up with a front face lock. He drives his knee into Smiths face twice and then swings him back to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! Instead of going for the cover he once again lifts AC up with a front face lock. This time he drags AC to the ropes and drapes him over the middle rope with his head facing the outside.

Jace climbs to the nearest corner and sits perched atop of the ropes for a brief moment. He leaps off and attempts a leg drop but Smith steps backwards into the ring and Jace lands on the apron! Smith recollects himself and zones in on Savage who stands to his feet. AC grabs him from underneath his arm and tosses him back into the ring over the top rope, crashing to the canvass on his back.

Chase: Told you so...

Harvey: You may be right but Smith is still feeling the effects of that onslaught.

Jace gets to his feet and stumbles I the middle of the ring. Smith lays him out with a running lariat. Jace quickly pops up but gets leveled by a second running lariat. This time a bit more lethargic Jace stands again. He gets met with a third running lariat that keeps him on the ring mat. Smith lets out a roar as he shakes off what effects were left from Jace's earlier offense.

Smith helps Jace up an quickly whips him into an opposing corner. He gives him no moment to breath and climbs up onto the second rope. AC looks out at the fans before raining down with punches as the fans count along.

"One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven."

Jace is able to slide his arms up to cover up and shoves AC off of him. He comes staggering out of the corner but receives a nasty Big Boot that renders him motionless. AC hops on for the cover.

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Harvey: I thought he took his head off with that boot! My god the force behind every move he does in that ring.

Chase: That's why he's arguably the great Xtreme Champion in the history of the APW.

Smith quickly picks Jace up and dangles him over his shoulder. He matches around the ring much to the approval of the fans. He quickly drops to one knee and smashes Jace's shoulder down across it with a shoulder breaker. He pops back up while holding Jace and then slams him down with a running powerslam! AC lays across Jace and hooks the leg this time while making the cover.

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Harvey: I thought that shoulder breaker, powerslam combo was it!

Chase: I don't know how Jace kicked out of that one!

Smith walks over to the corner and squats down, watching Jace inch towards the ropes. Jace pulls himself to his feet and turns into a charging AC Smith. Smith nearly folds him in half with a spear! He quickly locks in a dragon sleeper to Jace but keeps one arm free. The fans shout out to Smith who begins clubbing Savage with stiff blows to the exposed chest and the fans count along with him. After five blows he lets the limp body hit the mat.

Smith then lifts Jace to his feet and quickly up over his head with a military press. He shows off his strength by pressing him up and down while walking around before dropping him belly down on the canvass behind him. Smith runs and bounces off the ropes. He then comes crashing down across the back of Jace Savage with a standing splash. He rolls him over and makes the cover.

Harvey: Big Apple Asskicker!

Chase: And that's all she wrote!

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Winner: AC Smith

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Paige: Here is your winner, A.C. SMITH!!!!!!!

The ref stands in the middle of the ring and hoists Smiths arm in the air as "All of the Lights" by Kanye West and Rihanna blares over the PA system.

Harvey: A valiant effort from Jace Savage.

Chase: He lasted longer than I thought he would...

The scene opens backstage to the outside of The Unforgiven’s locker room. Anthony Bailey, minus Jair Hopkins but with his Tag Team Title in hand, walks up to the door and knocks on it. Shortly after Zachariah Blood, abashed by the sight of one of his opponents for tonight and One Night In Hell, opens the door.

Zachariah Blood: What do you want Bailey? I don’t have time for any of your funny business.

Anthony Bailey: You don’t eh? Hmm, that’s pretty interesting coming from the guy who will mug anyone from Dying Breed to Terry Marvin at the drop of a dime. You had the time to do that, so you have the time to hear me out for a quick second.

Blood rolls his eyes and deeply exhales.

Zachariah Blood: Carry on then, I’m listening.

Anthony Bailey: As much as you despise Hopkins and I, and as anxious as you are to have your shot at our titles…

Bailey lightly pats his belt.

…we have more in common than you think...

Blood begins to slowly scrutinize Bailey up and down.

Zachariah Blood: Me and you? The spoiled little school boy?? It’s hard to believe that WE would have anything in common.

Bailey grins as if he was expecting Blood to respond this way.

Anthony Bailey: Well one of the many things that I learned in college was how to do detailed research and the material shows that...The Unforgiven and The Dying Breed have both had our fair share of qualms with the lovely Ms. Aubrey Jessica Parker.

The fans watching on the APW Tron begin to too as Blood scowls while his ears simultaneously perk up.

Zachariah Blood: Go on…

Anthony Bailey: This sneak attack business on us every other week has gotten way out of hand and it's getting old very fast. If you want Hopkins and myself at our full potential at One Night In Hell so you can see if you and Sentinel truly have what it takes to defeat APW’s longest reigning Tag Team Champions ever, then you two have to calm down with all of that. Now I am aware that you can’t take away a “privilege,” and I use that word loosely, without an incentive so in exchange for your full cooperation of no attacks on either us or NewGen until One Night In Hell, Hopkins and I will ensure you that AJP pays up what she owes....

Blood is seemingly shocked at Bailey’s proposition.

Zachariah Blood: The Promise wanting to make a pact with us? How "fortunate" we are!

Bailey looks unimpressed by Blood's sarcasm.

Zachariah Blood: You're driving a hard bargain here Bailey, but this is pretty tempting…

Blood’s attention shifts past Bailey to something off camera. Suddenly, Sentinel ambushes Bailey from behind slamming him head first into the locker room door!! Blood looks on with an evil grin as Sentinel continues to stomp away at Bailey.

Zachariah Blood: But just not tempting enough. You stay the hell out of my business with AJP and just make sure you and your little friend bring your A game tonight and at the pay per view because The Dying Breed will finally be dethroned. Come on Sentinel, let’s leave this peasant alone…

The Unforgiven walk off in the opposite direction as Bailey remains unconscious.

[President Jeff]

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

"Bang, bang!
Bang, bang!"

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

Paige: The following contest is a tag team match and it’s scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Lady Rayne and Talon, competing tonight at a combined weight of five-hundred pounds, the team of Zachariah Blood and Sentinel… THE UNFORGIVEN!

"Gefährlich das gebrannte Kind,
Mit Feuer das vom Leben trennt,
Ein heisser Schrei,
Bäng bäng,
Feuer frei!"

The ladies slink into the ring in a sultry fashion, standing back to back before the ropes as their men ascend the turnbuckles. Sentinel holds his arms out wide, head tilted back as he soaks up the negative reaction while Zachariah milks it even further, letting out a roaring battle cry and hurling epithets at the fans which are lost in the tumlut. They drop down, once more hold the ropes so the sisters can exit to the outside, then turn to the task at hand. Zachariah sits on the top turnbuckle, Sentinel before him, both eager to begin.

Harvey: And these two have made me absolutely sick over the past few months here in APW. They’re reckless. They’re out of control. They’re--

Chase: They’re drawing more attention than any other Megastars in this company right now. Harv-- look at what they’ve done. They’ve taken out Jace Savage. They’ve taken out Hall of Famer, Shadow. They’ve taken out former World Champion, Anthony Bailey, twice. They’ve taken out the Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin. And who’s gonna stop them?

Harvey: All that proves to me is that these guys are glorified thugs! In the ring, they haven’t been able to back it up with gold on the line, and that’s what matters to me, and that’s what matters to a lot of these fans--

Chase: That’s what matters to those kids, and those women, and you. Real wrestling fans understand that the Unforgiven is right up there, if not higher than the Dying Breed and Noble-Hart when it comes to Action Packed Wrestling’s greatest tag teams.

Harvey: Alright. How much are you being paid?

Chase: Jackass.

The lights grow dim…

“Ohhhh, … the fire, the fire…”

“Ohhhh, … the fire, the fire…”

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

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

Paige: And their opponents! Introducing first, hailing from “The Concrete Jungle”, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds, representing the Dying Breed, he is one half of the APW Tag Team Champions, and he is the APW Tap-Out Champion… JAAAAIIIIRRRRRRR HOPKIIIIINS!

Staring at the ring, he bounces up and down, getting ‘loose’ before gaining a running start and sliding into the ring, pulling the title belts off of his waist and clutching one in each hand as he does so. He gets to both feet with quickness as he raises both titles up high as he climbs the nearest corner top rope. Again, he flashes both championship belts, but is noticeably missing his trademark smile, and shooting a look of frustration at the Unforgiven as the fans cheer for him. Hopping down, hands the titles to the referee. He flashes the “TDB” hand sign and he smacks his head once to get into focus as he sits patiently in the corner, ready to do battle.

Harvey: I don’t know how wise it was for Hopkins to get into the ring. The Unforgiven have that ring surrounded right now…

Chase: Well, we don’t even know if Jace Savage is gonna be able to make his way out here, so Hopkins might be going this alone or--

Paige: And introducing his tag team partner…

"Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed blasts over the PA system as the crowd starts busting out in cheers. A black limo pulls out close to the ramp on the left side of the arena.

Chase: Oh, Jesuuuussss…

The limo driver steps out of the car and walks towards the back of the limo. The writing on the door is inscripted as "Mr. Hollywood." The Limo Driver then opens the door and showcases Brian Hollywood as he steps out of the car. Hollywood looks around each sides of the cheering audience before he makes his way down the ramp-- but he noticeably has a look of anger on his face as he looks at the Unforgiven.

Paige: From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, representing NewGen Rising, he is BRIIIAAAAN HOLLLYYWOOOOOD!

Hollywood then gets to the ring and glares at Sentinel and Zachariah Blood who are standing on either side of him. He gets in the ring and joins Hopkins in the center of the ring as they look around them at their soon-to-be opponents. Hollywood’s music fades.

Harvey: Well, this isn’t the match that was advertised, but it’s a match and these fans in Moscow are ready!

Chase: Looks like Hollywood and Zachariah Blood are gonna start things off.

Tag Team Match
The Unforgiven (Zachariah Blood & Sentinel) vs Jair Hopkins & Brian Hollywood

The bell rings and Blood immediately charges at Hollywood, clipping his left leg for a chop block to his thigh! Hollywood groans and flips onto his back, rising to his feet, and immediately ducking the Mindbreaker, Blood’s patented Buzzsaw Kick! Hollywood gets to his feet and immediately nails a Spinning Heel Kick, taking Blood down! Blood climbs to his feet again, but falls victim to a second Spinning Heel Kick! As he climbs to his feet, Hollywood shoots the ropes and comes toward the groggy Zachariah Blood for a Spear-- but Blood pivots and sends Hollywood flying through the ropes near his own corner with a fistful of hair-- but doesn’t see Hopkins tag himself in before Hollywood sails to the apron and down to the floor! Hopkins shoots a look over his shoulder down at Hollywood… then leaps onto the top rope as Blood turns to shout insults at a member of the audience. Rayne and Talon try to warn him-- but Hopkins nails a Flying Springboard Bulldog, driving him to the mat! Hopkins hooks the leg!

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Harvey: And no dice for Jair Hopkins, but what a display by him and Hollywood there! No wasted motion for their team, and now the pressure is on the Unforgiven.

Hopkins holds Blood in a front facelock and drives a series of knees into his midsection before going to Irish Whip him into the turnbuckles-- but Blood reverses it, with authority, sending Hopkins sternum-first into the corner! Hopkins staggers back and Blood grabs him in a side headlock, screaming a battle cry as he charges toward his own corner, and Sentinel leaps off of the apron, driving his knee through the ropes and into the skull of Hopkins! Hopkins collapses to the mat and Blood takes a bow to the booing Moscow crowd before tagging in Sentinel and taking his spot on the apron. The crowd grows loud as Sentinel steps over the ropes and into the ring.

Chase: Jair Hopkins might be unconscious after that. I’m telling you-- these Unforgiven guys are the future.

Harvey: All three of these teams in the Tag Team Championship match at One Night in Hell have bright futures ahead of them, no doubt.

Hopkins climbs to his hands and knees. Sentinel forces him up in a Gutwrench and hits him with not one, but two gutwrench gutbusters. He smirks as Hopkins clutches his ribs on the mat and climbs toward Hollywood, who’s now back on the apron. He allows Hopkins to get about a foot from Hollywood’s outstretched hand, but he forces him upward from behind and drives him to the mat with a Full Nelson Bomb!

Chase: Spine Lancer!

Harvey: And he’s not going for the cover! The “Silent Destroyer” is content with just punishing Jair in front of these people.

Chase: He has the power to. Why not? One Night in Hell is about three weeks away, and this is the perfect time to start softening up your opposition, is it not?

Sentinel lifts Hopkins up by his throat, despite being scolded by the referee. He walks him over to his corner and tags Zachariah Blood in. Blood steps into the ring and Sentinel Irish Whips Hopkins into a neutral-corner… And then Irish Whips his own partner with extra velocity toward Hopkins. Blood leaps into the air to deliver a lightning-fast Shining Wizard! Hopkins goes limp and drops down to a seated position in the corner while the crowd groans in sympathy for him.

Harvey: GOOD LORD! Did you HEAR that?!

Chase: It was like a gunshot!

Zachariah Blood hooks both legs and the referee counts Hopkins’ shoulders to the mat.

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Harvey: And Brian Hollywood breaks it up!

Chase: But look--!

As soon as Hollywood pulls Blood off of Hopkins, he turns around and is driven to the mat courtesy of a Big Boot from Sentinel! Sentinel exits the ring and drags Hollywood out as well, grabbing him by the hair and throwing him, head-over-heels into the steel steps! The steps come apart and Hollywood lies on his back in agony on the outside while Sentinel calmly and silently makes his way back to his corner.

Harvey: And Brian Hollywood looks like he just got taken out of commission.

Blood makes his way out to the apron and ascends to the top turnbuckle. He waits for Hopkins to get to his feet, and then Blood leaps off going for a Flying Lariat-- but Hopkins ducks, to the delight of the crowd! Hopkins turns around and blasts the staggered Blood with a kick to the lower back! Blood cries out in agony and falls to his knees! Hopkins shoots the ropes in front of Blood and comes back, hitting a high knee to the jaw! Blood stumbles to a vertical base and falls against the ropes. Hopkins hooks him for a Bulldog, but as he rushes to the center of the ring, Blood shoves him off! Hopkins hits the ropes and Blood goes for a Spinning Heel Kick, but Hopkins ducks under it and shoots the ropes! He comes back and delivers a Cross Body, crushing Zachariah Blood to the mat and hooking both legs!

Harvey: A gorgeous Cross-Body! And the cover! This could be it!

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Blood rolls out from under Hopkins and back up to his feet. The groggy Jair Hopkins runs at him for a Clothesline, but Blood counters with a Flapjack that leaves Hopkins suspended across the top rope! Blood walks to his corner and tags in Sentinel, who begins climbing the turnbuckles, which gets the crowd buzzing…

Chase: Well, this is different!

Harvey: What the hell is Sentinel thinking?

Sentinel leaps from the top turnbuckle and hits a Leg Drop to the back of Jair’s neck! Sentinel lands on the apron while Hopkins flips from the ropes and lands hard on his back on the outside! Hopkins arches his back in pain and Sentinel drops down from the apron while the crowd erupts into a frenzy!

Harvey: He tried to take his head off!

Sentinel throws Hopkins against the barricade and unloads with a series of fists and forearms to the body. The referee is halfway through counting the two out, before Sentinel slides Hopkins into the ring and follows in, shortly after, hooking his far leg for the pin.

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Chase: I’ll give Hopkins credit. He’s been taking a beating throughout this match and he’s just not giving up. Not even close.

Sentinel has Hopkins in a reverse chin lock, and Hopkins reaches out desperately for the ropes, or for his corner, where Brian Hollywood is once again pulling himself up, though looking worse for wear this time. Sentinel leaps up with his hands locked around Hopkins’ jaw, driving the point of his knee into his spine! Hopkins groans in agony and Sentinel pulls back on the Chin Lock! Hollywood begins a rhythmic clap, and the Russian crowd soon joins in, willing Hopkins on! Hopkins begins to pull at Sentinel’s fingers as he starts to maneuver himself to a standing position, twisting out of the Chin Lock! He shoves Sentinel into the turnbuckles and follows up with a Stinger Splash! Hopkins stumbles back, measuring Sentinel up-- and then nails a second one!

Harvey: Hopkins is doing everything he can to mount some offense here, but just looking at him, you can tell he barely knows where he is right now!

Chase: That Leg Drop scrambled his brains. But-- look!

Harvey: A THIRD Stinger Splash!

Hopkins pulls Sentinel out of the corner before turning them back-to-back and driving Sentinel to the mat with a Neckbreaker. Both Megastars lie in pain on the mat and Hopkins crawls, desperately toward Brian Hollywood. He reaches out and his fingers are inches away-- but Sentinel has a death-grip on his leg! Hopkins scratches and claws, but Sentinel begins to pull him backward, scooting back toward his own corner.

Chase: These guys are all over it! There’s no way Brian Hollywood is getting back in this match!

Harvey: They’ve done a great job at isolating the double champion in Jair Hopkins, and things are looking grim for the strange bedfellows.

Sentinel pulls Hopkins up and delivers a bone shattering Scoop Slam! Hopkins groans in agony and arches his back in pain but Sentinel lifts him up again and this time launches him toward the Unforgiven's corner with a Fallaway Slam. Hopkins slams a fist on the ground and frustration and pulls himself up once more. Sentinel signals for the end and pulls Hopkins up into a Suplex position.

Chase: Black Sunset!

Harvey: Not quite!

As soon as Hopkins is lifted up, he maneuvers himself behind Sentinel and hits him with a Dropkick to the back! Sentinel falls into his corner and Zachariah Blood tags himself in, wide-eyed as Hopkins crawls toward his corner! Hopkins climbs to his feet and turns around, catching Blood with a Leaping Facebuster as Blood comes close! The crowd roars for this and Hopkins rolls backward and slaps Brian Hollywood’s outstretched hand! Hollywood enters the ring, but Sentinel charges at him for a Spear-- and Hollywood leapfrogs him!

Harvey: Look at the athleticism!

Sentinel climbs to his feet and Hollywood charges him, Clotheslining him over the top rope and to the outside! Sentinel falls hard to his back on the mats outside and Hollywood is suddenly rolled up from behind by Zachariah Blood!

Harvey: Unforgiven’s gonna steal it off the distraction!

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Chase: What--!

Hollywood rolls through the hold and stacks Zachariah Blood up, pinning him to the mat.

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Harvey: Yes! They did it!

Chase: You’re joking!

The bell rings and the crowd roars as the referee raises Brian Hollywood and Jair Hopkins’ hands in victory, with Hollywood’s music blaring over the PA.

Paige: Here are your winners, the team of Brian Hollywood and Jair Hopkins!

As soon as the announcement is made, however, Hopkins shoves Hollywood out of the way-- only to be taken down with a shot to the head with Hopkins’ own Tag Team Championship from Zachariah Blood!

Harvey: Come on now!

Hollywood charges at Zachariah Blood and tackles him to the ground, but just as quickly, Sentinel hits him with a boot to the temple! Brian Hollywood falls onto his back and Sentinel mounts him, driving hard fists into his skull while the referee yells for them to stop, and the timekeeper repeatedly rings the bell. Meanwhile, Zachariah Blood begins to stomp away at Jair Hopkins.

Chase: This is what happens to cheaters!

Harvey: Cheaters? Who cheated?

The Moscow crowd boos as the Unforgiven continue their assault, but soon a familiar voice comes in through the PA.

Jason Kash: Enough already for crying out loud!!

The fans boos immediately turn to cheers as Jason Kash emerges onto the ramp holding a microphone. The Unforgiven halt their assault on Hopkins and Hollywood and turn to face the ramp.

Johnny Chase: What is this fool doing out here? He better hide away backstage for as long as he can and enjoy his dignity before Level One takes it all way from him.

Jason Kash: Week after week it’s the same thing and I’m sick of it!

The fans continue to cheer as The Unforgiven look unphased by the words of the Asylum GM.

Jason Kash: Sentinel, I saw what you did to Bailey earlier and that was uncalled for. What you guys did to Savage was unnecessary as well. Poor Bailey though. You took him out of action and he was really looking forward to competing tonight. During the party he told me that he watched Rocky IV about three times in a row and kept Michael Jackson’s “Stranger In Moscow” in heavy rotation on his iPod during the plane ride over here…

Some of the cheers turn to laughter.

Jason Kash: Hahaha! I still love screwing with Bailey, we have way too much history between each other to not joke around. And over the course of our history, I earned a great amount of respect for the man and he did nothing to deserve what happened to him tonight. So Sentinel, since you think you’re so tough let’s see how well you can fend for yourself...

Darren Harvey: What’s Kash talking about?

Johnny Chase: I don’t have the slightest clue but I bet that I could interpret a Morse code signal faster than this guy can get to his frickin' point.

Jason Kash: I just talked to Jeff in the back and he’s okay with it. Next week live in Yokohama, Japan on Overdrive, Sentinel will take on……THE DYING BREED IN A HANDICAP MATCH!!!

Sentinel is infuriated as he looks to take out his anger on Hopkins and Hollywood, but they both have already rolled outside of the ring.

Jason Kash: You want The Dying Breed then you can have The Dying Breed, but it will be on MY terms!

The cheers grow louder as Kash retreats up the ramp and disappears behind the curtain. Hopkins and Hollywood have regained composure and head backstage together. Zachariah Blood uses the walk up the ramp to try and calm Sentinel down.

[President Jeff]

As the Main Event approaches, the backstage area is still living it up to loud music and a wild party. Coming out of the locker room, Jason Kash begins to head down the hallway. Away from the party, he's not tired of partying, he is just ready for his match and knows it's coming soon. He begins stretching, jumping in place, making sure he feels good everywhere. A voice catches his attention and he turns to face it.

Mr. Dangerous: Kash!

He didn't even know Dangerous would be at the show tonight. Just proves this wasn't his usual show but that didn't matter. What mattered was the main at hand. The Black Hand situation, the General Manager position, the complaints, the whispers, all of it was forced from his thoughts as he stared at Mr. Dangerous with a hand extended in friendship. Kash grabs it with a tight grip and pulls Dangerous in closer before patting him to the back shoulder.

Kash: How the hell are ya? Didn't know you'd be here tonight man. Russia is cold ain't it?

Mr. Dangerous: You think I'd miss out on L1 and Kash?

They release the shake and stand right in front of each other in a casual way. Kash glances down towards the very active party at the other end of the long hallway.

Kash: I won't call them nerves but more of an anxious feeling. I want to be out there already. These last few minutes really killing me right now, antsy as fu*k dude!

Mr. Dangerous: This is a special night. You get to represent not only being a Veteran in the APW putting on a "Dream Match" for some but you get to show that Asylum can compete, can potentially BEAT Overdrive's best!

Kash: Pssh, listen to Lester! I'm "Small Time" it might as well be you out there tonight. We'll see though, he'll see. I'm not here tonight to be nobodies warm up. I'm not here to feed the Champion, I'm here to represent Asylum and myself. I'm doing this for guys like you! (Slaps Dangerous chest with open palm) Guys who get overlooked and disrespected and undersold by punk ass C*cksnots like Level One. The Synndicate becomes the ZZzzdicate tonight when I swell up his fat fucking mouth and silence the most prestigious man on this entire roster. I'm advancing to Level Two and with this I secure a Hall of Fame bid...First ballot, Asylum INMATE!

Mr. Dangerous stands there clapping as Kash pulls off his loose Foul Play T-Shirt and throws it to the side. In his wrestling gear he breaths out hard, grunts and hypes himself up.

Mr. Dangerous: Go Get HIM!!

Kash: RRRAAAH!

He stretches back his arms and begins his journey to the Ramp Entrance. The camera follows Mr. Dangerous as he hurries into the crowd or people at the party. He slides by and shoves a few out of his way until he gets inside the room and to the big screen television. People including Reaver and that Leliana chick begin to gather behind him as he turns the channel and it changes to a live shot of the ring side area as the scene merges to Nikki Paige making the introductions.

Oct 3, 2013 20:26:26 GMT -4 Shadow said:

''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.

Chase: Level One looks as angry as the crowd.

Harvey: After last week's attack by Johnny Rebel, I can see why he's pissed.

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.


Paige: And his opponent...

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

Paige: From Houston, Texas. Weighing in at 261 lbs. He is the Intrim GM of Asylum, "The Influence," Jason Kash!
Just as the Marvin Gaye sample switches to the first verse, Jason Kash walks out from the back carrying a white Hand Towel as Green Lights flicker to the clap of the song as he stands to the edge of the stage and fans reign down boos and cheers alike. He smiles big to show he's removed his "2 Tooth Dentures" and the entire arena erupts with cheers!

"I'm just a hood dude, I ain't never had shit Just a bad attitude and a bad bitch Duffle pack full of tools and a half brick 30, 40, 50 grand in the mattress Living on the edge just a habit dawg I'm fucked up in the head, I don't have it all Ball like a dog, push it to the limit Bout my business tryna keep from letting pussy dudes in it." "Shit I am who I am, fresh up out of apologies Sometimes I ain't get in trouble, trouble got in me Guess it follows me but I stays on my hustle man Still the motherfuckin man, you can call me..."

Harvey: And here we have the Asylum General Manager!

Chase: Go back to your own show!

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

MAIN EVENT
LEVEL ONE vs JASON KASH

The bell rings with a ding as Level One lunges across the ring. Kash is right there with him as they lock up in the center ring while the crowd starts to cheer. Level one is quick with the headlock,but Kash slips into a hammerlock. The World Champion throws a few elbows but Kassh blocks them. Level One reverses the hammerlock into a full nelson Kash goes to wriggle free but Level One delivers the slam driving Kash to the match early on.

Chase: You know Level One has to be looking at Jason Kash like Johnny Rebel.

Harvey: The heavyweight champion is all business tonight.

Kash is quick to his feet holding the back of his head as he bounces up. Level One stays on himdriving two closed right hand to Kash's jaw. The referee starts to intercede but Kash blocks the third one, springs up and drop kicks Level One in the face. Kash flips back and lands on his stomach. Both men are up at the same time. Kash goes to grab Level One for a scoop slam but Level One counters sliding over the GM's back, grabbing Kash and sending him soaring with a huge German Slam. Kash is down as Level One hooks the leg! As the crowd starts an early chant for Kash!

Harvey: Level One is looking to put this to bed quickly.

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Chase: Look out!

Harvey: Kash out of nowhere! He might have this one.

Kash hits the UTI! The crowd is going nuts! Kash makes the cover the crowd is counting with the referee.

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Chase: That was too close.

Harvey: Jason Kash almost pinned the world heavyweight champion.

Chase: Almost doesn't cut it. You can't beat Level One that quickly.

The crowd can't believe it as Level One's shoulders come off the mat at the very last second, almost on impulse. Kash shakes his head but he still smiles. Kash pulls Level One up and delivers a side Belly to Belly suplex. Level One is slow but works his way up. Kash goes for a suplex but Level One counters. He rolls Kash into a small package.

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Harvey: Jason Kash with the counter.

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Harvey: The general manager isn't ready to give this up yet.

Kash shakes his head and grabs Level One's hands but the world champ just grabs Kash's wrists and pull his arms back outstretched and uses it for more leverage. Jason Kash's ankle shakes in pain. Again the crowd starts to chant for the GM.

Chase: Kash was tapping!

Harvey: No he wasnt! Are you blind or something?

Kash fights to bring his arms in, breathing hard. With all his might he pulls forward and Level One lets go and switches back to the chin lock with a grin. This time he drags his fingers up and into the face of Jason Kash! The referee demands Level One to break the hold and starts to count. Level One says something about Kash before letting going at the four count. He shoves Kash's by the side of the head and bounces it off the mat. The crowd jeers as Level One ignores the referee. Kash reaches his arm out toward the ropes taking hold of the bottom. Suddenly Level One delivers a swift upper right kick to Kash's arm hitting at the elbow inward maxking Kash's hand snap off the bottom rope hard and up into the underside of the middle rope. Kash whips his hand back in and holds it.

Harvey: Kash's hand might be broken. Thatw as such a cheap shot!

Chase: More like brilliant!

Level One stalks around Jason Kash and finally pulls him up Kash delivers a Euroean uppercut making Level One stagger back into the ropes. He coms off the ropes and Kash spins and delivers a closed right hand to the face. Level One drops.

Harvey: I guess Jason Kash's hand isn't broke.

Chase: THAT was cheap!

The World Champ turns over while Kash backs up into the corner. He gets a running start only to be scooped into a quick capture powerslam!

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Chase: Jason Kash is risiliant, I'll give him that. But he is nothing compared to our World Heavyweight Champion.

Harvey: How can you say that? Kash is the Asylum general manager.

Chase: He's not even supposed to be wrestle!

Level One climbs onto Jason Kash and begins to hammer away with closed fists of his own. One after the other as the referee tries to pull the world champ off. Again the official starts to count and again Level One mouths off throughout it. The referee gets to for as Level One slams one more hard right into Kash's forehead

Harvey: Level One is an opportunist.

Chase: You're damn right he is.

Level One stalks Jason Kash and goes to lift Kash up for the Darkness Shine. Suddenly he stops as he turns.

Chase: What are they doing here?

Harvey: After last week, are you surprised?

Felipe DeLoren stands at the top of the entryway with Johnny Rebel. They stand there for a moment and smile at Level One. Kash delivers an elbow and drops behind Level One and hits the Cobra Clutch slam. Fans are one their feet and as Kash waits for Level One to stumble back up., He hooks the world Champion and goes for the KIFE! The fans cheer wildly!

KASH!

KASH!!!

KASH!!!!!

Level One rolls down Kash's shoulder and lifts the GM up and hits the HASH TAG!

Chase: Hah!

The cheering stops before turning to booing and jeering. Johnny Rebel stands at the top of the entryway watching as the champion hooks the leg.

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Kash kicks out just after the three count as the bell rings.

Paige: Here is your winner by pinfall... Your world heavyweight champion, Level ONE!

Harvey: Just a split second too late.

Chase: Late never cut it.


At the top of the ramp, Johnny Rebel with his financial backer Felipe DeLorean. Has a microphone in hand, Johnny Rebel slowly paces down the ramp towards the ring as Level-One leans against the ropes keeping his eyes locked onto them.

Harvey: Last week, we saw Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean take out Level-One after he cautioned the Synndicate to stay out of it -- shockingly, he's out here again. Alone.

Chase: This doesn't look good for Level-One right now. The swagger Felipe DeLorean and Johnny Rebel are walking with now speaks volumes. They are in full control.

The crowd boos as Johnny Rebel creeps closer to the ring, he points at Level-One while he advances forward.

Johnny Rebel: I can't believe I ever held you in high esteem, Lester. I laid down a challenge in front of the world and you couldn't even find it in yourself to acknowledge it. You think that if you just hide in your little corner, I won't see you. Well, I spy with my little eye a coward I despise...

Felipe DeLorean laughs hysterically at the riddle while Johnny Rebel proceeds to walk up the staircase and into the ring with Felipe DeLorean following close behind.

Johnny Rebel: I figured that since you wouldn't come out and face me like a man, I'd man up on your behalf and bring the fight directly to you. So here we are. Now you have no choice to address my challenge. You can either prove to the world you’re not a coward, accept this match and lose your title OR you can prove to the world you are a coward; refuse to accept this match and you'll have to forcibly lose your title. Your choice.

The APW world champion clenches his fist; an action which only serves to provoke a smile from Johnny Rebel.

Johnny Rebel: You can hit me if you want but that will only make what is going to happen next even worse...

With that, Level-One slams a right haymaker right into the face of Johnny Rebel blasting him half way across the ring onto his ass. Felipe DeLorean can hardly believe it as he scrambles aside, Johnny Rebel clutches at his jaw and spits up a gob of blood as he remains seated. In a daze, he points up at Level-One.

Johnny Rebel: You son of a gun! You did this to yourself! Black Hand... The Original Sindicate... GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!

All eyes are directed to the top of the ramp, after several moments of waiting Chris Madison casually steps through the curtain along Stefan Raab, Niobe Martin and Tommy Knox. The four of them stand side by side as they stand still at the top of the ramp.

Felipe DeLorean: What are you guys waiting for? GET DOWN HERE!

Felipe DeLorean waves his hand frantically but The Black Hand refuses to oblige. Moments later, the Black Hand members step aside for Michael Jennings who rolls out a large weapons crate - with one large shove, he sends it down the ramp as it slowly rolls itself down towards the ring.

Harvey: It looks like Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean have been left out to dry!

Chase: They were foolish to trust in these guys in the first place!

Michael Jennings laughs hysterically, as Level-One charges forward and mounts himself on top of Johnny Rebel. He wildly swings lefts and rights into the face of Johnny Rebel trying to beat him to a bloody pulp before wrapping his hands around his throat choking the life out of him, repeatedly banging the back of his head against the canvas.

Harvey: It looks like Johnny Rebel finally has a fight on his hands; I don't think he expected this one bit!

Chase: Yes, but it's still a 2 on 1 situation in there!

From behind Felipe DeLorean tries to help his investment as he hops onto the back of Level-One like a monkey. He tries to sync in some kind of choke but Level-One rises to his feet with Felipe DeLorean on his back. Desperately, Felipe DeLorean tries to wrench on the joke but Level-One charges forward and launches Felipe DeLorean off of his back sending him CRASHING back first into the weapons crate parked outside the ring!

''APW, APW, APW!''

Harvey: Jesus Christ! That was absolutely violent, I don't know if Felipe DeLorean is going to be able to just walk that one off!

Chase: That made for a sickening impact, there were tons of steel chairs, sledge hammers, kendo sticks, thumb tacks and god knows what stuffed into that weapons crate.

Inside the ring, Level-One turns his attention to Johnny Rebel and stalks him for good measure. With one big swing, Johnny Rebel tries to mount a counter attack but Level-One ducks under and sweeps him off his feet....

DARKNESS SHINE!

The crowd EXPLODES as even The Black Hand watch with a great deal of pleasure on their faces. They smugly shrug their shoulders and disappear through the curtains having seen enough for the night. Meanwhile, the APW world champion stands victorious over his rivals. He leans over and picks up a microphone...

Harvey: I never thought I'd be so excited to see this man speak but after hearing what Johnny Rebel had to say, it's not hard to rationalize it!

Chase: Johnny Rebel is going to get what he asked for!

Level-One: Johnny, you stand for everything The Synndicate is against. As much as I want to disown you entirely, I must admit... you got this whole Original Sindicate thing down pact. The bullying, the intimidation, and the iron fist you wield as your weapon --- that's what the Original Sindicate was all about.

He nods his head in acknowledgement as he takes a seat beside Johnny Rebel, who's barely stirring on the canvas.

Level-One: The problem is, it didn't work out for us then and it won't work out for you now. Hey, Johnny... can you hear the fans?

The crowd cheers!

Level-One: They're not on my side as much as they are cheering against you. If you think I have gone soft, I seriously caution you take the time to reconsider the origins of your delusions. See, at the end of the day we both want the same things Johnny. The only difference between us lies within our approach...

Mockingly, he taps the microphone across the forehead of Johnny Rebel drawing laughter from the crowd.

Level-One: To accept this match, I would only be doing you and the rest of these people a great disfavor. Indeed, it would also give credence to the original syndicates philosophy that they can behave this way and that the world will cave to their ridiculous demands. If you want your ass kicking, I'll give it to you but it's not going to be on your terms...

He shrugs his shoulders.

Level-One: And seeing as you are in no mood to negotiate, as it stands... I will NOT be defending my title against you at One Night in Hell.

The crowd gives Level-One a mixed reaction as Level-One rises to his feet and watches Johnny Rebel slowly come to his senses, as he rolls onto his stomach and then onto his knees.

Level-One: I'm not a good guy, Johnny...

Violently, he kicks Johnny Rebel right across the temple knocking him back down to the canvas again before he crouches over him.

Level-One: So unfortunately for you, I am allowed to do that.

He drops the microphone onto the lifeless body of Johnny Rebel as Put You on Game by Lupe Fiasco hits the PA system.

Harvey: Wow, Level-One has struck back and what a way to do it! He took out both Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean here tonight!

Chase: I can't believe he didn't accept Johnny Rebel's challenge at One Night in Hell. I mean, I understand his position but it seems to be as if he might be fearful of Johnny Rebel and what he can bring to the table.

Harvey: Dare I say it; I think Level-One's position on the issue is more than admirable. Johnny Rebel has tried to bully his way to a title shot and Level-One refuses to give in.

Chase: I am sure Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean will be raising this issue with APW President Jeff -- he's the champion, he needs to defend the title against somebody at One Night In Hell... right!?

Harvey: It would seem so, Chase and with only ONE week left we're running out of time to settle this score! Ladies and gentlemen, this is all for Thursday Night Overdrive. We bid you all a farewell!

The last shot of the night is of Level-One leaning over Johnny Rebel shouting obscenities into his face as the APW logo flashes across the screen and Thursday Night Overdrive comes to a close.