Overdrive - Yokohama, Japan (10/10/13)

[President Jeff]

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 The final one before ONE NIGHT IN HELL!

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

Harvey: After what we’ve seen for the last few weeks, if your not excited for One Night in Hell, then shame on you!


Chase: Another big show tonight. We have a big main event. In a non title match, a battle of champions

Harvey: The Xtreme Champion, AC Smith takes on The Overdrive Champion, Chris Madison


Chase: This is going to be a wicked match, I can feel it

Harvey: But lets go to the ring as we have Atlas Adams who made his debut last week, taking on new comer, Fev


Nicky Paige: The first contest of the evening is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first standing at five foot ten inches, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-five pound ATLAS ADAMS!!!!!!!!

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. Atlas not headed to the ring instead looks frantically around the crowd searching for his daughter. He ignores the ring all together and keeps searching.

Harvey: It looks like Atlas Adams is desperately trying to find someone.

Chase: He needs to stop searching it can't be that important. He needs to get in the ring.

Nicky Paige: The next contestant stands at six foot seven inches, and weighs in at two-hundred and ninety-two pounds FEVVVVVVV!!!!!

As the music drops, Fev breaks the curtain and slowly begins to make his way to the ring. He pays no real attention to those in attendance but, just focuses in on the ring. No flashing lights or pyros just standard lighting. Fev climbs into the ring but Atlas is still searching the crowd, not paying attention to whats going on.

Harvey: It seems whoever Atlas is looking for is far more important than his match.

Chase: He needs to get into that ring and preform before he gets counted out!

Singles match
Atlas Adams Vs Fev

The ref calls for the bell, as Atlas is in the crowd. After the bell has rung the ref begins a ten count.
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Chase: See what did I say.

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Harvey: It looks like Fev is on his way to remind Atlas he is in a match tonight.

Chase: Good I hope he does. He needs to learn what's important.

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Before the ref counts hits the seven count Fev breaks it up by climbing out of the ring. He climbs over the barricade and heads towards Atlas in a full on run. The ref is warning the competitors to return to the ring as Fev shoulder blocks Atlas in the back, hittig his face on the concrete floor. Fev picks up Adams and slings over one shoulder and heads back into the ring. The ref begins his ten count again.

Harvey: That had to hurt! It doesn't look like Atlas will be waking up anytime soon.

Chase: Serves him right. Now I hope Fev takes him into the ring and pins him! slacker!

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Fev now just this side of the barricade tosses the still dizzy Atlas to the other side and climbs over. He once again picks Atlas up as the ref is continuing his count
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Fev roles Atlas in the ring, and then gets up on the ring apron himself. Atlas having enough time to recover gets to his feet and drop kicks ev's knee as he climbs over the ropes. Fev still standing with assistance from the ropes limps for a second but just enough time for Adams to chop block the big man and he falls. Atlas quick to his feet starts stomping on Fevs knee.

Harvey: Now we can get into the action! I hope Atlas can get up!

Chase: Fev needs to just pin him and gets this over with I'm tired of watching him!

Fev reaches up with his other leg and kicks Atlas in the mid section. Atlas doubles over and backs up a few feet.

Chase:That had to hurt! I wouldn't want to be him right now. Atlas's insides have got to be feeling that!

Harvey: I agree that cannot feel too good.

Fev getting up is now on one knee suddenly gets hit in the face with a shining wizard., and he goes back down. Atlas races over to the turn buckle he hopes to the top in one jump. He begins to search the crowd again taking this opportunity to search for his daughter once again. While Adams is distracted Fev makes his way to his feet.

Chase: This is not a smart move on Atlas's part. He needs to pay more attention to Fev and less on the crowd.

Harvey: It's not going to be good if Fev can stop Atlas's momentum right here. Atlas look out!

Fev charges Atlas. Atlas becoming aware of Fev to late jumps and gets clothes lined out of the air. Fev steps on Atlas's chest and walks over him. Atlas lets out a heaping bellow of pain. Fev picks Atlas up and Irish whips him in the ropes. Fev catches Adams on the rebound and nails a thunderous side walk slam. He goes for a pin.
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Fev picks Atlas up stopping his own count. Fev stands up and drives a knee into the side of Atlas.

Chase: This is awesome! Do it again Fev! Do it again!

Harvey: Oh! What's Fev doing now!?

Fev begins to mock Atlas by pretending to search through the crowd and taunting he found someone. Fev taking longer then he should mocking Atlas, allowing him to get to his feet is hit with a flying rolling elbow to the back of the head. He stumbles forward and over the ropes.As Fev starts to stand Adams runs to the far side of the ring bouncing off the ropes and leaps over the top with a flying cross body.

Harvey: Oh wow! Atlas taking flight!

Chase: Fev! Look out!

Fev uses his power to catch Adams and remain on his feet. Fev holding Adams runs him back first into the steel post. He continues to hold on to him and does it one more time before dropping him to the floor. The ref leans out of the ring warning Fev to back up and return to the ring. Fev obliges and backs up from Adams. He raises both his arms in the air to show he is dominant. Fev rolls into the ring.

Chase: That was all bad For Atlas I don't think he can get up, not that he should!

Harvey: Atlas has the will of a warrior of course he is going to get up you fool!

Atlas on the outside is getting up to his feet. He climbs slowly onto the ring apron and rest over the top rope for a second. Fev trying to seize his chance runs towards Atlas. This time Atlas prepared for the charge leaps up and hit Fev square in the head with a missile drop kick.Fev staggering back grabs a hold of his forehead. Atlas quickly runs to the turn buckle using it as a springboard to kick Fev in the head once more. While Fev is stunned Atlas leaps on the turn buckle again this time coming down with a super-man like punch to the Jaw of Fev. This floors Fev. With the big man now on his back Atlas once again climbs the turn buckle.

Harvey: Atlas can win it right here! Come on Atlas you can do it!

Chase: Or he can lose it all right here! Come on Fev get up!

Atlas jumps from the turn buckle and Fev rolls out of the way letting Atlas crash into the mat. Fev picks Atlas up and puts him in the cross face chicken wing. The Ref grabs Atlas's arm and raises it, it falls

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His arm goes limp. The ref calls for the bell.

Winner: Fev

Fev climbs out of the ring and celebrates as he makes his way up the ramp and behind the curtain, as the ref is checking on Atlas.



Overdrive goes backstage to find Felipe DeLoren and "Simply Put" Johnny Rebel, otherwise known as the original Sindicate, standing in President Jeff's office.

Johnny Rebel: Come on, Jeff...you know it's true!

Rebel slams the corner of Jeff's desk with his fist.

Johnny Rebel: He's been ducking me for a year and a half now. I deserve a chance at that championship and to finally put an end to Level-One once and for all. If he won't accept a challenge than you're going to have to make him!

Felipe DeLoren: The only way you're going to have a pay-per-view worth watching is to give the fans what they've been pining for and force that punk to *finally* step in the ring with my client, here. You and I both know that the entire locker room is salivating at the chance. Hell, I've written check after check to save this company from going belly-up, you owe us!

The two begin to corner Jeff in his own office before he puts up both hands to brush them back.

President Jeff: Look, gentlemen, I don't have any doubt that Level-One and Johnny Rebel for the APW World Heavyweight Championship would sell a boatload of tickets. The APW has seen a ridiculous number of megastars come and go over the past two years but there are two names that stand alone.

Felipe DeLoren: So order the match!

Johnny Rebel: There isn't any reason in arguing here, Felipe. Jeff couldn't make a decision if Sally Talfourd was standing inches from him with her pants around his ankles! He's got the makeup of a jelly-fish and his blatant chubby for Lester only proves the point. The APW Board should have left me in charge...at least there would have been somebody with a backbone running this place!

Jeff doesn't seemed phased by Rebel's verbal undressing.

President Jeff: I'd be lying if I told you that I haven't considered the match a hundred times. There are several megastars that are worthy of a championship shot at One Night in Hell. C.J. Gates put up a hell of a fight at Shockwave and is certainly a prime contender. Terry Marvin was the last man to beat Level-One and with him losing the Undisputed Championship last week on Asylum, he'd certainly be a compelling choice. I'll tell you what, I'll take it under consideration and make a decision later on this evening.

Johnny Rebel: Malarky, Jeff. You know there isn't another choice here. I promise you that I'm going to continue to make Level-One's life a living hell until you force him to sign that contract! I'm going to hold Overdrive hostage until you make him step in the ring with me! He's been avoiding me ever since he cost me the APW Tag Team Championships and I'm not going to let him dodge the only challenger on this roster that can take that championship away! You better make up your min quickly, or simply put, I'm going to ruin his life!

The Sindicate turns to walk out leaving a frustrated President Jeff with his arms folded across his chest. Overdrive goes to commercial break

[President Jeff]

Paige: The following Tag Team contest is scheduled for one fall

Indestructible plays as The NewGen Rising makes their way from the back. Brian Hollywood, and Jace Savage walk out onto the stage. The crowd cheers as they make their way to the ring. Each member goes to a different set of stairs, located at each corner of the ring.

Paige: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 440 pounds, Jace Savage, Brian Hollywood, they are NEW GEN RISING!

Both members walk up the stairs at the same time, They wipe their feet on the ring apron and climb in between the ropes. Hollywood and Jace go to opposite corners, the fans cheers more as they raise their arms, and play it up for the crowd.

Paige: And their opponents

“Fearless” by Olivia Holt hits the PA and out comes the APW North American Champion, Amy Zing and Shione Oshima. The two stand at the top of the stage and look towards the ring

Paige: At a combined weight of 280 pounds, the team of Amy Zing and Shione OSHIMA!

The two girls look at each other, nod and then run down to the ring and they both slide in under the bottom rope. They keep their eye on their opponent at the match gets ready to start.

Tag Team Match
New Gen Rising Vs Amy Zing & Shione Oshima

Brian and Shione start things off. The two lock up and Brian gets behind with a waist lock. Shione breaks free and takes Brian down with a drop toe hold. Brian quickly gets up, surprised to get taken down so quick.

Harvey: Shione is in her home country, she knows how to fight a man.

Chase: Listen to the crowd, they are loving her

The two go for a lock up and Shione quickly leaps behind Brian and rolls him up in a school boy
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Harvey: Wow, Amy and Shione came ready tonight!

Chase: They are throwing Jace and Brian off their game, which isn’t good for them heading into One Night in Hell with a shot at the Tag Titles.

Jace gets into the ring and he and Amy circle each other. They go for a lock up and Jace boots Amy in the midsection and takes her over with a snapmare and kicks Amy in the back. Jace locks in a Chin lock on Amy. Amy fights to her feet and gives Jace a few elbow shots to the midsection. Amy break free, runs off the ropes and Jace puts his head down. Amy leaps over going for a sun set flip. Amy doesn’t have the strength to take Jace down. Shione gets into the ring and catches Jace with a running kick to the face. Jace falls over backwards and Amy gets the cover
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Jace gets up and Amy kicks him and goes for an irish whip, but Jace reverses it and Brian gets a knee up in Amy’s back as she hits the ropes. The fans don’t approve and Jace takes Amy down with a clothesline. Jace tags Brian back in.

Harvey: An unnecessary cheap shot.

Chase: And Shione getting in the ring and kicking Jace in the face was!

Brian gives Amy a couple of stomps before lifting her up and gives her the side effect in the middle of the ring and hooks Amy’s leg for the cover
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Brian lifts Amy up and scoop slams her in the middle of the ring and then drops a knee on her head and goes for another cover.
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Brian grabs Amy’s arm and tags in Jace who climbs the top rope and comes down on Amy’s arm with a double axe Handle. Jace takes Amy to the middle of the ring, kicks her in the gut, comes off the ropes and taker her down with a swinging neck breaker.

Harvey: New Gen have found their grove here.

Chase: A lot of quick tags I’m noticing.

Jace tags in Brian. Jace grabs Brian, and lifts him up for a suplex, but drops him with a splash on top of Amy. The ref gets Jace out of the ring before making the count
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Jace grabs Amy and whips her into the corner. Jace measures her up and charges at her and Amy moves out of the way. Jace hits the corner chest first and then Amy jumps off the middle rope and kicks Jace, knocking him down.

Harvey: What a counter by Amy Zing.

Chase: Since winning that North American Title, Amy Zing has been impressive!

Both wrestlers crawl to their corners and tag in their partners. Brian and Shione get into the ring and run at each other. Shione ducks a clothesline and comes back taking Brian down with a flying forearm. Brian gets back up and Shione catches him with a high knee. Jace runs at Shione who goes to the ropes, pulls the top rope and and Jace goes over to the floor. Amy and Shione then grab Brian and they give him a double suplex in the middle of the ring. Shione covers
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With Jace outside the ring, Amy runs off the ropes and dives over the top rope with a crossbody, taking Jace down.

Harvey: Look at the air Amy got on that!

Chase: Jace didn’t even see her coming!

Back in the ring, Shione lifts Brian up and Brian gets a knee in on her. He lifts her up for a back suplex, but Shione flips and lands on her feet. Shione grabs Brians head and drops him with a neck breaker. Shione goes to the corner and waits.

Harvey: Shione could be going for her Yakuza Kick

Outside the ring, Amy goes to get up on the ring apron and Jace pulls her off and then spears her into the ring barrier. Jace then from the outside, grabs Shione’s leg. Shione tries fighting him off, kicking him with her free leg. Amy Zing gets back up and attacks Jace. Shione leg is free and she turns around and Brain is there and nails her with a Super Kick.

Chase: The Executive Promise!

Brian drags her to the middle of the ring and covers her. Amy tries to get in, but Jace is holding her back
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Winner: NEW GEN RISING!

Jace gets into the ring and the ref raises both Jace and Brian’s arm in victory. Amy gets into the ring and checks on Shione. Jace and Brian exit the ring and head up the ramp.

Harvey: Big win for this tag team as they head into One Night in Hell with a chance at the Tag Team Titles.

Chase: But at One Night in Hell, they will have to face, not one team, but two!

Brian and Jace continue to celebrate as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Inside his office, President Jeff hears a knock on his door. He tells them to come on in and in a hustle, they oblige. The APW world championship hits the tops of his desk as its respective champion casually hops into the hot seat.

Level-One: It isn't every day I get called into the principal’s office. In fact, it doesn't happen nearly as often as it probably should. Oh, Jeffery… please don’t tell me you’re going all soft on me now? If I’m not making your job harder than it already is then ‘’simply put’’, I am not doing mine.

President Jeff clasps his hands together out in front of him, as he looks down at the APW world championship on his desk.

President Jeff: First, I’d like to thank you for taking care of Jason…

The cold blooded Canadian raises his index finger, wagging it back and forth.

Level-One: Do not bother. I didn’t beat Jason Kash for you, I beat Jason Kash down for Jason Kash – even my own personal enjoyment was secondary. You may wear a fancy suit Jeff but there is only so much power you wield over me.

President Jeff sighs.

President Jeff: Alright, look. Johnny Rebel has expressed some concerns about you and your refusal to defend the APW world heavyweight championship…

Level-One: Come on, Jeff. That’s bullshit and you know it. I am a proud champion who expects to defend his title at every pay per view, as required. In fact, you didn’t even need to call me up here because I was planning to come up here myself to discuss who’s next in line for a title shot.

President Jeff: Well how about…

Before President Jeff can say much more, Level-One slaps down a line up of three APW Overdrive competitors with respective numbers attached to their photos.

Level-One: Option number three… Biggs.

President: Biggs?

Level-One: Nah, just kidding.

He rips up Biggs photo and throws the confetti up and over both of their heads and laughs hysterically, although President Jeff didn't enjoy his brand of humor.

Level-One: Look, there are really only TWO options here. Option numero dos – Terry Marvin or Aubrey J. Parker, who wins this Sunday? Who cares!? Point is line up with either of them and you have a show.

President Jeff: The winner of that match will be participating in an elimination chamber, that match is impossible…

Level-One: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, you can’t even find two worthy contenders on Asylum never mind five of them. I say, just scrap the match entirely…

President Jeff: You know that is not going to happen.

Level-One rolls his eyes before he points at photo number one… CJ Gates.

Level-One: Alright, then you leave us no choice but to then go back to our roots. Our safe bet. When in doubt, throw CJ Gates in the main event and all the fans will shout. I must say, I’m a little annoyed by having to beat him over, over, and over again but I’m sure we can brainstorm new ways I can torture, humiliate and destroy him before the inevitable three count.

President Jeff blinks twice.

President Jeff: How about you just defend your title against Johnny Rebel.

Insulted, Level-One raises his hands defensively.

Level-One: Whoa, whoa, whoa... did you see his picture somewhere here? Well, I don’t. Johnny Rebel has no business being in the same ring as me. No doubt, he is a viable threat but can you honestly say you condone his actions?

President Jeff: No.

Level-One: Well then? Listen, the PG era is here – just listen to octaves emerging from these crowds every night a guy like CJ Gates stumbles out from behind the curtains. If you let Johnny Rebel BULLY his way into a title match what message does that send to the kids?

President Jeff: I don’t…

Level-One: Think about the kids, Jeff.

President Jeff drops his face into the palms of his hand.

Level-One: Listen Jeffery, this is your company not mine but I am not going to set a precedent that the only thing that is required of a number one contender is that he or she cowardly attacks the APW world champion and tries to launch a failed wrestling stable much to the embarrassment of us all having to watch.

President Jeff: You don’t get to choose your opponents, Level-One.

The APW world champion laughs as he stands up and grabs the championship and arrogantly turns his back on the APW President.

Level-One: Which exactly why I will not ‘’choose’’ to defend my title against Johnny Rebel. I’ll listen what you have to say out there tonight but I am making no promises, Jeff. Just understand that you are not in control right now, I am.

President Jeff: Level-one, please sit down.

Level-One: No. We’re done here, Jeff.

With that, the APW world champion Level-One walks out of President Jeff’s office leaving him to vent by himself


Nicky Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Brooklyn New York and one half of The Synndicate stable and the number one contender for the North American title. Kaylyn James Evans.

"What you get is what you see
it won't take much to get hooked on me
so shoot me right into your skin
and I will be your heroin

the sideaffects are sexual
are you down for a taste?
the sideaffects are sexual
and you love the way I say

I'm your favorite drug
your favorite drug
just one hit is never enough
I'm your favorite drug
your favorite drug
you cant break this addiction no.
your favorite drug...."

The lyrics to Porcelian and the Tramps- I'm Your Favorite Drug continued to play over the PA system as the lights fade putting the arena into total darkness. Just as the chorus would end there is a bang as the lights turn back on full blast and a cloud of smoke is on the entrance way with a figure standing within it. The chorus starts up once more but this time with the lyrics included is none other then Kaylyn Evans who steps out from within the smokey patch on the stage. As the chorus was being heard throughout the crowd a smiling Kaylyn Evans was on her way down the ramp with a stride that showed nothing but confidence in herself no matter what the outcome of today's event's would be. Dressed in a black and lime green set of attire Kaylyn flaunts her body as she walks past the fans. Reaching the bottom of the ramp way Kaylyn stops and turns to the right heading around the ring and towards the far steps to ascend them and make her way onto the apron. Crossing the apron she stands there looking out at the fans. Hooking her arms on the top rope, in perfect Kaylyn fashion, she flipped back over the top rope and into the ring where she made her way around the ring looking out at all the fans in the arena, booing and not. As the music would cut Kaylyn would be focused and ready for what was to come.

Nicky Paige: And her opponent weighing at two hundred and fifty pounds coming from Long Island, New York. He's the number one contender for the Xtreme title. 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 before the match begins.

Singles match
Mad Mumf vs Kaylyn James Evans

Straight as the bell rings, Kaylyn went straight for Mumf and she does vicious punches towards Mumf's chest and then she picks him up and does the neckbreaker move onto Mumf which Mad hits pretty hard on the matt. She locks him in a sleeper hold as Mumf is down onto the floor with Kaylyn locking in the hold nice and tight showing anger on her face wanting to win the match.

Johnny Chase: This is a great start for the number one contender for the North American title. I think she's going to dominate this clown.

Darren Harvey: Mad Mumf's no clown Johnny as he won against John Canyon last week and plus he's the number one contender for the Xtreme title as well.

Johnny Chase: So even if he is. He's got no chance against a strong sexy woman that has more guts than any man on Overdrive right now. I'm sure that Level One and the rest of the Synndicate crew are watching this match closely.

As the referee raises Mumf's hand down for three, he raises his hands and then he gets up and does a few gut punches to Kaylyn's stomach as he sends Kaylyn towards the ropes and then he does the Lou Thesz Press on Kaylyn with the crowd and his managers cheering behind him and he poses for the fans for a while with momentum behind him as he waits for Kaylyn to get up and then he takes her down by using the Enziguri kick on Kaylyn's head taking her down to the mat as he does a few elbow drops on Kaylyn's chest.

Darren Harvey: Nice reversal by Mad Mumf there and he's showing Kaylyn that he means business.

Johnny Chase: Oh please as if anyone finds this guy interesting. Kaylyn is the sexiest wrestler out there. Come on Kaylyn finish off this idiot and win the match to make Level One proud.

Darren Harvey: You know you are really annoying Johnny. Give the man credit.

As Kaylyn got up, Mad tries to go for the snap suplex but Kaylyn fights her way out of the move and then she uses the ropes to send Mumf flying with a spear coming out of nowhere with Kaylyn then stomping away at Mumf's face giving him no chance to stand up as she then goes to the ground and punches Mumf in the face some more until the referee counts to four as Kaylyn stops punching Mumf. She then goes up the turnbuckle and does a perfect Asai Moonsault to Mumf and then she covers him for the pinfall.

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Darren Harvey: What a kick out by Mumf. This is a back and forth match between the number one contenders for the North American and the Xtreme title at One Night In Hell Pay Per View.

Johnny Chase: Yes I do agree but even if the goon has the size and strength advantage. I still have my vote on Kaylyn winning the match. Come on Kaylyn finish this goon off. Show The Synndicate why you are one of the strongest women out there. Can you imagine how sexy Kaylyn will look in a bra and bikini?

Darren Harvey: Behave yourself and focus on the match Johnny.

Then he does a Back breaker to Kaylyn but she gets up and rakes Mumf in his eyes as she sends him into the corner and uses her boot to Mumf's face to use her face wash move as he was down yet again and she climbs up the turnbuckle to do the shooting star press but she hits the mat because Mumf moved out of the way at the last minute. The referee was counting up to eight when both competitors got up throwing punches at each other until Mumf got the upper hand and he goes and does a brilliant belly to belly suplex on Kaylyn and then he signals to the crowd and his managers that he was going to finish Kaylyn as he climbs on the turnbuckle and he perfectly uses the shooting star press on Kaylyn.

Darren Harvey: There's the Death From Above move.

Johnny Chase: No don't let him win the match Kaylyn.

Mumf goes for the pinfall.

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Winner: Mad Mumf

Nicky Paige: Here is your winner, Mad Mumf.

The referee holds his hand in the air and then he climbs on the turnbuckle doing a holdup to the fans and his managers with the crowd chanting his name throughout the arena.

Darren Harvey: What a huge win for Mad Mumf and it's great momentum for the number one contender contender for the Xtreme title at One Night In Hell with this win on his shoulders.

Johnny Chase: That match was a fluke. How did this idiot win? This can't be happening. I hope sexy Kaylyn wins her match against Robina Hood, Shione Oshima and Amy Zing in a bra and bikini match at One Night In Hell.

Darren Harvey: Kaylyn put up a fight but Mad Mumf won fair and square Johnny and there's nothing you can do about it.

Mad Mumf goes up the ramp with his hands held up as he goes backstage while the cameras turned to Kaylyn being embarrassed about her loss to Mad Mumf as she bangs her hands on the mat as we go to a commercial break.

[President Jeff]

The scene opens inside of The Dying Breed’s locker room. NewGen Rising are present with the Tag Team Champions as Hopkins placidly reclines in a chair playing around on his phone and Bailey goes over the agenda for tonight.

Anthony Bailey: Man, that Tyler thing on Asylum really threw me off!

Jace Savage: How so?

Anthony Bailey: It’s kinda difficult to articulate, but AJP’s chickens were eventually coming home to roost anyway as the late Malcolm X would say. But in a nutshell, Asylum showed that The Unforgiven are willing to go to any limits to win. So it’s a must that we all remain on our A game. There’s no telling what they have up their sleeves for us tonight.

Appearing to have been disengaged and in his own world the entire time, Hopkins looks up from his phone and speaks.

Jair Hopkins: Exactly. That’s where you guys come in…

Savage and Hollywood look at each other slightly bewildered.

Anthony Bailey: As the enforcers for our match against Sentinel, you have to make sure that Lady Rayne and Talon come nowhere near that ring.

NewGen Rising remain silent but nod their heads.

Oh and keep an eye out for Tyler too because I’m sure that he’ll be lurking somewhere nearby. I was taken out of action last week and I don’t want a repeat of that.

Hopkins chimes in once again.

Jair Hopkins: But thank you guys for having our backs. We appreciate all of the love and support. It feels good going into our title match at One Night In Hell anticipating friendly competition.

Anthony Bailey: I agree. Unfortunately we can’t say the same for The Unforgiven though.

NewGen Rising smile.

Well, we’re about to head out for a quick second to handle some last minute business but we’ll be right back. Feel free to hang around and make yourselves at home. We have some juice and Gatorade in the fridge.

Jair Hopkins: What’s ours is yours.

The Dying Breed go to head for the door but Bailey suddenly stops.

Anthony Bailey: Oh and before I forget…

Bailey walks over to the couch and opens up a small brown box that had been sitting there the whole time. He reaches in and pulls out two crisp black and white Dying Breed T-shirts.

Here’s a little token of our appreciation for all of your help the past few weeks. We apologize for it not being much.

Bailey smiles and tosses one shirt to Savage and the other shirt to Hollywood. The Dying Breed proceed to exit their locker room as the camera zooms in on the seemingly displeased faces of NewGen Rising. The scene slowly fades to black.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

“Cult of Personality” hits on the PA system, much to the delight of the capacity crowd. Nathaniel Havok makes his way out to the entrance ramp, extremely hyped and ready to go. He throws his arms in the air as pyro goes off around him, before walking down the ramp, slapping the hands of fans on his way down.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 242 pounds, from The Underworld, by way of Indianapolis, Indiana, “The Enforcer of Sorrow” Nathaniel Havok!

Harvey: Nathaniel Havok had some disparaging words about APW and his opponent Leon Roberts this week on the Mandy Lavage Pro Wrestling Podcast. I’ll tell you what, I’ve listened to the podcast twice, and I still have no idea where this guy thinks he’s coming from.

Chase: The guy may be slightly off-kilter, maybe even a touch delusional, but there’s no doubt that he’s had plenty of success here in APW in the past.

Havok 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.

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

Leon and Demonica rise up from under the stage, and appear sitting on a skeleton bone throne, with Demonica sitting on Leon's lap.

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!

Both Leon and Demonica rise up. Once they do, Demonica hooks her arm with Leon, facing the crowd they begin to walk through the fire ramp, with Leon raising his free arm in the devil horns.

Paige: And his opponent, accompanied by Demonica Roberts, weighing in at 275 pounds, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, Leon “The Virus” Roberts!

Chase: Woohoo! Demonica is looking hot tonight, and that fire’s pretty warm too!

Harvey: You’d better not let Leon Roberts hear you talking about his wife that way! He’s a tough, ornery cuss, and he’ll beat your butt!

Chase: Please, it was a compliment!

Yeah
Wake up dead (yeah)
Bleeding red (yeah)
A world that doesn't exist
Yeah
Heaven waits(yeah)
With the gates (yeah)
Rusting in the mist
Yeah!

The two begin to walk down to the ring. Once at the ring, Leon enters first, holding the rope open for Demonica. Once both are inside, Leon yells, as pyro burst from the four corners. Demonica then takes off Leon's jacket, as he glares at Havok.

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!

Demonica exits the ring as the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Leon “The Virus” Roberts vs. Nathaniel Havok

The two men circle around the ring a bit, with Havok being the aggressor, trying to shoot in to take the leg of Roberts. “The Virus” sidesteps his first few attempts, but on Havok’s third try, he gets a hold of the leg, and wrestles Roberts to the mat! The two men are trading punches as Havok has Leon on his back, with neither man really getting an advantage. As Havok tries to get a full mount, Leon Roberts shoves him off with authority! Both men get back to their feet, and tie up in the middle of the ring, with Roberts getting the better of it, pulling Havok in and turning him around for a ring shaking Full Nelson Slam! He lays the boots to Havok, stomping him in the chest again and again, as Havok tries to roll away! Havok eventually gets to the ropes, and the ref directs “The Virus” to take a few steps back, which Leon does, but not until after he gets a couple of extra stomps in, drawing boos from the fans!

Harvey: This match-up is interesting, because you can’t really describe either one of these guys as a fan favorite. I mean Havok does have his dedicated group of fans, but his stance on the current state of APW cannot be buying him any fans.

Chase: And Roberts just doesn’t care what others think about him! Other than Demonica, that is!

As Havok pulls himself to his feet with the ropes, Roberts is right there to give him a kick to the gut, followed up with a Knee Smash to the face, sending Havok back to the mat again! Roberts gives him no time to recover, pulling him back up and whipping him to the ropes, catching him and hoisting him up for a Flap Jack, driving Havok’s face into the mat! Roberts goes for the first cover of the match,
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Harvey: Leon Roberts has dominated the early goings of this match. Do you think he took Havok’s comments about him being ‘just a tag team wrestler’ to heart?

Chase: Without a doubt! Roberts is laying the beat down on Havok like he stole something from him! Still, we’ve seen Havok weather worse storms than this and come back!

Roberts takes a few steps back, and motions for Havok to get up, rushing in for a Big Boot as Havok begins to rise! Havok just barely dodges it, and as Roberts steps on the breaks and turns around, he’s greeted with a Spinning Neck Breaker from Havok! The Havok faithful in the crowd begin to cheer for him, but there’s also a sizable number of boos. Havok pays them no attention, rolling Roberts onto his belly, and kneeing him in the ribs as he does so. With Roberts on the mat, Havok applies a Rear-Naked Choke, wrapping his arms and legs around Roberts and rolling over onto his back! The ref checks to make sure that Havok didn’t pin his own shoulders to the mat, before asking Roberts if he gives up! “The Virus” is yelling “NO!” and is trying to fight out of the hold. For his part, Havok is holding on like a pit-bull!

Chase: This is smart by Havok, because he has not been able to wrestle his style of match yet, which is fast paced, balls to the wall, anything and everything can happen. He’s slowed down this match, trying to wear Roberts down a bit so that way when he does pick up the pace, Roberts will not be able to keep up!

Harvey: He just needs to be mindful of his own shoulders.

The ref checks Havok’s shoulders again, before turning back to Leon, asking him again if he gives up. Roberts shakes his head as best he can with Havok’s arms wrapped around it, although his face is turning bright red. The ref checks Havok’s shoulders once more, and see that they’re both down, beginning the count, 1
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Chase: They heard that one in the next town over! This one is done!

Havok rolls Roberts onto his back, hooking both legs, 1
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Harvey: Timely counter from “The Virus” there!

Chase: Havok is out like a light!

Roberts raises his right hand in a claw stance, slowly rising it above his head before clenching it into a fist! He lowers it to face level, and waits as Havok slowly begins to rise. Once Havok is to his feet and turns to face Roberts, he’s leveled with a Heart Punch, the Diablo’s Claw! Roberts wastes no time pulling his opponent back up, hoisting him into a Gorilla Press, and dropping him, catching him with a Chokeslam on the way down!

Harvey: Hellbound Chokeslam! Hellbound Chokeslam!

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Winner: Leon “The Virus” Roberts

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Demonica has a sultry smile on her face as she enters the ring to join her husband in celebration. The ref raises Leon’s arm as “Scum of the Earth” blares over the speakers.

Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Leon “The Virus” Roberts!

Harvey: How the mighty have fallen! At one time, this would have been considered an upset, but considering Havok’s career trajectory as of late, I’m not sure we can really say that right now!

Chase: You can’t take anything away from “The Virus” here tonight, though! He dominated the early parts of this match, took everything Havok could give him, and fought back for the win! He’s going into One Night in Hell on a high note, that’s for sure!

Leon Roberts and Demonica both raise their hands showing the Devil Horns before leaving the ring. The ref checks on Havok as APW cuts to commercial

[President Jeff]

Harvey: Up next we revisit an old rivalry!

Chase: Martin versus Hood! Both could use a big victory leading into One Night in Hell.

Harvey: There was a time when this feud was burning up the airwaves! It defined Meltdown...

Chase: Well tonight we get the next chapter!

Harvey: We sure do. Let's go to Nicky Paige for the official start to this match.

The camera crew pans over to the timekeepers table where Nicky Paige stands idly by.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 125 pounds, NIOBE "NIGHTMARE" MARTIN!!!

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

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

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

'Dragged you down below
Down to the devils show
To be his guest forever
Peace of mind is less than never..'

As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, a smirk on her face as she sneers at the crowd 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.

They say we wanted attention

Those five words of "Ignite" by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela immediately interrupts [name of opponent]'s theme and causes him/her to glare at the stage to see their opponent.

We really need a platform to teach a lesson
Well hey you forgot to mention
We're living for the melody in our head

A purple-haired lady comes out from the backstage area with a black jacket draped over her shoulders. The fans gives out a rather mixed response to this woman they knew as one Robina Hood.

Oh are we pretentious?
Or do we have stories boiling in us?
Poor fool, you're not gonna get to us
We don't even notice this...

As that voice continued to sing she walks to the top of the stage and throws her arms up high in the air, causing the jacket to fly off her shoulder and onto the floor. She proceeds to make her way down the aisle towards the ring. Some of the fans cheered, some booed and some of the younger members stayed nervously silent as Robina walked pass them, her eyes not blinking away from her opposition.

I haven't seen the sun
In over sixty-seven days
The time is moving
With the heavens when I said to wait
The room is growing smaller
And the days are getting shorter
But I have to stay awake
Cause this could change the world

Suddenly a male voice began to sing, at a faster rate than the female voice that came beforehand, and as the voice sung Robina made her way to ringside. She was a bit slow to go over to the ring steps as the female's eyes remained fully focused on her opponent, almost as if planning when to bounce.

Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…from Sherwood Forest…weighing in at one hundred thirty-two pounds……ROBINA HOOD!

And it's time to tell the people
When nobody will
It's time to bring the life
To what I've written with a quill
I must create, then innovate
And let it see the light
And when I'm done, I will be changing
Now watch me ignite!

She walks up the ring steps, halfway across the apron and steps into the ring as the song continued. Once in the ring Robina kept her eyes on her opponent, pointed a finger at him/her and states that "you're going to die!" 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 simply stands there and glared her eyes towards her opponent as the referee pats her boots, checking for any weapons stashed in there, while her theme slowly dies out.

One on One
Niobe Martin versus Robina Hood

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Harvey: it looks like Robina hasn't forgotten their past!

Robina charges and tackles Niobe to the ground. She quickly postures up onto her knees and begins to hammer down with right hands. Niobe covers up and shifts her hips side to side to try and wiggle free. Niobe gets her knees to her chest and places her feet between her and Robina, kicking her off. Both girls get to their feet and Robina quickly tackles Niobe back down. This time she grabs her by her hair and slams her head against the mat five times before being pulled off by the ref.

Harvey: I think it's safe to say Robina hasn't forgotten about the bad blood!

Chase: That would be an understatement!

The ref issues a warning to Robina about the hair pulling and punches telling from the hand gestures. Robina turns around as Niobe folds her in half with a spear of her own. Niobe grabs Robina by the hair and lifts her to her feet. Niobe whips Robina towards the ropes. Robina bounces off and attempts a clothesline. Niobe ducks under it and shoots herself off the ropes. She launches herself in the air and drops Robina with a cross body!

Harvey: What an impact!

Chase: That was like a head on collision.

Niobe is the first to her feet and she grabs a hold of her ribs. Robina stumbles up and gets a stiff kick to the gut which doubles her over. She flips herself over Robina and rolls her backwards with a sunset flip. Robina rolls through preventing the pin attempt. She stands up and quickly nails a drop kick to the seated Niobe. Robina tries to steal one with a quick pin attempt.

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Harvey: a nice reversal to the subset flip.

Chase: a win would have been huge for Robina. She's been in a slump as of late and could use a win before going into One Night in Hell.

Harvey: Anything to put the brakes on the slide!

Robina lifts Niobe to her feet and has a hold of her hair. Suddenly she's rolled up with a small package! The ref slides in to make the cover.

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Both Robina and Niobe stand up at the same time. Robina connects with some stiff forearms in the middle of the ring. Niobe finally counters with a European uppercuts that sends her stumbling backwards. Robina shakes off the cobwebs and moves forward, right into a back body drop. Niobe hops onto a fallen Robina and locks onto her arm. After a struggle Niobe yanks out the arm and locks in a Fujiwa armbar!

Harvey: Niobe is going to rip Robina's arm off!

Chase: Look at the torque! A human arm is not meant to bend that way...

The submission is broken as Robina inches to the ropes and grabs the bottom one with her outstretched free arm. The ref forces the break. Niobe stands to her feet and stalks Robina as she uses the ropes to pull herself up. Robina turns around and gets nailed by a discuss back elbow which drops her to a knee. Niobe quickly grabs a front face lock and drops Robina face first with a DDT! Niobe runs to the nearest corner and hops onto the top rope. She sends herself soaring through the air delivering a 450 splash!

Harvey: Hallucination!

Niobe stays on top for the cover.

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Winner: Niobe Martin

Harvey: Robina was never really able to get anything rolling.

Chase: she needs to figure it out before her North American Championship match at One Night in Hell...

Niobe celebrates her victory as we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

Whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
"It's yours!"

The chorus and intro to “The World Is Yours” blares open through the speakers of the complex as the cheers are for the arrival of “The Dying Breed”. The three young, aspiring talents come from the back, spotlight focused on them as they walk with style and grace while slapping the hands of their adored fans. Those of the haters are ignored as the three make their way towards the ring.

Paige: The following bout is scheduled for ONE fall and it is a handicap match! Introducing first, on their way to the ring, at a combined weight of four hundred and thirtry-five pounds, Anthony Bailey and the APW Tap-Out Champion, Jair Hopkins, they are your APW Tag Team Champions-- THE DYING BREEEEEEEEEED!

As the introduction ceases, the men climb and roll into the ring as it’s a simple wave to the crowd before going to each corner of the ring, standing on the second turnbuckle, with their arms in the air. They look around before dropping down simultaneously. They come together back to the center of the ring, ready to take care of business.

Harvey: Acting Asylum General Manager, Jason Kash made this match last week after the Unforgiven attacked Brian Hollywood and Jair Hopkins after they actually defeated the Unforgiven in two-on-two action last week. It's been a rough few weeks for the Unforgiven, statistically, but it hasn't stopped the world from buzzing about them!

Chase: Tell me about it. A few days ago on Asylum, we found out that the 'payment' that they requested from our new Undisputed Champion, Aubrey J. Parker, was actually... Tyler Harrison!

Harvey: Another grunt for the Unforgiven if you ask me.

Chase: I knew the kid couldn't be trusted. Never trust a Harrison!

Harvey: Anyway-- as you can see, Brian Hollywood and Jace Savage are already here at ringside to prevent interference during tonight's handicap match.

The camera focuses on Hollywood and Savage who stand next to each other, arms folded, a few feet from the announce table, keeping an eye on the ring.

Chase: They're still outnumbered. I don't know how much it's going to help!

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... and the crowd grows loud with mixed reaction as-- at first, merely a silhouette-- soon revealed to be, Tyler Harrison, steps through the entranceway and strolls behind the Unforgiven at a moderate pace. 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. Tyler stops in front of the ring, glancing briefly up at the Unforgiven, and then toward the Dying Breed and NewGen Rising-- all of which, make sure their focus shifts between each member of the quintet entering ringside.

Paige: And their opponent! From Valley Forge, Tennessee, representing the Unforgiven, he is "The Silent Destroyer", SENTINELLLLL!

"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, with Talon smirking at the mildly uncomfortable-looking Tyler Harrison, roughly slinking an arm around his shoulders, speaking to him, while keeping her eyes on the ring. Zachariah mutters something to Sentinel, and after a brief fist-bump between the pair, Sentinel whips his head toward his opponents while Blood drops down to the outside.

Chase: Hahahaha, oh man. We have a lot of bodies at ringside. Anything could happen here!

Harvey: This is definitely gonna be a heated contest!

Handicap Match
The Dying Breed vs Sentinel

The match starts with Sentinel and Hopkins standing across the ring from one another. Hopkins rushes in and throws hard kicks toward the left leg of Sentinel, backing him against the ropes! Hopkins then delivers three solid knee strikes to the ribcage and goes to Irish Whip Sentinel-- but Sentinel counters into a Short-Arm Clothesline that takes Hopkins to the mat! Sentinel forces him up by the hair and shoves him in the corner, performing three shoulder thrusts until the referee demands that he lets Hopkins out of the corner! Sentinel backs away, raising his hands to show his innocence, while fixing a cold stare on the referee. Meanwhile, Zachariah Blood draws close toward Hopkins, who is leaning over the middle rope to catch his breath-- but the crowd roars as Brian Hollywood cuts him off at the pass, pointing a warning finger in his direction. With a grin, Blood slowly backs away.

Harvey: And the mindgames have already begun!

Chase: Blood’s just spectating, duh.

Sentinel goes to pull Hopkins away from the ropes, but Hopkins nails a stomp to the gut and a Spinning Lariat-- but Sentinel doesn’t drop! He simply teeters back! Hopkins looks at him with uncertainty and then shoots the ropes nailing a High Knee! Sentinel stumbles back and Hopkins shoots the ropes on the other side of the ring, coming back to hit Sentinel with a Bulldog-- but Sentinel counters with a Sidewalk Slam! Hopkins rolls to his knees and groggily gets back to his feet. He runs at Sentinel again, going for a Hurricanrana, but Sentinel launches him off, and high into the air, only for Hopkins to crash back down on his back!

Harvey: The strength! The ridiculous STRENGTH!

Chase: He launched Hopkins like nothing! Haha, I love it. We need to invite these guys to the show more often. Maybe then can toss Jace and Hollywood around, eh? Hah!

Hopkins rolls to his corner, clutching his ribs and tags in Bailey to a pop from the crowd. Anthony Bailey steps into the ring, slowly, as Sentinel stands in the center, rubbing his sore jaw. Bailey steps into the ring, getting in Sentinel’s face and says something to him that the cameras can’t pick up-- and then Bailey nails Sentinel with a hard right hand! He lights Sentinel up with rights and lefts until Sentinel is in the corner. Bailey leaps up to the second turnbuckle and hooks Sentinel’s head in a front facelock before throwing himself back and nailing a Spike DDT!

Harvey: DDT from the second rope! Sentinel might be done here!

Chase: And Bailey’s making the cover!

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Harvey: Zachariah Blood and Lady Rayne looked like they were about to have a collective heart attack!

Bailey goes out to the apron and ascends to the top turnbuckle as Sentinel rises to his feet. Bailey leaps off for a Cross Body-- and Sentinel catches him in mid-air!

Harvey: That is scary.

Sentinel launches Bailey across the ring with a Fallaway Slam! Bailey climbs to his knees, leaning against the ropes for support. Sentinel charges Bailey for a Big Boot-- but Bailey rolls head-over-heels out of the way! He falls backwards into his corner, slapping Jair’s outstretched hand! Jair Hopkins leaps onto the top rope and goes for a springboard into a Monkey Flip, but Sentinel manages to catch Jair in mid-air too! He throws Hopkins up onto his shoulders and delivers a hard Samoan Drop into the turnbuckles! Hopkins cries out in pain and drops down in the corner. Sentinel pushes himself up and cracks his knuckles, reaching down to force Hopkins up in a Fisherman’s Suplex position-- before nailing him with the Fisherman’s Driver!

Chase: Owwww… He calls that one Talon’s Curse, and Hopkins might be done.

Harvey: He landed right on his head!

Sentinel hooks both legs and the referee drops down for the count.

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Harvey: And Bailey breaks it up with a low Dropkick!

Chase: CHEAP! CHEAPNESSSSS!

Zachariah Blood hops onto the apron, yelling at the referee about the interference-- but before the referee can react, Bailey charges across the ring and nails Blood with a Dropkick that knocks him off of the apron, to the delight of the crowd! Tyler Harrison glares up at Bailey, who simply gives him a sarcastic wink… but suddenly, Bailey is hit with a vicious Lariat to the base of the neck from Sentinel! The impact nearly spikes Bailey into the canvas! The crowd boos Sentinel as he forces Bailey up and throws him out of the ring through the ropes! Bailey hits the floor with velocity and Sentinel backs away from the ropes… Only to be rolled up in a Schoolboy by Jair Hopkins!

Chase: No! Dying Breed’s gonna steal it!

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Harvey: SO close! Sentinel stays alive in this handicap match!

Sentinel angrily hits Hopkins with a double axe-handle as Hopkins rises to his feet! Hopkins drops down to a seated position, holds his head in pain and instinctively looks toward his corner, but Bailey is still down on the outside! Sentinel drops down and forces a knee into Hopkins’ spine, synching in a rear chin lock! Hopkins groans in pain and tries to crawl away from it, but he’s stuck in place! Meanwhile on the outside, Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood continue to speak quietly to one another as they observe the match.

Chase: I notice that NewGen hasn’t exactly made it their priority to go lend Bailey a hand over there. Maybe they’re getting smarter!

Harvey: Well… with One night in Hell just a couple of weeks away, maybe it’s not a bad idea to just let these two teams tear each other apart for as long as they can. It’s not underhanded; it’s strategic. Besides, Jace and Brian technically have no business in this match. They have no obligation to help either side!

Chase: Hopkins’ neck is about to get twisted in the wrong direction if he doesn’t act fast!

Bailey finally climbs back up to his corner and begins to clap his hands together, willing Hopkins on. Soon, the crowd claps along with him. Feeling the positive vibes, Hopkins begins to angle himself, pulling at Sentinel’s fingers, rising to his knees, slowly arching his way out of the chin lock, until he’s able to reach a vertical base-- but Sentinel, feeling himself losing the hold, spins Hopkins around into a gutwrench and lifts him up high before driving him down for a single-knee Gutbuster!

Chase: Screaming Silence!

Sentinel hooks the near leg and the referee counts the Tap-Out Champion’s shoulders to the canvas!

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The crowd roars, though Zachariah Blood kicks at the steel steps on the outside, yelling for Sentinel to put Hopkins away!

Harvey: You’ll be hard-pressed to find anybody in that locker-room with more heart than Jair Hopkins, and we’re seeing why tonight!

Sentinel runs his hands back through his hair, taking a deep breath. He rises to his feet again, pulling Hopkins up with him. Sentinel lifts Hopkins up onto his shoulders, thinking Death Valley Driver, but Hopkins drops down behind him and nails a hard Reverse Neckbreaker! The crowd cheers, getting behind Hopkins. Hopkins pushes himself in the corner and leaps up to the second turnbuckle. Sentinel climbs to his feet, but Hopkins jumps from the corner and nails a Calf Kick! Sentinel hits the mat and rubs his jaw in pain again. Hopkins looks down at Sentinel for a while, and then looks out into the roaring crowd… He then steps out to the apron and ascends to the top turnbuckle to the delight of the audience! Sentinel is groggy, staggering his way to his feet. From the outside, Rayne and Blood yell words of warning to Sentinel. Talon continues to keep a “grip” on Tyler, speaking to him quietly, while Tyler continues to stare into the ring.

Chase: What’s he doing up there?! High-risk hasn’t exactly paid off for the Dying Breed throughout this match!

Hopkins waits for Sentinel to stand completely upright before leaping from the top, performing a Gainer-- and then landed a Shooting Star DDT! The “Hail Mary” drives Sentinel viciously into the mat! He bounces onto his back from the impact!

Harvey: MY GOD!

Chase: He hit it! He hit the Hail Mary!

Hopkins rolls on top of him, hooking the far leg, grapevining the near one as the crowd counts along!

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THRE- Kickout!

Chase: He’s a beast! A beeeeaaaast!

The crowd erupts into a series of chants. While a small portion of the crowd tries to begin a ”THIS IS AWESOME!” chant, another section delves into a ”HOLY SHIT!” chant. Eventually, the crowd comes to a compromise, combining the two, while Sentinel and Hopkins lie motionless in the center of the ring. Bailey holds out his outstretched hand, yelling for Hopkins to crawl! Hopkins opens his eyes and crawls toward Bailey, to the delight of the crowd. Instinctively, Sentinel begins to back toward the opposite corner. He looks as if he barely knows where he is… And the crowd erupts as Hopkins springs to his feet and dives toward his corner, slapping Bailey’s hand! Bailey storms into the ring and charges Sentinel…

...but Sentinel pulls himself up out of the corner and charges forward, leveling Bailey with a Spear! Bailey is thrown onto his stomach from the impact of the move and Sentinel lies on the ground, next to him. Sentinel is unable to crawl for the cover on Bailey, and the crowd continues to go into a frenzy!

Harvey: Something’s gotta give!

Savage and Hollywood look almost amused as they look at the carnage in the ring. Hopkins is unable to even rise to his feet on the apron.

Chase: If your name is Brian Hollywood or Jace Savage, you have to be ECSTATIC right about now!

Sentinel tries to crawl onto Bailey, but Bailey rolls away, into the ropes. Sentinel slowly gets to his feet and angrily begins to stomp away at Bailey, until the referee begins his mandatory five count!

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Before “five”, the referee has to forcibly push Sentinel away, causing Talon to shriek at him from the outside to not “touch him like that!” Sentinel shoots a glare at the referee, who backs away, intimidated. Sentinel forces Bailey up from behind, into the Pumphandle, to a loud chorus of boos from the crowd.

Chase: It’s over! Bailey’s about to get annihilated!

Harvey: Sentinel’s going for Black Lightning!

Sentinel lifts Bailey up in the Pumphandle, swinging him upside-down, prepared to drop him for the Michinoku Driver-- but Bailey wraps his legs around Sentinel’s neck in a reverse headscissors and throws himself forward, hooking Sentinel in a Victory Roll! The referee is in perfect position to make the count!

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The bell rings and the crowd roars in approval!

Paige: Here are your winners, the APW Tag Team Champions, Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins, THE DYING BREEEEED!

Chase: What?! WHAT?!

Harvey: It all happened so fast!

Chase: Not again!

Harvey: The Unforgiven got outsmarted again!

The referee raises Hopkins and Bailey’s hands in the air while NewGen Rising applaud from the outside. Sentinel has joined Blood, Tyler, Rayne, and Talon on the outside, where Blood speaks to Sentinel, slowly, quietly-- and frustratedly.

Chase: This is ridiculous! How many cheap victories are these teams gonna be comfortable with?! This is CHEAP! They can’t dominate the Unforgiven! No one can…

Harvey: A win is a win, and so far, these teams have had the Unforgiven’s number every week!

Chase: Ugh.

Harvey: Hey, look out!

As Bailey and Hopkins turn to make their way toward the turnbuckles with their championships in hand, Sentinel slides into the ring and charges after Bailey, hitting him with a Big Boot to the side of the head!

Chase: BOOM! DOWN GOES FRAZIER!

Harvey: This is what this handicap match was supposed to prevent!

Bailey collapses to the mat and Hopkins turns around in shock! He runs at Sentinel, but Sentinel catches him in a facelock and begins clubbing him across the spine… But Jace Savage slides into the ring, followed by Brian Hollywood!

Harvey: And here comes NewGen Rising for the save!

They pull Sentinel off and throw him into the corner! Savage charges Sentinel and nails a Dropkick, followed by Hollywood! Sentinel is grounded in the corner!

Chase: This is chaos!

Zachariah Blood enters the ring with a steel chair in hand to the crowd’s dismay! Jace Savage turns around and tries to fend him off, but Blood drives the chair into his skull! The crowd boos loudly and Savage hits the canvas, clutching his skull in pain-- but Jair Hopkins grabs his legs! Hollywood charges Blood and hits a Clothesline that takes him to the canvas! Hopkins mounts Zachariah Blood and begins unloading with forearms!

Harvey: Finally, some retribution!

...However, Hopkins is distracted as Lady Rayne screams at him from her knees on the apron. He glances up at her-- and she sprays something into his eyes! Hopkins throws a hand over his eyes and falls back, howling in pain! Rayne drops down from the apron as Hollywood approaches her, failing to realize that Tyler Harrison has entered the ring behind him and grabbed the steel chair. From his knees, Harrison holds the chair vertically… and uses it to deliver a vicious Low Blow to Hollywood! Hollywood cries out and falls to the mat!

Chase: AHHAAAA! AAHHHOWWW… OW… That one hurt me.

Harvey: Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me!

The crowd boos as Sentinel and Zachariah Blood escape the ring. Zachariah Blood, staying true to his name, is bleeding profusely from a gash opened above the eye, but grins as the quintet backs away from the ring where NewGen Rising and the Dying Breed lie, sprawled about, each one seemingly in agony in the ring.

Harvey: What’s it gonna take to stop these guys? Dying Breed gets the win, but… but Unforgiven walks away with their heads held high again!

Chase: They’re always a step ahead, Harv. They follow advice from a wise man.

Harvey: What’s that?

Chase: Once you think you have all the answers… they change the questions.

We fade to black as the Unforgiven disappears into the back, and Anthony Bailey rises to his feet in the center of the ring, shaking, glaring at them as they vanish.

[President Jeff]

We go backstage, where we see APW Xtreme Champion A.C. Smith striding towards the aisle. The Big Apple Asskicker has the belt slung over his right shoulder and sees the camera out of the corner of his eye. Smith momentarily walks past as the crowd cheers loudly, but he stops in his tracks before slowly taking a step or two backward. Once he gets even with the camera, he turns his shoulders and opens his mouth to speak.

A.C.: Ya know, something’s really been bothering me. Leon Roberts had several chances at me and my APW Xtreme Championship. He’s been unable to beat me, and the past few weeks, he’s acted like one of the sorest losers I’ve ever met. Meanwhile, word’s also gotten back to me that Mad Mumf wants another shot at me after I dispatched him a few weeks ago. These guys just never learn.

Smith rolls his big brown eyes.

A.C.: It’s about time those two guys learned that what happened when I beat them wasn’t because I got lucky. It’s because I’m one of the best Xtreme Champions in APW history, and it’s time they learned that that didn’t happen by accident. Leon Roberts? Mad Mumf? You guys want a shot at me? Come to One Night in Hell. I’ll take you both on.

The crowd pops loudly at the challenge.

A.C.: For weeks, my fans have been asking me when I’m going to shut my challengers up. Now, I’m answering that question. At One Night in Hell, I continue my reign atop the Xtreme division and send Roberts and Mumf away with their tails between their legs. And you know what? To those fans who’ve been prodding me…help me. That’s right. Let’s make this a ‘Fans Bring the Weapons’ match. Bring whatever you’ve got, and I’ll use it to beat some sense into two people that desperately need it. And speaking of beating some sense into people…that’s exactly what I’m about to do. Excuse me.

Smith goes off in a half-sprint toward the aisle, and we cut back to the ring.

Harvey: One Night in Hell, Fans Bring the Weapons match

Chase: I love this kind of match. AC Smith is gonna have his hands full for that one.


Harvey: It's time for our main event!

Chase: Talk about a colossal match! Champion versus champion!

Harvey: Tonight we find out in a pay per view quality match, which championship carries more weight around here!

Chase: Its going to come down who can focus in on the task in front of them. Both men are wrapped up in different feuds. Smith has got to have Leon Roberts on his mind!

Harvey: To play devils advocate, Madison has got to be thinking about The Space Cowboys and Foul Play.

Paige: Introducing first, from Long Island, New York, weighing in at 220 pounds, the APW Overdrive Champion, "MADMAN" CHRIS MADISON!!!!

The guitar solo of "Viking Death March" by Billy Talent begins to play as the lights fade to black. The video screens are taken over by a familiar white snowy picture. The drums join into the song as a white strobe light effect illuminates the entrance area.

HEY!

Chris Madison walks through the entrance area with his head down. He stops walking as he makes it to the foot of the entrance ramp as the lights come back on. He shrugs his shoulders and then throws a few shadow jabs and uppercuts. He stops and tilts his head back, outstretching his arms horizontally with his palms up in the air.

Down, Let's Take It Down
Raise Up Their Heads On A Stake
We Will Show No Mercy
On Evolutions Mistake!

Madison lowers his head and gazes into the crowd with his cocky smile. He marches down to the ring banging his head to the music and arrogantly ignores all of the fans attempts to put a hand on the Madman. He hops onto the apron and climbs to the second rope in the nearest corner. He looks out and points to the fans while dragging his other thumb across his throat in a slashing motion as the chorus hits.

Crosses Still Burn, Axes Still Fall
And Down On Your Knees You Just Don't Look So Tall!

Crosses Still Burn, Axes Still Fall
And Down On Your Knees You Just Don't Look So Tall!

Madison jumps over the top rope and lands in the ring. He pounds his chest and slaps himself in the face before letting out a roar.

Paige: And his opponent, from New York, New York, weighing in at 275 pounds, the APW Xtreme Champion, "THE BIG APPLE ASSKICKER" A.C. SMITH!!!!

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.

Ring announcer: “From New York City! Weighing 275 pounds...THE BIG APPLE ASSKICKER, A.C. SMITH!!!!!”

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

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

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

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A.C. Smith vs. Chris Madison

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Madison and Smith circle one another, eyeing each other up looking for an opening. Chris moves in and the two men lock up with a collar and elbow tie up. They jockey for positioning before Smith utilizes his strength advantage and shoves Madison backwards and into the corner. Smith charges for a clothesline into the corner but Madison ducks and rolls out of the way. He hops to his feet as Smith turns around and the two men start circling once again. They meet in the middle of the ring to lock up again. This time Madison ducks under and comes up with a rear waist lock. Smith reaches down and isolates an arm, powering out of Madisons grasp.

AC twists Madison's arm and folds it behind his back. Madison grabs his shoulder and winces in pain. He drops down to his knees and tucks his free arm underneath Smith's leg before flipping him over with a modified firemen's carry, breaking free from Smith. Madison gets to his feet first and tries for a dropkick to the rising AC Smith but gets swatted away. Both men stand up simultaneously and stare one another down. They begin circling each other for a third time. Madison looks back at the ropes and bounces off of them, nailing AC with a feeble attempt at a shoulder block. Smith shrugged his shoulders as he antagonized Madison to try again. Madison comes flying off the ropes a second time with a bit more speed and shoulders Smith again, barely budging him.

Harvey: I don't even think Smith moved more than a foot on that try.

Chase: There's no way Madison is going to overpower Smith.

Smith laughs off the attempt before beating his chest. Madison tries one final time. He flies off the ropes but is met with a boot to the face from AC Smith! The impact sends Madison hard to the mat and nearly took his head off. AC quickly gets on the offense and stomps away at Chris as he crawls to the ropes. Smith bends down and lifts Madison from all fours and flips him onto his back with a gut wrench suplex. Smith climbs on top of Madison and pulls up on his head, pounding him with a few stiff forearms. A dazed Madison tries covering up from the shots, only softening the blows. He sees and opportunity and grabs a hold of an arm. He swings his legs up and over, trying to lock in a cross arm breaker!

Smith is quick to clasp his hands together to prevent Madison from isolating the one arm. Smith uses his strength to lift Madison up and slamming him down to the mat to break the hold. Smith stands and shakes out his arm and Madison crawls around. Smith lifts Madison up by his head and whips him towards the ropes. Smith catches Madison on the rebound and drops him on his back with a sidewalk slam! Smith stays on top and hooks a leg for the quick pin attempt.

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Harvey: Smith's power may be too much for Madison to handle! The last time they met was for the Xtreme Championship and AC retained!

Chase: A lot has changed since then…

Both men rise to their feet, Madison a bit more gingerly than his opponent. Smith kicks Madison in the gut that doubles him over. He quickly grabs a side headlock and begins to pummel his opponent with right hands. Smith flips Madison over to the mat while maintaining the integrity of the headlock. Smith wrenches the headlock while planning his next attack. In the meantime Madison again throws his legs up and over Smith, this time locking in a head scissor. Madison is able to peel Smith off with the strength from his legs. Madison releases and both men rise to their feet. Madison quickly tries a clothesline which is ducked by Smith. Smith comes up behind him and locks in a full nelson. Madison tries to wiggle free before being lifted in the air and slammed back first to the canvass! Smith attempts another pin.

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Harvey: Madison was folded in half with that full nelson slam!

Chase: He's a resilient SOB isn't he?

Smith stands as Madison staggers to his feet. They meet in the middle of the ring and Smith nails a massive knife edge chop that echoes through the arena. Madison covers his chest in agony before answering with a knife edge chop of his own. Smith steps backwards and the two begin exchanging stiff shots, neither backing down! The Japanese crowd roars as the two men beat the hell out of one another. Finally Madison alters the plan and catches Smith off guard with a thumb to the eye! Smith stumbles away and begins to swing blindly as he rubs at his eyes. Madison takes advantage and drop kicks Smith in the knee which knocks the big man down to one knee. Madison shoots himself off the ropes and catches the kneeling smith with a running Yakuza kick! Madison tries to steal the quick victory.

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Harvey: I think Smith's vision finally just got back to normal!

Chase: He doesn't look happy

Both men got to their feet and Smith marched towards Madison. Privy to what was coming Madison spun around and grabbed AC by his tights before falling backwards and sending him to the outside through the ropes. Smith crashes down to the ringside mats. He rises to his feet and turns around to see Madison charging from the ring apron. Madison delivers a shinning wizard, diving from the ring apron! Madison lifts AC up and rolls him back into the ring. Madison hops up onto the apron and grabs a hold of top rope. He pulls back and springboards himself into the air, coming down with a Warriors Stomp on the chest of AC Smith! Madison tries for another cover to the winded Smith.

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Harvey: Smith is still feeling the effects from that springboard stomp!

Chase: He may have had the wind knocked out of him. He's still gasping for air.

Madison lifts AC Smith up and shoves his head between his legs. He goes for his flipping piledriver but AC turns it into a back body drop. Madison gets right back to his feet and turns towards Smith in time to see him charging with a spear! Madison rolls out of the way but Smith lands the spear on the referee accidentally who stood behind Madison! Smith gets up and looks down at the referee who's squirming in pain. He drops to a knee to check on the ref but his attention changes when he hears screams from the fans. Madison has climbed out of the ring and grabbed a steel chair. As he slides in and gets back to his feet Smith flips him over the top rope with a clothesline.

Harvey: The ref is out! We need a ref out here!

Smith climbs to the outside and begins exchanging blows with Madison. Suddenly Smith is nailed from behind as Leon Roberts catches him off guard, coming through the crowd. Smith starts to fight off Roberts and nails him with a few right hands. Sensing that Madison was coming he turns and lifts the charging Madman before slamming him down with the Big Apple Slam on the entrance ramp! Smith stands back up to his feet and is immediately jumped on once again by Leon Roberts. The two men exchange blows, neither giving up an inch as they move up the ramp towards the stage. As they reach the stage Mad Mumf comes out and gets himself into the mix.

Chase: These three are just straight up brawling! No wrestling…Fists are flying!

Harvey: And they will be meeting at One Night in Hell for the Xtreme Championship. In the meantime this is still a match and Madison is still out on the ramp!

Smith, Roberts, and Mumf fight their way to the backstage leaving Madison out on the entrance ramp and the ref finally pulling himself to his feet. He confusingly looks around seeing only Madison and no AC Smith. He walks over towards the ring announcer and motions for the bell.

Harvey: I think the ref is throwing out the match!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Paige: The ref has ruled this match a No Contest!!!!

[President Jeff]

Thursday Night Overdrive returns from the final commercial break of the night to President Jeff in the center of the ring with a microphone in hand.

President Jeff: Ladies and gentlemen, as promised earlier tonight – I would address the ongoing situation between Johnny Rebel and Level-One and settle the score once and for all. Without further ado, I respectfully request that both Johnny Rebel and Level-One step out here so we can sort this situation out for the good of the company and all our great, loyal, APW fans watching worldwide…

President Jeff calmly lowers the microphone by his side, as he patiently waits for either man to step out from behind the curtain.

Harvey: This isn’t an easy situation to deal with even if you’re the President of the APW  but I must say President Jeff is handling this situation amicably. What an amazing representative of our great sport!

Chase: Unfortunately for Jeff, there’s tons of heat between Johnny Rebel and Level-One and their history goes back at least a year. Sorry, but I don’t think this will be solved by rhyme and reason…

Harvey: Flying fists and steel chairs sounds more like it.

#SIMPLY F'N PUT!

A recorded voice comes over the loud speaker and "Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple blasts over the PA. Johnny Rebel comes out in a gold robe shimmering in the lights. "SIMPLY PUT" is written in silver on the back. His blonde goatee is neatly trimmed and blonde hair is freshly cut; his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. Not far behind, his financial backer Felipe DeLorean trails behind as they arrogantly strut towards the ring.

Harvey: I must say, every week that goes by Johnny Rebel looks more and more confident as he finds his stride – even in the face of last week, when he was stood up wonderfully.

Chase: That was disgusting. I like The Black Hand but they had no business standing up Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean like that, that wasn’t cool!

Once inside the ring, President Jeff goes to speak in to the microphone but Rebel rips it out of his hands.

Johnny Rebel: I'd be very careful about what's about to come out of your mouth, Jeff. If it doesn't involve the words - Rebel and APW World Heavyweight Championship, I'm going to shove this microphone so far up your anal cavity that you're going to need a tub of lard and whatever is hanging out of Miley Cyrus' tights from the VMA's to remove it!

The APW president, who has become well versed in Rebel's general douchebaggery, flashes a smile before attempting to speak. Rebel stops him before he can begin as Felipe rips away his microphone.

Johnny Rebel: Seriously, Jeff. I promise you that if the next utterance that comes out of that gaping hole in the middle of your face isn't something about Johnny Rebel main eventing at One Night in Hell. I know Lester has spent the better part of the evening crying on your shoulder in the locker room about how he shouldn't have to defend his championship...but God save the Queen, if you side with him, I'm going to unleash fury on the APW like you've never seen. I'll burn this place down and piss on the ashes!

President Jeff tries for a second time to pull the microphone up to his mouth but Felipe rips it away again at the last second, leaving Jeff a wee-bit frustrated.

Johnny Rebel: If you can't do what's right, I'll hijack Overdrive from now until eternity! I'll pitch my tent right here in the middle of the ring. Overdrive's will come and go but I won't move! Lester can continue to dipsy-do around giving me my rightful opportunity at the championship but I would have never expected that you of all people would join him. The two of you are in bed together, I know it! You'd do anything to choke on the sweet nothings that he's whispering in your ear! Hike up your skirt and declare me the number one contender!

Rebel does what only can be described as a temper tantrum, kicking the bottom rope repeatedly, and stomping around the ring. Jeff motions for Felipe to hand him his microphone so he can respond. However before Felipe can make his way over to the president, ‘’Put you on Game’’ by Lupe Fiasco blasts the PA system.

Harvey: Well, here we go – things are about to get interesting! As we saw earlier tonight, Level-One wanted nothing to with Johnny Rebel.

Chase: And for good reason! Johnny Rebel could very well beat Level-One; it’s smart of Level-One to pitch an easier match ups like the one against Aubrey J. Parker or even that unmotivated Terry Marvin character!

Harvey: You can always find new ways to make me sick to my stomach, Chase.

Stepping out from behind the curtains to a mixed crowd reaction, Level-One is joined by the LeWinter sisters and Kaylyn James Evans by his side. With a microphone already in hand, Level-One patiently waits for the split crowd to calm down before addressing Johnny Rebel.

Level-One: Do you see what I am talking about, Jeff? Here Johnny Rebel is out here with a perfect opportunity to tell us WHY he deserves a title shot and instead he spends his time issuing empty threats and trying to intimidate you into giving into his ridiculous demands. The reality of the situation is me and Johnny Rebel… we actually AGREE with each other!

Inside the ring, Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean look on confused. Johnny Rebel point at himself as he looks around the ring bewildered.

Level-One: Yes, we do! See, you came out here to tell President Jeff to MAKE you the number one contender – not that you ARE the number one contender. We agree that as of now, you are NOT the number one contender. Furthermore, contrary to your misguided beliefs this isn't a matter that comes down to President Jeff snapping his fingers and wiggling his toes to make all your dreams come true. Indeed, since a number one contender has not yet been named officially AND no contracts for any specific match has been signed – not even verbally, you have no legal standing here.

Johnny Rebel and Felipe are irate at this point and Johnny Rebel quickly takes his charge to the APW President.

Johnny Rebel: That’s not true, it can’t be! The buck stops with you, Jeff! Man up and let’s make this match official!

President Jeff finally speaks up.

President Jeff: I am afraid that legally, Level-One isn't entirely incorrect. Johnny Rebel, you haven’t won an official number one contenders match which means I may be able to grant you the title of such but Level-One has no legal obligation to proceed with the match.

Johnny Rebel: This is your fault then!

President Jeff: I could hardly foresee these events that have come, Rebel. However, it does not mean that I am necessarily taking sides in this….

President Jeff turns his attention to Level-One and the Synndicate who remain at the top of the ramp.

President Jeff: Level-One, regardless about how you feel about Johnny Rebel and his less then respectable tactics he truly does deserve the next title shot. Secondly, you know as well as I do that this match is a match every fan in this building wants to see.

The fans begin to roar in agreement as they begin a ‘’DO IT, DO IT, DO IT!’’ chant – a chant that Level-One surprisingly receptive too.

Level-One: You know what Jeff? I can respect that. If you feel that Johnny Rebel deserves a title shot against me than because I hold you and your opinion in such high esteem, I am more than willing to accept this match against Johnny Rebel --- however, something’s got to give.

President Jeff raises an eyebrow, while Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean are still on guard feeling that it is simply too good to be true.

President Jeff: Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. What do you want?

Level-One: Well, since its one night in hell – I thought, we’d follow tradition by upping the stakes with a bloody gimmick attached. The catch? I choose the gimmick.

Johnny Rebel and Felipe DeLorean look at each other and eagerly oblige.

Johnny Rebel: Fine, I’m in!

Level-One grins ear to ear as he realizes Johnny Rebel has fallen right into one of his traps without even knowing it.

Level-One: Okay, at one night in hell, I will put my APW world championship on the line against your…

CAREER.''

The crowd roars.

Harvey: WHAT!?

Chace: Holy smokes, that’s a crazy gamble for Johnny Rebel to take!

All hell has broken lose, as Felipe DeLorean pleads with Johnny Rebel not to accept the terms and conditions to the match. At several moments, Johnny Rebel looks like he’s about to give in as he constantly bangs his fists against the sides of his heads in frustration.

Level-One: What’s wrong Johnny boy? Is the thought of NEVER wrestling another match in your life AGAIN just EATING away at you? Why all the concern, Johnny? You KNOW you’re going to win, right? Come on Johnny… don’t be scared, Johnny!

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President Jeff: Johnny!? Johnny…

Finally, Johnny Rebel snaps.

Johnny Rebel: NO.

The crowd can’t believe it. Johnny Rebel is clearly fuming and he points at Level-One with hatred burning in his eyes.

Johnny Rebel: I am the rightful number one contender and I am not going to let you control the terms and conditions of a title match I deserve! I am going to get my title match and it is going to be contested fairly not by your stupid stipulations!

Level-One shakes his head side to side, as the rest of the Synndicate hangs their heads in shame.

Level-One: Well, Jeff… you can’t say I didn't TRY to make your one night in hell main event happen. The truth is, Johnny Rebel just doesn't want to reason with me. I guess he didn't want to have this match that bad after all...

Inside the ring, Johnny Rebel begins to shout down President Jeff which only garnishes him more heat from the crowd.

Level-One: However, at One Night in Hell, I will be present in Japan and I will proudly defend my title in the event President Jeff affords me the time. I will defend it bravely against all challengers, no matter what brand they are from or their status… except Johnny Rebel.

Felipe DeLorean hits the deck like a child throwing a temper tantrum while President Jeff bravely steps back into the face of Johnny Rebel.

President Jeff: You had your chance to accept this match Johnny Rebel and you turned it down. The ball was in your court and you did nothing with it!

In a rage, Johnny Rebel bowls President Jeff over with a vicious clothesline drawing major heat from the crowd. He then leans stomach first over the ring ropes directly across from the ramp.

Johnny Rebel: I swear on my life, you are going to give me my title match you coward! I will hunt you down all across Japan and hurt the ones you love the most.

Level-One: Is that another one of your empty threats, Johnny boy?

Johnny Rebel: No, that’s a promise.

Johnny Rebel throws the microphone in the general direction of Level-One who laughs at his pathetic attempt. The LeWinter sisters proudly raise the APW world championship up and over Level-One’s head whom points up at it and tells Johnny Rebel he’ll never be at his level.

Harvey: It isn’t often a show like this ends with a big match falling right through the gaps, Chase. Level-One will NOT be defending his APW world title against Johnny Rebel or anyone else for that matter.

Chase: To be fair, Level-One laid down the terms and conditions but Johnny Rebel wasn't having it – these two couldn't agree on it and the match fell through. Ultimately, this is President Jeff’s fault for not getting this match down on paper.

Harvey: Despite this, Johnny Rebel maintains that he will get the title match he deserves but unfortunately for him that night isn't going to be at one night in hell.

Chase: Yeah, if Level-One has anything to say about it. Asylum got lucky, it looks like they’ll be picking up the tab on that night. Ladies and gents this is all over Thursday Night Overdrive see you at one night in hell!

Harvey: The show just feels so… incomplete.

Chase: I know, Harvey. I know.

The show ends with Johnny Rebel leaning on the ring ropes seething with rage, as the logo flashes across the screen and APW Thursday Night Overdrive comes to an end.