RASSLEMANIA V

[President Jeff]

The video end and pyro shoots from the stage for about a minute. Once the pyro ends, Fans jump from their seats cheering louder than ever as Rasslemania V is live on the air. The camera mans through the crowd. Fans hold their signs up, signs that say “Rasslemania V: Where Legends are Made” And “Congrats HOF class of 2009” and one sign shows “Level One Next APW Champion.” Fans are pumped as you hear APW Commentators Johnny Chase and Darren Harvey talking as the camera keeps paning through the crowd.

Chase: Welcome Everyone, to RASSLEMANIA 5.

Harvey: A night full of history and a memorable night this will be.

Chase: 7 matches. Three title matches, a Hall of Fame Ceremony and many thing in between.

Harvey: And the match of the night, for the APW World Heavyweight Title, Michael Lively defends against Level One.

Chase: This is one of the biggest, if not, the biggest main event in APW history

Harvey: Indeed. Lets go to Tony Ferrari in the ring as we get ready for the opening contest.


Tony Ferrari is in the ring in a tux and microphone in hand.

Tony: The opening contest for Rasslemania 5 is scheduled for one fall and it’s a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH.


“Get ready to sound the death knell” blares over the PA in Destrudo’s semi-guttural voice, followed by the pulsing opening riff of "Enema Bulldozer" by Cock and Ball Torture as Destrudo wheels a bike out to the foot of the aisle to deafening boos. Armed with a super soaker full of urine, Destrudo slowly rolls down the aisle randomly spraying into a sea of repulsed faces. Destrudo circles the ring and makes his way back up the aisle, emptying the rest of the super soaker and returning the fan’s mockery.

Tony: Introducing first, making his APW debut, from Green Falls New York, DESTRUDO!

Back at the foot of the aisle, Destrudo places a blindfold over his eyes with the words “Fearless Motherf*cker” stitched across. Standing upright, Destrudo pedals rapidly down the entrance and goes air borne off a 10-foot ramp positioned in front of the ring. Once inside the ring, Destrudo executes a quick succession of wheelies, eventually tearing off the blindfold and violently tossing the bike to the cement floor. Destrudo climbs the ropes, flexing and pelting the crowd with obscenities. Destrudo paces the ring denigrating the APW faithful and his opponent.

The arena lights dim as "Down Again" begins to play over the PA as the song continues to play the arena lights start flashing off and on before finally flashing on as we see Assassin walk down the ramp.

Tony: Introducing next, From Dallas Texas, ASSASSIN

Assassin reaches the bottom of the ramp as he walk around the ring shaking hands with several of the fans before finally jumping on the apron as he steps into the ring. Assassin enters the ring and walks towards the other side of the ring folding his arms over his chest as his music comes to an end.

“'The Way You Like It” by Adema his the PA and Slade Craven walks out to a nice pop from the fans.

Tony: And finally, from Dallas Texas, The Main Man, SLADE CRAVEN!

Slade runs down the ramp and slides in under the bottom rope. Slade hops on the top rope and poses for the fans before jumping down and waits for the match to begins.

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Slade Craven Vs Assassin Vs Destrudo

The bell rings and both Assassin and Slade team up on Destrudo pushing him back into his corner and stomping mudholes into him, punching him across the head over and over.

Chase: Destrudo isn’t in a good spot in this match. Fighting against two men who are friends.

Harvey: Friends who want to fight each others.

Assassin then pulls Craven out and hits him with a bulldog before getting up to be clotheslined by Destrudo. Craven rolls aside to the apron while Destrudo starts to stomp on Assassin. Assassin manages to get to his feet and Destrudo throws Assassin into the ropes and Assassin reverses it and hit’s a hip toss on Destrudo. Destrudo gets up and goes back down with a dropkick from Assassin. Destrudo slips out of the ring to recuperate, leaving Assassin to yell at him from inside the ring, pointing over the ropes at Destrudo.

Chase: I wouldn't turn my back on Craven, Assassin! Friends or not!

Assassin turns around only to be kicked in the gut. Assassin doubles over, but Craven gets a hold of his neck and abdomen and lifts him up above his head. Destrudo laughs at Assassin from outside the ring, pointing at what Craven is carrying. Slade looks over to Destrudo, smirks, and then proceeds to throw Assassin over the ropes and on top of Destrudo. Both men hit the floor while Craven claps his hands and pats himself on the back.

Harvey: I can’t tell if that was a double team move or a move to give Slade an advantage

Chase: Yeah, and Destrudo paid the price for being a smartass!

Assassin gets up first and starts stomping on Destrudo as people in the front row. Assassin looks up at a teenager with too much acne and high fives him, then turns to Destrudo and grabs him by his hair, turning around to slam him against the stairs. Destrudo lies on the outside as Assassin slides into the ring and stands up to look across the ring at a confident and relatively unhinged Slade Craven.

Chase: This is what they wanted. To go one on one!

Assassin storms towards Craven, who lifts a leg, but Assassin catches it and then sweeps Craven’s other leg from beneath him rather easily. With Craven downed, Assassin rolls forward, holding both his legs, rolling up the High flyer

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Craven throws Assassin off of him and gets up, frustrated, before swinging and missing a clothesline, and stumbling back after a stiff body block from Assassin causes him to lose his balance. Assassin follows it up with a hard standing-spear, but Craven just falls back on the ropes and bounces forth, shoving Assassin onto his back. Craven then runs back, bounces off the ropes and jumps onto Assassin' chest, throwing all his weight down on Assassin . Slade would then back flip on top Assassin before going for a pin.



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Destrudo breaks it!



Destrudo is back in the ring, clubbing Craven over the head over and over, but his physical inferiority doesn't phase Craven, who just turns and elbows Destrudo across the face before coming up behind him and taking him out with a mat slam. Slade holds his arms up for the ecstatic audience while Assassin finds time to slip out of the ring and pull out a chair

Harvey: No, Assassin... Don’t get Disqualified!

Frustrated with Craven' inability to just go down, Assassin glares at a knowing Craven. The referee hasn't caught wind of what Assassin is holding yet, but then Destrudo rushes up behind Craven and rolls him up!


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The ref sees the hold!


The referee breaks up the pin and starts to argue with Destrudo as Assassin slips into the ring with the chair in hand. He storms up behind Craven, who turns around to get a face full of chair!!! Slade hits the canvas with a huge thud before

Harvey: Do what you got to do to win.

Chase: This won’t be the first chair shot of the night. We have Dr. Matt taking on Matt Metal in a 3 fal TLC match later tonight

Assassin drops the chair and goes to pin Craven. But Destrudo shoves the referee aside and pulls Assassin off the Slade. The two start to argue, but Assassin proceeds to kick Destrudo in the gut and DDT him onto Craven.

Assassin turns back to pin Craven, but he's already up! Slade wacks Assassin across the jaw with a massive right hand,. Assassin stumbles back, dazed, before Craven comes up behind him and hits him with a German Suplex OUT OF THE RING!!! Craven turns to Destrudo, picks him up and goes for a FLY FLY! HE HITS!!! A pin!!!


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Destrudo GETS A FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!


Craven looks wide-eyed at Destrudo's last ounce of strength used to avoid the loss. He snarls and pulls Destrudo away from the ropes before trying to pin him again.


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Shoulder up!


Shaking his head, Craven picks Destrudo up and whips him into the corner before rushing at him for a body splash. But Destrudo slips out of the way and Craven nearly knocks the pole off the corner of the ring as he hits nothing but turnbuckle! Craven staggers back, turns around and is hit with the CRADLE WILL FALL! Destrudo pins Craven!


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Assassin BREAKS THE PIN!

Chase: What an opening match this has turned into!

Assassin snatches Destrudo by the hair and shoves him into the corner where he follows with huge knees to the gut. He throws some punches to the face of Destrudo, then lifts him on top of the turnbuckle, gets up and takes him down with an agile frankensteiner! Assassin then turns to Craven, who starts to rise, and he goes to stomp on him to put him back down, but Craven ducks down to one knee, grabs a hold of the ropes, and pushes Assassin over the ropes! BUT Assassin LANDS ON THE APRON!

Chase: Uh-oh!

Craven turns to Assassin who goes to punch him, but Craven ducks down and shoulders Assassin in the stomach, causing him to fall off the apron, hit his head on the edge of the ring, and then topple to the outside. Destrudo runs up behind Craven though and shoves him over the ropes. Craven falls off and onto Assassin, who lets out a gasp upon the impact of all that weight falling on top of him. Destrudo then runs and lunges over the ropes and to the outside, on top of the two competitors.

Chase: Destrudo Is really making an impact here in his debut match at Rasslemania.

Harvey: These three could be the future of APW after tonight

Destrudo gets off of Craven who rolls off a rather flattened Assassin. The three back away from each other, and Destrudo runs up the stairs and into the ring while Assassin crawls off to the other corner of ringside and Craven backs up onto the ramp. Destrudo throws himself though the ropes at Assassin, but Assassin steps to the side, letting Destrudo plummet into the security barrier. Craven rushes from the ramp to clothesline Assassin OVER THE RAILING!

Harvey: Oh my!!!!!

Craven grabs Destrudo by his hair and sweeps him into the ring. Assassin slowly tries to pull himself out of the crowd as Slade Craven waits for Destrudo to get up before hitting..

CHASE/HARVEY: THE FLY FLY THE FLY FLY

Craven pins! Assassin spots the pinfall and, with a burst of energy, rushes to try and return to the ring...

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Assassin IS TOO LATE!!!

Winner: Slade Craven!

Slade jumps up and celebrates and Destrudo rolls out of the ring. Assassin gets into the ring.

Chase: These three gave it their all, but Slade was the one who pulled out the win.

Harvey: A great way to kick off Rasslemania. I look forward to seeing what else Destrudo can bring to APW.

Chase: Craven has been impressive since his debut.

Harvey: And I bet Assassin isn't happy that Craven is the one walking out with the win

In the ring, Slade and Assassin are there, two friends and they shake hands and hug and Assassin raises Slades arm in respect. The fans cheer as we go backstage.

[President Jeff]

We go back stage to Cindy Shannon, where she holds a microphone in her hand; and wears a smile on her face. The set behind her has been decorated for the big night, a Rasslemania IV back drop hangs behind her, with the featured stars of the nights show. Cindy Shannon greeting us with a smile, begins to speak

Cindy: Hello, APW! We are here live at Rasslemania five, and tonight I bring to you, some familiar faces!

The crowd immediately breaks out in cheers; as Cindy finds herself in between Justin ‘’N-time-2’’ Job, and Gilbert ‘’Job’’ Worthy. Justin Job has a smile that can be seen half way across the world, well…television screens. Justin Job wrapping his arm around Cindy Shannon, who looks on surprised, gives the former APW employer his Mic time.

Justin Job: Finally the Job has come back to…

Cindy Shannon nudges him on his shoulder. Justin Job eye brows shoot up in the air in confusion. Cindy cups her hands and whispers into the air of Justin Job, who only appears to be looking even more so confused.

Justin Job: Wrong gimmick? Say what?

Cindy goes to speak, but Justin Job brings his palm across her mouth; holding her mouth shut.

Justin Job: APW me and Gilbert, we have missed you. However, me and my stuffed animal loving friend here, we have become Hollywood stuntmen. We put our bodies on the line, hell Gilbert has done a few sex scenes, ain’t that right Gilbert?

Justin lets go of Cindy Shannon, as they both stare at Gilbert who stares lifelessly into the camera, who can only offer up a retarded giggle, spit drooling down his lip and all.

Gilbert: …Sex…

Justin Job shrugs his shoulders, and focuses back on the camera.

Justin Job: But APW we haven’t forgotten about you. See, it was Rasslemania four in which I made my pay-per-view debut! We beat that gutter skank Kristina Blackwell! The last time we saw that bitch, she was jumping off of scaffolds in the name of hardcore wrestling, it’s a shame she was getting paid in used condemns, used to stroke Trevor Blackwell’s ego…

Justin Job’s face is twisted just thinking about it, as he shakes his head free of such images. Cindy Shannon isn’t impressed either, as he turns her head away from the camera. In reality though, she simply had enough of Justin Job. More than she believed she deserved. That’s right.

Justin Job: Nonetheless, in the name of the biggest pay-per-view of the year, why wouldn’t the two biggest jobbers be here? See, we have ran a few shows lately…

Gilbert finally pipes up. He is slow and he’s useless, but Justin vowed not to accept him any other way.

Gilbert: Yah! Like…the jobber squad new friend.

Justin Job: Actually, Gilbert. It’s the Job Squad ‘’become our new member’’ see the two of us figured, hey, we could fit one more. And so that’s why we are here. Tonight, at Rasslemania five, we announce our new found member of the jobber squad!

Cindy Shannon looks confused, slowly lifting the microphone to her lips, she dares to ask the question…

Cindy: …Why?

Justin Job rolls his eyes. Staring at Gilbert, who stares at…something, Justin Job leans over to Cindy Shannon whispering into her ear.

Justin Job: …to be quite honest, I’m tired of having to change his diapers.

Cindy Shannon backs away from Justin Job, who shrugs his shoulders and focuses back into the camera.

Justin Job: So while Hurricane Jeff is inducting legends of the wrestling business into the hall of fame, Justin Job and Gilbert will one up the show once again, by inducting someone into the Job Squad. So may options, so little time…

Cindy Shannon leans over asking yet another question.

Cindy: So do you think Level-One is going to win tonight?

Justin Job looks over to Cindy Shannon, looking excited as ever. As if he was handed a big fat ass blunt to be smoked at his disposal. Okay, maybe he was just seeing things…

Justin Job: Great thinking, Cindy! We’ll see if Level-One wants to join the job squad! Let’s go Gilbert!

Justin Job grabs the arm of Gilbert, and walks off as the crowd cheers. The camera comes back to Cindy Shannon, who offers up an innocent shrug of the shoulders, our favorite jobbers are back!

We go back to ringside

[President Jeff]

Chase: Up next folks, is a match between two men who have a long history together. Once friends, now enemies, lets take a look at how this match between President Jeff and Twister came about.

A video package is shown, beginning at Christmas Chaos and President Jeff is found knocked out in his office. It then cuts to a month later where President Jeff is seen talking and revealing that a crowbar was the weapon of choice. We then forward to 4 weeks ago when President Jeff was going to reveal who is attacker was, then lights go out, and come back on. Twister is standing in the ring with a crowbar in hand and President Jeff knocked out. We move forward to President Jeff getting pay back by attacking Twister and 2 weeks ago posing as a Camera man and hitting Twister with the camera.


Tony: The following contest is a grudge match and is schedule for one fall.




Tony: Introducing first, From Toronto Ontario Canada. He is the President of Action Packed Wrestling. He is Mr. Rasslemania. He is the “President” HURRICANE JEFF!

The crowd boo’s as Jeff waits for Twister to come out.

Tony: And his opponent

The lights in the arena fade out and a soft glow glimmers out from the entrance way. A long almost organ like melody strikes out from the speakers which draws a stir from the crowd. Suddenly the music fades and a loud bright burst of pyro ignites across the stage as BOOM by POD blasts onto the speakers. A red light envelops the stage and as the smoke clears away Twister is seen standing at the entrance way to the delight of the crowd on hand. Twister pauses at the top of the stage momentarily as the light brightens slightly around him and gold pyro surround him on the stage.

Tony: Hailing from Winnipeg Manitoba Canada. Weighing in at 235 pounds. TWISTER

He works his way down the rampway jawing with a few fans on the way down the red light following him down the ramp way, a permanent smirk always etched on his face. Twister then stops a foot or so before the ring, the red glow engulfs the ring as Twister sprints up and slides through the ropes and bounces up in the ring. He poses for the thousands of cameras around the ring as the lights slowly come back to normal.

Chase: This match has been in the making for a long time.

Harvey: These two are gonna blow the roof off, I can just feel it.

Chase: Look at the intense states by the two of them.

Twister Vs "President" Hurricane Jeff

The bell rings and both guys lock up. HJ gets a side headlock on Twister and takes him down with a headlock take down. Twister quickly turns it into a head scissors but HJ gets out of it. They both get up and Twister takes HJ down with a headlock take down, but HJ puts Twister in a Head Scissor and he gets out of it. The both get back up and HJ hip tosses Twister, but Twister is able to land on his feet. Twister goes for a clothesline but HJ ducks and goes for a super kick, but Twister ducks that and the both go for a drop kick, and they get up quickly and stair at each other as the fans cheer and clap.

Chase: Wow, look at all those counters.

Harvey: This is why these two are legends.

They go to lock up again and Twister gets a boot in on HJ. Twister brings HJ to the corner and gives him a massive Chop that echo’s through the building. HJ then starts chopping Twister has Twister is backing out of the corner. HJ runs off the ropes and as HJ comes back, Twister puts his head down looking for a back body drop, but gets hit with a Hurricane DDT.
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Kick Out


HJ picks Twister up and throws him to the corner. HJ runs at him, but Twister goes to back drop him over the top rope, but HJ lands on the ring apron. Twister takes a swing but HJ blocks it and comes back by driving his shoulder into Twister stomach between the top and middle rope. Twister is bent over and HJ jumps over the top rope with a sunset flip on Twister. Twister hangs on to the rope and HJ is trying to pull Twister down. The ref kicks Twister hands as Twister goes into the sunset flip
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Kick Out

Chase: Can the referee do that?

Harvey: I think the Ref doesn’t want Jeff to fire him

Both guys get up and HJ throws Twister back into the corner and runs at him again, only to get caught with a boot to the face, and Twister takes HJ down with a clothesline. Twister picks HJ up and delivers a suplex
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Kick Out

Twister pulls HJ up by the hair and whips him into the ropes, and as HJ comes back, Twister lifts HJ up in the air and HJ comes down on the mat with his body horizontal. HJ is holding his upper body in pain as Twister picks him up and sets him up for a cradle Piledriver and nails it.
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KICK OUT

Harvey: How did Hurricane kick out after being dropped on his head.

Chase: Because he’s a legend Darren.

Twister lifts HJ up, and out of no where, HJ goes to kick Twister, but Twister catches HJ’s foot. HJ goes for an enzurguri but Twister ducks and locks on the Ankle Lock on HJ. HJ is screaming in pain. He tries to get to the ropes, but Twister pulls HJ away. Twister has the move locked on for about a minute before HJ up on one foot and hits Twister in the back of the head with some sort of Spinning Heel kick. The fans are on their feet as HJ crawls towards the corner. He slowly makes it to the top rope and as Twister gets to his feet, HJ flys off with a cross body block, but Twister catches him with a drop kick.

Harvey: There goes that momentum.

Chase: Twister is really taking it to Hurricane Jeff here.

Twister sets in position for go for a spear. As soon as HJ gets to his feet, Twister runs and goes for it, but HJ moves and Twister hits the Spear on the referee. The ref is out and as soon as Twister turns his attention towards HJ, HJ out of no where hits the Eye of the Hurricane. HJ gets an arm across Twister’s chest for a cover but the ref is knocked out and the fans count the 1...2....3. HJ gets up and tries to wake the ref up. The ref doesn’t move. HJ goes to pick Twister up, only to get low blowed by Twister. Twister goes outside the ring looks under the ring and pulls out a crowbar.

Chase: Twister is going to finish Jeff off here

Twister waits for HJ to get up. HJ see’s the crowbar and covers his head with his arms, but Twister jabs the crowbar in HJ’s gut and then lays the crowbar on the mat, Grabs HJ and hits him with the Wind Breaker on the crowbar.

Harvey: I think HJ it knocked out

Chase: He may have broken HJ’s neck with that move.

Twister takes the crowbar and slides it out of the ring. He wakes up the referee and covers HJ. The ref slowly counts and the fans do as well.
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KICK OUT!

Chase: That was a close one!

Harvey: And the fans aren’t happy

Twister can’t believe it. The fans are booing for HJ. Twister is yelling at the ref as HJ is slowly getting up to his feet. Twister grabs HJ and nails him with a double arm DDT. Twister gets up and grabs HJ’s legs and locks in the Twisters Rage.

Harvey: Twister has won many matches with this hold

Twister has HJ over on his stomach and arching on HJ’s back. HJ is screaming and reaching for the ropes but is to far away. The ref keeps asking HJ if he quits but HJ keeps fighting strong. HJ starts to lift himself up and is about to get out of the hold but then HJ loses strength and flops back down. Twister keeps pulling back. HJ has his hand up, getting ready to tap and then the crowd start to chant as HJ is about to tap. HJ puts both hands on the mat and uses the strength of the fans to power himself up and push Twister off.

Harvey: Hurricane Jeff just broke the Twisters Rage.

Chase: Does Jeff have anything left in the gas tank

Harvey: I think he’s running on reserve.

HJ is slowly getting up and Twister gives him a running kick to the ribs. HJ rolls towards the corner and Twister goes over and picks HJ up and put him in the corner. Twister throws HJ in the opposite corner. Twister runs and goes for a running clothesline, but HJ comes out of the corner and ducks it. Twister turns around and gets a face full of a HurraKick.

Chase: Jeff just took Twister’s head off there.

Harvey: What a match this has turned out to be.

The ref starts the 10 count.
1....2....3.....4....5....6....7....8........9...... Both guys are to their feet. Twister takes a swing, but HJ blocks it and comes back with a punch of his own. Twister takes another swing, but HJ ducks and hits Twister with an Atomic drop. HJ then runs off the ropes and catches Twister with a spinning heel kick. Twister gets up and gets slammed down to the mat. HJ points to the top rope. HJ goes over and starts to climb up. Twister gets to his feet and HJ leaps off and hits a cross body block and covers Twister.
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Kick Out. HJ signals for the HurraBreaker(Vertibreaker) HJ kicks Twister and then hooks Twisters Arms, but Twister gets out of it and grabs HJ by the waist for a German suplex, but HJ somehow gets behind HJ and then hooks Twisters arms and lifts him up.

Harvey: Oh my god, HJ has Twister set up for the HurraBreaker.

HJ circles around the ring and then drops Twister with the HurraBreaker, folding Twister like an accordion. HJ covers.
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KICK OUT!

Harvey: WHAT!

HJ can’t believe it. HJ picks Twister up, and Twister gets HJ with a Jaw Breaker. Twister gets behind HJ and then gives him a Full Nelson suplex with a bridge.
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Kick out.

Twister goes to the corner and starts climbing to the top rope.

Harvey: Where is Twister going.

Twister is waiting for HJ to get up. He does but quickly hits the rope and Twister goes crashing down on the top rope. HJ stumbles over and starts to climb up the ropes. HJ hooks Twister up for a superplex, but Twister holds on to the ropes. Twister gets some punches in on HJ and punches back. HJ grabs Twisters head for what looks to be the Eye of the Hurricane, but Twister keeps fighting back and then pokes HJ in the eye and then bends him over and Twister signals for the Fury in the Wind. He goes to lift HJ up, but HJ fights back and he and Twister start exchanging punches. Both guys are now standing on the top rope. The ropes are shaking and punches are being thrown and the whole building in on their feet anticipating something big to happen. Twister goes for a punch, but HJ ducks and gets Twister in a Rock Bottom Position.

Harvey: What the hell is going to happen here.

Chase: It can’t be good.

All of a sudden, HJ comes off the top rope with a backflip, bring Twister with him hitting THE SPANISH FLY OFF THE TOP ROPE!

Harvey: OH MY GOD!!!

Chase: HOLY CRAP!

The fans are on their feet going nut and chanting holy s**t. Hurricane Jeff covers Twister.
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NO KICK OUT! And the fans go balistic as Twister is still in the match.

Chase: HOW?

Jeff looks up at the ref and can’t believe it. He picks Twister up and goes for the HurraDriver, but Twister manages to fight out of it and land on his feet. HJ goes for a clothesline, but Twister ducks. Jeff turns and Twister picks him up for the Fury in the Wind. Jeff fights out of it and lands on his feet. He turns Twister and goes for the Eye of the Hurricane, but Twister pushes Jeff off into the ropes. As Jeff comes back, Again, Twister picks Jeff up for the Fury in the Wind and again, HJ fights out of it and lands on his feet behind Twister. Jeff hooks Twisters arms from behind and lifts him up and has him ready for the hurraBreaker, but Twister flips over onto his feet, spins Jeff around, lifts him up across his shoulder and hit’s the Fury in the Wind. The fans jump up and cheer and count as Twister covers and the ref counts
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Winner: Twister

The arena erupts as Twister’s music hits and the ref raises Twisters hand in victory.

Chase: What a match

Harvey: Amazing. I thought for sure President Jeff had it won with that Spanish Fly off the top rope.

Twister celebrates as President Jeff lies in the middle of the ring. Twister climbs the turn buckles and after celebrating a bit, President Jeff begins to get up. Jeff gets up and Twister is standing in front of him. They two look at each other.

Chase: What’s going on here?

Harvey: I hope its not round 2.

Slowly, Twister extends his hand. Jeff just looks at Twister, with a disappointed look on his face that he lost. And then Jeff quickly shakes Twisters hand and then exit’s the ring. Jeff heads up the ramp as Twister continues to celebrate and we go backstage.

[President Jeff]

The scene opens up backstage in front of a Rasslemania poster where The Hardcore Kid is standing next to Cindy Shannon. The Kid has the Xtreme Title over his shoulder and Cindy begins asking a question.

Cindy: Later tonight, you go into the ring, defending your Xtreme Title against Jason Royce in a Hardcore In Hell match. Tell me Hardcore Kid, now that you’re here at Rasslemania, and knowing that your going to be in one of the most violent brutal matches in APW history, what is going through your mind.

THK: You know, I arrived at the arena early today. And I spent all day just thinking about I can do to Jason Royce tonight. The ways to make him scream. The ways to make him bleed. And the ways for him to beg for mercy. Tonight, I walk into Rasslemania as a proud champion. I’m going to lead by example. Give this title the dignity it deserves. And I’m walking out still the champion. Royce, say your prayers, and hope that I don’t kill you tonight. And EMT’s, get your stretchers ready. Make sure you have lots of extra supplies of blood, because after I’m done with Jason Royce, He’s going to need it. Jason Royce, tonight, I send you STRAIGHT TO HELL!

The Kid walks away as Cindy is left in front of the camera

Cindy: Two men, who hate each other tremendously will battle it out tonight to settle their differences. The Hardcore Kid takes on Jason Royce, Tonight at Rasslemania 5.

We go back to the ring for the next match

[President Jeff]

Chase: What a match we just saw between Twister and President Jeff

Harvey: Two legends, who gave it their all for Rasslemania.

Chase: But what about The Hardcore Kid. He’s really stepped up his game Over the past three months, and is looking to destroy Jason Royce tonight.

Harvey: The Kid going in with a game plan. But up next, We have Link taking on Streets Wilson

The cameras go to inside the ring where Tony Ferrari is standing.

Tony: The following contest is scheduled for one fall

Daytona 500 by Ghostface Killah hit’s the PA and Streets Wilson walks out

Tony: Introducing first, from Stamford, Connecticut. Weighing in at 267 pounds. STREETS WILSON

Streets is on the top of the ramp, putting his hands in the air when Link comes charging behind Streets catching him by surprise. Link wails on Streets as he tries to cover up, and stumble down to the ramp but Link keeps up with the assault. Link grabs Streets by his tights and sends him into a barricade as the fans reach over, and scream at Link. Link puts the boots to Streets who is sitting back first against the barricade. Link then follows up with right hands to the head of Streets, and than taunts for the crowd who gives Link a small pop.

Link continues to pound on Streets who somehow gets the strength to get back up to a vertical base. Link backs up and looks to charge Streets over the guard rail, but Streets shoves Link away. Link comes back and hits Streets in the stomach with a knee which puts him back down. Link berates Streets before standing over him, on-top of the separation barrier taunting to the fans. Link goes for a right hand, but Streets grabs his hand blocking the shot. Streets than slips under Link, grabbing him in a power-bomb position. Link’s face contorts with fear, preparing him for the blow. Streets jumps down with a sit down power-bomb on the ramp, as the ramp cracks and breaks causing the ramp’s under-light bulbs to spark! ‘’Holy Shit’’ chants erupt as both men are down.

Chase: OH MY GOD! HE JUST BROKE APART OF THE RAMP!

Harvey: These two haven’t even started the match yet…

Streets crawls down the ramp, rolling under the bottom rope.

Link Vs Streets Wilson


The bell is rung, and Streets tells the ref to begin his count due to Link not being in the ring. The ref agrees, and throws his hand in the air.

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Streets thinks it’s all over, as he parades around the ring celebrating his victory.

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Link quickly stumbles to his feet, and sprints to the ring as fast as he can.

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Link is back in the ring! Streets is on the top-rope throwing his hands in the air in victory, while Link puts his hands on his hips giving Streets’s back a disgusted look, insulted that Streets thought he’d put him out so early. Streets hears the chants, as he slow turns his head towards Link. But before Streets can make a move, Link plants a well placed kick on Streetss foot as he comes crashing and burning off the top-turn buckle.

Chase: I wasn’t the only one who thought it was over!

Harvey: Yes, Yes you were.

Link waits for Streets to get to a vertical base and when he does Link charges at him with a clothesline sending Streets into the turn-buckle as he topples over like a tone of bricks. Link charges the turn-buckle as he uses the ropes to spring himself in the air, following up with a modified drop-kick to the face. Unfortunately, coming down for the drop kick Streets manages to grab hold of Link’s feet and with Link’s own momentum sends him rolling back as Streets makes a huge reversal. Link is up to his feet in the middle of the ring, with a quick display of confidence, as Streets gets up from his seated position near the turn-buckle.

Link & Streets meet face to face, as Link yells profanities at Streets who doesn’t know what to say. Link continues to talk-trash, as Streets looks to the side scratching his head. Link continues to scream at Streets, as Streets had enough. Streets mouths the words ‘’You stupid, poo head’’. Link begins to laugh, and is smacked in the face by Streets who has lost his patience. Link comes back with a right hand, but Streets ducks it. Streets, steps on Links foot, rakes Link’s eyes and drops down for a low-blow which sends Link toppling over, with his eyes popping out of his sockets in pain.


Streets pulls Link to the middle of the ring, saluting to the fans. Streets grabs one of Link’s feet as he struts around the ring, following shades of the ‘’Nature boy, Rick Flair’’. Streets screams ‘’WOOOOO’’ as the APW fans echo the chant. Streets goes for the Figure Four Leg Lock, but Link reverses it into a small package.

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Streets Kicks-out!

Chase: Looks like Streets got a little cocky.

Harvey: You like cock don’t you?

Chase: No, I sa---

Harvey: I’m telling you’re wife!

Link signals with his hand, that he was inches away from beating Streets. Streets watches Link, closely as Streets begins to get up off his knees. Streets is up, and charges at Link with a clothesline, but Link ducks under and hits a spinning wheel-kick to the face of Streets, sending him against the ropes seeing stars. Link runs towards the turn-buckle jumping off hitting Streets with a top-rope dropkick! Streets topples out of the ring, as he hits the concrete floor.

Chase: What a move!

Harvey: I could do better…

Link grabs onto the rope, preparing himself for the jump. But he changes his mind, and advances to the top-turn buckle. Streets slowly gets up as he stumbles around light headed. Streets bends over, and Link jumps off the top rope and hits a leg-drop sending Streets face smashing into the concrete out-side of the ring! ‘’APW’’ chants erupt around the arena, while Streets grabs his face like it’s on fire, rolling in pain.

Chase: That is going to hurt in the morning.

Harvey: Why not now?

Chase: It’s a saying, damn it!

Blood begins to poor from Streets face, as it creeps through his fingers. Link smiles, and hops up on the apron waiting for the bloodied Streets to stand up. Streets wipes the blood from his face, and gets to a vertical base. Link jumps up on the rope, and goes for a Moon salt! Streets somehow manages to catch, Link on his way down, as he holds him on his shoulders. Streets with all his strength lifts up Link above his head getting him in a power-bomb position. Link knows what is coming, and quickly springs himself down trying to hit a hurricanrana, but Streets doesn’t budge and pulls Link back up, and hits a Power Bomb out-side of the ring! Both men are down!

Chase: Holy cow! What a match, here tonight.

The ref has begun counting, and is at a count of 5. Both Link & Streets begin to stir. Streets has blood dripping down his face, as he tries to wipe it away. Link is holding his back in pain, grabbing the ropes for leverage. There both in, at the count of 8. Link backs up against the ropes and charges Streets with a short arm clothesline. Streets is up, and gets clothes lined again. Streets is up another time, and this time grabs Links arm, twisting it behind his back and stomping on the back of Links feet knocking him to the floor.

Chase: Link was getting quite the offence in there for a bit.

Harvey: Oh, how fast the tide turns.

Streets his a rolling Suplex, and than salutes for the crowd. Streets picks up Link by his hair and hits him with another Suplex this time rolling over into a pin.

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Link kicks out!

Streets begins to pound on Link, as blood drips down Streets face. Streets lets up, and than grabs Link pulling him in for the Brain Buster. Streets lifts up Link, but Link manages to roll out, getting a sneaky pin on Streets.

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NO! Streets kicks out just in time!

Chase: Two near falls, this could go either way at this point.

Link goes for a wheel kick, but Streets ducks under hitting a low blow. Streets grabs, Link and hoists him up for the Brain Buster. Streets goes to hit it, but Link flips out of it landing on his feet! Streets chases Link who runs straight into a turn-buckle jumping off with a Moon-Salt! Link modifies it, and lands behind Streets pulling his head under his arm-pit.

Harvey: Oh, oh! What’s coming here!?

Link taunts as the crowd cheer and boo, Link goes to hit the Inverted DDT but Streets slips out of it. Raking the eyes of Link, and the sending him chest first into the turn-buckle. Streets rolls up Link for a pin.

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Kick Out!

Streets waits for Link to get up. As soon as he goes, Streets grabs link and goes for the Vicious DDT, But Link is quick to bring Streets to the corner. Link spears Streets in the corner. Link pulls Streets up and sets him up for the missing Link. As Link picks Streets up for the power bomb, Streets is able to land on his feet and grabs Link with the Shaolin Nerve Hold. Streets Squeezes his fingers in Link’s throat. Link grabs Streets hand and then kicks Streets in the Knee. Streets lets go of the hold and grabs his knee, and Link quickly connects Streets in the Jaw with the Extreme Kick. Streets falls over and Link makes the cover
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Winner: Link

Link’s music hits and Link gets up and the ref raises his hand in victory.

Chase: I think the month of not wrestling cost Streets the match here.

Harvey: And the early attack by Link I don’t think helped Streets Chances.

Link rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp celebrating as we go to a Interview with John Green

[President Jeff]

The camera shows the backstage area and Cindy Shannon. She is standing outside of a dressing room door. She has a mic in her hand.

Cindy: Ladies and gentleman I am standing right outside the door of seemingly the man of the hour...or I suppose he’s the man of the event tonight....I am standing directly outside of John Green’ locker room. Last year at RassleMania IV, John lost in five quick minutes in the main event. But it seems like "The Retribution Killer" has his mind going right seeing as he has been on a winning streak ever since Carnage beating stars like the APW World Heavyweight Champion Michael Lively and the legend that is Twister. I am going to try and get a quick word with him about his Overdrive Title match with Shadow tonight.

Cindy knocks on the door. The crowd erupts in pure excitement as the door opens and John Green steps out and stands beside Cindy. The camera gets a shot of his new "The Retribution Killer" shirt as he’s wearing his wrestling gear. He flashes his perfect smile to the camera.

Cindy: John, we are just maybe an hour or so away from possibly the most anticipated Pay-Per-View of the year, Rasslemania. Tonight you and Shadow will go one on one for the Overdrive title. We’re getting thoughts from you seeing as how last years wasn't so great for you. So John, please tell me and the entire world watching...what is the mood right now?

John smirks a bit more and rubs his hand across his chin.

Green: I could stand here and tell you that I have my stomach in knots right now. That I am as nervous as a teenage boy is while waiting for his girlfriend to come out with the pregnancy test results....oh wait....that’s a bit of a sore subject with me right now but Shadow would know all about that....but the point is...if I were to say that...I would be telling a bold faced lie. Ya see...for the past few weeks me and Carl were going back and forth like a high stakes poker game. We’ve bet, we’ve raised, we’ve check, hell we’ve even folded. But he couldn't stand the pressure so now Shadow has come and taken his place. Now....it’s time to go all in....one of us will have the cards and the other will be on a stone cold bluff...but the key thing to a convincing bluff is you’ve gotta know the cards. So the question is...whose the one with the cards? Whose the one with the status quo? Well that’s something you’ll just have to sit and wait to see. Now, Shadow can say all he wants, he can sit back and call me a has been all he wants. Does it affect me any? Nope. If my critics affected me I wouldn’t be the success that I am today. Not in the wrestling ring or in life. The fact of the matter is this... I am that schoolyard bully Shadow sees me as.... and he’s nothing more than the nerd that gets his underwear tied to the flagpole. In that whole scenario you know what it’s going to come down to. You know the kids dumbass friends will push him and peer pressure him into standing up for himself and fighting that bully. Now sure...he’ll get in one good shot.... now.... it’s time for the bully to get tough. For the bully to back that nerd into a corner and watch him piss his pants Billy Madison style...except this time....it ain’t cool if ya pee your pants.

The crowd cheers and laughs a bit.

Green: Shadow ...whether you’re nervous or not...you won’t admit to it. You’re to smart for that, as am I. We both know the stakes at hand and we’re both willing to damn well die for what we believe in and we believe in ourselves. The time for games has come to an end...you know that just as well as I do.... I know you’ve done this before...but don’t for one second think that this stage falters me in any way shape or form. If anything it strengthens me. People expect to see the greatest match ever performed...and I never lose in matches with such hype anymore...tonight is just another one...and I’m the type that doesn’t like change. And I can promise this won't be a RassleMania repeat of last year. Good luck to you Shadow.

John smiles and winks into the camera as he then goes back into his dressing room. Rasslemania V returns to the ringside area.

[President Jeff]

Chase: Up next, We relive Rasslemania One. Dr. Matt Verses Matt Metal, TLC 3-Fall Match.

A video package begins to play with the history of this match.


We go to ringside, where 3 ladders are set-up in a row at the base of the entrance ramp. Tables have been set-up all around the ring, and there are piles of chairs and unfolded tables also on the arena floor.

Tony Ferrari: The following contest is a TLC 3-Fall Match. The winner of the match will be the wrestler who wins the best two out of three falls. The first fall will be contested as a "Chair Match", where Steel Chairs will not cause a disqualification. The second fall will be contested on Table Match rules, where to win, one wrestler must force his opponent through a table. The third fall, if required, will be contested as a ladder match, and the winner will be the first to remove the prize hanging above the ring!

A camera close-up reveals the "prize" to be the CWF Xtreme Championship Belt.

Harvey: What nostalagia, Johnny. This is the same belt that Matt Metal and Dr. Matt fought over at the first RassleMania. We're not sure exactly what sort of strings Jeff had to pull to find that belt for tonight, but it surely is a nice added touch.

Chase: I agree, Darren. Ladder matches also feel bigger when there's a belt hanging from the ceiling than just a briefcase. While the winner won't get to go home with the belt, maybe just seeing it will be enough motivation for both of these men to give it their all to win this match.

Harvey: That's if we actually make it to the third fall, Chase.

Chase: Has anybody ever in the history of professional wrestling won after just two falls?

Harvey: Ric Flair vs. Mick Foley, WWE Vengeance 2006.

Chase: Wise-ass.

The opening bars of Eminem's "Encore" begin to play as the lights dim in the arena. Then, a spotlight appears by the entrance ramp. However, instead of Dr. Matt, another familiar face with bleached-blonde hair steps out. Eminem himself walks out from behind the curtain.

Eminem: Get your ass up, for the Doctor, one more time, I said, get your ass up, for the Doctor!

The fans burst into a huge ovation for Eminem. He motions for everyone to "get up". Then, Dr. Matt comes out from behind the curtain, he's also holding a microphone, and he tests out his rapping skills by going along with the song.

Dr. Matt: Because I don't ever want to leave the game, without at least saying goodbye, so all the people on the left, all the people on the right, scream one last time.

Eminem and Dr. Matt high five, before Dr. Matt starts to make his way down to the ramp. Eminem continues to perform as Doc gives a few fans high fives, then slides into the ring. He poses in the middle of the ring, before pointing back up the ramp to Eminem. Eminem raises his fist in the air, gives the audience a "Thank You", then disappears back behind the curtain as the song fades out.

Chase: What an entrance! I can't believe Dr. Matt was able to bring in Eminem to sing his theme song!

Harvey: I bet now that Matt Metal would have rathered to come out first now. How do you top that?

A commotion can be heard up in the cheap seats. The arena goes dark, and one section gets lit up with a spotlight. All the fans sitting in one section in the very back of the arena pull out string instruments, and they all start playing the riff to Led Zeppelin's "Kashmir". This continues on for a minute or two, and the fans all seem confused. Then, a voice can be heard over the amps saying "Uh huh, yeah!" The cameras than go to the ramp, where Diddy is standing with a microphone.

Diddy: You can't stop, Nu Metal, on the block!

This gets a huge ovation from the crowd as he then bursts into his song "Come With Me", which sampled "Kashmir". Diddy points to the curtain, and Matt Metal struts out, playing air guitar along with the song.

Chase: This is fucking insane? Do you a hear an electric guitar, Darren?

Metal walks over to Diddy, who puts his arm around him, as he continues to play air guitar. Finally, Metal shakes his head and stops with the air guitar, then looks back to the curtain and begins motioning for someone else to come out. Then, out from behind curtain steps Jimmy Page! Page is playing along, with a real guitar, and the fans are cheering like crazy.

Harvey: I think Metal just one-upped Dr. Matt!

Metal struts down to the ramp, smirking at Dr. Matt. Dr. Matt is pacing in the ring, fuming. Metal gets into the ring, raises his hands in the air and blue pyros shoot out from the ring posts. Diddy and Page finish the song and take a bow, and Metal waves a thanks to them from the ring. Metal turns to Dr. Matt, who's just grinding his teeth.

Tony Ferarri: Now introducing the competitors. In this corner, from Upriver, New Brunswick, Canada, weighing in at 247 pounds, he is Hardcore as Hell, the Ph. D in Pain; DR. MATT!

Dr. Matt gets a huge cheer from the crowd. Some of the younger children in the crowd are booing him, since they only know Matt as the cowardly chicken shit he had been in the past few months.

Tony Ferrari: And in this corner, from Surrey, England, weighing in at 260 pounds, the Modern Living Legend and Action Packed Wrestling Hall of Famer, MATT METAL!

Metal's response is much warmer. Every fan is on their feet and cheering their lungs out. Tony Ferrari leaves the ring and the referee steps in. He quickly checks both men, then calls for the bell.

TLC 3-FALL MATCH
Dr. Matt vs. Matt Metal

The crowd is at a fever pitch, and Dr. Matt and Matt Metal circle each other for a moment. Metal tries to grab Doc, but he dodges. Doc throws a quick jab, but Metal ducks, and finally, the two lock up. They both briefly try to over power each other. A lot of commotion between the two, but no one seems to get the advantage. They break away from each other and step back. A "Let's Go Metal/Go Doc, Go" chant comes from different sections of the crowd.

Chase: Despite both of these men's history, the crowd is split on who they want to win.

Harvey: I know the feeling. I can't decide who I want to win!

Doc and Metal circle each other some more, taunting the other into making the first move. Finally, Metal raises his right hand in the air. He steps toward Doc, and Dr. Matt gets the idea. He raises his left hand, and clasps onto Metal's hand. Then, they both raise their free hands and lock them together. Then, they start trying to overpower the other. A struggle ensues, and Dr. Matt is able to push Matt Metal backwards until his back is against the ropes. Metal, however, drops to his knees, giving Doc a Jawbreaker. Metal then gives the stunned Dr. Matt a Belly to Belly Suplex over the top rope. Dr. Matt hits the arena floor and holds his back, wincing. Metal takes the opportunity to pose for the fans.

Harvey: Matt Metal takes the early advantage, but he also tossed Dr. Matt into all that plunder.

Sure enough, Dr. Matt doesn't take kindly to being thrown from the ring, and walks to a stack of steel chairs. He picks one up, and throws it into the ring. Metal manages to catch it, but Doc drills another one into the ring. Metal bats it away with the chair he's holding, but Dr. Matt throws chair after chair into the ring, with Metal doing his best to avoid getting hit. After a dozen or so chairs are littering the ring, Dr. Matt grabs one final chair and slides into the ring and charges at Metal. He does a big swing, which Metal ducks. Doc turns, and Metal jabs Doc in the ribs with his chair. Doc drops his chair and doubles over. Metal lifts his chair high to swing it at Doc, but Dr. Matt takes Metal to the mat with a Double Leg Takedown. Dr. Matt quickly picks up another chair and starts swinging it at Metal. Metal rolls out of the way of the swings, and winds up rolling right out of the ring. Dr. Matt leans over the top rope to take a huge swing at Metal, but Metal dives under the ring apron. Dr. Matt instinctively storms across the ring, expecting Metal to come out the other side, but Metal reappears where he went under, weilding a chair of his own. He slides in the ring, and Dr. Matt turns around just in time to get a faceful of chair. Dr. Matt goes down and Metal makes a cover.

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Chase: And Dr. Matt is the first to taste steel!

Matt Metal leaves Dr. Matt to lie on the mat and hold his head, and picks up two steel chairs. He sets them up so they are facing each other. Metal gets a sick look in his eyes as he walks back over to Dr. Matt, who has his back to him. Metal grabs Dr. Matt by his waist band and drags him backward. He then grabs a hold of Doc around the waist, and positions Dr. Matt so that he can German Suplex him on the chairs. He tries to lift Dr. Matt, but Doc shifts his weight so Metal can't lift him. Metal tries again, but this time, Dr. Matt stomps his foot. Doc then elbows him in the gut, and then gives Metal a Sawbones Stunner! Metal bounces backward and lands in a seated position on the two chairs. Metal is dazed, and Dr. Matt runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes, then rebounds and Spears Metal of the chairs. Dr. Matt covers.

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Metal kicks out.

Harvey: Wow, Metal just kicked out after a Stunner and a Spear!

Chase: It'll take a lot more to pin Metal. Those are big impact moves, but Metal still hasn't taken much damage in this match. But, if you ask me, Dr. Matt is going to have a rough time winning this first fall. He'd be better off just eating a pin early on to have enough energy to put Metal through a table and climb the ladder.

Harvey: That's true, Johnny. Just a one fall match between these two titans could easily last 20, 30 minutes before someone took a fall, and in this match, they'd still have to go through a table match and possibly a ladder match to boot!

Chase: So, you gotta think of strategy in this situation. You can battle your heart out for that first fall, only to run out of steam and lose the next two stages, or throw the first stage so you can last the distance?

While Johnny and Darren were discussing strategy, Dr. Matt got out of the ring, got a table, and slid it back in. He props the table up in the corner, then turns around to Metal, who's slowly getting up. Dr. Matt gives him a few punches to the ribs, then grabs Metal's arm and goes to Irish Whip Metal toward the table. Metal runs past Dr. Matt, plants his feet, then drags Dr. Matt toward him and into a Spine Buster onto one of the many chairs lying in the ring. Dr. Matt cries out in pain and holds his back, rolling around in agony. Metal stomps Dr. Matt a few times, before leaving him alone to jump out of the ring. Metal grabs two folded tables and slides them both into the ring.

Harvey: I'm not quite sure what these two are doing. I'm not one hundred percent clear on this, but I'm pretty sure that putting an opponent through a table can only count as the second fall. So, if they bring tables in already, it'll be irrelevant.

Chase: Whether or not they gain a fall, Darren, you can always help your cause out by putting an opponent through a table or two. Besides, it can't hurt to set up a few tables now just to make it all the easier for you when the Table Stage comes along.

Dr. Matt is getting up, and he's weilding a steel chair as Metal slides in the ring. Metal rushes over to him and throws a few punches, but Dr. Matt manages to swing the chair into Metal's leg. Metal falls into a seated position, leaving him wide open for the inevitable chair shot to the head. Metal flops to his back, dazed from the shot. Dr. Matt then wraps the chair around Metal's left leg, sandwiching his knee between the back of the chair and the seat. Dr. Matt then picks up another chair, lifts it high above his head, then swings it into the chair around Metal's leg. Metal screams in pain, and tries to kick the chair off, but Dr. Matt swings his chair into the leg again. He gets into two more shots before Metal is able to free himself and roll away.

Harvey: My god, he may have broken Metal's leg!

Metal is holding his leg, wincing. Dr. Matt drops the chair and walks over to Metal, grabbing his bad leg by the foot. Metal uses his right leg to try to kick Dr. Matt away, but Dr. Matt dodges the kicks and drops to the mat, wraps his legs around Metal's leg, putting Metal into a Knee Bar. Metal is screaming in agony now. He tries swinging at Dr. Matt but, he can't connect. He clenches his fists and grits his teeth as the referee asks is he quits. Metal shakes his head no, and tries to push Dr. Matt's legs off of his own.

Chase: That Knee Bar is a simple move, but with the damage Doc may have done with that chair, it could be enough to get Matt Metal to tap.

Harvey: I know there's a certain sense of pride here, but Metal would be wise just to tap now so he can get out with his leg intact and still have a shot at winning the match!

Metal looks like he's about to tap, but then he claws into the mat and starts to drag himself to the ropes. Dr. Matt is still wrenching with all he's got, screaming at Metal to tap. Metal inches towards the ropes, which weren't that far away to begin with. Metal then, in an attempt to pull himself out of the ring and possibly break the hold, makes the final lunge and grabs the bottom rope and starts pulling himself. The referee, however, starts a 5 count. Dr. Matt, lost in the moment, doesn't at first realize what's happening, before finally letting go just before the ref counts five. Metal sighs a breath of relief and clutches his knee close to his chest, wincing in pain.

Chase: What's with the 5 count? I thought this was No DQ, which should also mean no rope breaks!

Dr. Matt gets up and starts yelling at the referee. The referee points to a chair and says that the rules state that only chairs are legal, therefore rope breaks count. The two are getting into an argument over semantics. Dr. Matt picks up a chair and starts yelling at the ref, asking if it'd be legal to hit him over the head with it. The two are screaming at each other, and the referee is turning a shade of purple. Dr. Matt starts slamming the chair against the mat in frustration, telling the referee the match is No Disqualification. The referee is telling Dr. Matt that he's the authority and what he says go. Dr. Matt is just about ready to hit the referee with the chair, when Matt Metal gets up behind him, favouring one leg. Dr. Matt, oblivious, raises the chair over his head to strike the referee, and the ref starts to cower, but Metal pulls the chair out of his hands and tosses it away. Dr. Matt turns around and Metal Suplexes Dr. Matt, throwing him through the table that was propped in the corner. Dr. Matt is left crumpled in the corner, and Metal starts celebrating. He yells at the referee to raise his arm for the fall, and the referee tells him it's not the Table Stage yet. This leads to an argument between Metal and the referee about whether or not Tables count as Falls yet.

Chase: You think these two would know the rules to the match they co-created.

Harvey: Well, they've both taken some chair shots to the head. It can be forgivable if things are a little hazy.

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Dr. Matt kicks out. Metal slaps the mat out of frustration. Had he not wasted time, he probably could've gotten the fall. Metal then limps over to one of the tables he brought in earlier, and he sets it up in the ring. He walks back over to Dr. Matt, who's trying to get to his feet. He gives Dr. Matt a few punches to the forehead, then drags Dr. Matt over to the table. He leans Doc up against the table and gives him a few chops to the chest, then walks away and picks up a Steel Chair. Metal then turns back and chrages at Dr. Matt, trying to drill him in the face with the chair, but Dr. Matt ducks, and Metal slams the chair into the table. Dr. Matt quickly follows up by slamming Metal's face into the chair, then throwing him back down to the mat. Dr. Matt then picks up the other table lying in the ring, and stands over Metal. He's about to drive the table into Metal's bad leg, when the referee starts yelling at him, saying that'll get him disqualified.

Chase: You know, the referee really needs to stop being such a dick about the rules and just let these two fight!

Dr. Matt just stares at the referee from a moment, then just shakes his head as he walks over to the other table that has already been set up and he sets his table up on top of it, creating a double stack. Dr. Matt then turns back to Metal, only to have Metal punch him in the stomach, then DDT him onto a chair that was lying nearby. Dr. Matt rolls on the ground holding his head, and Metal picks up another chair, unfolds it, and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Metal than walks over to Doc and picks him up. He pulls Doc over to the chair, then doubles him over and lifts him up, positioning him for a Piledriver. He tries to lift Dr. Matt, but Dr. Matt goes dead weight. Metal tries to lift him again, but Dr. Matt drops to his knees. Metal elbows him in the back a few times, then tries to lift him one more time, but Dr. Matt grabs Metal's bad leg and Metal's knee buckles, causing him to drop Dr. Matt. Dr. Matt reverses the momentum, and lifts Metal up in the air, spins around 180 degrees, and gives Metal the Doctor's Orders onto the chair, causing it to collapse under the impact. Dr. Matt falls onto Metal to cover.

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Metal kicks out, and the fans erupt with applause.

Chase: I can't believe it! Metal hit that steel chair so hard it literally folded back on itself, and he still was able to kick out!

Harvey: I still can't believe these two have taken all of this abuse and we still haven't seen one fall!

Dr. Matt is left sitting on the mat in disbelief. He shakes his head, as if he can't figure out what it'll take to pin Metal. Dr. Matt looks at the stack of tables, then looks past them to the ladders stacked on the entrance ramp. Dr. Matt rolls out of the ring and grabs a ladder. He folds it up, and walks back to the ring. He slides it in, and then gets in the ring himself. He then sets the ladder up perpendiculaly next to the stack of tables.

Harvey: Now we're getting ladders involved? Someone's going to get killed here before we even see the first fall.

Dr. Matt's got that demented look in his eyes, and he walks over to Metal, who's lying on the mat, breathing deeply, and holding his back. He grabs Metal by the back of the head and lifts him to his feet. Metal punches Dr. Matt in the gut a few times, before finally nailing him with an uppercut. Metal then runs to the ropes and comes running back at Doc, trying to take him down, but Doc Drop Toe Holds Metal face first into the ladder. Metal is left slumped, leaning against the ladder, and his eyes have glazed over. Doc lifts Metal's head and slams his head into a rung again for good measure. Dr. Matt then lifts Metal up so his feet are on the third rung. Dr. Matt then positions himself under Metal so that Metal is sitting on his shoulders and then climbs the ladder himself. He lifts Metal up high enough that he's on the same level as the double stack of tables, and he slips Metal onto them. Dr. Matt then climbs to the top of the ladder and straddles it, and Metal is just below his foot level. Dr. Matt bends down and grabs Metal by the throat and starts to pick him up. He lifts Metal to his feet so that he's standing on the tables. Dr. Matt then stands up so he is on the top of the ladder and holding Metal by the throat still. Dr. Matt then takes a moment to pose for the crowd, before lifting Metal up and trying to give him the Mattisfaction Chokeslam, but Metal jumps up, bats away Dr. Matt's hand, grabs him by the head, and then gives Doc the Nu Metal off the ladder and through the double stack of tables!

Chase: That.... was... CRAZY!

The fans start chanting "Holy Shit!" as both men lay in the wreckage of the tables. The ref, who was actually knocked to his feet from the impact, gets up and starts pulling stuff out of the way to check on both men, and Metal, with his eyes closed, flops an arm over Dr. Matt, who's lying on his back. The ref starts to count.
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Dr. Matt gets the shoulder up. Metal sluggishly rolls away, and just looks to be in absolute shock. Granted, the count was a little slow, but Metal can't believe Dr. Matt was even able to move.

Harvey: That man should be dead, and yet he was still able to find the energy to kick out! I don't believe it.

Metal just sits on the mat, holding his leg, nodding in all almost respectful matter at Dr. Matt, impressed that he kicked out. Metal then slowly gets to his feet. He tips the ladder over so it's lying on the mat, then picks up a few pieces of broken table and lays them on top. He then starts rounding up all the chairs lying around the ring and piles them on the ladder and bits of table. Metal then stumbles over to Dr. Matt, who's still out of it, and drags him over to the pile of plunder. He lays Dr. Matt on top, then walks over to the corner. Metal slowly climbs to the top rope, and takes a long time to pose. He slaps his elbow a few times, and the fans are at a fever pitch. Metal then takes to the air, going for an Elbow Drop, but Dr. Matt rolls out of the way. Metal, however, seeming to know this was coming, lands on his feet in the big pile of chairs. Dr. Matt, who has his back to Metal, has a big smile on his face as Metal lets out a fake scream of agony. Dr. Matt gets to his hands and knees and turns to Metal only to have Metal pounce on him and roll him up with an Oklahoma Roll. Dr. Matt is taken completely off guard.

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WINNER OF FIRST FALL: Matt Metal

The ref calls for the bell and raises Metal's arm in victory.

Tony Ferarri: The winner of the first fall is, Matt Metal!

Harvey: What strategy! Metal hammed it up on the top rope, knowing Dr. Matt would roll out of the way and then faked an elbow drop!

Chase: Regardless of how much damage either man was going to take, they always knew when a pinfall was going to come and sub-consciously were able to prepare to kick out. Metal taking Dr. Matt off-guard, though, that's just an act of genius!

Harvey: Now, Metal's already put Dr. Matt through three tables. If he can put him through one more, he has this match won!

Metal walks over to the ropes, climbs up to the bottom rope, and poses for the fans. Dr. Matt, who was in disbelief about being pinned, runs up behind Metal, grabs him by the legs, and dumps him over the top rope. Metal ends up landing on a table that was set-up before the match and his weight causes him to break right through. Dr. Matt laughs as the ref calls for the bell.

WINNER OF THE SECOND FALL: Dr. Matt

The ref is raising Dr. Matt's arm as Metal sits on the outside, frustrated about what just happened.

Tony Ferrari: The winner of the second fall is, Dr. Matt!

Chase: And Metal's brilliance is cut down by Dr. Matt's cheapness.

Harvey: Well, regardless of how it happened, Johnny, the first person to climb a ladder and grab the CWF Xtreme Championship belt will be the winner of this match!

Metal is pissed, and slowly starts getting to his feet. Dr. Matt, after he gets over his laugh, walks to the ropes. Dr. Matt then launches himself over the top rope and tries to Cross Body Metal, but Metal picks a chair up off the ground and smashes it across Dr. Matt's face mid-air. Dr. Matt hits the ground like a ton of bricks, and a close up reveals that his starting to bleed profusely from his eyebrow. Metal drops the chair and kicks Dr. Matt a few times, before walking over to the entrance ramp and getting another ladder. Now it's Metal with the deranged look in his eye. He folds the ladder up and walks back over to Dr. Matt and just drills him in the head with the ladder. He then lays the ladder so that one end is in the ring and the other end is on the ring barrier. Metal then grabs picks Dr. Matt by the head and picks him up. Blood is dipping down his face. Metal lifts up one side of the ladder and then sandwiches Dr. Matt in between the two halves. Metal then picks a chair up off the ground and smashes it into the ladder, crushing Dr. Matt's skull. Dr. Matt goes limp and slumps to the ground.

Chase: The damage is done Metal, just get in the ring and climb the ladder.

Metal drops the chair, satisfied with the job he's done, before walking to the ring. He rolls in, and the adrenaline is starting to wear off and he can feel the damage to his knee again. He limps over to the ladder lying under all the chairs and slowly sets it up in the middle of the ring, under the belt. Metal climbs the first rung, but then grabs his knee and winces. He slowly continues to try to pull himself up the ladder. Slowly but surely, he climbs his way up. Each step is causing Metal agony. Finally, he gets up high enough that he can get his finger tips on the belt. He pauses, takes a deep breath, then makes the final push up to the top rung of the ladder. He reaches up and tries to grab the belt, but then a chair comes flying out of nowhere and hits Metal on the hand. Metal curses and turns to see Dr. Matt standing outside of the ring picking up another chair. Dr. Matt throws another chair at Metal, this one hitting him in the back, but not with enough force to really hurt him. Metal reaches for the belt again, but this time a chair flies at the belt, causing it to swing out of Metal's reach. Metal is pissed and he turns around to see Dr. Matt sliding into the ring with another chair. Metal tries to climb down the ladder to face him, but Dr. Matt swings at Metal's bad leg with the chair, slamming it into the ladder. Metal cries out in pain as Dr. Matt then hits him square in the back of the chair. Metal slumps onto the ladder. Dr. Matt then starts dragging the ladder, with Metal on it, towards the ropes. When the ladder is by the ropes, Dr. Matt grabs Metal around the waist and pulls him off the ladder, and in one motion, throws Metal over the ropes so that he lands on the ladder that he had propped up outside earlier. Metal lands on his back, wincing in pain. Dr. Matt then doesn't waste time climbing the ladder in the ring.

Harvey: I don't like where this is going!

Dr. Matt gets to the top of the ladder. He looks down at Metal, gives him the finger, then hits a Frog Splash on Metal, causing the Ladder that he was on to break in half! The crowd breaks out with a "This is Awesome" chant as both men are lying on the arena floor, screaming in pain.

Chase: This is ridiculous, Darren! Men this size aren't supposed to do things like we've seen in this match.

Harvey: Clips from this match will be shown for years to come in highlight reels, Johnny.

Both men can barely move. The referee is checking on both of them. Metal is unconscious, while Dr. Matt is holding his chest and in intense amounts of pain. The referee continues to check on Metal's vitals as Dr. Matt slowly gets to his feet. Dr. Matt is holding his ribs and wincing. He shoves the ref checking on Metal out of the way, then grabs Metal's by the legs and starts to drag him. This takes a while because Dr. Matt was very badly hurt. Dr. Matt drags Metal around ringside, then up the entrance ramp. He leaves Metal underneath the third ladder, gives him a kick for good measure, then turns back to the ring. He slowly hobbles his way back down to the ring. He gets to the ring and he tries to use the bottom rope to pull himself in, but he stops and holds his ribs and winces.

Chase: He could very well have broken a rib, Harvey. It could take him forever to climb a ladder.

Harvey: Not to count Metal out, but I think the Doc has all the time he needs. Not only did he break Metal in half with that Frog Splash, but he drug him half way up the ramp. It'll take Metal forever to get back to the ring with that bum legs.

Dr. Matt finally hops up enough he can roll into the ring. He walks over to the ladder and takes his time to reposition it back under the belt. Despite all the time this has taken, the fans are just eating this up. Dr. Matt leans against the ladder, tries to take a deep breath, but winces and holds his rib. Dr. Matt then slowly begins his ascent. Each step takes at least 30 seconds between him pausing to hold his ribs. He finally climbs up to the level of the belt. He wipes the blood out of his eyes, and reaches up to unhook the belt. But then, a huge roar of applause breaks out from the crowd. Dr. Matt turns to see Matt Metal has gotten to his feet, and he's now holding the ladder that Doc left him under. Metal's got that crazed look in his eye again. Doc starts to panic and starts frantically trying to pull the belt down, but Metal has started to walk toward the ring. He's walking with a limp, but adrenaline is helping him ignore it. Metal gets to the ring, slides the ladder in, then slides in himself. Dr. Matt ignores the belt and tries to defend himself. Metal meanwhile picks up the ladder, and then just drives it right into Dr. Matt's side. Dr. Matt falls off the ladder and lands on his feet, only to have Metal drive the ladder into his face. Dr. Matt hits the mat, and Metal sets his ladder up next to the one already under the belt.

Chase: I can't believe it! Metal's back in the match!

Harvey: It's going to take a lot more to keep Metal out.

Chase: A lot more? These two should both be dead!

Metal starts climbing the ladder, but his leg is giving him problems. Metal gets about halfway up before Dr. Matt starts stirring and rolls over to the other ladder. He starts to pull himself up. He starts to climb, and gets partway up as Metal has reached the belt. Metal starts to yank on the belt, but it's not coming loose. The metal ring holding the belt in place starts to bend, but Metal isn't able to free the belt. Dr. Matt finally reaches him and throws a punch at Metal. The two throw punches back and forth, before Metal falls down a step. Dr. Matt reaches up and grabs the belt and pulls. Metal punches Dr. Matt in the ribs. Dr. Matt winces, but keeps a hand on the belt. Metal climbs up and grabs the belt too. The two then start a tug-o-war, trying to pull the belt down and away from each other. The pulling causes the snaps on the belt to come undone, leaving the belt hanging, but not attached to anything. The two pull back and forth, punching each other with their free arms. The two start rocking back and forth on their ladders, all the while the belt could easily fall into each others hands. Finally, they each nail each other with a hook and both let go of the belt. They both fall backwards in opposite directions, their ladders going with them. Both ladders fall over, and Dr. Matt and Matt Metal both go flying out of the ring and to the arena floor.

Harvey: Both men are down!

Chase: And a light breeze could take that belt down. This isn't a fight anymore, Darren; it's a race!

"Let's go Metal" and "Go Doc, Go" chants are filling the arena. The referee goes back and forth checking on both men, which are lying outside of the ring, trying to work up the energy to get back into the ring. After the crowd working itself into an absolute frenzy, Matt Metal is the first to get up, but Dr. Matt is not far behind. Metal is able to roll himself back into the ring and grab a ladder as Doc slowly follows. Metal sets the ladder up and starts climbing one side, but Doc is starting on the opposite side. Matt Metal gets near the top, and his finger tips are just barely missing the belt. Doc manages to catch up. Dr. Matt grabs Metal by the head and slams it into the top of the ladder. Dr. Matt then gets a hand on the belt, but before he can pull, Metal slugs Dr. Matt across the face and jumps at Doc, grabs his head, and tries to give him the Nu Metal off the ladder, but Dr. Matt is able to swat off Metal's hands and throw him down. Metal hits the mat and goes right through the ring!

Chase: HOLY CRAP!

Harvey: He's dead! He's dead! Dr. Matt killed him! By god, get the EMTs here!

Dr. Matt can't even believe what happened. He just stares blankly down the big hole in the canvas, before looking back up to the belt. The EMTs start rushing down to the ring as Dr. Matt looks up, grabs the belt, and pulls it down!

WINNER OF THE THIRD FALL AND THE MATCH: Dr. Matt

Tony Ferrari: And here is your winner, Dr. Matt!

Dr. Matt takes a seat on the top of the ladder and clutches the CWF Xtreme Championship belt. He raises it high in the air, and the fans are on their feet cheering for him. The paramedics are in the ring now, and a few have gone in under the apron. They try to get a stretcher in under the ring, but all of a sudden, they back off. Doc slowly starts climbing down the ladder, and at first a hand appears out of the hole in the ring. The fans give Matt Metal an ovation as he pulls himself back into the ring. Doc stares him down, preparing himself for another fight. Matt Metal slowly pulls himself to his feet. He looks Dr. Matt in the eye. Doc clenches his fist, but then Metal sticks his hand out for a shake. Dr. Matt nods, the two shake hands, then a quick hug before Metal raises Doc's arm! The fans are chanting "Thank You!"

Chase: Two great men, two great careers!

Harvey: Dr. Matt won the match, but it's bittersweet knowing we'll never see these two in the ring again.

Chase: You of all people should know, Darren, that no one ever retires. I'm sure we'll see them again.

Harvey: Even if we don't, Johnny, that was one helluva way to go out!

Metal and Doc continue to celebrate as a ring crew has hit the ring to clean up the wreckage and fix the big hole in the ring.

[President Jeff]

A man stands on by with a microphone in hand. Clearly, he hasn’t been seen in the APW before, and tonight was his first day on the job. The man wears a tie and suite; along with fancy Gucci black rimmed glasses. The man is a well dressed folk, it was clear he had an ego to match, simply by the way he stood in the hall, as if he owned it.

‘’I am awesome!’’ The man delivers to the camera, cracking a sly smile.

Iam-awesome: Hello folks at home. I am awesome, and I have been hired by Jeff, as a new backstage interviewer. Let me tell you that I am elated to work with the APW; and I hope it can live up to MY expectations. Working with the best promotions in the world, you simply haven’t heard of because you aren’t good enough!

Iam cracks a smile, before standing up straight, lowering his glasses.

Iam-awesome: To display to you all just how great I am at my job, I have been given the task of interviewing Level-One. The man who will be wrestling in the main-event tonight. Now, I understand that he may get off bullying others, but I am awesome and I refuse to be a victim! So bring him out he…

The microphone is snatch by Iam, as Level-One lifts it to his face. Iam stands his ground, refusing to be pushed around.

Level-One: I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you better re-evaluate your position around here quick, kid. Tonight isn’t about you. It isn’t about Michael Lively, nor his defacing of my title. Tonight, it’s about taking this company, and lifting it up for the good. It’s about revolutionizing this promotion, and with one fluid swing, I will remove the cancer once and for all, and we can continue to prosper. This is Rasslemania five.

Level-One shoves the microphone to Iam awesome that clenches his teeth. Keeping his cool, he simply does his job, and asks the questions.

Iam-awesome: Being a huge wrestling fan…who has been your biggest influence in the business? I mean, surely you look up to someone. Kenny Lombardo? The church of Kaos? …Trevor Blackwell?

Level-One snatches the microphone out of Iam-awesome’s hand again, directing his attention to the camera.

Level-One: Influences? Fucking influences? Are you kidding me? I need zero motivation by some second party, over-rated, past there prime ‘’stars’’. It’s about time we stop living in the past. It’s about time we start focusing on times like these. Nights like these. I’ve sat around letting people like Lively, strut around calling themselves champion for too long. I have bit my tongue, and fed into the hands. Those hands of time. Biding my time. Fuck that shit. I’m taking that APW title, and I’m turning this ship around.

Iam-awesome senses his time to strike. His time to embarrass Level-One in-front of millions watch at home, with a cocky grin he quizzes him.

Iam-awesome: …Are you trying to say the APW is a ship gone in the wrong direction? Because you know, I would disagree with that. You may think I’m just some interviewer some new…

Level-One suddenly yanks Iams collar pulling him into his face.

Level-One: That’s exactly what I’m saying. You had guys that were only looking out for the well being of themselves, running rampant in here. And when I came in, everyone wanted to run. Cry and take there ball home, because they couldn’t be the shit anymore. See, these past ‘’stars’’ didn’t make me. They didn’t know me, and they couldn’t take my talent as their own doing. In turn their egos fell apart. They found out their stars weren’t shit. And when they tried to prove themselves on a world wide scale…

Level-One shoves Iam awesome off to the side, pulling the camera closer to his face. Rage burns in his eyes, a passionate Level-One, in which could only be expected of Level-One given the circumstances that had surrounded the match.

They tapped out. Gave up. Screamed the words ‘’I quit’’… Isn’t that right Michael Lively?

It’s clear the APW needs to be re-invented. It’s clear the APW needs a new captain, because Michael Lively has damn well nearly sunk our ship. I’m taking the wheel. I’m not turning the ship around to go in the direction of the pass; no, I’m turning the wheel in hopes of going well beyond the limits the APW has been pushed into the past. I’m going to win that title, and I’m going to be a champion the leads, not a champion that sits around staring at his reflection all day, ready to fuck off when the next promotion offers some big cash money deal, or a nice push.

We all want to sit around, bitch piss and moan about the shots none of us seem to be getting. Well, I’m done pissing and moaning. I’m done mentioning the fact I should’ve received this title shot months ago. From this day forward, we break free of our old chains. We are no longer held back, by our own laziness. Our own desire to sit back and take the week off, despite being booked on the damn card. You want to be here in the main-event next year? Dancing in these bright lights, basking in the fame?

You fucking earn it.

Hurricane Jeff can’t break us. Not one of us. He doesn’t hold you back, he sure as hell hasn’t held me back any. I will take this championship from Michael Lively, and I will defend it against all up comers. Let me tell you that you don’t stand a fucking chance on breaking me down when I’m a man on a mission, but shit, the world loves just watching you try.

Michael Lively, hasn’t defaced that title one bit. For tonight, I’ll restore the balance of damage…

…tonight, Lively’s entire world will burn. And you all will watch.

Pissed off…

A force to be reckoned with…

A legend…

Shoving the camera the microphone into the chest of Iam awesome, Level-One storms off camera. The night had just begun, and the end, was already near.

‘’Kill him, kill him, kill him’’ The crowd had chanted

[President Jeff]

Twister exhausted walks around backstage. His destination is unknown; but the look on his face you could tell this night meant something special to him. Twister running his hands through his hair; he suddenly brushes into The Kid’s shoulder catching him off guard.

The Hardcore Kid: Hey, sorry man. I really didn’t see you there.

Twister looks up at The Kid; he nods his head back and forth, keeping a close eye on him.

Twister: Your match is up next, you ready?

The Hardcore Kid cracks a smile.

The Hardcore Kid: I have been waiting to get my hands on Jason Royce for months now. Not only am I going to beat him, but I’m going to tear the roof off this place. I’m going out there tonight to make this a match the entire world will look back and remember. This is Rasslemania five; I cannot let that crowd down.

Twister stares at the kid, nodding his head humbly. He could respect where The Kid was coming from, unfortunately he believed the night was his. You could see it in his eyes; and after pushing Jeff not only to his limits but beyond it—it was clear he was in the zone, and was protect full of such.

Twister: Kid, you know I got respect for you. I mean your young, your brash, and your pretty talented. But did you not just see what I just did out there with Jeff? I had every single person in that crowd off their feet. Forget Level-One and Michael Lively, you just witnessed the main-event.

The Hardcore Kid’s expression looks detoured; almost as if Twister hit him in a soft spot. Twister was growing cocky; sure that he had stolen the show. And how could that be when The Hardcore Kid didn’t even get a chance to show him what he had?

The Hardcore Kid: I’m sure you gave those fans one hell of a show. But I haven’t even been given my chance yet; what makes you believe I cant put on a show. Why can’t I outshine you?

Twister lowers his head; he fights back a friendly smile. Placing his hand on The Hardcore Kid’s shoulder, he simply nods his head humbly.

Twister: You’re just a kid. You’ll go out there, and you’ll put out one hell of a show. You just won’t outshine me. See, guys like me and Jeff…we’ve are veterans in this sport. We have been around, kid. You? You aren’t new enough…

The Hardcore Kid shrugs Twister off, wrapping the next words in quotes.

The Hardcore Kid: ‘’New enough?’’ Now what the hell is that supposed to mean?

Twister shook his head, not wanting to start any problems on what he saw a one hell of a night.

Twister: Look, kid. You go out there and you put on a show that justifies those asses being in those seats to watch you. By the end of the night, this will all make sense to you. I hope to see you around. Good luck, kid.

Twister taps The Hardcore Kid on the shoulder, as he turns around and walks away. The Hardcore Kid runs his hands through his hair, shaking his head back and forth. That wasn’t quite the confidence boost he was looking for; one thing was for sure. The crowd WOULD be off their feet by the end of the night, he had promised himself this much, as he walked the opposite way, he couldn’t wait to jump through those curtains and show the world just what he was capable of.

[President Jeff]

We come back to ringside where the Ring is set up for the Hardcore in Hell match. Tony Ferrari is in the ring ready to announce the wrestlers.

Tony Ferrari: The following match is a Hardcore Hell match! And it is for the APW X-treme championship of the world! Introducing first… from Las, Vegas Nevada, weighing in at 240 pounds! He is the current APW X-treme champion, The Hardcore Kid!

Hardcore Kid' s music hits and the fans cheer. The Kid runs down to the ring, slapping a few fans hands as he makes his way to the ring. Un strapping the APW X-treme championship off his waist, he smacks his head against the trash can for good measure, before rolling under the bottom barbed wire rope. Once in the ring, he lifts the APW X-treme championship in the air, to the applause of the crowd.

Tony Ferrari: Introducing next, from Chicago, Illinois! Weighing in at 222 pounds! He is Jason Royce!

Scars by papa roach blares on the Pa system as Jason Royce comes out through the curtains to a mixed reaction. Jason Royce holds his hands up as an ‘’X’’ when pyro suddenly shoots off and the lights pulsate rapidly, as if the paparazzi were in action at a high up scale after party. Jason Royce suddenly guns it to the ring, hopping up on the apron, before back flipping into the ring, clearing the barbed wire rope. Jason Royce points at The Hardcore Kid, who simply stares at him, before signaling for the championship.

Harvey: Finally, easily one of the most anticipated match on the card. The Hardcore Kid Vs. Jason Royce

Chase: These guys tend to slip under the radar, expect them to really come out and show world what they can do. Although, I really don’t think they could match up to the earlier matches. These two aren’t the main attractions.

Harvey: I don’t know, Chase. These guys could very well steal the show. Let’s get this started.

HARDCORE IN HELL XTREME TITLE MATCH
The Hardcore Kid © VS Jason Royce


The bell rings and the match is underway. The Hardcore Kid and Jason Royce both sit back in their respective corners; eying the deadly situation around him. The shards of barbed wire bounding them within the ring, is the most obvious dangerous factor to the mat. At each corner outside the ring tables await impacts; the bodies of the table coiled up in barbed wire; each one of them attached with a hidden explosive under the table. And outside the ring, thousands upon thousands of thumb tacks had been spread amongst the outside.

Harvey: Each year the elements to the match are improvised!

Chase: Well, with so many definitions and interpretations of the word ‘’hell’’ it only makes sense that the elements switch year upon year. Someone is going to end up dead by the end of this night, I swear to you!

Harvey: These two hate each-other. They’ve been at each-others throats months upon months; I don’t think the either of us can be surprised for what we’ll see here tonight; I just hope my stomach will hold up…

Jason Royce stares at The Hardcore Kid intently. The Hardcore Kid takes his time; slowly making his way to the middle of the ring. Jason Royce with a short fuse, quickly steps up crossing his hands and raising them high in the air; above the Hardcore Kid’s head. Jason Royce lowers his hands as both men stare face to face—eye to eye, holding a crowd of thousands at bay.

Harvey: Think about how much this match means to these two. Whoever wins this can very well throw themselves into a big title picture.

Chase: I don’t know, after a match like this—I can’t imagine not taking a month break from ring action, period. Did you know there were explosions involved this match?

The two men stare at each-other, both uttering words of ‘’encouragement’’ back and forth. The two get heated with each-other, as Jason Royce shoves the Hardcore Kid back. The Hardcore Kid retaliates with a shove of his own. Jason Royce lowers his head, gritting his teeth. Jason Royce swings for the fences but The Hardcore Kid ducks it, and has Royce set up for the Straight to hell! Jason Royce not having any of it in the slightest rocks Kid with an elbow to his cheek, causing the Hardcore Kid to stumble away…and then before he knows it, he’s hoisted up on Jason Royce’s shoulder for the GTS! The Hardcore Kid quickly slips off Jason Royce’s shoulders landing on his feet to safety, the crowd cheers, both men knowing they could’ve ended the other in just a split second.

Harvey: It looks like these men want to finish this match early, both almost locking up their finishing maneuvers there.

Chase: No, Harvey. Kid and Royce both knew they couldn’t end it that quick; it’s all about sending a message, I’m not surprised it was lost on YOU of all people.

Both men lock horns with each-other, as they engage in a tight grapple. Jason Royce manages to seemingly win this battle, as he takes The Hardcore Kid over his hips planting him to the canvas. Jason Royce wrenches the headlock; and the kid begins to squirm on the mat trying to break free. The two struggle on the mat for sometime, before the Kid musters up enough strength to mount himself on a single knee. Furthermore he grabs Jason Royce taking him up in the air for what appears to be a back Suplex, but Jason Royce flipping in the air snaps The Hardcore Kid’s neck against the mat with a inverted DDT!

Receiving a nice pop from the crowd; Jason Royce then taunts The Hardcore Kid who gets to his knees. Jason Royce measures the head of the Hardcore Kid, before unleashing a deadly kick, which the Hardcore Kid quickly ducks. Jason Royce with his back towards Hardcore Kid quickly jumps over a leg sweep, rocking The Kid with a spinning roundhouse kick! The Hardcore Kid falls back over; and begins to roll over to the nearest ropes for refuge.

Harvey: Well neither of these guys have gotten hurt yet. They really need to avoid the barbed wire.

Chase: Avoid the barbed wire? Do you really think that’s what these fans want to see tonight? They suspect someone is going to get maimed tonight, and if they don’t—these people are going to riot. And I for one want NO part of that.

Hardcore Kid is backed into the corner, as Jason Royce approaches. Like a cat ready to scratch his way out; Kid gets a boot up catching Jason Royce directly in his stomach shaking his flow up. Jason Royce seemingly wanting more approaches again, this time only receiving yet another boot. Royce’s face clearly growing frustrated this time takes a running start at The Hardcore Kid, who sacrifices his hands on the sharp barbed wire for elevation. Jason Royce’s impact is stopped as the Hardcore Kid locks Jason Royce in between his legs in a modified head scissors. Using the momentum the Hardcore Kid swings his body, launching Jason Royce with the innovative maneuver!

Jason Royce is shaken and stirred, but it doesn’t keep him down for too long. Jason Royce charges forward with a clothesline but the kid quickly ducks it, causing Jason Royce to just stop just a few inches away from the barbed wire. Jason stares at it finally realizing just how much trouble it’s going to cost him. Jason Royce turns around; and he’s dropped kicked by The Kid, sending Jason Royce’s back into the barbed wire! Jason Royce squints his eyes; as the blades synch into his back, showing no mercy for the skin. Kid pounces on the attack, driving countless right hands into his face!

Harvey: It didn’t take us too long to cut to the chase

Chase: …that was an amazing pun.

The Hardcore Kid slowly backs away; leaving Jason Royce damn near defenseless tied up in the barbed wire ropes. Jason Royce shouts out in agony, as he prepares to rip himself away from the barbed wire the has devoured his back. However before he can suck up the pain, The Hardcore Kid comes rushing forward trying to take Jason’s head off with a clothesline. Jason Royce seeing The Hardcore Kid rushing over; quickly rips himself free from the barbed wire. Lowering a shoulder, he’s able to scoop The Kid over his shoulder, sending him to the outside of the ring! The kid is able to avoid going through the table, but he it simply isn’t enough clearance. The Hardcore Kid’s face bounces off the table, as he slumps to a single knee.

Jason Royce is inside the ring; his back sliced open in various different manners. Even with his back looking like raw meat; he doesn’t seem to bother with the pain for too long. Jason Royce wheels back, and throws his hands in the air; creating a signature ‘’X’’ the crowd gives Jason Royce a mixed reaction, clearly though; they were on The Kid’s side. Jason Royce having no fear what-so-ever, and a stomach full of guts willing to be spilt, charges forward. Jason Royce slips in between the barbed wire ropes; flying through with a flying fist! Jason Royce connects with The Hardcore Kid; sending the Hardcore Kid backs first through the table! The crowd off their feet!

Harvey: What a move by Jason Royce! He just planted The Hardcore Kid through the first table!

Chase: Yeah, and the explosion is coming any minute…

…BAM! Liquid pours everywhere getting into the eyes of both competitors. Jason Royce who is on his feet, begins to wipe his eyes in panic. In the wreckage The Hardcore Kid slowly moves his hand up to his head, slipping down a head ban he wore over his eyes; as he felt the extreme sensations coming on. Jason Royce continues to scratch at his eyes, and begins to stomp around irritably.

Harvey: Well that was quite the surprise! It turns out that the bomb planted under that table was actually a pepper bomb!

Chase: I’ve heard they’ve got all sorts of stuff under those tables. I guess we can all expect some C4!

The Hardcore Kid using his head band as a blind fold to protect him from the chemicals; waits until the explosion dies down, all the while Jason Royce stumbles around blinded by the explosion of the pepper bomb. This gives Jason Royce enough time to pull himself out of the wreckage of the table, and amount the offensive. The Hardcore Kid lines up a knee to Jason Royce’s stomach, before scooping him up for a power-slam, directly upon the out-side, thumb tacked filled apron. Jason Royce squirms around in pain upon impact; The Hardcore Kid showing no emotion for what he sees as a bug.

Jason Royce rolls onto his stomach; as the camera gets a sight of the hundreds of thumbtacks stuck into Jason Royce’s back. The Hardcore Kid wanting to add another element into the match pulls out a steel ladder, before slipping it under the bottom barbed wire rope. Royce sees this, and desperately looks for the advantage before The Hardcore Kid turns his attention to him. Jason Royce extends his hand, scooping up a bunch of loose thumbtacks on the floor. The Hardcore Kid approaches the still down Jason Royce, only for Jason Royce to play possum; throwing the hand full of tacks into the face of The Hardcore Kid; showering the baby face.

Harvey: Jason Royce knew he was in trouble; and got desperate with that one. The Hardcore Kid could lose his eyes with that one. Those are some sharp tacks!

Chase: They stick to you, they stick IN you, and their a bitch to pull out. I think The Hardcore Kid got caught pretty good with this one.

The Hardcore Kid curses in pain; as he puts his hands on the ring apron. The camera moves up to his face; as various thumbtacks have been stuck inside his forehead, a few right under the eyes. This momentarily distracting allows Jason Royce to scramble under the ring, to pull put a barbed wire baseball bat! Jason Royce comes charging forward swinging for the fences but the Hardcore Kid ducks under; causing the bat to break against the ring post. The Hardcore Kid now behind Jason Royce charges forward; but Jason Royce manages to shove the jagged edge straight into the Kid’s stomach!

The Kid’s eyeballs pop out of his head; as his eyes begin to close with pain. Jason Royce like a wild man; begins to push backwards, trying to stab The Hardcore Kid even worse with the jagged end! The end is literally inside of The Hardcore Kid; as Jason Royce continues to push forward. The Hardcore Kid stumbles back countless time; this process continues until their on the bottom center of the ring, by another table. The fans are unsure of what’s going on; as Jason Royce holds The Hardcore up against the barrier; still thrusting the piece of wood into his side.

Harvey: Oh my god! Jason Royce is trying to KILL the hardcore kid!

Chase: I think he’s about to pass out. The Hardcore Kid is bleeding very bad right now, and Jason Royce has lost his mind. He isn’t about to let up.

Jason Royce clenches his teeth; fire and fiery shooting though his eyes. The Hardcore Kid’s blood begins to run down his hand, spilling from The Hardcore Kids abdomen, all the while Jason Royce seemingly enjoys watching The Hardcore Kid slowly fade away. The Hardcore Kid, not quite out fires off a few shots to the face of Jason Royce. This causes Jason Royce to let go. Jason Royce charges forward, but in a last ditch effort, The Hardcore Kid folds it up, tripping Jason Royce in the process slamming his face against the ring barrier, nearly knocking him out in the process.

The Hardcore Kid slowly crawls his way from Royce. After a few moments; the Hardcore Kid is standing up, looking at the piece of wood sticking out of his abdomen. The Hardcore Kid tries to pull out, until he finally realizes he could very well kill himself doing so. The Hardcore Kid fights the pain, not wanting to give Jason Royce the satisfaction of knowing he’s hurt. The Hardcore Kid, slowly climbs up onto the ring apron, half way falling through the barbed wire ropes.

Harvey: This is absolutely insane. Neither man has even went for a pin-fall yet, can you believe this?

Chase: I don’t know, but with an environment like this something tells me this match is only going to get a lot more deadlier!

Jason Royce slowly pulls himself to his feet with the assistance of the barricade responsible for his wounds to begin with. The Hardcore Kid slowly rises to his feet inside the ring, rising his hand in the air trying to mount the support from the crowd. The crowd starts a Hardcore Kid chant; which The Kid even in his injured state is picked up in spirits from. The Hardcore Kid runs forward; gripping the barbed wire ropes, he sends himself through the air with a flipping senton!

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JASON ROYCE HITS THE ICEBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE! The Hardcore Kid landing back first into the wrecked table. A smoke screen emits from the wreckage; hiding the two men behind it. The fans are hopping out of their seats, with an APW chant. The smoke swirls around the wreckage, leaving an unknown air between the two men. The referee springs over to the action, trying to see through the smoke, but it takes sometime.

Harvey: Jason Royce just hit the Ice bomb through the table. He’s probably broken The kid in half.

The ref finally sees a pin…


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The kid kicks out!

Harvey: Oh my god, The Kid was able to kick out of the Ice bomb even while being put through that able. That is amazing!

Chase: Jason Royce had The Kid down for like a minute! That stupid smoke screen just screwed Royce out of the win. Who thought that one up!?

Jason Royce rolls out onto his back, as the smoke slowly disappears. The Hardcore Kid isn’t moving at all. Jason Royce slowly pull himself to his feet; finally emerging from the wreckage table, and thumbtacks. Jason Royce his back torn and tattered; his face bruised by the ring barrier keeping the dangerous men out, or at least attempting to. Jason Royce rolls himself under the bottom barbed wire rope, entering the ring.

Jason Royce rises to his feet. Jason looks up, seeing a package of C4 hanging above him, along with a grenade shrapnel. Jason Royce points up to the bombs above him before uttering the words ‘’I am going to blow the Kid up’’ The Kid begins to stir outside the ring, while Jason Royce grabs hold of the ladder setting it up in the middle of the ring; before Jason Royce can set it up, he’s distracted by The Kid who has re-entered the ring.

Harvey: Did I just see Jason Royce threaten the Kid by claiming to blow him up? Why the hell is there a package of C4 up there anyways?

Chase: Why do you ask so many questions? After seeing what these guys have done to each-other already, explosions really can’t make this any more brutal.

Jason Royce immediately goes out onto the attack on The Kid, stomping on his back, trying to break him down before he even gains the opportunity to mount an offense. However The Hardcore Kid flowing off a new wind of adrenaline doesn’t even buy a single shot that Jason Royce is selling. The Kid is to his feet, as Jason unloads a kick combination. A shot to the knees, and a shot to the ribs, but upon a round house to the face The Kid ducks it. Grabbing Jason Royce’s legs, he trips him to the mat, and than locks in a Sharp-Shooter, after a solid amount of resistance by Royce!

The Hardcore Kid wrenches the hold with ferocity, wrenching back on the hold just to make sure he breaks Royce in half. Jason Royce claws and scrapes, to what is a set of barbed wire ropes. Surely, damaged is caused either way. Jason Royce reaches out, and grabs the barbed wire ropes, slicing his taped hands open in the process. The Kid re-positions himself, ripping Jason’s Royce hands right off of the barbed wire!

Harvey: I don’t know if submissions count; but he’s locked in a sharp shooter.

Chase: As far as I know, this is all coshure. I mean, you can’t force a guy to compete if he’s had enough. Jason Royce better not tap out here!

Jason Royce’s face is painted over with colors of agony, as he knows he’s not even in the slightest close to the ropes. He sticks out his hand, but it’s bloodied and cut, he can’t take anymore. He claws, he scratches, he runs his bloody hands through his jet black hair, just wanting the pain to stop, but The Hardcore Kid wants none of that. Jason Royce’s face is now painted over with rage, anger, and frustration. Seemingly these changes of events give Jason enough power to turn himself onto his back, even against The Hardcore kid’s best wishes.

Jason Royce shoves The Hardcore Kid back into the turn-buckle. The Hardcore Kid feels his back hit something hard, as he clenches his teeth bracing himself for the pain. Jason Royce stumbles to his feet; as The Hardcore Kid collapse to a single knee, waiting for Jason Royce to turn around. Jason Royce does, and The Kid sets up for the Straight to hell! However Jason Royce musters up enough strength, to smash his elbow across the face of The Hardcore Kid. Jason Royce grabs the hand of The Hardcore Kid, immediately picking him up for the GTS…AND HITS IT! The Hardcore Kid falls to the mat, his eyes rolled back into his head, as Jason Royce topples over to his side, getting a single arm over The Kid.

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The kid musters up enough strength to kick out at the last second!

Harvey: Oh my god! The Hardcore Kid does it again! He’s kicked out again!

Chase: Jesus Christ. What has gotten into this guy?

Jason Royce can’t believe it, as he nearly cries out in frustration. Exhausted, beaten, and tired, he simply bangs on the ring, wanting to end it right there. Jason Royce pulls himself to his feet, with his hands on his hips he stares at The Hardcore Kid who is barely moving. Jason Royce, is boiling up as the crowd watches.

…Jason Royce extends a hand.

Harvey: What the hell? What the hell is Jason Royce doing? I thought he just wanted to kill The Kid?

Chase: Maybe Royce has a new found respect for The Kid? Look at the match these two are putting on, amazing!

The Hardcore Kid reaches up grabbing Jason Royce’s hand. Suddenly, Jason Royce violently thrusts The Hardcore Kid back to his feet, hoisting him onto his shoulders for yet another GTS! This time however; The Kid slips out landing on his feet. The Kid suddenly charges forward, catching Jason Royce with a spear, however Jason Royce’ doesn’t fold over, as The Hardcore Kid continues to shove him backwards like a raging bull. The two men slip under the ladder; and towards the barbed wire ropes….

WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK!

Chase: Holy Crap! The Hardcore Kid has just speared Jason Royce into the barbed wire ropes, and look at the those fucking ropes!

The entire rope support holding the two men, broke under the pressure. The Hardcore Kid had speared Jason Royce taking him right into the wooden table, as displayed a few times on replay. Upon impact; fire works, and streamers shoot out! Sending the entire crowd into a frenzy!

APW, APW, APW

Harvey: This is absolutely mind numbing. Who would have thought you’d see something by these two? These guys have stepped their game up tonight!

Chase: You put two men that hate each-other this much in the same ring together? And you’ll have show stealer.

Both men lay in the wreckage, in between a broken table, twisted barbed wire, thumbtacks, and streamers. The Hardcore seeing his chance, hooks the leg.

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Jason Royce gets a shoulder up!

Harvey: Neither men here giving a damn inch. What’s it going to take to put the other away?

Chase: Well, when you have two guys beating up each-other, and setting houses on fire—it’s no damn surprise that each men will push the other to limit, even if it means killing themselves in the process!

The Hardcore Kid slowly pulls himself out of the wreckage, as does Jason Royce. After a few minutes past both get to a vertical base; and both stare each-other eye to eye. The Hardcore Kid rises a hand in the air; as does Jason Royce. They both reach out touching each-other’s fist, they know what’s next. The Hardcore Kid reaches down pulling a long piece of barbed wire. Jason Royce rummages through the mess pulling himself out a piece of his own, as both men being to wrap it around their fists.

Harvey: What the hell is going on here? Are these two literally going to scrap it out like cat and dog?

Chase: I don’t know. I wasn’t aware that either of these guys have a past in boxing, but they’re sure as hell going to the 12 round!

Jason Royce and The Hardcore kid both pull themselves under the bottom rope and into the ring. Both rising to their feet, and they both slowly slump their way to the middle of the ring. The crowd is off their feet with ‘’Rasslemania’’ chants. Jason Royce and The Hardcore kid line up in the middle of the ring, wielding the most dangerous fists you could imagine.

Jason Royce takes his form; as he waits for The Hardcore Kid to move in. The Hardcore Kid still scraping at his abdomen fights off the pain, as he takes a very low conservative form. The Hardcore kid beings to circle Jason Royce, before catching with a few quick punches to the lower body area, slicing Royce open in the process. This seems to frustrate Jason Royce, who swings a wild hang-maker, with The Kid easily ducks under, and the crowd cheers.

Harvey: This is absolutely amazing. These two are going to put boxing back on the map with this one.

Chase: Boxing? This is good for the professionalism of sports period. Man, this has been quite the match up here tonight.

The Kid seemingly dodges circles around Jason Royce; catching him with punches to his chest and stomach, seemingly opening him up for a nice jab—cutting Jason Royce across the cheek. Panic grows on the face of Royce as he knows he’s in trouble, trying to go pound for pound with the quicker man. The Hardcore Kid moves in, but Jason Royce no longer wanting to box, cuts The Hardcore Kid’s offense off with a snap kick to the back of the legs, dropping The Kid. Jason Royce then unleashed a heavy blow to the head of the kid, sending him toppling over on his back. A big gash in his forehead.

Harvey: Come on that was cheap! This could’ve been a highlight!

Jason Royce stands over The Hardcore Kid mocking him by throwing his hands in the face of The Kid shouting the words ‘’I fucking knocked you out’’ Jason Royce drops down over the chest of the Hardcore Kid, and unleashes a series of punches to the face of The Hardcore Kid, blooding the X-Treme champion in the process. The crowd boos intensify after each punch. 1…2….3….4….5….6! With The Hardcore Kid now lifeless, Jason Royce hooks the leg.

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The kid kicks out! The fans are off their feet.

Chase: Are you kidding me? Is this a joke? Damn it, this has to be a joke. The kid was just out cold for god sakes!

Harvey: The Kid is running off emotion. Jason Royce isn’t happy in the slightest.

Jason Royce looks up the referee, damn near sick to his stomach. Jason Royce pleads with the Ref, tells him to end it right there, but the ref has none of it. Jason Royce removes the barbed wire from his fists, as he curses and kicks up quite the storm. Jason Royce is enraged with anger. Jason Royce points to the top of the ladder telling the fans once again that he’s going to ‘’Blow the Kid the fuck up’’

Jason Royce slowly but surely climbs up the ladder, and begins to reach for the explosives hanging high above the ring. The Hardcore Kid with a crimson mask, pulls himself to his feet with the help off the ropes. Tugging with the turn-buckle pad; a satchel hidden within the turn-buckle falls out. The Hardcore Kid tosses it under Jason Royce’s ladder, before searching out in a lower turn-buckle pad. This time, the Hardcore Kid’s eyes pop out when he finds detonator to match.

Harvey: The Hardcore Kid has just found a satchel and detonator! What the hell was that doing here?

Chase: What the hell? Is this match sponsored by war world two or something? This is insane!

The Hardcore kid tucks the detonator in his tights, and slowly begins to make his way up the ladder. Jason Royce is fiddling with the explosives; as the shrapnel grenade falls down to the ring, causing it to explode. Shards of metal fly everywhere even into the crowd! A lucky fan celebrating his wound, as he’s sliced across the arm! With the way he was sporting it, it’s quite obvious he wasn’t pressing any charges. The Hardcore Kid couldn’t seem to catch a break either, a large piece of metal sticks in his legs. This makes climbing up that ladder ten times harder.

Jason Royce is distracted by The Hardcore Kid who slowly but surely made his way up to the top of the ladder, gritting his teeth in a great deal of pain. Jason Royce smashes The Kids head off the top rung of the ladder, causing The Kid to go limp. Jason Royce reaches into his tights, pulling out a match. With the rub of his boot, he sets it a light holding it above his head.

Harvey: What the hell is Jason Royce doing? He’s holding a lit match right to the C4 above his head!

Chase: Oh my god, that crowd isn’t looking to safe! President’s Jeff’s insurance rates are going to be through the goddamn roof!

Jason Royce smiles; as he tosses the match into the air; immediately ducking. The C4 explosion erupts above his head, sending sparks and fire everywhere! The crowd is off their feet, seemingly they avoided the mass spark age! However the last remaining wooden table, had been set a light, as it had been doused in gasoline, making the sparks that much more attractive.

Harvey: Two men on top of a ladder. With a burning table just inches in-front of our faces. This…uh…doesn’t look great.

Chase: We have the best seats in the house, you fool. EMTS, get ready, someone is going to die!!!

Jason Royce and The Hardcore Kid begin to trade blows on the top of the ladder, as it teeters back and forth. Each men trying to knock the other one off the ladder. The crowd has clearly chosen their sides. With each punch the kid throws, the crowd cheers, with each punch Jason Royce throws, the crowd boos. Shot after shot; boos and cheers are heard. Jason Royce catches three in a row; and The Hardcore Kid battles back with three of his own!

Harvey: Whoever falls is going to be very, very, hurt! I’ll tell you that much!

The two warriors go head to head, as finally one man emerges gaining the clear advantage. Jason Royce finally comes out the better of the two, and leans over scooping The Hardcore Kid up onto his shoulders, for the GTS! The crowd are on their feet, building with suspense. However The Hardcore Kid vowing not to go down this way, begins to rock Jason Royce in his cheek yet again, breaking of the death maneuver.

The Hardcore Kid seeing his one and only chance; reaches into his pocket pulling out the detonator. Jason Royce sees this, and immediately goes for The Hardcore Kid’s hand sensing a great deal of trouble. Jason Royce manages to grab the detonator from the hand of The Hardcore Kid, but The Kid has locked up The Straight to hell up high on the top of the ladder. Jason Royce sensing trouble sticks out his hand, threatening to drop the detonator.

‘’I’ll blow us both the fuck up’’ Jason Royce threatens.

Harvey: Oh my god! The kid has the straight to hell locked in, but that satchel is placed right under that ladder, and Jason Royce holds the detonator.

Chase: Either way, someone is about to die! EMTS! Where the hell are you people?

The Hardcore Kid utters the words ‘’I’m taking you to the’’ Jason Royce grits his teeth, and presses the button. The ladder explodes from the bottom; sending the ladder high in the air. The Hardcore Kid has jumped off the ladder for the Straight to hell taking Jason Royce with him! The two twist and turn in the air; and both collide into the burning, wooden, barbed wire table! STRAIGHT TO HELL THROUGH THE TABLE Pieces of the ladder flies dissembled all over the ring, in various direction. The top rung in the ring, lit on flames, and continues to burn in the ring.

‘’HOLY FUCK, HOLY FUCK, HOLY FUCK!’’

Harvey: STRAIGHT TO THE HELL THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE!

Chase: Jesus Christ; I was hit by a piece of the ladder. I need ice!

Lying in the wreckage, the Hardcore Kid smiles rolling onto his stomach, getting a single arm over Jason Royce.

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Winner and STILL APW X-treme champion, The Hardcore Kid!

The Hardcore Kid is handed his title; but he doesn’t even move, neither does Royce. The EMTS come rushing down to the ring, and quickly load both men up onto stretchers as the crowd stars a ‘’Thank you APW’’ chant.

Chase: These two have just put their bodies on the line just to settle their hate for each-other.

Harvey: I’m sure Twister took notice of this one. These two has just stolen the show, amazing. What a way to end the chapter.

Jason Royce is wheeled up first, and taken backstage. The Hardcore Kid is wheeled up second, and before he leaves, he raises the X-treme championship high in the air, as the crowd gives The kid a huge pop. It was more than just a trash-can lid for these two men.

[President Jeff]

As the ring is getting cleaned up from the Hardcore in Hell match

Overdrive General Manager, Max Carter walks out in a tux and a microphone in hand. He stays on the stage as his music cuts out.

Max: What a Night this has been. I have never in my life been part of an event like this.

The fans cheer

Max: Tonight, history will be made. Tonight, memories will last forever. Tonight, we recognize Three wrestlers who’s changed the business for the best. Who’s brought excitement to everyone here. Three men who are respected and love. Three men who for many years, sacrificed everything to entertain the fans. Tonight, we induct 3 men into the APW Hall of Fame. An Honor well deserved.

Matt Metal walks out, still in his ring gear from earlier tonight. Sweat all over his body and Metal waves to the fans and the fans stand giving him a standing ovation. After about a minute of this.

Razor Ryan walks out in a Tux, he wave to the fans and they give him a standing Ovation, then the final video plays

Alternativ walks out also wearing a suit as the hometown boy waves to the crowd and the fans gives him a standing Ovation.


Max: Ladies and Gentilman, Matt Metal, Razor Ryan, and Alternativ, your APW Hall of Fame Class of 2009!

The fans continue to cheer and then they start a chant.

Crowd: THANK YOU LEGENDS! THANK YOU LEGENDS! THANK YOU LEGENDS

We then cut to A promo, recapping how the next match came about, The Overdrive title match between Shadow and John Green

[President Jeff]

Harvey: Seeing Alternativ, Matt Metal and Razor Ryan inducted into the APW Hall of Fame is one the high lights of the night for me.

Chase: Those guys did a lot for this business. So Thank you to those guys

Harvey: Tony Ferrari is in the ring

Tony: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and its for the APW OVERDRIVE CHAMPIONSHIP!

"King Nothing" by Metallica blasts through the P.A. system and the crowd hits their feet as they await for The Retribution Killer. As the heavy metal guitar solo comes to an end out comes John comes out wearing his normal wrestling attire with his "The Retribution Killer" shirt on. He smiles as he stands in front of the entrance ramp and does his trademarked "Retribution" pose and sparks and fireworks shoot into the air immediately.

Tony: Introducing first, from Atlanta Georgia, weighing in at 265 pounds, JOHN GREEN!

John walks down the ramp with a smile on his face as he slaps some of the hands of fans as he walks past them. Before entering the ring he stops in front of the squared circle looking into the ring and lets out a grin before sliding into the ring and standing in the middle of it. Green closes his eyes and takes a huge breath before running to the ropes and shaking the top one forcefully. He then lets out a monstrous roar and beats his chest. He walks to the turnbuckle and climbs them to the second rope and points to himself and then once again does his trademarked "Retribution" pose. John hops off and takes off his shirt and throws it into the crowd. His music fades out as he awaits for his opponent.

Tony: And his opponent

“Never Gonna Stop Me” by Rob Zombie hit’s the PA and out walks The Shadow with The Overdrive title around his waist.

Tony: Making his way to the ring, from Dallas Texas. Weighing in at 295 pounds, he is the APW OVERDRIVE CHAMPION, THE SHADOW!

Shadow makes his way down to the ring

Chase: In only his third match here in APW, he’s defending the Overdrive title against John Green.

Harvey: And Green is looking to have a better Rasslemania Moment than last year’s Rasslemania.

Shadow gets into the ring and poses for the fans before handing the ref the belt so this match can get going.

OVERDRIVE TITLE MATCH
Shadow© VS John Green

The bell rings and the fans then all stand up. Then The Shadow and Green back off and start talking trash to each other.

Harvey: Well here it is. Its go time between these two!

Chase: Man what a show, and now we have this match for the Overdrive Title

Green and The Shadow talks some more trash and then the two get face to face. The two then lock up in the center of the ring and Green slides behind The Shadow and then picks him up and slam him to the ground and locks in the belly to back hold. Green then slides round into a front face headlock. Green then slides round into a side headlock. The Shadow then counters by sliding to his knees and then pushing an arm into the headlock and slides Green's arm back into a hammer lock. Green then spins round taken The Shadow's arm into a hammer lock. Green then releases it and drops to his knees, then tripping The Shadow and diving on into another headlock. Green then lays flat and vertical to The Shadow with the headlock in. The Shadow then forward flips and puts Green into a headlock. Green then gets up and pushes The Shadow off the ropes and hits him with a hard shoulder block. Green then runs off the ropes and The Shadow jumps over Green and as Green comes off the ropes The Shadow hit’s a hip toss. Green gets up again and The Shadow hits another hip toss on Green. The Shadow goes for a third hip toss but Green catches it and spins The Shadow's arm up into a arm drag. The Shadow then rolls forward out of the move and puts in a arm bar of his own on Green. Green then goes down to a knee and then catches Shadows leg and trips him. Green then jumps on The Shadow and then puts another side headlock in on The Shadow. The Shadow then pushes Green off and then the two break up and stare at one another in a stand off.

Harvey: Wow, that was one of the best examples of holds and counter holds ever.

Chase: Some nice pure wrestling right there.

The Shadow and Green then get face to face again and the fans get up and start chanting 'lets go Shadow" and Green slaps The Shadow. The Shadow goes to swing for Green but Green gets a kick go the gut in on The Shadow. Green whips The Shadow into the ropes and kicks him. The Shadows bent over. Green bounces off the ropes and hits a spinning neck breaker and hooks the leg
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The Shadow tries to get up and Green is kicking him. The Shadow gets to his feet and Green pushes him in the corner. Green punches and kicks The Shadow. Green picks The Shadow up and sits him on the top rope. Green goes to climb up, but The Shadow punches Green. The Shadow hooks Greens head for a tornado DDT. The Shadow jumps off the top rope and Green throws The Shadow off. The Shadow lands on his feet and Green hit a running clothesline, knocking The Shadow to the mat. Green goes down to one knee, grabs The Shadow head and starts punching him. Green picks The Shadow up and throws him into the ropes. The Shadow grabs the top rope, stops himself from running and slides under the bottom rope. The Shadow looks into the ring and Green hits him with a baseball slide. The Shadow falls to the ground and gets up. Green jumps over the top rope, hitting a cross body. Green grabs The Shadow by the head and throws him into the ring steps. Green then rolls The Shadow back into the ring. Green also rolls into the ring and picks The Shadow up and throws him into the corner. Green walks over to The Shadow and The Shadow kicks him in the stomach. The Shadow punches Green a few times in the head and then picks Green up and drops him with a back breaker. The Shadow holds his ribs and Green then slides being The Shadow and hits another belly to back take down. Green then gets up and bounces of the ropes and hits an elbow drop onto his ribs. The Shadow holds his chest and Green bounces off the ropes again and hits another elbow drop. Green then waits for The Shadow to get up and Green then whips him off the ropes and picks The Shadow up and hit’s a backbreaker on The Shadow. Green then gets up and goes for a cover.
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Green then picks up The Shadow and lifts him up and gives him a rib breaker. The Shadow screams out in pain and Green whips his hair back from his face and stares down at The Shadow. Green then lifts up The Shadow and gives him a knee to the stomach. The Shadow holds is ribs and Green picks him up and whips him hard into the turnbuckle. The Shadow lands ribs first and Green turns him around and starts to thrust his shoulder into The Shadow's ribs as he is trapped.

Chase: The Shadows in Trouble now!

Harvey: Yeah, Green looks unstoppable tonight.

Chase: And good news for Green, he’s already lasted longer this year at Rasslemania than last year.

Green then slides out of the ring and trips The Shadow again. Green then gets on the ring apron and flips himself over and lands feet first on The Shadow's back. The Shadow lets out a hold of complete pain! Green then gets up and picks up The Shadow and then holds him in the fall-away slam position. Green then drops The Shadow onto his knee crushing his ribs. Green then lifts The Shadow back up and hit’s him with a body slam. Green goes for a cover
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Green then goes for another body slam but The Shadow counters with a small package

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The Shadow then uses the ropes to get to his feet while Green charges at him, however The Shadow gets a drop-toe hold into and Green goes crashing into the 2nd turnbuckle. The Shadow picks Green up and whips him into the other turnbuckle. The Shadow runs towards Green and Green hits a Spine buster.
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Green picks The Shadow up, gets behind him and hits a German Suplex. Green keeps his hands hooked and hits another one, and then another. Green goes for a forth one, but Green still has his hands locked around The Shadow waist and The Shadow starts throwing his right elbow back and connecting Green in the jaw. Green lets go of The Shadow and The Shadow turns around and starts driving his shoulder into The Shadow Stomach. He does it 3 times and then climbs up to the second turnbuckle and starts punching Green in the head and the fans count along. 1…..2…3….4…5….6….7….8….9… The Shadow does a pose and the fans pop, and then hits his last punch. 10. The Shadow jumps down and Green starts to stumble towards The Shadow. The Shadow kicks him and then picks Green up for a Piled river and Drops Green right on his head. The Shadow however stays out with his hurt rubs

Chase: Right there, that should be 3, but The Shadow has those bad ribs.

Harvey: These fans are crazy, they are behind both men?

The Shadow hold’s his ribs, but then gets up, Green is not moving on inch. The Shadow then slowly goes for a cover
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Harvey: Will The Shadow Submit here?

Chase: Green has dominated The Shadow in this match so far, everything The Shadow has hit, Green has countered.

The Shadow reaches for the ropes but can't get there. Green then leans back so more and The Shadow holds his hand out ready to tap, but then he slams it on the mat and lets our a primal roar and actually pushes Green of his back and breaks the sharpshooter. The Shadow then gets up and Green kicks him in the gut. Green then goes for a suplex and holds The Shadow up in the air, but instead he takes him to the turnbuckle and drops him on it. Green then climbs up to the top rope and hit’s a huge superplex of the top rope! Green then gets a cover
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Chase: Green just hit The Shadow with one of The Shadow own moves!"

Harvey: I don’t know how The Shadows still going

Green cannot believe it. He then signal for another big move. Green then waits for The Shadow to get up and sets him up for the Head Splitter, but The Shadow back drops Green. Greens gets up and as Green runs at him. The Shadow kicks Green and gives Green A Sit down Powerbomb The Shadow fans are going crazy for The Shadow and the Green Fans are booing him as The Shadow crawls over for a cover
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Chase: What an unlucky call for The Shadow, that was so close….

Harvey: …But Green had the ring presence to get the ropes and therefore stays in the match!

The Shadow then picks up Green and goes for a Spine buster but Green gets an elbow to The Shadow's head and then goes to close line him but The Shadow ducks and Green hit’s the ref taking him out. Green then turns around after shaking the ref and is met with a huge Spine buster! The Shadow then flips up and signals for the top rope. The Shadow then gets up and climbs the top rope and taunts to the fans and dives off the top rope and hit’s the Elbow Drop! The fans go nuts and The Shadow gets a cover, but the ref is still dazed. The Shadow then looks up and another ref runs in and The Shadow holds in a tighter cover as the new ref counts along with all the fans inside the area
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Chase: I don't believe it!

Harvey: What a match we have!

Chase: This is what Rasslemania is all about folks

The Shadow gets up and is in disbelief! He cannot believe what just happened! The Shadow slowly gets to his feet and picks up Green and but Green kicks The Shadow in his ribs and then gets a Rock Bottom in. the ref makes the count as the fans go insane
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Winner and Still APW Overdrive Champion: The Shadow

Shadow gets up and the ref is quick to hand him the Overdrive title. Shadow climbs the top rope and raises the title in the air.

Chase: A great match this was.

Harvey: We saw a different John Green here tonight. He showed that he wanted to erase last years Rasslemania outing, and even though he lost, he did it.

Chase: One little mistake by Green cost him the match, but there is no doubt that John Green is a force to be reckoned with.

Harvey: And The Shadow is on a roll here in APW. 3 wins and the Overdrive title over his shoulder.

The Shadow continues to celebrate as the scene goes to a Lively Vs Level One banner

Chase: Up next, The Main Event for the APW World Title. Michael Lively takes on Level One!

We go to the hype video for the match

[President Jeff]

We shoot to a video. The words ‘’Rasslemania five’’ are spread across the screen. The words fade out to President Jeff seated on a small chair in what appears to be an empty room. President Jeff leans over stroking his chin, he stares at the camera intently; the emotion telling a story of passion within his eyes.

‘’What does the APW mean to me? ‘’

The scene cuts to Streets Wilson; in a beat up neighborhood. Leaning against a brick wall a squad car flies by on the road in-front of him the sirens blaring through the city block. Streets cracks a smile folding his arms against his chest.

‘’An outlet. I can turn to that ring, knowing that in between the ropes, my aggression is not only welcomed but encouraged…’’

The film jump cuts to John Green running on a treadmill in preparation for his match.

‘’A chance to become somebody, not just anybody. The chance to be the top dog, the best…a legend’’

Scene switches to Jason Royce; in a backstage interviewer. Laughing and joking, the question had hit him out of nowhere.

‘’I am a legend’’

Twister is seen leaning over the ropes in the next shot.

‘’This is a way of life. I can’t imagine myself doing anything else. The adrenaline high, it’s something that keeps you coming back. I can’t imagine…’’

We got a close up of Dr. Matt lowering his head.

‘’…Leaving for good’’

We jump-cut to Level-One seated on a staircase.

‘’So the next time you ask me…’’

Shot of Link; bleeding from his forehead, reaching over grabbing the camera.

‘’About the APW…’’

Shadow holds the Overdrive title; as he walks up the ramp.

‘’Remember this face…’’

Michael Lively, simply stares into the lens of the camera; palm facing it.

‘’…You’ll never see one like this again’’

The camera fades back into President Jeff; leaning into the camera, with a proud smile on his face.

‘’Nothing I could say, hasn’t been said. This is our playground. This is the A-P-W’’

-Fade to black-

The camera goes backstage and you hear boo’s from inside the arena as you see Michael Lively standing next to Cindy Shannon, staring up at the promo video that had just played. Lively has both the APW World Title over his shoulder, as well as the IWC Insane Title.

Cindy: Michael, you are just a few minutes away from defending the APW World Title against Level One. Any last minute comments before your match tonight

Lively looks at Cindy as she brings the Microphone up to Michael’s mouth. The White Lion looks at Cindy and then walks away, leaving Cindy confused as we go back to the ring for the main event

[President Jeff]

Chase: So here we are folks, The Main Event of the Night.

Harvey: Its Sad that this event is almost to an end.

Chase: Indeed. But we can expect a great match here in a few minutes.

Harvey: Michael Lively, defends against Level One. Not only are these two going to tare each other apart, but their gonna tare the roof off this building

Chase: Tony is in the ring


The camera’s focus on Tony Ferrari


Tony: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING AND IT IS FOR THE APW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

Tony Ferrari: From Toronto Ontario Canada, weighing in at 276 pounds! He is LEVEL-ONE!

Put you on game by Lupe Fiasco pounds the PA systems; as the fans break into a split reaction. Clearly, while there not with Michael Lively, they still hold disdain for the resident bad ass. The fans direct their attention to the ramp; but nobody appears.

Harvey: Where’s Level-One, Chase? You don’t think he got the last minute jitters do you?

Chase: Very funny. How about I tell Level-One that, and he can put you through your own announce table? No? Alright then, now that’s what I thought! Besides, he’s right up there!

The camera focuses up to Level-One on a large scaffold; which is slowly but surely making it’s way to the canvas. On top of the scaffold; hardcore weapons are spread amongst the platform. Flying chairs, kendo sticks, garbage can lids, and stop signs are all tossed into the crowd with-out a care; which gives Level-One a decent pop; a cheer nobody including himself was used too.

Harvey: Well, this is an interesting entrance. Do you think Level-One is trying to send a message here?

Chase: I think it has something to do with it. That federation Lively had betrayed us for; is into that non-sense!

By the time the platform is cleared off; it has touched base with the ring. Level-One holds a kendo stick, snapping it over his head, before tossing it over the ropes as if it was nothing. The platform, is lifted back up, as Level-One climbs up the turn-buckle raising a single arm in the air. The crowd spans out; and various people who had received their signature weapon, has set it on fire. Security scrambles with a man, who dangerously wields a flaming barbed wire bat.

Chase: Well, Level-One has sure as hell got the crowd into this match before it even started.

Harvey: I don't like this guy, not one bit. But if the crowd can somewhat respect him, I guess I can too.


Tony: And his opponent

The lights are dim, and the stage flickers with blue strobbing lights to the beat. Snow flakes begins to fall all through the arena, and the walkway is filled with smoke. The strobing light beat to the music, and then as the lights flicker again the figure of a hooded figure can be seen. The I am JESUS pose is given then the hood is flipped back reveling Michael Lively as blue sparks shoot up from the floor behind him.

Tony: Making his way to the ring. From Ft. Lauderdale Florida. Weighing in at 225 pounds. He is the current, reigning and defending APW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. HE IS THE WHITE LION, MICHAEL LIVELY

Lively then begins to walk the ramp to the music, With the APW World Title and the IWC Insane title in his hands. Lively rolls into the ring, walks to the ropes in between two ring posts, climbs the second, leaning against the top, holding his title in the air, as snow falls around him, and the ring glows blue. Lively drops down strike the pose again embracing the overwhelming boo's from the crowd.

Chase: This match is going to be one for the ages.

Lively leans in the corner and the ref walks over to take the titles from him. Lively goes to hand the ref the APW World Title and just drops it at the ref’s feet and the crowd boo’s.

Harvey: Now that’s just being disrespectful.

Lively puts the IWC title right into the Ref’s hands. The ref quickly picked up the APW title and hands it to the time Keeper and signals for the bell.

APW WORLD TITLE MATCH
Michael Lively © Vs Level One

The two wrestlers walk to the middle of the ring, face to face and the crowd begins cheering and then in one motion, Lively slaps Level One across the face. Lively laughs but quickly has the smirk wiped off as Level One slaps him back twice as hard and then takes Lively down with a Double leg take down and starts laying in the punches!

Chase: This is what we want to see

With Level One punching Lively, Lively manages to squirms to the ropes and grabs the bottom rope. The ref gets Level One off, but Level One shoves the ref out of the way, grabs Lively’s legs and with Lively still holding onto the ropes, Level One pulls Lively off and Lively goes up in the air and lands hard on the mat.

Harvey: There’s no running from Level One tonight

Level One pulls Lively up and starts punching him in the head and brings Lively to the corner. Level One puts Lively’s arms over the ropes and then pulls back and chops Lively as hard as he can.

Chase: Ouch.

Level One chops Lively more time and then throws Lively into the opposite corner. Level One throws him with all his power and Lively flips upside down in the corner and lands on the outside ring apron. With Lively Stumbling around, Level One runs off the ropes and comes back and gives Lively a big boot to the face. Lively flies off the ring apron and into the ring barrier.

Harvey: Lively needs to start fighting back and fast.

Chase: Wait, what is Level One doing

As Lively is getting up, Level One runs off the ropes and then Suicide dives through the ropes onto Lively. Lively goes crashing into the ring barrier and jumps up to his feet. The ref starts to count both men out
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Chase: What is Level One doing with the IWC title?

Level One goes over to Lively and as Lively is starting to get up and Lively looks up at Level One. Level One takes the title and wipes his ass with it and tosses it to the mat and kicks Lively in the face.

Harvey: I guess we know how Lively feels about that title.

Level One throws Lively into the ring and then jumps onto the ring apron. Level One waits for Lively to get up and goes to springboard off the ropes, but as Level One jumps to the ropes, Lively hit’s the ropes, causing Level One to lose his balance and crash down to the mat.

Chase: This is the break that Lively needed.

Lively stomps on Level One and then lifts him up and throws him into the ropes. Level One comes back and Lively connects with a drop kick to the face and Lively makes the first cover of the match
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Lively takes Level Ones’ head and locks in a chin lock. The ref checks for a choke as Lively squeezes the chin lock. Level One manages to get to his feet and Lively lets go of the hold and starts clubbing Level One in the back of the neck. Lively grabs Level One and hit’s a Russian Leg Sweep and then hooks the leg.
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Chase: Level One is determined to win the title tonight. Its going to take more than that to beat the former True Experts Champion.

Lively takes his hand and puts it on Level One’s throat and starts choking him and the ref counts 1.…2...3...4.…Lively breaks the count and then starts choking Level One again and again, the ref counts 1.…2...3...4.…. And Lively breaks the count to avoid being Dqed. But Lively again, chokes Level One and the ref counts 1.….2.…3.….4.…..Lively lets go. The ref warns Lively and Lively pulls Level One up and gives him a European uppercut. Level One falls to the corner and Lively starts spearing Level One. After about 4 spears, Lively pulls his hand back and chops Level One. Lively throws Level One into the opposite corner and runs at him and gets him with a avalanche splash in the corner. Level One stumbles out and Lively grabs him and hit’s a Northern lights Suplex. The ref slides in for the count, but Lively flips over to his feet, pulls Level One up and gives him another Northern lights Suplex. The ref slides back in for the count, but Lively flips over to his feet again and pulls Level One up and gives him a third Northern lights suplex, this time making the cover
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Chase: As much as Lively is a dick, he’s one hell of a wrestler.

Lively picks Level One up and scoop slams him and then runs off the ropes and drops a quick elbow drop. Lively then grabs Level One’s arm into an arm bar. Level One fights to his feet and punches Lively. Lively lets go of the hold and Level One runs off the ropes but Lively runs behind Level One. As soon as Level One hit’s the ropes and turns, Lively is there and knee’s Level One in the stomach and Level One flips over and it’s the mat.

Harvey: Level One can’t buy an offence move right now

Lively pulls Level One up and picks him up for a suplex, but bounces Level One off the ropes and then hit’s the move. Lively is up and stomps on Level One’s face and then goes out to the ring apron. Level One is up and Lively springboards off, going for a flying clothesline, and at the last second, Level One grabs Lively’s head and hit’s an RKO.

Chase: WHAT A COUNTER!

Harvey: I bet Lively didn’t expect that one.

Level One crawls over and gets a cover
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Harvey: What is Lively doing now.

As Level One gets up, Lively runs off the ropes, does a cartwheel and then back flips over the top rope and lands on Level One. A “That was Awesome” Chant starts up and Lively tells the crowd to shut up and he kicks Level One and rolls him back into the ring. Lively jumps up on the ring apron and climbs up to the top rope. Lively yells at the crowd as Level One is back up and hit’s the ropes. Lively falls Crotch first on the top turnbuckle. Level One goes over and grabs Lively’s head, places it under his arm and DDT’s Lively off the top rope. Level One rolls Lively over and covers him.
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Level One pulls Lively up to his feet and chops him. Lively falls into the ropes and Level One throws him into the ropes. Lively comes back and Level One goes to pick Lively up with a Side walk slam, but Lively flips around and lands on his feet. Level One goes for a clothesline, but Lively ducks, runs off the ropes and Level One lifts Lively up in the air. Lively comes down with his legs over Level One’s shoulders. Level One goes for a power bomb, but Lively quickly counts with a Hurricanrana which sends Level One sliding across the ring. As Level One is getting up, Lively grabs him and sends him into the ropes and then gets Level One in the face with a flying knee. Lively makes the cover
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Chase: These two are giving it their all tonight.

Harvey: Something about Rasslemania brings the best out of everyone

Lively sits Level One up and begins kneeing him in the back. Lively kicks Level One in the spine which makes Level One yell out a scream. Lively then runs off the ropes and kicks Level One in the chest, which sends Level One back laying on the mat. Lively taunts the crowd and gets out of the ring and stands on the ring apron. Lively waits for Level One to get up. As soon as he does, Lively springboards off the ropes and goes for a Clothesline, but Level One ducks and Lively connects with the ref and the ref is out. Lively gets up and realizes he hit the ref and suddenly, Level One turns him around, kicks him, hooks his arms and hit’s the Level Advance. Level One is quick to make the cover and the crowd counts “1.…….2.……..3” Level One looks behind him and see’s the referee knocked out.

Harvey: Tough break for Level One.

Chase: I think Lively just had his title saved

Level One can’t believe the ref is knocked up. He gets up and tries waking the ref up. He starts shaking the ref, and the ref some what comes to. Lively slowly sneaks being Level One and Low Blows him. The crowd boo’s as Level One is bent over, Lively takes Level One, hooks his arms, lifts him upside down and hits Level One with the Level Advance.

Chase: Lively just hit Level One with his own finisher.

Lively quickly grabs the ref and tosses him next to Level One. Lively rolls Level One over and covers him, hooking the legs.
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Lively gets up and has an angry look on his face. Lively pulls Level One up and puts Level Ones head between his knee’s and Lively jumps and hit’s the Canadian Destroyer!

Chase: Lions Bite! Its has to be over now.

Level One’s eyes roll in the back of his head as he falls over to the mat and Lively makes the cover.
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The fans are behind Level One as they don’t want to see Lively retain the title. Lively is angry and starts hitting the mat. Lively slides out of the ring and grabs the APW Title and slides back into the ring and waits for Level One to get up. The Ref is still on the ground trying to regroup. Level One stagers to his feet and Lively charges at him and goes to hit him with the belt, but Level One kicks Lively in the stomach and grabs the belt from Lively’s hand and smashes it in his face. Sending Lively to the mat. Lying next to the ref. The ref doesn’t see the belt and Level One slides the belt out of the ring and covers Lively and the crowd counts along
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Harvey: What a back and forth match we have.

Chase: What a main event

[President Jeff]

Disappointment comes across Level One’s face and Level One gets up and waits for Lively. Lively slowly gets to his feet and Level One hoist him up on his shoulder for the Darkness Shrine. Level One swings Lively around, but Lively lands on his feet, kicks Lively in the stomach and hits him with a stunner. Lively pulls Level One close to the corner and climbs up to the top rope.

Chase: Lively is going to end this.

Lively comes off the top rope with the Prelude and hits it! Lively hooks the leg for the cover
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Chase: SLING SHOT FROM HELL!

Harvey: A Rare Move by Level One

Level One turns Lively over and covers him
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Chase: How did Lively Kick Out!!

Level One pulls Lively up and hooks him up and lifts him up for a suplex, but Lively is able to land on his feet behind Level One and then, Both Lively and Level One goes for the Pele Kick, and they both kick each others body’s and both men are down.

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME. THIS IS AWESOME. THIS IS AWESOME

The ref stands between both men and begin to count them out
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Harvey: That may have broke Level One’s back.

Chase: At this point, the adrenaline is pumping so much in their veins that nothing can hurt these two.

Fatigue is setting in as Lively exit’s the ring.
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Chase: Is Lively goes for the Prelude Again.

Lively signals that its over and jumps off for the Prelude and Level One moves out of the way at the last second. Lively gets up holding his leg and Level One gets up. Lively charages at Level One who ducks Lively, but hooks Livelys arms, hoist him up upside down and drops him with the Level Advance. The fans cheer and Level One makes the cover
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Chase: A heart breaking moment for Level One

Level One gets up and grabs Lively’s leg and locks in the House of Pain.

Harvey: Level One is going to make Lively Quit!

Level One wrenches on the hold. Lively screams in pain and tries getting to the ropes, but Level One drags him back to the middle of the ring. Level One then grabs Lively’s other leg and now has the Boston Crap locked in. Lively screams and reaches for the ropes. The ref is in position waiting for any kind of tap out. Lively grabs his head and then finds strength and starts moving closer to the ropes. Level One sits lower on Lively’s back and pulls his legs back more. Lively still manages to get closer to the ropes. Lively reaches out and is just inches away, but Level One drags Lively back to the middle of the ring and the fans cheer as Level One keeps the hold on.

Chase: Its over for Lively now.

Lively finds one last ounce of strength and grabs Level One’s leg and manages to make Level One lose his balance and Level One falls forward. Lively gets free and grabs Level One’s ankle and locks in the Ankle lock and grapevines Level One’s legs.

Harvey: The tides have turned!

Level One screams and the ref gets in front of Level One looking for a tap out. Lively keeps twisting the Ankle, trying to break it and Level One keeps reaching for the ropes. Slowly Level One begins crawling towards the ropes and Lively keeps twisting the Ankle. Level One lifts his arm up.

Chase: This is it Darren, Level One is about to tap.

But Level One puts his hand back on the mat and slides himself closer to the ropes and finally gets his hand on the bottom rope. Lively pulls Level One away from the ropes by the Leg. Still holding the Leg, Level One gets to his feet and goes for a Enzurguri and hits it. Lively stands in a daze as Level One hooks Lively for the Level Advance, but Lively falls behind Level One and runs off the ropes, taking Level One down with a spear. Lively covers
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Chase: How Much do these two have left.

Lively picks Level One up and throws him to the corner, but Level One reverses it and Lively hit’s the corner. Level One runs at him, but Lively moves. Level One hit’s the corner chest first and Lively school boys Level One
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Harvey: I have no idea how these two are still going at it.

Crowd: MATCH OF YEAR. MATCH OF YEAR. MATCH OF YEAR

Chase: We’re only in March and we may be witnessing the match of the year

Lively waits for Level One to get up and goes for the Super Kick, but Level One ducks it, grabs Lively and gives him a Randy Orton type back breaker. Level One picks Lively up and throws him into the corner and walks over, climbing up the middle rope. Level One raises his fist in the air. The crowd cheers, cameras flashes and the fans count as Level One punches Lively.
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Lively gets up quick and starts stomping on Level One. Level One gets to his knee’s and starts punching back. Level One gets to his feet and keeps punching Lively and then throws him into the ropes and connects with a Spine Buster. Level One yells out “THAT’S IT.” Level One lifts Lively up and picks him up across his shoulder, swings him around and hit’s the Darkness Shrine. Level One hooks the leg.
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Chase: Will this match ever end!

Level One tries to pick Lively up and Lively’s body falls limp to the mat. Level One tries again, and Lively gets his head in under Level One’s jaw, and drops to his knee’s with a Jaw Breaker. Level One falls into the ropes and Lively runs and both men go over the top rope. Lively lands on top of Level One and starts punching him. Lively gets up and removes the monitors from the commentators table.

Chase: Stay in the ring!

Harvey: I’m getting out of here

Johnny Chase and Darren Harvey run from the commentators table. Lively drags Level One over to the Spanish Announce table. Lively smashes Level One’s face on it and then removes the monitors from that table. Lively rolls Level One onto the Spanish table and then gets up on it himself. Lively puts Level One’s head between his knee’s and signals for the Lions Bite! Lively gets an evil smile across his face and before he can hit the move, Level One drops to a Knee and low blows Lively. The fans cheer as Level One gets up, switches position with Lively, puts Lively’s head between his knee’s The fans begins cheering louder as Level One hit’s the Lions Bite off the Spanish commentators table and right through the English Announce Table! The tables breaks apart. Lively looks dead. The Fans chant “HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT” Chase and Harvey put their head set back on

Chase: OH MY GOD!

Harvey: HE KILLED LIVELY!

Level One gets up from the Debree and drags Lively’s dead body to the ring and rolls him in as the fans chant “APW. APW. APW.” Level One gets in the ring. Lively is slowly moving. Level One waits and Lively gets to his feet, but can barely stand. Lively looks up at Level One and Level One flips him off then kicks him, hooks Lively’s arms and drops him with the Level Advance. Level One covers and the fans count
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WINNER AND NEW APW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: LEVEL ONE!

The bell rings, as the announcer calls for the winner. Level-One stammers up to a single knee, staring down at Michael Lively. The fans have shot off their feet in excitement, as they cheer their new champion. The referee hands the belt to Level-One; who simply stares at it. He signals for a microphone, and quickly one is handed to the new APW world heavyweight champion.

The crowd is still ecstatic they understand that their former champion has betrayed them, and is willing to get behind Level-One, despite how much they hate him. He wasn’t the worst of two evils. Level-One holding the APW world championship loosely in his grips, lifts the microphone to his mouth, where Lively begins to stir on the mat below.

‘’Finally, we have broken free of this hideous religion. Finally, we are no longer bound by a champion, who couldn’t even make it past his first title defense. However, winning this APW championship tonight—it’s clear this championship is still marked with the ruins of this despicable, pathetic, over grown child, and that these images simply must be erased…’’

The fans are confused; boiled over with shock. Suddenly on the top of the ramp, the Job Squad appears. Level-One turns his head, as Justin Job grabbing the hand of Gilbert begins to make his way down to the ring, while Level-One simply watches.

‘’I’m not going to shit on Michael Lively’s championship, nor will I even piss on it. I’m above that’’

The crowd cheers Level-One, who continues to watch as Justin Job and Gilbert enter the ring. Level-One walks over to Michael Lively gripping is IWC, championship quickly looses it as Level-One rips it from his grasps. Slinging the APW title over his shoulder, Level-One holds the IWC, championship ever so loosely allowing it to drag half way across the ring.

‘’I have fought for my championship. I have earned my championship. And I worked for everything I have today. This piece of gold wasn’t built solely to outshine another. This belt wasn’t meant to be the most prestigious title in all of wrestling...

We stand on our own. We are our own entity. Our goal isn’t to dominate the wrestling world, it’s to move it. Our goal isn’t to outshine another roster, nor are our fist simply used to destroy this industry around us. We are the APW—we are apart of The Experts, we are a big piece of the picture; we never once claimed to be the one and only image. We are the motherfucking…’’

Level-One lifts the microphone in the air…

‘’A-P-W!’’ the crowd chants.

Level-One holding the IWC championship in his hands, approaches the Job Squad. Gilbert eyes the championship, where Justin Job microphone in hand simply looks at it and smiles, as Level-One shoves it to his chest.

‘’You take it; walk away, and get the hell out of my ring.

Justin Job lifts the microphone, allowing the IWC championship to fall to the mat like nothing.

‘’I appreciate the offer. But ask Michael Lively there, I earn my championships…’’

Level-One reaches down picking up the championship. Steps ahead of Lively, Level-One turns around swinging for the fences as Lively runs forward only to eat a shot in the face with his own championship title, knocking him out cold. Level-One simply stares at Michael Lively, as Justin Job and Gilbert turn Michael Lively on his back. Justin Job reaching into his tights, pulls out a can of spray paint. Level-One can’t help but smile…

‘’It’s a shame Carl Cage wasn’t here…’’

The words ‘’Jobber’’ are spray painted on Lively’s back, as the chant ‘’APW’’ Level-One seemingly ignoring the Job Squad takes the microphone once again. Rising the IWC, championship high in the air, Level-One raises the microphone to his lips.

‘’Starting at 1000 dollars who wants it?’’

‘’Hell no!’’ Shouts the crowd.

‘’500!’’

‘’Hell no’’ The crowd replies.

‘’20.95’’

‘’Hell no’’ The crowd chant intensifies.

Level-One looks at the championship, his face sickened just by looking at it. It truly meant nothing to him.

‘’The IWC championship, I’m willing to give this to one of you for free’’

‘’Hell no’’ Virtually everyone in the arena replies. Level-One smiles, and begins to pace around the ring again. The Job Squad pinning Lively down, forces Lively to watch the ongoing situation.

‘’Michael Lively, you can kick me. You can spit on me. And you can piss on my championship, but you will NEVER take it’s worth away. See, bodily fluids? They maybe the ultimate disrespect, but I’m here and I welcome it with open arms…’’

Level-One leans over the ropes, staring into the largest crowd he’s seen in months.

‘’Michael Lively, when I said your whole would burn…I fucking meant it’’

Level-One drops to his knees, leaving the title an arm reach away from Michael Lively. Level-One like a starving vulture simply stalking it's blood ridden prey drops to his knees, telling Michael Lively to stretch further. Michael Lively scrapes and crawls, but Level-One moves the championship further away, before slipping outside the ring.

Level-One like a man on a mission flips the apron, reaches under the ring, pulling out a bottle of gasoline, and rolls back under the bottom rope, as if he was programmed to do this in advance, it was clearly a calculated measure. Lively kicking, clawing, and screaming tries to reach his championship but to no avail.

Level-One pours the bottle of gasoline all over the championship before throwing it out of the ring. Reaching into his boot he pulls out a match; before quickly setting the match ablaze with the rub of his boot. Lively’s face is contorted, twisted, filled with rage; as Level-One holds the match over Lively’s championship.

‘’I’m going to burn this piece of shit, and then I’m going to sweep the ashes under these bottom ropes, as if it didn’t matter. Michael Lively, this is MY goodbye’’

Dropping the match, it immediately sends the championship belt up in a blaze. Level-One walks back and forth behind the walls of the flame, as the crowd has gone absolutely ape-shit.

‘’How does it feel Michael Lively? How does it feel to watch the championship you loved so very much burnt to the very crisp…’’

Lively continues to squirm around.

‘’I’m not going to beat you up, you fool. They say the best way to cure a sinner, is to burn him on a cross. Well, I see no cross. So I guess your championship will just burn in vain…’’

Level-One stops, dropping right beside Michael Lively, as they both stare at the flames together.

‘’How does it feel to watch your championship burning, and not one of these damn fans willing to lend YOU the piss to put it out?’’

The fans chant, APW, APW, APW as Level-One rises back to his feet. Lifting the APW championship in the air, he climbs the top rope, while the flames continue to roar not too far behind him.

‘’See, Lively. You may have degraded MY championship, but your championship is no more. Now, I have been given the chance to be a champion, you could NEVER be. And in turn, I lift this championship above my head, I turn my direction to it, and I do something just special for you…’’

Level-One turning his head to the flames, a big smile across his face, as he leans over and kisses the APW world championship, all while the IWC, championship burns. Burns until nothing is left.

A balance had been restored, and this is how the show ends…

‘’APW, APW, APW’’ the crowd chanted…