CHRISTMAS CHAOS 2009

[President Jeff]

Christmas Chaos kicks off tonight with a promo video




The video ends and Pyro shoots from the stage and then pans through the crowd

Harvey: Welcome Everyone to the final APW show of the year

Chase: Welcome to CHRISTMAS CHAOS!


A familiar laugh ''Ho, Ho, Ho'' blasts across the PA system serving as an intro to Christmas tune ''Santa Claus is coming to town'' sending the children in the crowd into a frenzy. Santa slowly but surely emerges from the curtains with a big red bag slung over his shoulder. Santa waves at the crowd as he makes his way down the ramp...

Harvey: It looks like we have a special visitor tonight, Chase!

Chase: You have got to be kidding me. This is Christmas Chaos for god sakes; nobody wants to see this fat slob in our ring, opening up our show!

Santa reaches the ring apron tossing his big bag of goodies over the top rope and into the ring, before rolling under the bottom. Santa struggles to his feet and once at a vertical base; he can't help but to do is famous, signature, ho-ho-ho chant that sends the crowd into a small pop. Picking up his sack, Santa thrusts it up into the air, obviously ready to hand out some present. Santa reaches into his big red sack and begins to throw fully wrapped gifts into the crowd.

Crowd: APW, APW, APW!

Chase: I can't believe the APW crowd is cheering THIS on! Nobody got hurt, nobody jumped off a scaffold, goddamn it Harvey!

Gift after gift is thrown out of the bag and into the crowd. The camera pans out to see the lucky fans that got gifts, now eagerly tearing them open. The camera pans rapidly, to various faces of utter disappointment by the fact that nothing had actually been in the boxes. One angry fan holds up his ''gift'' in the midst an angry inaudible rant. Eventually, the crowd realizes that Santa is a big red fraud and the fans begin to boo relentlessly.

Harvey: You can't boo Santa, can you?

Santa looks at the crowd lowering his head in a show of shame, before reaching into the bag once again, this time emerging with a microphone. The crowd begins to stir with anger, confusion and anticipation as Santa begins to address the crowd.

Santa: You don't like your gifts? You don't like your presents? Well, you ungrateful prick—you should be glad I gave you a damn thing!

Santa angrily rips off his beard and begins to remove his Christmas hat; and the fans immediately grow enraged at the sight of their world champion. It's Level-One.

Chase: I always loved the grinch better then Santa, Harvey!

Level-One: Yeah, you heard me folks. You're lucky I have given you a damn thing! Look at the way you treat me. You boo me. No respect! And why? I mean, I steal the show. I'm the best damn wrestler on the goddamn planet and I am YOUR world champion. As far as I'm concerned; you OWE me your respect.

The crowd merely follows up with ''You suck'' chants.

Level-One: You should've saw your disgusting faces when you found out you were getting FREE shit tonight. You should have seen the children's faces when they thought they were getting an early gift this Christmas. Unfortunately, the lot of you are spoiled, greedy degenerates whom don't deserve a goddamn thing at all this Christmas!

For a few seconds Level-One's barrage of insults stop, but it's only as he reaches into the red bag to pull out his APW world championship, in which he slings over his shoulder.

Level-One: As for Slade Craven? As far as I'm concerned, he is NO different from your hero Santa Claus. I mean, he's out of shape, old, and he needs someone or something else to carry him! Santa without his sleigh is like Slade Craven without, AKA. Nothing, at all. However, the more think about it... maybe there IS a difference between Santa Claus and Slade Craven.

Level-One pauses as he strokes his chin clearly trying to stir up the crowd. He raises his index finger as he magically finds the answer.

Level-One: The difference between Santa Claus and Slade Craven is the fact... Slade Craven actually exists!

The boos are in full swing. Quickly, a ''Fuck you asshole'' chant berates through the crowd. The camera pans out into the crowd with a few children with Pence Weatherlight T-shirts crying at the revelation. The crowd seemingly, being more and more hostile begins to throw beer bottles into the ring, some of them in which pelt Level-One's fat suite; but he's nearly indestructible with it.

Level-One: Oh, did I break a rule? Did I mention Santa Claus is nothing more then a myth and that ALL your parents are lying to you when they tell you he's real? Woops. Fuck me. Listen, APW. This is MY house. I rule with a iron fist and if you don't like it; you don't come to the show. Though, you won't have the opportunity to watch me kick the living crap out of the Slade Cravens anymore; what a shame...

A tussle being to break out by a nearby barricade as a group of angry fans try to knock it over. A full on brawl breaks out between the security team and the fans as the camera quickly pans away back into the ring.

Level-One: Slade Cr...av......

Level-One looks down at his microphone which has now been cut off by APW production. Level-One merely tosses it to the ground in revolt against the censorship, and leans against the ropes and begins to hurl his message towards the crowd.

Level-One: Slade Craven, this title is mine, do you understand me? This is MY year and there isn't a fucking thing you can do about it...

The camera quickly cuts to ringside.

Chase: Level-One has lost it. I don't think I have ever seen a crowd so pissed off. If he can use some of the energy in this building tonight to his advantage; it's going to get even worse for Slade Craven. What a way to open the night...

Harvey: Tonight folks, we have a hell of a show for you guys

Chase: 8 matches take place tonight. 3 title matches and a battle between two owners.

Harvey: This isn't going to be a match, its going to be a fight.

Chase: Tonight, history will be made. Chris Cyrus is 1 day short of holding the Xtreme Title for 1 full year. If he wins, we will accomplish this, if not, then Michael Lively will be the first ever APW Grand Slam Champion.

Harvey: Its going to be one hell of a match, that’s for damn sure

Chase: Our Main event tonight, Level One defends against Slade Craven

Harvey: Level One is unstoppable, and will Slade Craven be able to stop him

Chase: If anyone can do it, Slade can.

Harvey: Hold on a second, I'm getting word of something happening outside.


The cameras cut outside where a limo pulls up to the arena. The limo drives comes out and runs to the back of the limo and opens the door, and out from the Limo is none other than the owner of EWC, President Mac. Boo's are heard as Mac smells the air and steps to the side as more people exit the limo, Nathanial Broadway, Hirsh Valentine, William Rast, Project Zzyzx, Jonathan Carlisle and Kyle Deathlocke.

Chase: Mac didn't come alone tonight

Harvey: That's what she said

Chase: Now isn't the time

Mac and his EWC crew begin walking towards the entrance doors when suddenly, a group of security guards show up and one of them speak

Security guard: Sorry Gentlemen, but I have stick orders from President Jeff that only Mac was invited to this event and only Mac is allowed to enter the building here tonight.

Mac turns back and looks at his crew

Mac: Don't worry guys, I'll be fine.

The EWC Crew nod their heads and begin making their way back to the limo.

Security: Mac, We'll escort you to your dressing room

Security guards escort Mac to his dressing room as we go back to ringside

[President Jeff]

Harvey: Mac has a lot of guts coming into an APW event by himself here tonight

Chase: I can't wait for this fight. Its going to be epic. I can feel it.

Harvey: Its time for the opening match folks.

Tony: The following contest is schedule for one fall

"Welcome Home" - Coheed and Cambria hit’s the PA and out comes Vic Diaz.

Chase: For all you fans watching EWC Monday Night Brawl this past Monday, you would have saw that Vic Diaz is part of team APW

Harvey: Which is probably the smart thing to do.

Vic makes his way down to the ring and enters it

Tony: From right there in Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 285 pounds…VIC DIAZ

Chase: A nice welcome for the home town boy.

Vic warms up in the ring waiting for his opponent

“Whats up” Begins to play over the PA and out comes Joe Martinez

Tony: From Chicago Illinois, weighing in at 228 pounds, JOE MARTINEZ

Joe sings his theme song as he goes down to the ring

Chase: Joe likes to call himself the Greatest of All time

Harvey: I guess we’ll see here tonight if he can live up to that.

Vic Diaz vs Joe Martinez

The bell rings as Martinez charges Diaz with his arms in the arm attempting an axe handle smash. Vic just kicks the man in the mid section, hooks the neck and brings him crashing to the mat with a swinging neck breaker. Diaz rolls over to his feet real fast leaps into the air missing a knee drop on Joe’s face. Joe stands only to have his right knee buckled by a drop kick from Diaz. Martinez stumbles back limping on it grabbing the rope for support. Diaz charges and clotheslines Joe over the top rope.

Chase: Joe has been on a roll as of late, we’re gonna see tonight if he can score another win.

Harvey: Diaz is looking for his first win of his APW career here tonight, so Vic isn’t going to go down easy, that’s for sure

Diaz waits by the rope as the ref comes over to begin the count. The ref then demands Diaz to step back as he starts off. Martinez looks up at the ref, then over toward Diaz. Joe then flips Diaz the bird. Vic walks toward the side of the ring Martinez is standing below, grabbing the top rope calling for Martinez to stop being a coward. Martinez leaps up on the apron grabs the head of Diaz and drops his body weight down bouncing the mans throat across the top. Diaz flops backward as Martinez slides into the ring. He offers up a few boot stomps then finishes it off with a solid elbow drop in the throat. Martinez turns to his knees looking at Diaz clutching his throat. The sadistic look on Martinez's face shows some pride in his work.

Chase: Its little sneaky things like that, that Joe is gonna have to keep doing if he wants to continue to win matches

Martinez stands grabbing the man by the hair. Hooks an arm and suplexes the man up and over. Martinez gets to his feet looking out to the crowd with his arms out stretched showing off and full of himself. Martinez then walks over to his opponent bending over to try and pull him back up. Diaz sneaks in a small package roll up.

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Kick out by Martinez.

The man gets to his feet flustered by the sudden pinfal, and eats a drop kick in the mush. The man drops to the mat back first and springs to his feet trying to find his position and before he knows it he is leveled with a brutal flying clothesline. Martinez hits the mat as Diaz assault doesn't stop. Martinez powers up to his feet once more and eats a German suplex. He winces in pain as he smashes to the canvas. Diaz then climbs outside, grabs the top rope, and spring boards into the ring with a Senton. Martinez rolls free, making his opponent miss. Martinez stands as does Vic and catches Diaz who charges at him nailing him with a nasty spine buster. Martinez hooks a leg.

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Th--Kickout by Diaz.

Harvey: Joe just was a second away from winning it there

Martinez frustrated with the kickout, feeling as if he got a slow count from the ref. He gets up to argue his point, and the ref stands for none of it chopping the man in the chest. The ref then performs a Ric Flair strut and gives a loud WHOOOO!! in Joe’s face. Johns eyes pop from the sockets in shock as he realizes he had better just pay attention to the match. He turns back around getting bitch slapped in the face rather hard. Martinez then eats a stiff boot to the gut, and gets hooked then Diaz nails the Black Tooth Grin. Diaz hooks the leg for the cover

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Your Winner; Vic Diaz!!!

Vic’s music begins to play as he gets up, beginning to celebrate.

Chase: A big win here for Vic. His first win in APW.

Harvey: This could be the beginning of great things for him.

Vic continues to celebrate as we go backstage.

The camera carefully pans from the floor of a dressing room. Locking onto a pair of black leather boots and a pair of black jeans, slowly moving up to reveal the masculine figure to be that of EWC's CEO, President, and Owner, "Big Danny Mac". While the fans throughout the sold-out packed arena respond with a mixed reaction... Viewing the footage from the APW Titan Tron, Mac meanwhile prepares for his big match as he slides an elbow pad up his arm. Casually stretching a roll of tape just before beginning to tape his left hand, as the sound of a nearby door opening echoes off-camera...

Mac slowly turns his head to greet the visitor before doing a slight double-take, while a somewhat more serious expression falls over his face. Victor Hades walks into the camera's view just several inches from EWC President Mac, as the former EWC International and United States champion pays his "old boss" a visit...

President Mac-"...-"

Mac appears to turn to speak, but Hades holds up an index finger merely pointed outward and cuts him off as he interrupts his former boss.

Victor Hades-"I already know what you're about to say Mac, and the only thing I'm going to say to that is-forget it. I came here for one reason and one reason only..."

Hades grumbles appearing to already be suited in Pay-Per-View customed ring-attire, as Mac slowly lowers his hand appearing to have offered a handshake... Hades not even acknowledging this remains still and keeps the blank expression upon his face. Seperating social friendships from business, as he glares inches away at his former boss...

Victor Hades-"Whatever you decide to do out there tonight, thats your decision... Just so we're clear, whatever that is you choose to do out there tonight... Out of respect... Just don't choose to do anything stupid..."

Hades pauses as he begins to move towards the door, peering over his shoulder back at Mac who holds a stare with Hades... As if listening to his words carefully picking up on something specific...

Victor Hades-"And Mac, I mean that..."

Hades mutters with a slightly more deep and enthusiastic tone before opening the door and vanishing from view... Meanwhile the camera pans back towards Mac who stares at the door, slowly nodding his head and resumes taping his hands a bit more motivated... As fans erupt in excitement for the match between APW President Hurricane Jeff and EWC President Big Mac...

[President Jeff]

The fans are all cheering as Tony enters the ring and brings the microphone to his lips.

Tony: The next match is scheduled for one fall!

The lights turn completely off and "Dump the Clip" begins to play. Fifteen seconds go by and there’s a quick flash of light as Warbuks wearing a black hooded sweatshirt with white writing sayin "WBks" can be seen on the entrance ramp. Lyrics from the song begin to play and dark purple and blue lights fill the arena.

Tony: Making his way to the ring first! Hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and standing at 6'1 and weighing 225 lbs.....WARBUKS!

Warbuks looks focused as he bobs his head to the music and makes his way to the ring. Before getting in the ring he takes his hoodie off and gives it to one lucky fan and then calmy gets into the ring.

Harvey: This guy Warbuks is a nice addition to the APW roster and has been pretty impressive in an APW ring.

Chase: I couldn't agree more, but tonight he is going to have his hands full with a determined veteran in Alex Draven.

Warbuks then climbs to the second turnbuckle and throws both of his arms in the air before the music dies down. Upon jumping down from the turnbuckle he turns around and looks up the entrance ramp awaiting his opponent to show up.

"Hair of Dog" by Nazareth begins to play and the fans are up on their feet cheering as Draven appears on the entrance ramp spotlight on him. He makes his way down the ramp deliberately slow and as he makes his way down he keeps his eyes on Warbuks in the ring, not wavering away for a second.

Tony: Making his way to the ring second! Hailing from Owensboro, Kentucky and weighing in at 215 lbs and standing at 6'1.....ALEX DRAVEN!

The fans get louder as Draven gets on the apron and gets inside the ring, Warbuks goes to the outside of the ring, and watches Alex who begins to pace around the ring like an animal.

Chase: Draven looks determined tonight.

Harvey: Yeah he does. This reminds me of the old days of EWC with Draven coming to the ring like that. I would hate to be Warbuks right now.

Chase: I think Warbuks hates to be himself right now too.

The music fades as Draven begins to stretch his legs and warmup for the match as Warbuks gets back into the ring.

DRAVEN VS WARBUKS

Draven and Warbuks begin to circle each other like hungry sharks waiting for the chance to get a meal, Warbuks performs a fake out by running at Draven then stopping and backstepping, but that doesn't effect Draven who did not even believe a second of it. Draven is the first to make a move as he rushes at Warbuks and slams his knee into his gut, he then pulls him in for a quick suplex, and slams him to the mat. Both men get up quickly and glare at each other now on opposite sides of the ring.

Harvey: A quick suplex from Draven.

Chase: I don't think Warbuks expected Draven to get in there like that.

Draven rushes in again, but this time Warbuks hits him with a clothesline and then goes right for a leg drop over Draven's neck. Both men both get up quickly again, this time with Draven rubbing his neck near the ropes, he mouths the words "Fuck you" as Warbuks comes rushing at him. Draven pulls down on the ropes and sends Warbuks crashing over the top rope and to the concrete below.

Chase: That is veteran instinct. Nothing like it in this business.

Harvey: That tooks like it hurt. I don't expect Warbuks will be getting up so quickly after something like that.

Draven smiles as he waits for Warbuks to get up, the fans cheer as Warbuks manages to get to his feet, and the cheers escalate as Draven gets on the apron. Warbuks turns around and then watches as Draven springboards off the ropes and delivers a drop kick to the face. Warbuks falls back on his back and clutches at his face. Draven is slow to get up and when he does he picks Warbuks up and with emphasis he irish whips Warbuks into the steel stairs which make a sickening thud, quickly followed by the yowls of pain from Warbuks. Draven grabs hold of him again, but Warbuks pulls him into the steel steps followed by another sickening thud. Warbuks looks up at the ref and hears "5" as he realizes the ref has been counting all this time, he gets back into the ring slowly, and catches a breather.

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Draven pulls on the bottom rope and crawls inside the ring, Warbuks takes advantage and quickly picks him up and delivers a suplex with a bridge.

Harvey: This could be it!

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Power Out!

Chase: No where close to being it.

Draven powers out of the pin and as Warbuks gets up off the mat he picks Draven back up and knocks down another suplex, but he holds it, and delivers another two suplexes. Thinking that Draven is out of it, he pulls Draven to the center of the ring and locks in an ankle lock. The fans are all cheering as Draven howls in pain, but much to the surprise of Warbuks he does not tap. Instead Draven musters the strength to reach the ropes on the other side of the ring and clutching the bottom one he forces Warbuks to release the hold.

Chase: If Warbuks thinks he is going to win by submission, he has another thing coming.

Harvey: I think Draven is feeling the steel steps still.

Draven clutches at his ankle while holding his head where he hit the steel steps, Warbuks is being pushed away by the ref to allow Draven a moment to catch his breath, but Warbuks comes back over to him and receives a punch to the gut for his trouble. Draven gets back to his feet punching Warbuks in the gut and as he regains his vertical base he punches Warbuks in the face, he then brings Warbuks over to a corner and commences to wail on him with lefts and rights, the fans are all cheering.

Harvey: Draven finding a second wind!

Chase: This crowd is on fire too.

Draven snapmares Warbuks to the mat, where he is apparently sitting, and then Draven jumps over him while clutching Warbuks neck and performs a jumping neckbreaker. Warbuks wobbles around for a bit and then falls back on his back, Draven pulls him out of the corner and away from the ropes as he goes for the pin.

Chase: I think Warbuks is out of it.

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Kickout!

Draven goes wide eyed as he looks at Warbuks who managed to kick out by what looks like pure instinct. Draven gets back to a vertical basis and as he tries to lift Warbuks back up with him Warbuks goes for a small package.

Harvey: Small package!

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Kickout!

Chase: These guys are putting on a display of talent tonight.

Warbuks gets to his vertical base to only be caught by a swinging neckbreaker by Draven, Draven doesn't stop there as he goes over to the top turnbuckle.

Chase: I don't think this is a good idea.

Harvey: I don't know what Draven has planned, but this could potentially get messy.

Draven waits for Warbuks to get up and as he gets up, Draven jumps off the turnbuckle in an attempt to land a pin missle drop kick on his Warbuks, but it gets sidestepped. Draven crashes and burns on the mat as Warbuks looks to capatilize by locking in The Buk Shot Death Lock, Draven howls in pain as it is locked in.

Chase: I think this match is over.

Draven growls and howls as his arm reaches out for a rope that isn't there, but just as his hand reaches for the bottom rope Warbuks pulls him back a bit.

Harvey: Warbuks is not going to let Draven get to the rope.

Chase: The next few seconds will decided the outcome of this match.

Just when it looks like Draven is going to tap, he reaches out with all of his might, and clutches the rope. The fans all ignite like dynamite and explode into cheers as Warbuks begins to yell "Damnit!", he releases the hold after a four count, and then gets off of Draven and begins to pace around the ring waiting for Draven to get up.

Chase: Draven managed to escape, but is the damage he has taken just too much?

Draven slowly gets to his feet and when he does Warbuks comes up behind him, but receives an elbow to the gut and then a back hand across the face. With Warbuks clutching his face, Draven picks him up, and brings him to the corner where he hits a snake eyes which gets a pop from the fans. As Warbuks is staggering around Draven bounces off the ropes and clotheslines Warbuks to the mat. Draven goes back to the top rope and riles the fans up as Warbuks get to his feet bent over and then Draven comes down on the back of his kneck with an elbow which sends Warbuks to his knees.

Harvey: And that is how you change the momentum.

Draven makes to punt a football and connects his foot square on the jaw of Warbuks who falls on his back. Draven goes for a pin.

Chase: I don't see how Warbuks is going to get out of this one.

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Grab Bottom Rope!

Harvey: This match just keeps on going! This is a match for the ages.

Chase: Draven is showing why he is one of the best wrestlers in the history of the business, but Warbuks is still giving him hell.

Draven picks up Warbuks, but as he does Warbuks delivers a low blow that the ref does not see. Warbuks gets back up to his vertical basis as Draven clutches at his balls and then Warbuks delivers a kick to his gut, then hits a DDT. He goes for the pin.

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Kickout!

Warbuks growls and then glares at the ref who tells him that he should calm down, he picks up Draven, but receives some quick punches to the gut, and the chest. Warbuks doesn't know what hits him as Draven performs the Head Hunter. He goes for the pin.

Harvey: This is over.

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Chase: He did it! Draven beat Warbuks in a big showing!

Harvey: Both men showed off their talent tonight, but only one man could walk out with the win and tonight it is Alex Draven.

Tony: Here is your winner.....ALEX DRAVEN!

Draven limps out of the ring holding his nuts as Warbuks begins to move a bit in the ring. As Warbuks gets up, someone from the crowd, jumps the ring barrier, slides into the ring and nails Warbuks with a It Came From Mexico.

Chase: That’s….That’s Johnny Insane!

Harvey: What’s he doing here?

Chase: And why did he attack Warbuks!

Johnny exit’s the ring as quickly as he came in as we go backstage

Mac is in the locker room, sequestering himself from the APW talent. He already has his ring gear on, and is mentally preparing himself for his match with President Jeff later tonight. He hears a knock on the door, and a voice asking if they may come in.

Mac: Sure, come on in.

Biggs enters Mac's locker room, dressed in his usual jacket and shades, with the APW Overdrive Championship clasped around his waist. He has a smug look on his face as he begins to speak.

Mac: Hey Biggs. I actually wanted to talk with you here tonight. You're the kind of wrestler I'd love to have in EWC!

Biggs: I'm sure you would, President Mac. I mean, not only am I the greatest APW Overdrive Champion of all time, but I am out of this world. I could easily see how you'd want me over in your fed.

Mac: Exactly. I've been real impressed with the work of yours that I've seen. Plus, considering how crappy management treats you here, I would make it very much worth your time to jump over.

Biggs: A tempting offer, for sure. The higher ups here have done all they can to try and ensure that I am not the Overdrive Champion, but despite their best made plans, I have persevered and held onto my championship. That being said, I've heard from the boys in the back what it's like to wrestle for you, Mac, and I'll be honest, none of it's good. So don't you try and sit here and sweet talk me into jumping over to your side, because I'd much rather deal with devil I know than the devil I don't! Despite my differences with the management here, my name has become synonymous with APW! I have become one of the top stars here, and I'm not going to ruin that by signing a contract with a coward and a crook like you!

Mac: You can't talk to me like that!

Biggs: What is this EWC? I don't think so! You're in hostile territory tonight, Big Mac, and I hope that President Jeff teaches you a lesson out there in the ring, that lesson being that APW is superior to EWC in every way! But let's be honest here, APW is the superior brand simply because I am here, let alone the rest of the guys. Still, when you go out there, break a leg. I mean it...

Biggs exits the locker room as Mac gets a frustrated look on his face.

[President Jeff]

Following the vicious assault on APW’s resident Warbuks, the camera comes in backstage where we see the young, brash, and arrogant Johnny Insane coming out from the tunnel. As he walks, the camera follows him as he continues to walk down the corridors, not even acknowledging anybody in his way. That is until Cindy Shannon comes up to him with a microphone, trailing him like a classic news reporter.

Cindy Shannon- “Johnny, what on Earth possessed you to go out there and blow someone’s moment? What was the purpose of that heinous assault.”

Johnny Insane stops and looks at Cindy.

Johnny Insane- “Really? You’re seriously asking me that question? What, has everybody forgotten that APW has been sitting here and calling out EWC Superstars for the past few weeks now? Has everybody forgotten that a few weeks ago, APW President himself told the world that EWC was a bunch of nobodies? Well news flash, I’m here to make a stand for that. Starting tonight, I’m going to take out every single one of APW’s superstars… And I don’t mean simply defeat them, no… I mean that I’m going to injure them and make sure they never walk again. And then, when that’s all said and done.”

Johnny looks at the camera and points as he speaks.

Johnny Insane- “Jeff, I’m coming for you…”

Johnny turns and takes four steps before turning and walking back only to say.

Johnny Insane- “BITCH!”

Johnny then turns back around and continues down the hallway once more and keeps walking without looking back as we go to ringside for our next bout

Tony: The following contest is a Triple Threat match scheduled for one fall

The opening lyrics to Cum on feel the noise hit’s the PA and the titantron comes on. As soon as the music kicks in, Pyro shoots up in front of the entrance way and Mark Moment runs out, jumping up and down, excited.

Tony: Introducing first, from Cleveland Ohio, MARK MOMENT!

Mark runs down the aisle, slapping the fans of a few fans a long the way and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Mark quickly gets up, runs up the turn buckle and raises his arms in the air, while the fans cheer and pictures are being taken. Mark then goes to his corner and gives him more salute to the fans before waiting for the match to begin.

"Scars" By Papa Roach hit’s the PA and out comes Jason Royce. The boo him as soon as he steps foot on the stage.

Tony: From Chicago Illinois. JASON ROYCE

Jason walks down to the ring and ignores the boo’s, keeping his eyes focused on Mark. Jason gets into the ring and poses for the booing crowd as he waits for Assassin to come out


The arena lights dim as "Coming Alive" begins to play over the PA as we see Assassin walk out onto the ramp. Assassin tilts his head to the left slightly as he runs his right hand along his mask staring in front of him at the crowd.

Tony: And from Dallas Texas…ASSASSIN!

Assassin slowly makes his way down the ramp refusing to shake hands with the fans as he makes his way down the ramp climbing into the ring. Assassin steps through the ropes and walks across the ring until he climbs onto the middle turnbuckle andlowers his head. Assassin raises his head up spraying out a colored mist towards the crowd before jumping off the turnbuckle as he turns backl towards the ring and waits for the bell.

Triple Threat Match
Mark Moment Vs Jason Royce Vs Assassin


The bell rings as Moment and Assassin lock up in the center, Royce who is feeling left out breaks it up and begins to yell at them both. Both Mark and Assassin punch Jason in the face, knocking him down. Assassin gets on top of Royce and begins beating him. Mark allows Assassin to get a few shots in on Jason before pulling Assassin off and taking him down with a European uppercut. Mark stands above the fallen Assassin and reaches to pick him up only to receive a punch to the stomach. Mark bends over as Assassin gets to his feet and wraps his arms around mark and gives him a belly to belly suplex.

Chase: Assassin is looking good early on here

Harvey: A win for Assassin could give the AKA the motivation they need for later on tonight!

Assassin gets up, now in the driver seat. He picks Royce up and suplexes him hard on to the mat and then goes to try to do the same to Mark, but is blocked, Assassin growls in frustration continuing to try to suplex him, only to have it reversed and Assassin lands on top of Royce. Royce lets out an 'oomph' as this happens and Assassin gets up slowly and as Mark comes in to further injure him Assassin rolls out of the ring.

Chase: Assassin is trying to get back focused here

Harvey: Let me remind everyone, you don’t have to be pinned to lose this match.

Mark goes to Jason and Jason counters with a Jaw breaker. Jason throws Mark into the ropes and connects with a leg larriat. Jason see’s Assassin catching his breath, so Jason runs off the ropes and dives through it, and catches Assassin who wasn’t paying attention. Jason gives Assassin a few bunches and in the ring, Mark is climbing the top rope and with both Assassin and Jason up, Mark dives off with a Shooting Star, taking everybody down. Mark jumps up and the fans cheer for him

Chase: A high risk move and it paid off

Harvey: The fans are behind Mark here tonight!

Mark grabs Assassin and rolls him into the ring and goes for a cover
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Mark takes Assassin and Slams him to the mat. Mark bounces off the ropes and Jason trips him. Mark falls face first and Jason jumps up to the ring apron and Jumps over the ropes and comes down on the back of Marks neck with an elbow drop. With Assassin getting up, Jason gives Assassin some kicks and punches towards the corner. Jason throws Assassin to the opposite corner, runs and gets him with the High Knee/Bulldog out of the corner combo. Jason covers
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Chase: Mark realized that he could have lost if he didn’t break the count

Harvey: You always have to be aware in a match like this

Mark takes Jason over to the corner and chops him before lifting him up on the top rope. Mark climbs up and hooks Jason up for a superplex. Assassin comes over and grabs Mark for a power bomb and nails it off the ropes and at the same time, Mark brings Jason over with a super plex. A "THAT WAS AWESOME" Chant starts up as Assassin covers Mark.
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Assassin goes over covering Jason
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Assassin grabs Jason’s legs and locks in the Boston Crab. Jason tries fighting it, reaching for the ropes and Mark is up, goes over to Jason and locks in the Camel Clutch. And Jason screams in pain

Harvey: Jason is stuck in both the Boston Crab and Camel Clutch!

Chase: If Jason submits, who wins?

Mark lets go of the Camel Clutch and then kicks Assassin in the back of the head. Mark then takes Assassin and tosses him out of the ring and then Mark lifts Jason up to his feet and throws him into the ropes and connects with a jumping Hurricanrana. Jason gets up and Mark kicks him in the gut, runs off the ropes and Jason picks Mark up, going for a side walk slam, but Mark counters with a head scissor take down. And just then, out of no where, Assassin comes off the top rope with a Missile Dropkick, connecting on Mark. Assassin covers Mark
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Chase: This is still anyone’s match folks

Jason grabs Assassin and gives him a new shots to the back of the neck and then Jason picks Assassin up fir the GTS, but Assassin fights out of it, lands behind Jason and Jason does a back kick right into Assassin gut. Jason picks Assassin up again and this time, nails the GTS, and Assassin falls chest first into the middle ropes. With Jason’s back turn, Mark dropkick dropkicks Jason from behind and Mark falls onto Assassin. Mark runs off the ropes and goes for the 619, but Jason moves and Mark nails Assassin with it. Mark stands on the ring apron and Jason Royce kicks him in the head and Mark goes down falling to the outside.

Harvey: This is Jason’s chance to win this one.

Jason grabs Assassin and throws him to the corner, but Assassin reverses it and Jason hit’s the corner. Assassin runs and Jason moves. Assassin hit’s the corner chest first and Jason rolls Assassin up in a school boy and gets his feet on the ropes
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Chase: Good call ref!

Jason and the ref argue and Assassin gets behind Jason and nails him with a dragon suplex into a bridge for a cover
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Harvey: Assassin almost won right there.

Assassin picks Jason up and slams him near the corner. Assassin then climbs to the top rope and comes off with his finisher, the Shooting Star Press and at the last second, Jason gets his knee’s up. Assassin jumps up holding his stomach. Jason gets to his feet, picks Assassin up and nails him again for the second time with the GTS. Assassin is down and Jason covers.
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Mark comes off the top rope and nails the Marking Out on Jason. Jason rolls off Assassin and Mark covers Assassin
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Winner: Mark Moment

Chase: Mark just stole the win from Jason

Harvey: Jason had this match won and everything

Mark jumps up as his music plays and raises his arms in victory. Mark celebrates as we go backstage

[President Jeff]

Extreme Wrestling Corporation head honcho, President Mac emerges from his guest locker room and into the backstage hallway. The APW locker room had been extra alert with the presence of the EWC President; and clearly, so had Danny Mac whom glanced up and down the hall way in attempt to foil any sudden on-coming attack prematurely.

Being it was the last APW show of the year; there wasn't a person backstage in the APW locker room that hadn't been thinking up some way to end the year off with a big bang. Being in the business longer then most; Mac knew what to expect. After all, he owned his own promotion. The drive, heart, and passion are something he saw in the core of the EWC past and present and surely weren’t going to underestimate the enviournment he so confidently decided to step into.

What President Mac did not know is that he had an opposition force that struck close to home. All night there had been rumours about a specific former EWC star; rallying his opponent and rival President Jeff to victory behind the scenes. President Mac drew a deep breath and turned around the corner, perhaps dropping his guard too soon. A shoulder crashed into his chest violently, taking aback the EWC President. There an old familiar star stood across from him. His eyes were a sharp a knife and his confidence stood alongside a big bold plate of gold with his name effortlessly, engraved within.

President Mac: Hey, Level-One. It's been a long time...

President Mac responds slapping Level-One on his shoulder playfully, to which Level-One takes great offence too.

Level-One: Don't you touch me again; or I'll break your face with YOUR arm.

President Mac raises and eyebrow and throws his hands up. It's as if he expected another reaction, 10 fold, from the former EWC world champion.

Level-One: I know you've been gone old man and I know you enjoyed your little vacation; but while you've been gone living the life the business has been changing. See, no longer is the hottest star in the realms of EWC; in fact, the curtain jerker’s here could very well be the top stars over there. The point is. Things, change. I've grown up. I've grown big. Bigger then you. And anything we had a year and a half ago? Well, it's long past dead...

President Mac taking offence to Level-One's aggression merely crosses his arms and steps up into the face of the world champion.

President Mac: Is that's how it's going to be, Level?

Level-One showing zero respect for his former boss merely takes a step back and re-adjusts the APW championship that hangs on his shoulders proudly.

Level-One: That's how it is. I spent the past twenty minutes in the office of President Jeff; drilling every significant injury you've had in the past 10 years in that old broken body of yours so I can watch him pick you apart, personally.

See, Mac. As far as I'm concerned. This is it in regards to APW and EWC ''relations''; after you get your ass handed to you by your APW superior, I expect to hear nothing more and nothing less of you.

Mac laughs.

President Mac: Well, that's weird. I swore I said somewhere that EWC is going back on route to being the number one promotion in the world?

Level-One merely stares at President Mac; eyes cutting a whole through the soul of his former boss as security come charging down the hall by the request of President Jeff himself. Three men wearing yellow short sleeve shirts tug the world champion by the arms while the other one explains to Level-One the term of his apprehension as the cameras quickly shuffle to ring side.

Harvey: That was a pretty explosive situation there, Chase! President Jeff had some goddamn sense getting security on Level-One's location with Danny Mac in the building.

Chase: That EWC trash does not belong in our building, Harvey. I think the only thing that had President Jeff stopping Level-One; is that President Jeff wants to destroy Mac himself! Besides, Level-One has more to worry about tonight with his world title on the line against Slade Craven, anyways!

The cameras then cut to another part of the arena where APW Interviewer is standing next to “President” Hurricane Jeff who is in his ring gear, ready for this match which is set to take place in a few minutes. Cheers are heard as Cindy begins her interview

Cindy: President Jeff, in just a few short minutes, you’ll be fighting the owner of Extreme Wrestling Coroporation, President Mac. Any final words for Mac before your match here tonight.

Jeff: Tonight, The battle of Presidents. A Histortic match this is. Two men, who ruled the wrestling world, finally, fighting one on one. Earlier tonight Mac, Yes, I sent your EWC team out of here. I told you Mac, me and you, One on One. There’s gonna be no APW guys jumping you and beating you up. I made sure of that. Tonight Mac, its you and me. No tricks. Just you and me. I’ve been waiting for this for a very long time and tonight Mac, your stepping into MY ring, in the company that I build. Get ready for an ass whoopin Mac, because its long over due.. Mac, Tonight, you and me, its been a long time coming. See you in the ring.

Jeff walks away as we go to ringside for the Epic match of Presidents

[President Jeff]

DING DING DING

Tony: The following Contest is the Battle of Presidents and is scheduled for One Fall




Pyros explode up and down the entrance Ramp and all around the entrance stage. Once the smoke begins to settle an old-style movie curtain parts at the top of the ramp. Two roving spotlights pan and fix on center. There, President Mac stands, head bowed in his signature sun glasses, arms out-stretched with clenched fists. And as the lyrics kick in, and the fans sing along, Mac clap-clap-stomps toward the ring, slapping hands. At ringside, he takes off his "specs" and gives them to a young fan. And then the young fan throws it back at him.

Chase: So much for that.

Mac pauses in front of the ring and stares out at the capacity crowed booing him, he smiles, soaking it all in. Then he hops the top rope and stands half way up the turnbuckle, posing for the thousands of camera flashes all over the arena.




Chase: I’ve been waiting for this match for the last two weeks and its finally its here

Harvey: Look at the intensity in Jeff’s eyes. He’s ready tonight. I haven’t seen him like this in a very long time.

Chase: Two most respectable men in this business going toe to toe.

With Jeff in one corner and Mac in the other, Tony stands in the middle of the ring to introduce the two presidents

Tony: Introducing first, to my left. Hailing from Winnipeg Manitoba Canada. Representing E..W…C. BIG MAC

Mac raises his arms to the crowd that boo him then the camera cuts to a sign in the crowd



Chase: Why is that guy wearing a Blackhawks Jersey in LA?

Tony: And to my right, from Toronto Ontario Canada, representing A..P…W. HURRIANE JEFF!

The arena erupts in cheers as jumps climbs the ropes and raises his arms in the air for the fans. Jeff steps down, Tony leaves the ring and we’re ready to finally get this match going

DING DING DING

FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE NO HOLDS BARED
President Jeff (APW) Vs President Mac (EWC)

Jeff and Mac walk to the center of the ring. They meet face to face with Jeff looking up at Mac and Mac towering over Jeff. The two begin trash talking each other and Jeff is the first to strike with a right hand. Mac comes back with a right hand of his own. Back and forth, back and forth, the first are flying and neither man is backing down. Mac uses his size and strength and pushes Jeff off. The crowd boo’s as Jeff hit’s the mat, but the boo’s quickly turn into cheers as Jeff gets up, charges at the Big man and takes him down with a double leg take down spear. Jeff mounts Mac and is laying in the punches. Mac gets his arms up, blocking his face as Jeff is still swinging away. Mac is able to get Jeff off and rolls out of the ring.

Chase: You can see the intensity in Jeff’s eyes every time he hits Mac

Harvey: I don’t think Mac expected Jeff to come out like this, I think apart of Mac still thought this was some publicity stunt, but Jeff is out for blood

Mac walks around the ring, regrouping and trying to ignore the APW fans that are yelling at him. Mac looks back into the ring and Jeff comes over the top rope with a cross body vault, but Mac catches him, flips him over to his shoulder and runs towards the ring post. Jeff slides off Mac’s shoulder and pushes Mac whose head bounces off the steel ring post. Mac staggers around and Jeff takes Mac over to the commentators table and smashes his face on it.

Chase: There fighting right in front of us

Harvey: Lets hope this is as close to us as they get

Jeff takes Mac and rolls him into the ring. Jeff then slides in and Mac is already up and stumbles back to the corner and Jeff goes over, climbs the turn buckle and begins punching Mac and the APW fans count each count.

Fans: 1.…2.…3.…4.….5.….6.….7.….8.…..9.……….10

Jeff jumps off the turn buckle. Mac stagers out of the corner; and Jeff throws Mac into the opposite corner. Jeff runs at Mac and Mac lifts Jeff up over the top rope, but Jeff lands on the ring apron. Jeff grabs Mac’s head and brings his throat down over the top rope. Mac stumbles to the middle of the ring, holding this throat and Jeff climbs to the top rope. Fans are on their feet and Jeff leaps off. Cameras are flashing and Mac catches Jeff with a Big Boot to the face. While the APW fans start to boo, many of the EWC faithful cheer on Mac..

Chase: These APW fans hate Mac. If Mac isn’t careful, these fans may just get involved!

Harvey: The APW faithful are a wild, passionate. These are the ones who make APW so great, and the EWC fans who traveled down here are starting to really feel outnumbered. .

Mac slowly walks over to Jeff, who is on his hands and Knee’s. Mac points to the section of EWC fans and nodding at them and then soaks in all the APW’s boo’s before lifting Jeff up, only to send him back down with a forearm shot to the upper back. Mac looks up at the crowd then puts his foot on Jeff’s throat. Jeff legs are kicking as he’s trying to get some air as the ref tired to get Mac to get off.

Harvey: No Holds Barred. There’s nothing the ref can do about this. This is totally legal

Mac gets off Jeff’s throat and then picks up the Owner of APW and gives him a HUGE hip toss. Jeff hit’s the mat hard and brings him to the corner, laying his head on the bottom turn buckle. Mac walks over and begins stomping on Jeff’s chest while holding the top rope. After about 10 stomps, Mac pulls Jeff up in the corner and gives him an open hand chop to the chest. The camera shows Mac’s hand print of Jeff’s chest.

Chase: Now that’s a chop

Harvey: Mac just tattooed his hand on Jeff’s chest with that one. Wow!

Mac grabs Jeff’s arm and takes him down with a short arm clothesline. Mac then begins taking the tape off his wrist and then sits Jeff up, gets behind him and starts choking him with the tape. Jeff tries to get his hands in around the tape and Mac is just pulling back. The crowd is heard yelling and a cup a soda comes flying into the ring, just barely missing Mac’s head.

Chase: The fans hate Mac so much that someone just threw their soda at him

Harvey: Mac may not leave the arena alive tonight, win or lose.

Jeff begins to fight and is able to get to his feet. With Mac still behind him, choking him, Jeff drops to a knee and is able to flip Mac over to the mat. The fans cheer and start chanting “Lets go Jeff.” Jeff struggles to his feet and Mac comes at him and Jeff kicks him and then punches him three times and bounces off the rope. Mac goes for a clothesline, but Jeff counters by grabbing Macs arm, swings himself to Mac’s back and pulls him over into a Crusifix pin.

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Chase: That was a close one, Jeff almost had this match won

Both owners are up and Jeff connects with a drop kick that sends Mac rocking into the ropes. Jeff runs at Mac who side steps and sends Jeff up and over the top rope and onto the floor. As Jeff gets to his feet, Mac goes out on the ring apron. Before Mac can jump off, Jeff is up and slides into the ring. As Mac turns around, Jeff springboards off the turn buckle and goes over the rope, catching Mac with a cross body and Mac falls backwards, landing hard on the outside mat. With Jeff on top, the ref slides out of the ring and makes the count

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Harvey: Jeff may have won right there if there was no delay in the count.

Jeff is up and stomps Mac and Mac gets up and Jeff rolls him into the ring. Jeff slides in and waits for Mac get up. Mac is up and Jeff goes for the Eye of the Hurricane (Diamond Cutter) but Mac pushes Jeff off into the ropes. Jeff comes back and Mac puts his head down and Jeff goes for a Hurricane DDT, but Mac grabs Jeff and runs towards the corner and spears him. Mac then violently and continuously drives his shoulder into Jeff’s stomach. Mac then takes Jeff, lifts him up and nails a sit down power bomb into a cover

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Harvey: Mac just show his Raw power right there.

Chase: I got to give it to Mac, he prepared well for this match and looks to be in fantastic shape

Mac pulls Jeff to his feet and throws him into the corner. Mac then runs and goes for in chest first, but Jeff moves. Mac hit’s the corner and Jeff rolls Mac up in a school boy.

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As Mac is on his knee’s, about to get up, Jeff dropkicks Mac in the face. Mac is down and Jeff goes over and lifts up the big man to his feet and then goes for the Hurra-Kick (Super Kick), but Mac catches Jeff’s leg. Jeff hops on one leg and Jeff jumps, bringing his other leg across, catching Mac in the back of the head. Mac staggers. Jeff gets back to his feet. The fans are cheering as Jeff flips Mac off and goes for the Eye of the Hurricane, this time, Mac catches Jeff and counters with a Rock Bottom. Mac stands and the crowd boo’s as Jeff isn’t moving and Mac begins walking towards the corner. The EWC fan section is now on there feet chanting Mac’s name.

Harvey: Mac may be going for his finisher here.

Chase: He calls it the Mac Attack. The big Elbow drop from the top rope.

Harvey: Mac has won many championships with that move. As well at the 2005 Battle for the Best Tournament!

Mac climbs up, and gets to the top. Mac looks down at Jeff and jumps off with the Mac Attack and nails it. Mac lays his back over Jeff’s chest and hooks the leg.

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Chase: Wow, the EWC can’t win here tonight!!!!!
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KICK OUT! And the arena erupts.

Harvey: YES!

Chase: Thank you Jesus!

Mac is shocked and Mac looks at the ref and starts arguing with him. Mac grabs the ref by the collar of his shirt but then lets go. Jeff is still on the mat and Mac goes over and picks Jeff up, and out of no where

EYE OF THE HURRICANE!!

Mac is down, the fans are going ballistic as Jeff drapes his arm over Mac’s chest and the fans count along.

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Thr….KICK OUT!

Harvey: They both kicked out of each other’s signature moves.

Chase: These two have so much pride in representing their companies that neither man will give up here tonight

Both guys struggle to their feet. The fans wait in anticipation on the next move and its Jeff swinging and connecting with a right hand. The fans cheer and then boo as Mac comes back with a right of his own. Boo’s turn into cheers as Jeff delivers another right and Mac hits another one and the fans boo’s. Back and forth, cheers and boo’s, the two bosses have the crowd in the palm of their hands. Jeff ducks a punch from Mac and runs off the ropes and Mac counters with a huge Swinging Side Slam. Mac gets up and poses for the fans, which just upsets them. Jeff is slowly getting up and Mac goes out onto the ring apron. With Jeff’s back turned to Mac and with Jeff up, Mac springboards off the ropes for a Bulldog, but Jeff hit’s the Hurra-Kick. The fans cheer as Mac falls back into the ropes and ends up getting his arms tired up in the ropes!

Harvey: Mac took a huge risk and it cost him

Chase: And now Mac is stuck in the rope.

Jeff is up and he slowly turns his head towards Mac and a sadistic grin comes across his face, and with that look, and Mac trying to free himself, the fans begin to chant “Fuck’em up Jeff Fuck’em up *Clap Clap*”

Harvey: Parents, put your kids to bed, this one is about to get nasty.

Jeff rushes Mac and starts punching Mac in the head like a mad man. The fans love it and Jeff then grabs Mac by his legs and flips him over backwards over the ropes and Mac it’s the floor in front of the commentators. Jeff gets out on the floor and quickly grabs a Monitor from the commentators table and with Mac on his knee’s, trying to get up, Jeff smacks Mac right in the skull. Jeff lifts the Monitor in the air and the fans cheer. Jeff lifts Mac up and blood trickles down Mac’s forehead. Jeff wipes the blood off Mac’s head with his hand and then slaps Mac across the face, leaving a hand print of blood on the side of Mac’s face. Jeff then shoves Mac into the ring barrier and then runs at him, but Mac grabs Jeff and tosses him over the barrier with a Belly to Belly suplex throw. Mac then hops over the ring barrier and into the crowd.

Chase: Mac it taking a big chance here going into the crowd.

Harvey: The APW Faithful are ruthless, they might just kill Mac!

As Mac walks up to Jeff, Mac grabs a cup of beer from a fan, takes a sip and then smacks Jeff in the face with it. A Security holds the rabid fan back as Mac grabs Jeff by his head as they make there way through the crowd. They get to a railing where Mac tosses Jeff over and Mac steps over the railing and their heading up some steps. Mac pulls Jeff up the steps and throws him into a concrete wall. Mac then grabs Jeff and they make there way into the lobby where the Merchandise Table and the food court is. Mac throws Jeff over the Merchandise table and into boxes of T-Shirts. Mac jumps over the table and Jeff is quick to take an APW Shirt, puts it over Mac’s head so Mac can’t see. Jeff then grabs an APW Replica belt of the World Title and as Mac takes the T-Shirt off, Jeff drills him with the belt. Mac is down and Jeff covers him and the ref count.

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Chase: These two are going to rip the arena a part.

Jeff picks Mac up and Mac low blows Jeff in the family jewels with his forearm. With Jeff bent over, Mac puts Jeff’s head between his legs, lifts him up and POWER BOMBS HIM THROUGH THE MERCHENDISE TABLE!

Mac falls on top of Jeff into a cover

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Thr….NO A fan jumps on Mac.

Mac is quick to grab the fan off of him and shakes his head at him, mouthing “Really?” to the Security. More Security come running in and begin holding the crowd back

Harvey: I can’t believe a fan just stopped the count.

Chase: These fans are ruthless. They’ll kill Mac before letting him win this match.

Mac pulls Jeff up and goes to throw Jeff into the bathroom door, but Jeff reverses it and Mac goes crashing through the bathroom doors, almost hitting a guy standing at the urinal. The fan tries to finish up his business fast as Jeff grabs a urinal keg and hits Mac in the face with it. Jeff then goes into one of the stalls and takes the roll of Toilet Paper and starts covering Mac with TP. Jeff then tries to put Mac’s head into the toilet bowl, but Mac elbows Jeff and then fights his way out of the bathroom. Mac rips off the toilet paper and shoves some of it into Jeff’s mouth. Mac then grabs a trash can that is full of garbage and cracks Jeff in the skull with it. And then dumps all the trash on top of Jeff and then throws down the trash can on top of him.

Harvey: I’d hate to be the guy who has to clean up this mess.

Chase: What’s Mac doing now?

Mac lifts Jeff up win a gorilla Press, walks over to the Food Ordering counter and throws Jeff over it and Jeff crashes into industrial size Deep Fryers. Mac hops over the counter and with Jeff on the ground; Mac grabs a bottle of Ketchup and mustard and squirts it all over Jeff. Mac then grabs the hot Deep Fryer basket and as Jeff gets up, swings it at Jeff, but Jeff ducks and spears Mac. Jeff pummels Mac before pulling him up and throwing him over the counter and back into the main lobby. Jeff stands on the counter and drives onto Mac, taking him down with a diving clothesline. The fans start to Chant for Jeff and Jeff picks Mac up and hooks his arms from behind. Jeff brings Mac over to the fans that all start taking turns chopping him.

Harvey: I think the fans have been waiting for this

After a few fans get their shots in, Mac breaks Free, elbows Jeff in the head and starts jogging away from the mob of APW fans. Jeff begins chasing after him with the Ref following.

Chase: Mac is trying to get away from the APW fans and I don’t blame him

Harvey: Mac was about to be seriously out numbered but got away just in time

Mac finds the “EXIT” Door and goes out though it. Jeff and the ref follow. As they get outside, Mac is no where to be found.

Jeff: Where are you Mac? Come FIGHT ME MAC?

Jeff starts walking around and walks past a dumpster where Mac pops out and nails Jeff from behind with a forearm shot to the back of the head. Jeff falls to the ground and Mac grabs Jeff and throws him shoulder first into the dumpster. Mac then kicks Jeff in the ribs before taking his head and slamming it against the dumpster.

Harvey: This could be it for Jeff?

Chase: I think Mac is about to put an end to Jeff, and to the hopes of all the APW’s fans

Mac picks Jeff up and lifts him up on his shoulder and then runs towards the Dumpster, about to throw Jeff face first like a dart, but Jeff slides down Mac’s back and uses Mac’s momentum and pushes him right into the dumpster. Mac then drops to a knee and Jeff runs, nailing Mac in the head with the Shinning Wizzard. Jeff then starts beating on Mac and grabs Mac’s head and starts smashing it down on the pavement.

Chase: Jeff just turned this around.

Jeff then smashes the back of Mac’s head on the dumpster a bunch of times before backing off. Jeff looks at a defenceless Mac

Jeff: ITS OVER MAC!

Just as Jeff is about to go after Mac, 6 guys appear, and surround Jeff.

Chase: What’s going on.

Harvey: Who is this?

Chase: It looks like…It is. It’s the guys from EWC.

Harvey: Its Nate Broadway, Hirsh Valentine, William Rast, Project Zzyzx, Jonathan Carlisle and Kyle Deathlocke.

With Jeff surrounded, Jeff decides to attack the EWC Wrestlers. Jeff takes a swing at each wrestler before being tackled to the ground by Jonathan and Kyle. The group of them are on Jeff like Hyenas. Project Zzyzx punches the referee while William Rast and Hirsh hold Jeff up by his arms with no where to go, and Mac hits Jeff with the Pegcity Stunner.

Chase: This was all a set up!

Harvey: This is unfair.

Chase: If anyone can here me, GO HELP JEFF!

Just then a car pulls up and out from the drivers door is APW’s VERY OWN VIC DIAZ!!!!

Chase: What’s Vic doing out here?

Nate is quick to get in Vic’s way.

Chase: Vic is hear to help Jeff, but I think Vic just realized that he’s out numbered.

Just then Vic smiles and shakes Nates hand.

Harvey: What just happened?

Vic goes to the trunk and opens it

Vic: Quick, put him in here

Chase: Is Vic Helping out EWC?

Harvey: Just last Monday on EWC Brawl he said that Mac stood no chance in beating Jeff. And now Vic is helping Mac?

Chase: That two timing coward!

The EWC goons grab Jeff and they throw him into the trunk of the car and closes it. The EWC guys all laugh as they all get into the car. Vic jumps back into the drivers seat and drives off

Chase: Somebody stop them!

Harvey: Did they just Kidnap our President?

Chase: I can’t believe it.

Harvey: Someone call 911!

The camera cut back to ringside where the fans are booing and the cameras are back on the commentators

Chase: I’m still in shock in what we just witnessed.

Harvey: I have a feeling that this was all a set up, this was Mac’s plan all along, that’s why he wanted a falls count anywhere match!.

Chase: Its almost sickening. That son of a bitch

Winner: No Contest

[President Jeff]

Harvey: Well, folks time to take a look at one of the sponsors this evening. This fall HBO is bringing you a new series.

Chase: Should be interesting...take a look.

HBO has captivated audiences all over the world with exclusive content. Now we do it again by breaking the mold of reality.

From the people who brought you Wife Swap...we bring you MOM SWAP!!!

From a black screen and some narrator yapping the scene quickly cuts to a shot of Michael Lively and his mother standing outside a door.

Ms. Lively: Michael...I really don't want to do this.

Lively: Too bad the contract was signed you are obligated to film this show.

Ms. Lively: What contract? I never signed any contract.

Lively: Oh, you didn't they have a contract with your signature on it. Oh well lets do this, now if you would please wrap your cum knuckles on the doors or ring the buzzer please.

Ms. Lively reaches out ringing the doorbell. The door quickly whips open as the sight of Victor Hades appears before your very eyes. The man looking a little disturbed with a twisted smile plastered on his face.

Ms. Lively: No, Michael I can't...you can't...I don't want to.

Victor steps forward getting nose to nose with Michael Lively. The intensity is thick for a brief second as both men seem to be ready for anything.

Lively: So here is your new MOM.

Hades steps back looking the cougar up and down.

Hades: Sweet, I'll send my mother over in about a hour...she's finishing up my luandry.

Lively: No big deal.

Ms. Lively: Michael...you can't leave me here.

The JESUS quickly turns to walks down the driveway as Hades snatches Ms. Lively by the wrist yanking her into the house as she yells out in horror.

Ms. Lively: HELLLPP, this man is a monster.

MOM SWAP, a show like nothing you have seen before. This spring we will push the envelope. Think the grass is greener on the other side, well we prove that it is just as dead of the lawn in your front yard.

A door bell can be heard ringing as Michael Lively sits on his couch reading Pro Wrestling Illustrated.

Lively: Mother...the door. HEY MOM, GET THE ****ING DOOR! Oh wait, it's my new MOM...sweet.

Lively leaps up and heads to his front door. The man opens the door with a cheesy grin plastered all over his face.

Mrs. Hades: Hello, I'm...

Lively: Yeah, I know...my new mother.

***CRACK***

The woman then turns back looking at Lively bewildered after the stiff back hand he just gave her.

Mrs. Hades: Uhhh...

Lively: Listen you filthy, you are just in time now come inside I need a pedicure bad. The JESUS's toe nails are out of ****ing control.

On this show we test the fabric of humanity. We take people from completely different worlds and engulf them in shit storms of fury as they are removed from their comfort zones. See what happens when we shake these peoples lives up.

Ms. Lively: Now, now Victor...you must dust in an up and down motion, not side to side.

The sight of a well groomed and fancy dressed Victor Hades with a feather duster taking instruction from Ms. Lively plays on the screen. The man wearing a white button up shirt and a bow tie with slicked back hair tied in a pony tail. He begins dusting the fireplace.

Hades: Yes Ma'am.

Ms. Lively: So you realize how important chores are, now don't you. You also realize how important you role is in a family right.

Victor sets down the feather duster looking toward Ms. Lively. The man gives her a puppy dog face and quickly gives her a hug tightly.

Hades: You are a great MOM, I am so happy we swapped!!!

This series will move your soul. Touch your heart with the warmth of lov that only a mother and her son can share. To discover this love some people must endure the struggle of the SWAP.

Lively: Listen...OUCH...I never...OUCH...you know that is about it bitch. I never have had such a shitty mother.

Lively stands up to show his displeasure and Mrs. Hades meets the man as she stands as well.

Lively: Oh, we have a bold bitch hunh? Well listen whore,

Mrs. Hades: No you listen, I have had enough of your disrespect.

The woman hauls off slapping Lively in the face. The man staggers backward shakes his head back and forth as if this woman has made a mistake. The screen goes pitch black.

You won't want to miss a moment of this premier event.

Lively then is seen sobbing in tears sitting on a chair with a bar of soap sticking from his mouth as Mrs. Hades stands over the man holding a frying pan as if scolding him. The mans right eye seems to have quite the shinner on it as if he took a nasty blow to the face.

Mrs. Hades: So you understand that you have been a bad boy, and that you can't act this way Michael.

Lively: Urhmm Humhh

The man then shakes his head in agreement.

Mrs. Hades: alright let me get you a steak for that black eye, it' should help with the swelling.

HBO, and the producers of Wife Swap bring you to the harsh reality of this new show. They tickle and play with your emotions with this sure to be hit new series...MOM SWAP.

[President Jeff]

As the hype video footage ends, the camera view flips to ringside to crew workers and other staff constructing the barbed-wire Steel Cage. Placing the final touches as christmas garland is stretched down the top of the cage, wrapped in the barbed wire. The steel mesh is neatly tangled in christmas lights and glass-light tube candy canes dangle from the top of the cage...

Chase: "Gotta love the Christmas spirit in this arena here tonight Harvey!"

Harvey: "I don't think I've ever seen a Christmas-decorated Steel Cage before either! We sure are bringing in the holidays with a bang this year!"

DECK THE HALLS CAGE MATCH
Shadow Vs Victor Hades

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Tony: "Ladies and gentleman, this match is the Deck the Halls match. This match is scheduled for one fall, the only way to win is by pinfall, submission, OR escaping the Steel Cage!"

"Metalingus" by Alterbridge erupts over the P.A. System as the sold-out crowd in the Staples Center climb to their feet, getting behind one-half of the AKA... As Shadow steps out from behind the black curtains and moves across the stage and down the ramp way, looking more focused and determined than ever in recent weeks...

Harvey: "That look alone says it all folks."

Chase: "A frightening image to look at, but you cannot deny the intimidation this man brings to the table. Neither of these men can be denied of that, two of the most frightening and powerful forces in the APW locked inside a Steel Cage."

Harvey: "Folks if you haven't already now may be the time to put the children to bed!"

Extending an arm to 'high-five' a few hands as he steps down the ramp way, Shadow doesn't take his attention away from the massive contraption before him... Stopping inches from the ring as suddenly the apron skirt flies up, Victor Hades scrambles out from beneath the ring with fire extinguisher in hand!

Pulling the lever as Hades charges out from under the ring, Shadow turns in attempt to avoid contact but fails. As Hades covers Shadow in a cloud of foam-like gas, a slightly blinded Shadow swings around aimlessly in retaliation...

Chase: "That has got to be freezing."

Trying to fight through the cloud of gas as he struggles to adjust his vision, Shadow blindly holds an arm out and swings with the other. Meanwhile a vicious and clever Victor Hades stalks Shadow, weaving and side-stepping his clutches by inches. As the cloud of foamy gas subsides... Hades lunges in and cracks the bottom-end of the extinguisher into Shadow's ribcage. Staggering forward into the cage Shadow grimaces, appearing to almost double-over before growing angry. Snapping around like a disturbed and rudely awaken Grizzly bear, Shadow locks his sights on Hades...

Chase: "Maybe now would be a good time for Hades to run..."

Harvey: "I don't think these guys are afraid of one another, they just want to tear each other apart!"

Tossing the empty extinguisher aside, Hades braces himself as Shadow charges forward reaching for Hades' neck... only to recieve a bone-cracking like roundhouse kick to his left kneecap. Buckling aside for a moment Shadow nearly drops to a knee, only to catch himself as he shakes his head and stands back up...

Chase: "I sure hope Hades has something else up his sleeve."

Narrowing his eyes noticing Shadow refusing to go down, Hades steps in throwing a wide left hand-but a furious Shadow blocks it. Nearly catching Hades' fist in his grasp as he holds an arm out, Shadow lowers Hades' fist while Hades swings with the other... But Shadow blocks the right hand as well and tightly lowers Hades arms, struggling as both men show a test of strength yet neither man refuses to give-up...

Using his height to a full advantage Shadow drops Hades arms and hoists Hades up into a bearhug, locking his massive arms around Hades' waist and spine...

Harvey: "My god Shadow using his height which is a huge factor here, I think he could almost snap Hades in half..."

Chase: "He's got those giant arms locked in, Hades could be in trouble here..."

Hades gritting his teeth and shoving his hands in Shadow's face struggles to break free, only to be whipped like a piece of furniture into the outside wall of the Steel Cage...!

Harvey: "Ouch, that's gonna hurt in the morning!"

Chase: "That unforgiving Steel Cage just rattling and not giving in as Hades body just smacks against it..."

The fans cheering at the display of strength by Shadow, scream in awe of the impact of Hades' body flying into the cage. Falling to his hands and knees Hades applies a hand to his spine. Hunching over Shadow gets a hand-full of Hades' hair and jerks him to his feet...

Chase: "Looks like the tables might have turned here, Harvey."

Shadow connecting with a few right hands sends Hades staggering back into the steel steps, following closely before Hades sneaks in a quick knee. Driving his right knee into Shadow's gut with a good amount of force, before taking Shadow's head and slamming it against the steel steps. Bouncing off the steel upon impact Shadow grasps his head, and stands upright somewhat disoriented. Scrambling up the steel steps Hades pulls open the Cage door and looks down to Shadow...

Victor Hades-"Here, let me get the door!"

Hades violently swings the steel door open as it cracks the former Overdrive Champion dead in the face, who falls for the first time down into the black security mats. Hades heads inside the cage and begins to find himself a weapon. Shadow finds his footing again as he stands and has no choice but to enter the ring with a waiting Hades. Shadow gets to the door as Hades comes forward with a two-x-four with a nail in it. Thinking quickly Shadow pulls out a powder back and hurls it into Victor’s face. The violent fiend drops his weapon as Shadow gets inside. Its then that Shadow grabs the two by four and throws it up and over the cage wall while the officials lock the door to the cage.

Chase: Shadow got rid of that weapon.

Harvey: Shadow said he would be violent tonight, but that weapon can kill someone.

Hades is still stumbling around the ring, kicking a small stocking which seems to be full of something as Shadow approaches him from behind. The former champion does not intend for this to be a complete cluster fuck of weapons, so he grabs Hades and hits him with a high angle belly to back suplex into the center of the ring. There is a huge pop as Shadow gets back up and grabs Hades once again, lifting him up into a straight suplex and Victor’s leg lands on the Christmas stock knocking some thumbtacks out of it.

Chase: No!

Harvey: That has thumbtacks in it?

Hades grabs his leg and the same time the stocking as Shadow comes after him. Hades quickly swings the stocking and connects with the side of Shadow’s head, as the fabric rips sending the thumbtacks to the outside of the cage and along the wall. Shadow holds his face while Hades hits him with a forward from behind, dropping the bigger man to a knee. Everyone is jeering as Hades kicks Shadow in the shoulder, knocking him back and then takes another two by four, this one regular and cracks in across Shadow’s stomach, breaking the board against the ring. Shadow holds his gut in pain as Hades does not stop there. He sits on Shadow’s chest and hits him twice with the broken board in his hand before tossing it aside. Shadow is already bleeding. Hades sickeningly smiles as he starts look for another toy to use on Shadow. The former Overdrive Champion is very dazed as he rolls onto his stomach and starts to get up. Hades finds a table in the corner, covered in Christmas Tree lights and barbwire. He immediately begins to set it up, but the lights are not illuminated.

Harvey: What the hell is that psycho doing now?

Chase; I have no idea!

Hades finishes setting it up and goes back to grab Shadow, who has had enough time to recover. Shadow seizes Hades and lifts him into the air hitting a huge spine buster. Hades crashes to the mat as Shadow now begins the mounted punches on Hades, but the former Overdrive champion is not using a weapon. Shadow gets up and then begins to stomp the malicious monster several times before looking around. All these weapons line the cage, the table Hades set up, a steel chair, and a Santa hat which looks to be filled with something. Shadow walks over to the table and rips the lights off of it and turns then whipping the strand into Hades’ back from across the ring. It cracks as the glass shatters.

Chase: Indiana Shadow!

Harvey: Well, theres something you don’t see everyday.

Hades grabs his back and tries to crawl away as Shadow whips him again getting closer. Hades crawls to the cage and Shadow whips him a third time, more bulbs snapping. Then Shadow wraps the cord around Hades’ neck and begins to choke a darker look on Shadow’s face. Hades struggles to fight back but Shadow synchs in the choke. Hades grabs for something, anything. He finds the Santa hat and whips it back. A white substance flies out and hits Shadow in the face and Shadow starts to howl in pain.

Harvey: Was that?

Chase: Salt?

The salt lands on the blood face of Shadow and on the mat behind him as Hades pulls the cord from around his neck. Shadow stumbles blindly and writing in pain while Hades pulls himself up, grabs Shadow and whips him into the cage, back first. Shadow then takes hold of his back as he stumbles still back to the center of the ring spins and falls onto some of the remaining salt. The fans are feeling the pain of Shadow as Hades gets up shoves Shadow’s back into the mat and the salt making sure it gets into the new wounds. Hades spits in Shadows face and starts yelling at him, proudly declaring his greatness as Shadow just howls and winces in response. Hades screams something else and Shadow spits back in Hades face in response.

Chase: There is more to these two than a brawl Harvey

Harvey: They want blood.

Hades decks Shadow with a right hand, and grabs the steel chair. He proceeds to wail on Shadow’s back with it as the former Overdrive Champion can do nothing but write in agony. After three or four shots Hades toss it aside and grabs Shadow taking him over toward the corner near the table that used to have the lights on it. There is still barbwire on it though. Hades goes for the Closed Casket,
Chase: This could be it!

Shadow fights it, He refuses to let this happen and breaks free, ducks under Hades and looks to go for a backslide, but instead Shadow lifts Hades straight up into the air and dives forward with a crucifix power bomb sending Hades straight through the table! The fans are on their feet as Shadow goes for the first cover of the match…..

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Hades’ shoulder shoots up to the fans disappointment

Harvey: Shadow almost had him there.

Chase: To think this match hasn’t been going on very long but these two have been brutalizing one another. Wait what is he doing?

Shadow lifts up Victor Hades and raises him above his head into a gorilla press. Shadow seems pissed Hades wanted to keep fighting and refused to quit. Shadow looks where to throw Hades and then decides, the cage wall.

Chase: Oh my god!

Harvey: Shadow! Shadow!

Chase: That sick giant!

Shadow hurls Hades one more time through the air, this time sending him crashing into the cage wall. But Shadow’s force is so powerful Hades flies into the wall of the cage causing it to rattle knocking loose a table that hung from the cage wall. It falls on top of Hades who seems to be motionless. Shadow then looks around and decides to grab that particular table to set up. Hades still lays there as Shadow sets the table up in the middle of the ring. Hades finally starts to move as Shadow finishes assembling it and goes back for his opponent. Hades then cheaply hit’s the low blow.

Harvey: Come on!

Chase: That’s using your noodle!

Shadow staggers back clutching himself as Hades mows him down with a clothesline. Then Hades rolls Shadow onto that barbwire table, reaches up for a kendo stick hanging on the cage wall and begins to repeatedly nail Shadow with it. Hades thinks for a second the grabs the same strand of Christmas tree lights and begins to wrap them around Shadow and the table so he cannot move. Hades is not done yet. He his Shadow in the face with the Kendo stick and gets the last table off the wall and does not set it up, he just lays it across Shadow’s chest.

Harvey: What is that madman doing?

Chase: Something brilliant!

Hades starts to climb the cage wall with Shadow trapped and unable to move.

Chase: Hades did it! Shadow cant get free!

As Hades reaches the top of the cage he looks down. Victor had no intention on escaping he wasn’t done yet. He starts to carefully catwalk across the top of the cage and leaps, flipping in the air and senton splashes Shadow!

Harvey: No! Dear god no!

The impact breaks both tables, sandwiching Shadow between the two unforgiving pieces of wood and wire. Hades is confident and happy as he sits up with blood dripping down his face, not all of it his. He slowly gets up, the match already taking its toll on him. He goes to grab Shadow and lift the broken man up. Hades puts him in position!

Chase: Closed Casket!

Hades hit’s the move near the outside corner of cage and then begins to climb once again, this time with a stronger look of purpose. He reaches the top once more doesn’t not even look to the ourside of the cage. Hades leaps off again, flying through the air and hitting the Echo of Eternal Darkness from top of cage through the canvas below. The fans are booing loudly

Harvey: This cant be it!

The referee makes the count
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3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Winner: Victor Hades

The fans begin to jeer and boo and damn near rioting as Hades music begins to play. The referee unlocks the cage as neither man moves. He signals for some help to come from the back as he gets inside. No one is standing, no one is moving. Hades struggles to try and wake up as the EMTs arrive. They work to get both men up as the camera cuts to ring side.

Chase: What we just witnessed here was beyond brutal.

Harvey: As quick as it was, there was no doubt these men gave everything.

The camera cuts back to the ring as the commentators speak.

Chase: I hope they can still walk.

Harvey: Im getting a call that we need to go backstage while they clean this carnage up.

The camera cuts away as its last focus was on the broken bodies of Shadow and Hades.

[President Jeff]

As the PPV keeps rolling with great momentum, leave it to Michael Lively to bring the party to a screeching halt. He does just that by the arrival of his mean mug on the tron. The fans roar with anger as they can't stand the sight of the most hated man in wrestling. He simply smirks as the camera wielded by Chubs pans out showing the challenger to the Xtreme title standing in the back production set of the arena. The Christmas Chaos logo and PPV poster plastered on a chain link fence behind the JESUS as he stands before a pillar with the Advent wreath laying on top of it. Three of the four candles are lit as one candle stands in the quartet with a perfectly neat and untouched wick.

As the roar inside the arena simmers down Lively takes this moment to address all who seem to have their attention directed his way.

Lively: As you have witnessed for the past few weeks I have lit the Advent wreath and it's candles. Each one of these candles representing the coming of a Savior to the Xtreme title. We had the Prophets candle, the Los Angeles candle, the Sheppard’s candle and now I lit the final candle of this wreath. This folks is the Angels candle representing the holy proclamation that a Savior is born here this evening. Before your very eyes you will see a Christmas miracle as I lift the Xtreme title from the hole of misery it has been buried in.

With those victorious words Lively pulls out a lighter and sets the wick of the Angels candle on fire. The flame flickers back and forth as the sound of a siren blares out. The obnoxious noise causes Lively to cover his ears as he then is engulfed in a cloud of white smoke. The people roar in the arena roar with excitement as they see Chris Cyrus in a fireman jacket wearing a fire fighting helmet on his head as he sprays a fire extinguisher at Lively and the wreath.

Lively: What (cough-cough) the hell (cough) is the matter with you Cyrus you must have a death wish.

Cyrus: You mean Captain Chris Cyrus of the APW Fire and Rescue Unit 51. I heard there was a steaming hot pile of shit on fire back here, so as Captain it's my duty to rush in here and put it out before it engulfs the entire place. The next thing you know we will all smell like crap

Lively clenches his fists and steps toward Cyrus.

Lively: You really want to do this Cyrus. You really want to make this evening worse for you than it is already going to be. You want to wake an angry dragon, you want the flaming fury that will spit from that dragons mouth pointed your direction.

(SPOOOSSH) Another cloud of thick white smoke billows out from the fire extinguisher as Cyrus points toward Lively face. The man steps back coughing and hacking as he disappears in the cloud.

Cyrus: Sorry you said flaming fury, and mentioned a Dragon...didn't want any part of that, so like a good fire fighter I just did my job before you spat any more of that flaming crap from your mouth.

Cyrus sets the fire extinguisher down on the ground as Lively waves his arms trying to clear the thick cloud from around him. The Xtreme champ leaves the the JESUS who suddenly comes flying out of the thick hanging haze of fire protection with fists flying and tackles the Chubs the cameraman as the feed cuts to nothing but static. And we go back to the ring for our first title match of the night


Tony Ferrari: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the APW Overdrive Championship!

The whole arena goes black as "Immortal" by Adema hits, the fans are chattering and looking around confused as a single spotlight hits the entrance ramp. Pence stands there with a long black trench coat without sleeves, he makes his way down to the ring slapping hands, the spotlight following him until he enters into the ring.

Ferrari: Making his way to the ring first, the challenger, weighing in at 250 pounds, from Hershey, Pennsylvania, “The Reaper” Pence Weatherlight!

Harvey: This match certainly has a big match feel to it tonight, and that's in part thanks to Pence Weatherlight. He's a big time wrestler for sure, and I sincerely hope he's able to become champion tonight!

Chase: This is the first one on one meeting between Pence Weatherlight and Biggs!

Pence stands in the middle of the ring as he raises both of his arms up, sparks fall from the rafters, and the lights come on. Pence gets up on one of the turnbuckles and looks around the arena, the fans with mixed chants some saying "Mr. Main Event", others chanting "Reaper". Pence takes off his trench coat and throws it into the crowd as he goes to the other side and looks out across the vast masses before standing up on the other turn buckle. He jumps down off the turnbuckle and looks at the entrance ramp awaiting his opponent. Blue and white spotlights begin to twirl about the arena and blue laser lights shoot from the stage as The Killers' “Joy Ride” begins to play, and a bunch of dancers make their way onto the stage, pair up, and start flamenco dancing. After a few moments, Biggs emerges from the back with the APW Overdrive Championship clasped around his waist and Ellie by his side. The two begin to dance along with the dancers, although their style is decidedly not flamenco, it's more spazzy white boy, at least on Biggs' part. Biggs is in his usual ring gear, while Ellie is dressed in a jacket similar to Biggs' complete with the blue feathers, with white pants and a blue shirt.

Ferrari: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Ellie, weighing in at 217 pounds, from Seattle, Washington, he is the APW Overdrive Champion, Biggs!

Harvey: Good grief! Biggs' entrances are always flashy and self-indulgent!

Chase: It looks like he has a new friend with him tonight, and she's a looker!

Harvey: I'm sure Biggs would be real happy with you drooling over his girl...

Chase: I meant that as respectfully as possible!

As Biggs and Ellie start to dance their way down the ramp, the fans' boos grow loud, as The Beast emerges from the crowd and attacks Pence from behind as Biggs continues to make his entrance! The music stops as The Beast pounds Pence with a couple of clubbing blows before lifting him up onto his shoulders and twisting him around into a Sit Down Powerbomb!

Chase: Burial Ceremony! The Beast just hit Pence with the Burial Ceremony! And since he did it before the bell ever rung, it's all legal!

Harvey: Of all the low down, despicable things Biggs has done, this has to be near the top of the list! Somebody get that monster out of here!

Biggs is laughing it up as The Beast continues to stomp Pence a couple of times before leaving the ring on his own accord, giving the champ a high five before heading back up the ramp. Biggs unclasps his belt, handing it to Ellie, and removes his jacket and shades before sliding into the ring, prompting the ref to begrudgingly ring the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Pence Weatherlight vs. Biggs

Biggs scurries over towards Pence, covering him right away,
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Pence kicks out again! Biggs gets to his feet, and begins to argue with the ref, saying that it was indeed a three count. As Biggs is having words with the ref, Pence begins to come to, and rolls up Biggs from behind with a school boy!

Harvey: This is how Pence got Biggs in the tag team match!

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Biggs grits his teeth in anger as both men get to their feet and tie up in the middle of the ring. Pence uses his strength advantage to back Biggs up into the ropes, and whips him hard to the opposite ropes! Pence bounces off the ropes himself to gain momentum, and drills Biggs with a ring shaking Spear! With Biggs down on the mat, Pence goes towards the legs, and grabs them up, trying to turn Biggs over for the Boston Crab! It's too early in the match, though, as Biggs slides one of his feet out of Pence's arm and uses it to kick Pence back. Biggs then rolls backwards up to his feet, and charges in towards Pence with a Flying Forearm! Biggs keeps his momentum going, and nails Pence with a second Flying Forearm right as the challenger gets back up to his feet. With Pence down on the mat, Biggs immediately gets down himself, and wraps his legs around Pence's midsection to lock in the Body Scissors! Right away, Pence takes his elbow, driving it into the knee of Biggs, forcing him to release the hold. Biggs rubs his knee a bit as both men get to their feet, and proceed to circle the ring, each man sizing the other up. Pence shoots in and manages to take Biggs down with a Single Leg Take Down, and mounts the champion on the mat. Pence then proceeds to unload on Biggs with a flurry of punches, as Biggs gets his hands up to desperately try to defend himself. Pence continues to pummel Biggs, throwing a few elbow and forearm shots in for good measure, but Biggs still has his hands up to defend himself. After a few moments, Pence relents a bit, getting to his feet and motioning for Biggs to get up. Biggs tries to roll away before getting up, but Pence bolts in the same direction that Biggs does, meeting him as he come up with a stiff kick to the midsection! Pence then Snap Mares Biggs to the mat, and follows up with a Short Dropkick to the spine! Biggs holds his back in pain as Pence locks on a seated Sleeper!

Chase: Oh no! Pence has the perfect leverage on that move to where there's pretty much no escape!

Harvey: It could be only a matter of time before we crown a new APW Overdrive Champion! And that's despite Biggs' dirty tactics at the beginning of the match!

Pence has the hold in deep as Biggs starts to show signs of fading. At this point, Ellie hops up onto the apron, distracting the ref long enough for Biggs to drive his elbow back right into the nuts of Pence! Pence lets go of the hold after the shot to the jollies, and Biggs gets back up to his feet. Ellie hops off the apron, and the ref turns around to see Pence writhing in pain on the mat. Biggs measures Pence up, who is laid out on his side, and gives The Reaper a hard Soccer Kick to the back! This rolls Pence onto his belly, and Biggs quickly takes advantage, going for the Camel Clutch!

Chase: This is great strategy by Biggs, to slow things down a bit so he can dictate the pace of the match. He knows that he's not going to get Pence to tap out to this move, but he does know that it'll wear down The Reaper. Normally we see Biggs flying around in there, but Pence had control during the fast portion of the match, and Biggs doesn't want it to be fast paced until he says so!

Harvey: That was actually very insightful commentary on your part, for once!

In the ring, Biggs still has the hold locked in and uses his right arm to club Pence in the face a couple of times before locking the hold in even deeper. He wrenches hard on the neck of Pence one more time before releasing the hold and shoving Pence's face hard into the mat! The fans boo loudly as Biggs rolls Pence over onto his belly, going for the cover,
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Chase: He took that move out of The Beast's playbook!

Harvey: It seems that Biggs is targeting Pence's face. Perhaps he's trying to break Pence's nose, getting him to tear up and bleed.

Indeed, as Pence rolls over, his nose is bloodied, and Biggs cracks a slightly sadistic grin. He pulls Pence up by the hair, and gives him a couple of European Uppercuts before whipping him towards the ropes! Pence reverses the Irish Whip, sending Biggs rushing towards the ropes. Biggs ducks the attempted Clothesline from Pence, and leaps off the ropes, backflipping off to go for the Flipping Inverted DDT. However, Pence catches Biggs in midair, and slams him down to the mat with a Running Powerslam! Biggs arches his back in pain as Pence goes for the cover,
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Harvey: Pence is definitely trying to use his power to put Biggs away quickly in this one! Normally, I'd say that a long match wouldn't bother Pence, but with the damage inflicted by The Beast before this one even began, we can't have any idea how well Pence is holding up.

Chase: He'd better hope that he can chain a couple of big moves together, because these one hit wonders aren't going to get the job done against a competitor as fierce as Biggs.

Harvey: The same can be said for Biggs' strategy, though, as he can't keep just relying on wear down moves to win the match. Eventually, he's going to have to go for the home run shot!

Pence gets to his feet, dragging Biggs up with him, before snapping behind the champ and delivering a picture perfect German Suplex! Pence keeps his hands locked, and pulls Biggs back up, delivering another beautiful German Suplex! Pence maintains the hold, pulling Biggs up once more, and gets to the side of Biggs, taking him down to the mat with a Russian Leg Sweep! As Biggs is on the mat, Pence makes his way to the turnbuckle, and begins to climb up!

Harvey: This is new from Pence! He never goes to the top rope!

The fans are on their feet, chanting “REAPER! REAPER!” at the top of their lungs as Pence appeals to them before leaping off with a Flying Leg Drop! He crashes down across the face of Biggs, and covers him, hooking both legs,
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Chase: With Pence's nose bloody like that, he won't be able to see Biggs quite as well, because when your nose is broken, you naturally tear up. That's why refs in a boxing match normally call that match here!

Harvey: Well good thing for Pence that this isn't a boxing match, because if I know Pence, he wants to fight through this and win the belt!

Biggs has a hugely confident look on his face as he waits for Pence to get to his feet, inching his way behind the downed challenger. As Pence gets to his feet, Biggs takes him back down by Clipping the Knees, then locks on a Grapevine Leg Lock!

Chase: Now that Biggs has essentially done a huge number on Pence's head, it looks like he's switching focus to Pence's legs. The thing about Biggs is that he knows how to wear down the whole body, picking and choosing his targeted area at will.

Harvey: I will give it to Biggs that he sure knows how to dissect his opponents bit by bit, but I hardly think that Pence is truly out of this one!

Pence uses his free foot to give Biggs a few hard kicks to the shoulder, forcing him to release the hold. Biggs shakes his shoulder a bit as he gets to his feet and rushes in, trying to punt Pence's head! Pence dodges at the last moment, and gets to his feet! Biggs puts the breaks on and turns around, only to get locked in position for the Heavy Artillery! Pence lifts him up, and slams him down, transitioning right into a pinning predicament,
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Harvey: We are seeing a lot of moves from Pence tonight that we don't normally see from the Reaper!

Chase: Well, if you saw Biggs' First Contact, you'd know that Biggs challenged Pence to surprise him tonight. And as much as I dislike Pence, I got to admit, he's really mixed-up his game here tonight!

The fans are still firmly behind Pence as he pulls Biggs back up, and whips him towards the ropes! Biggs ducks the attempted clothesline, and this time, does hit with the Springboard Flipping Reverse DDT! Biggs then rolls Pence onto his belly, hooking the arms in a Double Underhook before delivering a series of brutal Ultimate Knee Strikes to the crown of Pence's head! Biggs then pulls Pence up by the head, grabs a hold of his arm, twisting it back behind him into a Hammerlock, maintaining the hold while wrapping his other arm around the neck of Pence, dropping him down for the Shockwave Reverse DDT! Biggs then gets to his feet, again stalking Pence, waiting for him to get up. Once Pence is up, Biggs charges in to give him a Running Knee Lift to the face, spinning Pence around and allowing Biggs to hook his head and run up the ropes to hit with the Bigg Time! Biggs immediately hops up to the top turnbuckle, jumping off for a UFO Frog Splash! He nails Pence with the move, and the ref counts,
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Harvey: What a counter from Pence there! Biggs will definitely be feeling that one for a while!

As Biggs is seated facing out towards the crowd, gasping in pain, Pence reaches up and turns him around, climbing the turnbuckle himself, facing inwards towards the ring. Pence gets up on the second rope, hoists Biggs onto his shoulders, and leaps off, drilling Biggs into the mat with The Reaper's Will, pinning the champ
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Ferrari: Here is your winner, and the new APW Overdrive Champion, Pence Weatherlight!

The fans are on their feet, cheering loudly as the ref hands Pence the belt and raises his arm in victory! Ellie is in tears on the outside because of Biggs' loss, and the cocky Mega Star is still out on the mat! Pence raises the belt triumphantly, saluting the fans who have supported him!

Harvey: He did it! Pence did it! Despite all of Biggs' cheating, Pence overcame the odds, and became the new Overdrive Champion! What a match!

Chase: No! This can't be happening! Biggs just got the title belt back from Shadow! How could this happen?

Harvey: One thing's for sure, the Overdrive Championship division is certainly the most competitive division we have here in APW. The main event for the last Overdrive of the year, as well as what we just saw from these two tonight proved it!

By this point, Pence has made his way out of the ring, slapping fives with the fans as he makes his way up the ramp, as Ellie slides into the ring to tend to Biggs. When Pence reaches the ramp, he raises the belt high once more before disappearing back into the back.

A commercial for APW next PPV, New Years Retribution, Live from Madison Square Garden, January 31st, 2010.

[President Jeff]

XTREME TITLE MATCH
Chris Cyrus Vs Michael Lively

The fans stir to a zone of displeasure as the music of AFI's Miseria Cantare summons the entrance of Michael Lively. A wall of flames engulfs the entrance ramp obviously having a fuel source keeping it lit. The fans seated in the aisle cover their faces as the heat blares off this inferno. When the music kicks in one of the jets in the floor of the ramp way stops shooting fire causing an open path in the middle of this large fiery wall. A single white horse dressed in battle gear with a golden Roman helmet bucks in the air and then trots out pulling a battle chariot behind him. The man at the reigns is the challenger to the Xtreme title Michael Lively. The arrogant ones head covered by his hooded vest. As this vessel comes to a halt, Michael Lively leaps over the side of the chariot and rolls into the ring. The man springs to his feat outstretching his arms welcoming the out pouring of anger and rage as the fans scream various insults toward the most hated man in wrestling. He then flips his hood off and slaps his chest a few times as he looks toward the people seated ring side. The man points down to a few people jacking some lip their direction as the camera takes notice of Lively.

This gives the production crew enough time to wrangle this horse and chariot out of the arena area to prepare for the arrival of the champion.

Harvey: I'm pumped for this one Johnny. Cyrus isn't a fan favorite but facing Michael Lively most heals look pretty face don't they.

Chase: Indeed my friend, and this match is sure to be a memorable one.

With that Michael Lively then focuses his attention toward the entrance ramp. The look in his eyes as if he is ready to do battle. The lights then fade bringing the fans to their feet. Their reaction as does Lively's turns sour as the music that begins to play throws them off guard. The entire place was expecting to hear Chris Cyrus's entrance music, instead AFI begins to blare once again.

Blue strobe lights begin to flicker as snow starts to fall from the rafters.

Chase: What the hell Harv...

Harvey: I'm not sure Chase, Lively is already made his way out here, why would they cue his entrance once again.

Just then in the flickering of the blue lights show a hooded figure arriving on the entrance ramp. The arms of this man outstretch striking an I am JESUS pose. Lively looks on in shock as the lights quickly rise and the hooded mystery man turns around so the camera can zoom in on the back of the hooded vest.

It reads "Biggest Piece of Shit Alive" across the shoulders of the vest and the fans explode with cheers and laughter as that image makes it's way on the tron. The mysterious hooded figure then turns around opening the vest to reveal the Xtreme title. He whips back the hood showing all who gaze upon his that it is none other then Chris Cyrus.

Lively seams to be boiling over with anger as he watches from inside the ring at the mocking of his actions. Cyrus then strikes a very lame JESUS pose wiggling back and forth like a jack ass making fun of Lively. The man then takes off the vest whipping it on his ass before throwing it to the ground. The champ then spits on it, flips Lively a bird up toward the ring and then cups his ear to the crowd. The fans quickly break out into a "FUCK YOU JESUS" chant.

Chase: Look at the champ go, getting inside the head of Lively.

Harvey: Yeah Lively claims to be the master of mind games, yet Cyrus seems to be one upping him right now.

Chase: Not to mention a nice insult...I frickin hate Lively we could use this weekly!

Harvey: Wait Johnny, Cyrus has microphone...

Cyrus: (motions for the music to cut) Enough of this crappy song. Now hit the good stuff maestro!!

Cyrus rubs his hand over top of the Xtreme title as his entrance music the begins to play. Lively rolls his arms prepping for action and bounces up and down waiting for the champ to make it to the ring. Cyrus walks half way down the aisle, stops looking to his left then to his right. He drags his hand across his throat asking for the music to be cut once more. The champion then lifts the microphone to his mouth as Lively and the fans pay close attention.

Cyrus: You know something Lively. I really don't think you earned this title match. I mean what have you done...beat Jeff, BDC, Joe Martinez...still doesn’t earn you anything in my book. Hell in fact for the past couple of weeks if my memory serves me correct you came up with losses back to back.

Lively flips out as the fans cheer for Cyrus's comments about Lively choking.

Cyrus: Easy idiots...I don't need your cheering.

The fans quickly shift into boo's as the champ just smiles.

Cyrus: So Lively the way I see it...you don't deserve what you have. In fact you don’t deserve your contract let alone a chance to step in the ring with me. I can't do anything about you wrestling in APW, but I can make sure you don't get this match tonight.

The champ drops the microphone on the ramp way and simply cups his hand waving goodbye to Lively. Cyrus then turns walking back up the ramp where he just emerged from.

Chase: He's leaving.

Harvey: I don't get it.

Lively walks over toward the ref unsure what to do. The two of them council for a brief moment.

Harvey: Why doesn't Lively just go get him, I mean this is an Xtreme rules match...it can take place anywhere in the building.

Chase: As long as there is a ref, they can have a match.

Harvey: I think that’s what they are doing Johnny...because here goes Lively, the ref and a camera man up the ramp.

As Michael Lively enters the backstage area he slinks around very cautiously, looking over each shoulder waiting for anything.

Lively: Here pussy...pussy!!!

Just as Lively speaks the blaring sound of "BEEP-BEEP" rings out just before Lively turns around getting pinned to a wall by a crashing golf cart.

Chase: Holy hell he just rammed Lively with a golf cart.

Harvey: Intense, what a game of possum Cyrus just pulled off here.

The champ locks the parking brake of the cart as he steps out looking at the JESUS who is pinned at the legs between a wall and the cart.

Cyrus: Oh you brought a ref with you Michael, just what I needed to successfully defend this title.

The man then smirks toward Lively who seems to be grimacing in pain.

Cyrus: You are so predicable Lively...I mean this didn't take much thinking to figure out exactly how you would answer my actions. Kind of humorous in a way.

The champ then pulls out a couple of pairs of handcuffs. They clink together as the overhead lights glimmer on the steel as they shake back and forth in Cyrus's hands. The champ locks one set around Lively's right wrist and then attaches the other end to the pole of the carts overhead canopy. Chris Cyrus then repeats the same action with Lively's left hand before slapping him in the cheek like a bitch.

Chase: Harv...he's getting back into that golf cart.

Harvey: He's gonna do it Johnny...he's gonna do it.

Cyrus looks down at a helpless Lively as he is now hand cuffed to the canopy of this cart wedged between a wall. The Xtreme champion slams the gear select into reverse and mashes his foot down on the gas pedal. The cart powers backward down the hall as Michael Lively tries to land ski across the pavement staying upright. The force of speed overwhelms the White Lion as he losses his balance. He falls forward smacking his face on the front of the cart as his feet hit the ground getting drug underneath him. The champ then takes his eyes off the backward direction and looks down at Lively.

Cyrus: Ready you son of a bitch....time to go forward!!!

As Cyrus spews his threat he didn't realize the cart had diverted from it's path and the duo smash into a service cart full of metal folding chairs. The explossion of sound rings out as the clanking of about twenty folding chairs hits the ground and the cart comes to a halt.

The champ, shocked not expecting the crash, fiddles with the gear selector a bit but can't get the thing into forward. He hops out of the cart looking down at Lively who seems to be in lots of pain early on in this match thanks to his impromptu golf game. The ref pants for air as he runs over catching up to the action. The champion looks over to the mess of chairs and they spark his interest. Lively looks up seeing the support pole of the canopy snapped apart in the crash so he slides his right handcuff up and off.

Cyrus takes one of the chairs and holds it high above his head looking down at Lively like a cockroach he is ready to put out of commission with a shoe. Instead of a rubber soled piece of footwear he wields a cold steel weapon of many Xtreme matches. Just as the chair comes down Lively takes his free hand and gets a hold of the champs fruit bag. Lively squeezes with everything he has as he twists his hand pulling downward. Chris Cyrus winces in pain as he drops the chair behind his head. The man trying to yelp in pain can not even making a squeak as Lively tries to squish the champs private grape stash between his legs. Tears well up in Cyrus's eyes as he seems to fade a little from the torture. The challenger senses this and lets go. The champs slumps over sideways holding at his lower half.

The JESUS stands kicking the other support pole trying to break it loose. With about six kicks he finally snaps it free and slides his other hand off as well. The mans tights shredded as his legs seems bloodied and bruised from his little cart adventure. Cyrus begins to stand as Lively takes the loose end of the hand cuff on his right hand in grasp and flat slaps it against the side of Cyrus's face. He follows it up a few times until the champ just lays motionless. Lively grunting in pain and frustration begins patting down the legs of Cyrus as he then finds whets he's looking for in the right pocket of the champs pants, the keys to the cuffs.

Chase: I don't know why he's taking those off, it seemed to make a good weapon once he wasn't attached to the cart anymore.

Harvey: Word!

As the cuffs clank on the ground Lively rubs his wrists which are bruised as well from being drug across the back portion of the arena. Michael Lively looks at Cyrus and then to the mess of chairs. The JESUS sets up two chairs unfolded making a table of sorts as both seat sections are touching together. He turns around just to be kicked in the sternum by the risen champion. Lively doubles over as Cyrus hooks the man in suplex position lifts him in the air then drops him forward so the challenger's stomach crashes into the make shift table of chairs. Lively folds the things in half as he hits the pavement. The champ follows up that move by driving home a few stiff boots to the head of Lively who tries to cover up and roll away.

Chris Cyrus quickly attacks the challenger by dropping down biting his forehead. Cyrus releases his chomp and peppers the same spot with a few fists to cap it off.

Cyrus stands up looking down at Lively

Cyrus: That’s right Lively...I'm the man, not you...I'm the man!!!

Lively gets to one knee reaching out for Cyrus who simply answers that action with a solid right hand to Lively's jaw. The man slumps over sideways to the floor. Cyrus grabs another chair and waits behind Lively once more. The JESUS creeps to his feet turning right into a head ringing chair shot from the Xtreme champion. Lively takes it to the skull and flops backward. Cyrus tosses the dented pile of steel to the ground and dusts his hands off before dropping down hooking a leg for the cover.

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Chase: Wow, I can't believe he kicked out...he's already been through hell.

Harvey: I think this match has just begun.

Chris stands dragging the half dead Lively up by his hair. He sprints down the hall bouncing Lively's cranium off a few items along the way like equipment cases, and then picks up speed, clutches Lively pants and heaves him like a dart into the table at the catering section made up in the back. Lively clears a table like some guy tossed across a bar top and then falls off the end of the table. The champ walks over very confident looking down at Lively covered in sandwiches and juice. Chris picks up a hot dog on the ground, leans down and slaps it across the cheek of Lively.

Cyrus: How’s that Lively...we all know you love the meat slap...

Chase: Wow, the champ is playing in Lively's court.

Harvey: And doing a damn good job might I add.

Chase: Kind of sucks when life spins around giving you a taste of your own medicine.

Chris then throws the hot dog down and slaps Lively once more like a pimp would his corner walking money maker. This lights a fire within Lively who sweeps the champ to the ground with a windmill leg sweep. Lively kips up to his feet and whips a roundhouse into the side of Cyrus's head as he tries to stand. The kick rattles the head of Cyrus as it makes a loud cracking sound. The man falls sideways as Lively tries to refuel his lungs with oxygen. His eyes squint in pain for a moment and then he shakes it off as he sees a coffee maker. The man snatches up the hot pot of brew and waits like a rattle snake ready to strike as the champ begins to stir. Lively holds the pot by the handle as his other hand motions for his opponent to rise. Cyrus makes it upright to his feet shakes the cobwebs loose and turns right into the cracking of this glass pot over his head as it empties out steaming hot liquid all over his face. The mans face is scolded as he screams in pain.

Lively smiles as he has finally mounted an offense and gave this man some much needed pain. Lively then follows up the coffee pot attack with a straight thrust kick lifting Cyrus off his feet sending him backward into the table knocking if over. The challenger then picks up one of the sandwiches takes a bite then opens his pants wiping it's remains on his testicles. After prepping it for delivery the challenger then mashes the thing all over Cyrus's face before spitting the rest on him as a follow up.

Chase: Lively offering up the insult to injury now.

Harvey: What an asshole.

Lively tries to drag his opponent to his feet but catches a stiff shoulder to the gut as Cyrus powers Lively up against the wall. The two battle it out swinging fists at each other back and forth. They tumble to the ground rolling away from the catering area. They battle to upright once more and Cyrus counters Lively with a stiff boot to the nuts.

Chase: Pay back for the earlier similar assault.

Harvey: Similar...Lively flat out grabbed the mans nuts with lethal intent to end any chances of Cyrus having children.

Chase: Particulars...

Lively crosses his legs as Cyrus clotheslines him to the cold hard ground. The champ then drives an elbow into the chest of Lively as a punctuation point. Cyrus stands looking around and spots himself a 2x4 slap of wood. The man quickly acquires it and turns to attack the JESUS with it. Lively ducks the homerun type swing of the wood at his head. Michael Lively Pele kicks the Chris in the head. Cyrus drops the plank of wood and falls backward. Lively waits as Cyrus gets to feet a little woozy. The challenger front rolls then leaps into a clothesline taking down the champion. Lively then moonsaults landing across the chest of Cyrus. The man gets up quickly and drops a leaping leg drop across the throat of Chris.

Lively then stands to contemplate his next attack as the champion lays on the ground in pain. Lively grabs a board with Fluorescent bulbs attached to it laying it out next to Cyrus. He then drags the man to his feet, and hooks him in the position for a pile driver. Lively steps forward and jumps into the air dropping down putting his opponents head through the mess of bulbs. An explossion of white dust and glass shards scatters all over the floor. Cyrus falls to the ground holding the top of his head as Lively rolls over sideways reaching for his ass and legs. The man just sat out on the glass as well as drove his opponent through it. He slides the board of mayhem away and drapes an arm over Cyrus.

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Lively not really shocked, more so impressed by the heart the champ showed. He almost convinced himself that Cyrus would fold. Instead the champ has brought the fight right to Lively controlling most of the match.

Lively rises as his eyes then spot a spool of barbed wire from the Barbwire Cage Match earlier. Lively unravels a strand and cuts it free with a pair of cutters laying on top of the spool. The man then takes the wire wrapping it around his right foot.

Chase: What is he doing?

Harvey: Not sure, but it doesn't look very bright.

Lively then carefully limps over toward the downed opponent with each step driving the barbs into his boot causing him to wince slightly. He ducks down in a sideways stance waiting for Cyrus to get up. The man starts to move and does just that. He looks up just as a barbed wire super kick barely misses it's mark as he leans his face back almost like Neo from the Matrix dodging a bullet. The boot smashes into the brick wall behind Chris Cyrus's head sending the barbs deeper into Lively's foot. Lively stands trying not to put too much pressure on his right foot as Chris jabs him in the face with a right hand. He lands a couple more then pulls back to hit a huge right hand but Lively ducks under it and hits another Pele kick this time loaded with barbed wire. The spikes pierce the flesh on top of Cyrus's head. Blood trickles down the mans face as he falls to the ground.

Lively limps toward his opponent very carefully as the barbs cause him pain. Cyrus stands yanking Lively by the pants driving his head into the brick wall.
Lively's head bounces off the wall as he hits the ground. The champion wastes no time picking Lively up and then German suplexes the man violently to the ground. The White Lion just hits the concrete and sticks there with no motion other then his chest moving up and down as he inhales and exhales much needed air.

Cyrus himself sees the very same spool of barbed wire, and makes his way over there. The man takes off a huge strand for himself and wraps it around his right leg. He then takes a ten foot ladder leaning against the wall and sets it up close to the fallen Lively. Cyrus begins his accent up the ladder carefully moving as the barb wire wrapped around his leg pokes his flesh. The man looks down at the challenger to his title then leaps off with a sit out leg drop. He crashes into the hard ground as Lively moves at the last second.

The barbed wire shoves it's way into Cyrus's skin on his thigh. He rolls over and stands wincing in pain. The fans inside the arena on their feet from the action they are watching on the tron as it unfolds backstage. Lively tries to gather his thoughts and charges toward the champion. Lively is stopped short by a boot to the face. Lively backs off and then catches a Shinning Wizard loaded with barbed wire as the champ nails the move on the JESUS. The spikes stick their way into the cheek of Lively and then violently pull out tearing flesh with them as he falls to the floor with blood starting to spill on his cheek.

The champion takes this moment to free his leg from the barb wire hell by grabbing the cutters at the spool and snipping the strand off his leg. The man then grunts through the pain as he yanks the wire from the skin it's embedded in. The champ turns focusing back on Lively who comes to life at the last second getting up and spearing his opponent to the ground. The JESUS quickly tries to pull the barb wire from his boot but has no luck. The man then unlaces the boot taking it off. He then removes his other boot so he can just go at it in socks.

Chase: Wow, the man is gonna sock it.

Harvey: Well he claims to be an innovator...I think this qualifies.

Lively gets up takes Cyrus by the hair and rams it off the wall as he drags him along the hall.

As Lively tosses the champ to the ground with a hip toss he spots a rack of steel pipes. Lively quickly takes the rack and dumps it on the downed champion. The pipes ring out loud clanging and banging. Some of the steel smack the champion on his gut as he tries to cover up his face. Carefully trying to not roll an ankle Lively yanks the champ up from the pile of pipes. Cyrus quickly hooks Lively and belly to belly suplexes him onto the pile of pipes. The JESUS hollers in pain as his back nails the steel arching him over.

The champ staggers to his feet and tries to put some distance between him and Lively who has rolled over clutching at his spine. Cyrus stands by a door looking toward Lively. The champ gets ready for more action as the challenger get to his feet.

Cyrus: Come on you son of a bitch...come get some!

Lively charges toward the champion. Chris Cyrus has his fists up, then turns knocking on the door. He backs up just as the door swing open nailing the charging Lively. Max Carter looks at Cyrus, then down at Lively.

Carter: Nice...good move champ, now take this guy some where else please beside in front of my office.

Cyrus quickly scoops up Lively trots down the hall, jumps into the air and drives the man down to the ground with a power slam. The sick thud of Lively's spine crashing downward onto the concrete echoes in the air. Cyrus sees a trash can that was intended to be at ringside loaded with street signs and other various weapons. The man dumps it out and hoists it over his head. Lively stands as the can is wrapped over his head.

The JESUS staggers sideways from the shot as the champion follows it up with another shot, and one more which drops Lively to his back. Cyrus tosses the dented trash can to the ground. As it rattles out of the shot he turns to the pile of goodies scattered on the ground. Lively stands still a little wobbly from the head ringing blow he just received. Cyrus grabs a stop sign and turns toward Lively. The challenger then whips a superkick into the stop sign driving it back into the face of the champ. Cyrus's face absorbs the blow and he falls backward.

Cyrus stands up and Lively quickly hooks the man and drops him with a brain rattling DDT to the concrete. Michael Lively rolls over to his knees looking toward the champion. He stands dragging the man up to his feet. He then drags the man down the hall toward the entrance ramp.

They make their way out into the arena as the fans explode with cheers to have the action live in their view. With one single action Lively heaves the man off the stage area to the ground below. Cyrus hits the ground with force as the sound makes the fans close by cringe with sickness. Lively looks down toward the champion, then backs up. He sprints forward jumps off inverting his body in the air for a shooting star press off the stage. The man catches nothing but the raised knees of Cyrus. He falls over to the side clutching his ribs. Cyrus rolls over as well as the fans roar with excitement.

Both men show the toll of this match on their face as the both rise to their feet. Cyrus quickly drapes his arm over the head of Lively and lifts him in the air. The champ drops Lively's head on the ground with a brain buster. Cyrus floats over real fast for the cover. The ref right there to count the pinfall.

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THR----KICKOUT Just in the nick of time.

Chase: I thought that was it.

Harvey: Me too.

Cyrus a little frustrated that the match is still going and the threat of Michael Lively is still present. He stands and climbs back up to the ramp way. He looks over his shoulder at Lively who is still down but starting to move. Cyrus heads down the ramp toward the ring. He then takes refuge to the side of the ring ducking down out of view behind the guard rail. The JESUS gets to his feet, trying to clear his mind. The man then looks around as the fans point toward the ring. Lively climbs up to the ramp way, and heads toward the ring. As sprints in a pair of socks toward the ring he walks past Cyrus. The champ runs up behind Lively grabbing the back of his head and rams him into the ring post.

Lively's skull hits the post with force and he falls to the ground. The champ picks Lively up, and drops him throat first across the guard rail. His Adams apple hits the steel and flips backward. Cyrus steps on Lively's throat and walks over him toward the ring. He bends down lifting the apron to scour the underbelly of the squared circle for more weapons. The fans pop as he pulls out a barb wire baseball bat. Cyrus holds it high into the air. As he turns around as a sock footed super kick hits him in the chin. The bat falls as the low impact of the kick staggers him backward. Lively then plants another kick dropping the man to the ground. The JESUS stands over the man drops down and begins pummeling the champions face with a fury of fists. Lively rises up pleased with the way he has just spun the coin of momentum his direction.

The White Lion then picks up Cyrus sliding him into the ring. Lively reaches under the ring pulling out a table. He unfolds it outside the ring and follows the champ in the ring. Lively stands looking at Chris Cyrus who seems to be getting up to one knee. Lively waits for him to get fully upright, and front flips into a bulldog planting Cyrus face first to the canvas. Lively wasting no time back flips landing a knee drop to the back of the champs head. Lively rolls out of the ring grabs a chair and then slides it into the ring. The challenger then yokes up his opponent by the hair walks him over to the side of the ring where the table looms outside. The champ is then hooked into a suplex hoisted high into the air, and then dropped across the top rope sending the air from his lungs as his mid section crashes into the tape wrapped steel cable. Lively quickly sets the chair up as the man lays draped across the top rope. He sprints across the ring hits the opposite steel cords for momentum, then darts toward the dazed Cyrus. Lively plants a foot on the chair using it almost as a step stool. The man front flips over the top rope and Cyrus sun setting the man. His arms grab the hips of the champion and he slams him through the table with a rolling power bomb. The wooden weapon explodes into pieces as the fans pop with excitement. Cyrus hits the ground below the table after demolishing it with his body. Lively a little stunned from the impact, and moves a large piece of wood away from Cyrus hooking the leg for a cover as the ref jumps out of the ring to count the pin fall.

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THR- KICKOUT BY CYRUS!!!

Chase: How in the blue hell did he kick out.

Harvey: Because he's the real deal...and Lively will find out soon.

Lively looks up in shock as the shoulder of Cyrus made it's way up before the three count. Lively gets to his feet, a bloody mess from this grueling battle thus far. The man walks to the other side of the ring and drops down. He flips the apron up, and slides out two tables shoving them under the bottom rope into the ring. The man stands up, and holds a staple gun high into the air so the camera crew can get a good shot of it. The fans see this and boo for Lively as they hope he falls the victim of defeat here before their very eyes. The man then walks back around the ring toward Cyrus's last known place of rest where the table was annihilated.

As Lively turns the corner he finds no champion just lots of splintered wood. The man looks around for Cyrus when a hand reaches out from under the ring. Lively bends down quickly shooting a staple into the mans hand as it clutched his ankle. A scream of pain comes from under the ring, as the other hand of Cyrus comes out from under the ring with an electric nail gun. It plunges a nail into the left socked foot of Lively. The man drops to his ass yelling in excruciating pain as a nail enters his foot. Cyrus drops the nail gun, rolls out from under the ring with a Singapore cane in hand. He rings it off the skull of Lively a few times sending splatters of blood flying across the mat covering the outside of the ring.

Cyrus then takes the stick to the mid section of Lively wrapping that stick all over Lively's body in violent fashion until it splinters in pieces. Cyrus throws what is left of the handle out to the crowd for a souvenir and rolls into the ring to catch his breath. The man crawls into the corner digging at the staple in his hand. He pulls it free and throws it aside as blood comes from the puncture marks left behind. Outside the ring Lively comes to from the stick assault, and reaches forward at his foot. The man pulls the ten penny nail from his foot as he screams in pain. The sock of Lively stained crimson red as he stands looking up to the ring. He limps toward it, and rolls inside. Cyrus sees Lively entering, and leaps at him with an elbow to the back of the head. Cyrus yanks Lively to his feet as Michael quickly scoops up his opponent into a impromptu T-bone suplex. Cyrus arches his back in pain as he hits the mat. Lively grabs the chair he used earlier as a step stool, and folds it up. As Cyrus stands he wraps the thing over the champions skull. Lively with a few moments to spare, and a chance to think while breathing he plans his next move. Lively takes a table and unfolds it. The man then drags the other table over to the corner climbing to the middle rope, and hoists the second table up setting it up on top of the other so we have a double stack.

Lively jumps down and limps over to his opponent. He drags Cyrus up to his feet and catches a few shots to the stomach. Cyrus battling back whips a chop into the chest of Lively. Cyrus quickly gives a solid shot to the gut of the JESUS and nails him with a rapidly fast impact DDT. Cyrus notices the double stack of tables, and grabs up his challenger. He drags Lively's forehead across the top rope as he pulls him to the corner where the tables stand. The champion bounces Lively's head off the top turnbuckle, and then he hoists him in a back body drop and sets the JESUS on the top turnbuckles in a straddled position facing the fans.

The champ steps to the outside apron, and climbs to the top turnbuckles as well coming face to face with Lively. He pulls Lively up and ducks under his arm.

Chase: He's going for the Straight To Hell through the double stack.

Harvey: this has to be it...please be it!!!

Lively elbows the champ trying to block the move. The two get into a furious exchange of fists on the top rope. Cyrus seems to be getting the upper hand until Lively catches the mans arms in under hooks. The JESUS quickly begins ramming his head into the face of Cyrus repeatedly.

Chase: Nasty head buts from Lively!

Harvey: Ohh...theres blood flying.

Lively finishes off his series of head butts and releases his under hooks shoving the champion to the ground below outside the ring. Lively stands tall, drags the thumb across his throat and leaps out.

Chase: Top rope PRELUDE (shooting star leg drop) to the outside!!!

Harvey: He nailed it.

Lively lays curled up next to the unconscious champion clutching his leg and hip. The man slides over and drapes his arm over top of Cyrus as the ref exits the ring to perform the count.

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YOUR WINNER AND NEW XTREME CHAMPION, MICHAEL LIVELY!!!!

Chase: Damn it...damn it!!

Harvey: There you have it folks Michael Lively just accomplished history. The first man in APW to hold every title it offers.

Chase: Son of a bitch I hate that guy!

Lively realizes he won, and stagers to his feet. The man rolls into the ring leaning against the ropes for support. The ref walks over his new title and the new champion clutches tight in his grasp. The man falls to his knees holding his new prize in the air as his music begins to blare through the arena and the fans shower him with venom and hate.

Just then their mood changes as does Lively's. The sounds of bells jingling start to play over the PA, and then the words "Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus right down Santa Claus lane" ring out. The fans begin singing along with the classic Christmas carol as Michael Lively seems very angered by his celebration being disturbed.

The fans pop with excitement as eight Reindeer begin marching down the aisle dragging a big red sleigh behind them. In that sleigh sits Santa Claus himself whipping the reins on the Reindeer. Next to the man is a small Elf with pointed ears, and a hooked nose.

Chase: It's Santa Claus...I don’t think its Level One this time

Harvey: Have you been naughty or nice Chase?

Chase: Oh I am always nice.

Harvey: What about Michael Lively...what list do you think he is on.

The Elf reaches down picking up a big red sack, drags it out and hands it over to Santa Claus. Lively seems to be steaming with frustration. He has planned this moment out for quite some time. He has waited to become APW's first Grand Slam champion, and now here he is achieving his goal as Santa steals his lime light. Lively turns toward the time keeper demanding a microphone as Santa and his elf climb the stairs entering the ring. The jolly old soul sets down his sack of presents in the center of the ring and looks toward Lively. The JESUS lifts the mic to his mouth.

Lively: Listen, I don't know what you are doing out here...Christmas isn't for a another few days. This is supposed to be my moment, my time. Like JESUS himself, I went down to the pits of hell here tonight, ascended from the flames and walked out the NEW Xtreme champion. So here I am celebrating my massive achievement, and the next thing you know I have a white bearded, red suit wearing, gift giving son of a bitch interrupting my celebration, and you bring the star of TLC's Little People Big World...this is no place for a midget.

Santa snatches the microphone from Michael Lively as the elf kicks him in the shin. Lively looks down at the little guy who scampers behind Santa to hide. The fans explode in cheers as he starts to speak.

Santa: Ho-Ho-Ho, maybe we are here to give you a present Michael Lively?

Lively yanks the microphone back from Santa

Lively: A present for me? So what would the Santa have for little old Michael Lively.

Santa leans forward to speak on the microphone.

Santa: Depends, have you been naughty or nice?

The fans almost tear the roof off of the building by screaming "Naughty" all at once. Lively turns to the fans almost asking them to shush, and points toward Santa as if they might be telling on Lively.

Lively: Well, Santa of course I have been...

Santa rips the microphone from Lively's hands in mid sentence.

Santa: It doesn't matter what you think!!! Santa's Lil helper please get me the list.

The Elf pulls out a scroll, unravels it on the mat, and begins searching the list for Michael Lively's name. The little guy seems to have found it as Santa bends down holding the mic to his Elfy mouth.

Elf: Santa, it says he has been naughty!!!

The fans roar with excitement, as Lively stomps his foot. The newly won title over his shoulder falls down and he clutches it firmly in his grasp. Lively then snatches the mic back once more.

Lively: So, there you have it...I'm NAUGHTY. I don't need any presents, I am the Xtreme champion. So for being naughty what do I get now some coal, don't scare me with you big bad coal.

Santa shakes his head no, then levels the man with a huge clothesline. Lively turns inside out from the force of the blow.

Harvey: Holy shit Lively is getting what I wished for Christmas...Nice.

Chase: We asked Santa for the same thing, sweet!

Santa clutches the new Xtreme champion by his hair yanking him forcefully to his feet. He ducks down, then scoops the man on his shoulders, he whips him around nails him with a F-5. Lively hits the mat with extreme force. Santa's hat falls off as he stands up and rips his beard off.

Harvey: OHHH MY GOD....IT'S THE IRISH HAMMER SABUR!!!

Chase: He's Santa...WOW!!!

Sabur then rips the red jacket off his torso, and the Elf peals the fake ears and nose off to reveal himself as Sabur's trusty sidekick, his buddy named Lil Dick the midget. The tiny fellow walks over toward Lively and blows a snot rocket on the downed man.

Chase: Who knew we would see the return of Sabur and his Lil Dick.

Harvey: It's Christmas, miracles can happen, and he just performed one hell of a miracle here this evening by making Lively shut his frickin mouth.

Sabur bends down talking shit to Lively who lays out cold on the mat. He grabs the Xtreme championship looks at it very intensely. His eyes show a vengeful spite as he then drops the belt over Lively's face. The big man stands raising his arms in the air as the fans roar for his return. Sabur's Lil Dick takes his place between his legs as they pose for the cameras.

Harvey: What a match, and an even bigger finish!!! Wow this PPV has been insane!

Chase: What’s next?

Harvey: NO, don't ask that!!

[President Jeff]

A promo video for the Main Event is shown

Ferrari: The following contest is your APW Christmas Chaos main event! It is scheduled for one fall and is for the APW Heavyweight Championship of the World!

Harvey: This is it, folks, this is the moment Slade Craven has been waiting for, a shot at the APW Championship!

Chase: I think he should have had to wait a lot longer myself!

Harvey: Whether you agree with the fact that Slade earned his shot or not, you can't argue against his heart and desire! I believe that is why he got this shot here tonight!

Adema's “The Way You Like It” hits the speakers, and the fans come to their feet as Slade enters the arena to thunderous cheers! Strobe lights flash about the arena as he runs down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans as he goes down.

Ferrari: Making his way to the ring first, the challenger, weighing in tonight at 235 pounds, from Dallas, Texas, “The Main Man” Slade Craven!

Harvey: The fans are certainly hoping that Slade is able to unseat Level-One here tonight!

Chase: They can hope all they want, it's not going to change the fact that Slade Craven is simply over matched here tonight! I don't see how he'll possibly be able to defeat Level-One!

Harvey: These matches aren't decided on paper, they're decided in the ring! Slade is certainly capable of surprising you here tonight!

Slade slides into the ring and hops up on the nearest turnbuckle, raising his arms to pump up the fans! He then runs to the opposite turnbuckle, and does the same. He ends up doing this on all four turnbuckles before going the center of the ring, removing his jacket and shades, awaiting the arrival of the champion. The fans boo loudly as Lupe Fiasco's “Put You On Game” plays through out the arena, and red and blue lights flash brightly. Level-One emerges from the back, and raises his APW Heavyweight Championship belt high in the air, drawing loud boos from the fans. He sneers as he makes his way down the ramp.

Ferrari: And his opponent, weighing in tonight at 273 pounds, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he is the APW Heavyweight Champion of the World, Level-One!

The champ continues to head to the ring, refusing to look at Slade Craven. Even when he gets in the ring, Level-One turns his back to the challenger as he raises his belt up once more!

Harvey: What disrespect shown by Level-One here tonight! It's like he's not even acknowledging the existence of Slade!

Chase: And why should he? Slade has done nothing to earn his shot here tonight! It was given to him!

Harvey: Slade has just as much a right to be in this match as Level-One does!

Level-One hands his belt to the ref, who raises it high in the air before handing it to Tony Ferrari. The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

APW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE MATCH
Level-One vs. Slade Craven

Harvey: Well, folks, it main event time!

The two men meet in the middle of the ring, but Level-One just looks over Slade's head, not locking eyes with him for one moment. Slade has an annoyed look on his face, and Level-One continues to just overlook him. The fans are chanting “SLADE! SLADE! SLADE!” as Level-One keeps disrespecting Slade Craven. Finally, Slade has had enough, and he slaps Level-One right across the face! Level-One's mocking demeanor immediately switches to intense anger, as he responds with a hard punch right to the face of Slade, sending him staggering back! As Slade takes a couple of steps back, Level-One steps in and grabs him in for a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Level-One then follows up by giving him a few hard stomps to the chest before reaching down and grabbing him for another Belly-to-Belly! Level-One turns his back to Slade again to mock the crowd as Slade slowly makes his way to his feet. Level-One turns back in time to see Slade get up to one knee, and Level-One immediately gives him a hard boot the head, sending Slade back down to the mat! As Slade lays face down on the mat, Level-One mounts his back and begins to pummel Slade in the back of the head! The Main Man is able to get his hands to protect the back of his head, but Level-One is still doing some damage with the haymakers he's throwing! As he's throwing his fists towards Slade, Level-One is yelling at him, “You're nothing, Slade! You're nothing!” The fans' boos grow louder and louder as Level-One dismounts and pulls a slightly dazed Slade up to his feet. The APW Champion whips Slade towards the ropes, and Level-One catches him on the rebound for another Belly-to-Belly!

Chase: Level-One keeps using the Belly-to-Belly Suplexes to show Slade that he can do whatever he wants to Slade in that ring! Slade hasn't gotten a lick of offense in this match yet! Slade is definitely not in Level-One's class!

Harvey: The match is still early! Level-One will make the mistake of underestimating him, and if Slade's able to take advantage of that, then he could still pull this one out!

Level-One has an increasingly confident look on his face as he reaches back down to pull Slade back up, and hooks him in for yet another Belly-to-Belly! However, Slade adjusts himself in mid-air, and lands on his feet behind Level-One, who has dropped to the mat following through the suplex. Like a flash, Slade turns around, and goes for a standing Leg Drop, but Level-One rolls out of the way and gets to his feet as Slade crashes into the mat! As Slade is seated, Level-One gives him a hard knee to the sternum, sending Slade back into the mat! Level-One goes for the first pinfall attempt of the match
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Harvey: Because Level-One does outweigh Slade by about thirty-pounds, even if Level-One knows that he won't beat Slade at the given moment, the amount of effort and energy Slade has to exert to get the bigger man off of him will take it's toll as this match goes along!

Chase: Face it, Harvey, Slade is over-matched here tonight! He still has yet to hit with any sort of offensive maneuver!

Level-One still has the confident look on his face as he pulls Slade back up and whips him towards the corner! Level-One comes charging in, going for a Running Big Boot to the head! Slade ducks out of the way at just the last second, getting Level-One caught up on the ropes! Slade quickly springs off the ropes perpendicular to Level-One, Dropkicking him from the side and sending Level-One spilling out to the floor! Slade grabs the top rope, and as Level-One slowly gets to his feet, The Main Man slings himself over for a Slingshot Plancha! Level-One sidesteps it, causing Slade to crash hard into the floor! Level-One pulls him back up by the head and rolls him back into the ring. Level-One steps onto the apron and enters back into the ring, giving Slade a couple of stomps for good measure. Level-One takes his time, stomping different parts of Slade's body with delayed emphasis on each stomp. The fans are booing louder and louder as Level-One continues to yell at Slade that he's nothing! After about a half a dozen stomps, Level-One grabs him by the head and pulls him up to his feet. Once up, Level-One grabs a hold of Slade's arm and drags him in for a Flipping Clothesline! Level-One maintains his grip on Slade's arm, pulling him back up to give him another Flipping Clothesline! Level-One stands over the downed Slade, raising his arms and taunting the crowd before going down for a cover
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Level-One has an angry look in his eyes as he glares at the referee. Level-One pulls Slade up with him as he gets to his feet. Level-One goes for a slug to the face, but Slade gets his arm up to block, and connects with a punch of his own! Level-One tries to fire back, but again, Slade blocks it and responds with a punch to the face of his own! Slade then gets the advantage, nailing Level-One with punch after punch, the fans coming alive with each blow! After about five shots to the face, Level-One counters with a knee to the gut, stopping Slade's momentum, grabbing him in for another Belly-to-Belly Suplex! The force of the Suplex sends Slade flying across the ring, and he rolls and falls out of the ring!

Harvey: Just when Slade looks like he's going to get some momentum, Level-One stops him right in his tracks!

Chase: It's what I've been telling you this whole match, that Slade Craven is quite simply over-matched here tonight! Level-One is proving that Slade is beneath him, he's flat out embarrassing him!

Level-One yells at the ref to count Slade out. The ref begins the count
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Chase: Level-One doesn't care how he beats Slade tonight, just that he leaves Los Angeles as the APW Heavyweight Championship! He'll take the count-out, not that he needs to!

Harvey: Come on, Slade! Get back in there!

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Slade slides into the ring right in the nick of time! Level-One has a sneer across his face as he goes right in towards Slade and begins to stomp him again and again, not even giving Slade a chance to stand up! He grabs a hold of the top rope, stomping a mudhole into Slade! The ref gets in there, telling Level-One to let go of the rope! After the 4 count, Level-One lets go, and takes a few steps back, motioning for Slade to get to his feet! As Slade gets up, Level-One gives him a stiff kick to the gut! Level-One then pulls him up onto his shoulders, and goes for the Darkness Shine! However, Slade is able to counter into a DDT, sending Level-One's head crashing into the mat, and gets the crowd to pop!

Harvey: What a counter from Slade Craven there! This could be the opening he needs!

Chase: Had Level-One hit with that move, this one would have been over!

With Level-One down on the mat, Slade pops to his feet, runs towards the opposite ropes, and delivers Rolling Thunder to Level-One, to a great response from the crowd! He then gets up and gets to Level-One's legs, grabbing the left leg, and performs the Leg Lock DDT, smashing Level-One's left foot and ankle into the mat! He then pulls Level-One back up to his feet, gets behind him, and hits with a series of three Rolling German Suplexes! The crowd is firmly behind the Main Man as he gets back up to his feet and appeals to the crowd! As he reaches down to pull Level-One back up, Level-One gives him a thumb to the eye, drawing boos from the crowd, and a warning from the ref. As Level-One gets to his feet, he grabs a hold of Slade and whips him towards the ropes. Slade ducks the attempted Big Boot on the rebound, and responds with a Flying Forearm of his own on the way back! He then catches Level-One with a Japanese Arm Drag, followed up immediately with a Wishbone Leg Drop! Slade keeps the pace fast and furious by pulling Level-One right back up to his feet and whipping him into the corner, running in with a Shoulder Tackle to the gut before jumping up and performing a Monkey Flip on Level-One! The fans are going wild for Slade as he climbs the turnbuckle, and leaps off, drilling Level-One with a Corkscrew Moonsault! He goes for the cover
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Slade stays on the attack, mounting Level-One and giving him a volley of fists to the face before dismounting and pulling him back up to his feet. Slade whips Level-One towards the ropes, but Level-One reverses it, and he catches Slade on the rebound with a Back Body Drop! The air and hang time Slade gets as he is tossed in the air is quite impressive, which makes the landing that much more painful! Slade clutches his back in pain as the crowd boos the champion!

Harvey: Slade looked like he was getting momentum, even getting a near fall on the champion!

Chase: But just as soon as Slade got a bit of hope, Level-One shut him right back down! This one's all academic from here!

Level-One reaches down to pull Slade up by the head, and hoists him up for a Stalling Suplex! The champ lets the blood rush to Slade's head for quite some time before finally slamming him down into the mat! The fans are enraged as Level-One grabs a hold of Slade's legs, and hooks in the Boston Crab! Level-One has the move cinched in tight, and Slade struggles to crawl to the bottom rope! The fans clap in unison to inspire Slade, and it works, as he's able to get a hand on the rope after being in the move for about a minute! Level-One scowls as the ref starts the mandatory five count, and let's go on four. The ref tries to hold Level-One back to give Slade a chance to get up, but Level-One shoves the ref aside, and runs in towards Slade, giving him a kick to the head that sends him spilling out through the ropes and down to the arena floor! Level-One takes a moment to soak in the boos of the crowd before stepping out of the ring and heading towards the downed challenger. The confident champion reaches his prey, and pulls him up by the hair, and goes to ram his head into the apron. Slade gets his hands up to block it, and give Level-One a quick elbow to the gut before grabbing a hold of Level-One's head and repeatedly bouncing it off of the apron! The fans cheer loudly as Slade slams Level-One's head into the apron again and again, counting along, “1...2...3...4...5!” After the fifth shot, Slade rolls Level-One into the ring and hops up onto the apron, grabbing a hold of the top rope, slinging himself on top, and springing off to hit with a Springboard Leg Drop! The fans cheer loudly as Slade goes for pin
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Slade remains focused on the task at hand, getting to his feet, and motioning for Level-One to do the same. As Level-One reaches his feet, Slade winds up and nails him with a Spinning Back Elbow to the midsection, which hunches Level-One over! Slade then jumps up and flips in the air, driving his leg across the back of Level-One's head and neck, hitting with the Mercy Drive! Slade goes for another cover
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Harvey: Slade has really picked the pace of this match up, and that's exactly what he needs to do to be able to win this one!

Chase: Not to say that Level-One can't wrestle at a fast paced style! His style is very quick, but the key is which one of them is dictating that pace! Slade would prefer a faster match, although Level-One can work at any tempo.

Back in the ring, Slade is pulling Level-One up to his feet, but Level-One clocks him with a punch right to the gut on the way up! The champ then pulls Slade in for Bear Hug, lifting Slade completely off of his feet, trying to squeeze the air out of him! Before Level-One has the hold in for too long, Slade boxes his ears, forcing the champ to let go! Slade then leaps up for a High Drop Kick, sending Level-One back down to the mat! Slade is up to his feet first, and runs towards the ropes, gaining momentum to catch Level-One with a Running STO right as he gets to his feet! Slade then grabs a hold of Level-One's leg, entwining it with his, and falling forward to grab a hold of Level-One's face, locking in an STF! The fans are on their feet, yelling “Tap Out! Tap Out! Tap Out!” Level-One's face is turning red as Slade pulls back on the head and neck, trying to wear down Level-One! The champion uses his brute strength to drag Slade and himself ever so closer to the ropes, and eventually manages to get a hand on the bottom rope. Slade's frustration is evident as the ref starts the count, and Slade releases the hold immediately. Slade takes a couple of steps back, allowing Level-One to slowly make his way to his feet, and once the champ is up, Slade runs in, grabbing a hold of his head and jumping up to spring off the ropes, spiking Level-One's head into the mat with a Springboard Tornado DDT! Slade then pops up to the top rope, and looks back at Level-One to measure him up for a beautiful Moonsault! As Slade is in the air, though, Level-One rolls to the side, sending The Main Man crashing and burning into the mat! He gets up to his feet, and pulls Slade up, whipping him into the ropes and driving him into the mat with a thunderous Spine Buster! Level-One then takes back control of the match, locking Slade's head and arm in for a Triangle Chock! Slade struggles mightily as the fans try to encourage him, but there's just no escape from this hold when Level-One has it locked in. Slade's free arm is flailing as he tries to escape, but it's not long before he shows some signs of fading. After a few moments, his arm goes limp, and he stops struggling. The ref grabs his arm up, and it drops right back down to the mat. “1!” The ref grabs it up again, and again it drops. “2!” The crowd is pretty deflated at this point, upset that Level-One's victory is near as the ref raises Slade's arm one last time, but this time, Slade gets his arm up, and seems to have a renewed sense of strength! Slade shimmies his lower body around so as to get his foot on the bottom rope, which he's just barely able to do! The ref starts the mandatory five count, and Level-One refuses to let go! The ref warns Level-One that he will disqualify him, and Level-One tells him to go ahead! The ref then gets in to try and break up the hold, forcing Level-One to release it. Level-One then angrily gets to his feet, and has very strong words with the ref as Slade gathers himself on the mat!

Chase: I don't think Level-One expected Slade to show the kind of heart and determination we've seen from here tonight!

Harvey: I don't think Level-One ever doubted Slade's heart, just his ability in the ring! But from what we've seen here tonight thus far, I'd have to say that Slade has indeed surprised Level-One with his ability to hang with him in this match-up! It was a slow start for Slade, but since Level-One got himself caught up in the ropes earlier in the match, it's been a back and forth contest!

As Level-One continues to yell at the ref, Slade gets to his feet, and gives Level-One a Front Drop Kick to the back, sending Level-One falling face first to the mat! Slade then tries to lock on an Armbar, but Level-One powers his way out of it! Both men get to their feet at roughly the same time, and begin to trade blows in the middle of the ring. The fans do the whole “Yay! Boo!” chant as the two men slug it out! “Yay! Boo! Yay! Boo! Yay! Boo! Boo! Boo!” Level-One soon gets the advantage, and backs Slade up into the corner, brutalizing him with a combination of fists, forearms and elbows, before grabbing him by the head and back, twisting him around, and tossing Slade shoulder first into the ring post! The fans boos and the ref chastises Level-One as the champ pulls on the back of Slade's singlet, grabbing him up for a German Suplex! Level-One bridges his back, pinning the challenger,

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Level-One's scowl is present as he pulls Slade back up and grabs a hold of his head, getting behind him to perform the Randy Orton Backbreaker! The fans boo loudly as Level-One reaches back down to pull Slade back up in position for a Powerbomb! As the champ has Slade up in the air, Slade gives him a few punches to the face, and attempts to go for the Hurricarana, but Level-One is so strong that Slade doesn't take him down! Instead, Level-One uses his strength to pull Slade back up, and gives him an extra vicious Powerbomb for trying to counter! Level-One folds Slade up like an accordion, pinning him,
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Harvey: What an impressive show of strength by Level-One, but also an impressive show of fortitude by Slade to kick out after all Level-One has thrown at him this match!

Chase: Level-One is champion for many reasons, and that move there is proof of it!

With Slade down and out, Level One signals for the end. Level One lifts Slade up and slowly hooks his arms for the Level Advance. Slade, unhooks his arms free, shoves Level One into the ropes. Level One hit’s the ropes, comes back and gets kicked in the gut, and out of no where, Slade hit’s the FLY FLY! Level One bounces back to the mat. The fans are cheering as Slade jumps at Level One, hooking the near leg for the cover. The crowd counts along.
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Chase: So close

Harvey: That’s why Level One is the world Champion. He knew exactly where he was in that ring

Slade looks at the ref and shows him his 3 fingers. The ref tells Slade that Level One’s foot was on the rope. Slade is up and see’s Level One slowly making his way to his feet. Slade begins stomping his foot on the mat.

Chase: Sounds like he’s going for the Kilq Kick.

The fans clap with each stomp Slade makes. Level One stands up, and Slade goes for the Kilq Kick, but Level One ducks it and lifts Slade up for the Darkness Shrine. Slade struggles out of it, landing behind Level One. Level One turns, and Slade goes for the Kliq Kick again and Level One ducks and Slade connects with the Ref.

Harvey: THE REF IS OUT!

Chase: What a Kick that was. It would have been over for Level One he Slade would have connected with him.

Slade can’t believe he kicked the ref and then checks on the ref. Level One sneaks behind Slade and low blows him. Slade grabs his groin and falls over and Level One goes outside the ring and grabs the APW World Title from the Time Keepers table.

Harvey: What’s he doing with the belt, he didn’t win this match. The match isn’t over.

Level One, with the title in hand, gets back into the ring. Level One gets in position and motions with his hand for Slade to get to his feet. Slade is up and not knowing what’s behind him, turn and Level One nails Slade in the head with the championship belt. Slade is down and Level One shakes the referee awake. Level One covers Slade and the ref counts slowly
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The arena erupts with the biggest pop of the night.

Harvey: How did Slade do it!

Chase: I think that few extra seconds in the slow count from the ref saved him

Level One is upset. He slams his fist into the mat and then grabs the ref, pulls him to his feet and throws him up and over the top rope. The crowd boo’s as Level One begins walking towards Slade and the boo’s turn into cheers as Slade jumps up and nails the KLIQ KICK! Level One falls in the center of the ring and Slade covers. The crowd counts, but there is no ref. Suddenly, another ref is running down the aisle. He slides into the ring and counts
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Chase: What a match this is.

Harvey: This is the kind of match you end the year with

Slade stands up and see’s the belt lying in the ring. Slade picks the belt up, looks at it and slides it out of the ring. Slade lifts Level One up and brings him to the corner and chops him. Slade throws Level One to the opposite corner and Level One reverses it. Level One runs at Slade and Slade gets a boot up in Level One’s face. Level One stumbles back and Slade comes at Level One with punches. Slade then kicks Level One and goes for the Fly fly again, this time, Level One catches Slades foot, spins him around and kicks Slade in the gut. Level One then throws Slade towards the corner and Slades runs up the ropes. Level One quickly runs and clotheslines Slade’s knee. Slade falls on the top rope. Level One quickly hooks Slade up and pulls him out of the corner.

Chase: He has him in the Level Advance!

Harvey: Slade can’t get out of it

With Level One bringing Slade to the center of the ring, Slade is trying to get out of it and then Level One sits down and nails his finisher. Level One rolls Slade over to his back and covers him
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WINNER AND STILL APW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: LEVEL ONE

Chase: He did it again

Harvey: Level One is still the APW World Champion

Chase: Is there anyone who can beat this man

Level One’s music plays over the PA System and the ref hands him the belt and raises his arm and title in victory. Level One climbs each turn buckle as the fans boo him

Chase: But you have to give credit to Slade, he have Level One a run for his money that’s for sure

Harvey: What a match this was, but whats next for APW. President Jeff got kidnapped by EWC, and who will be next in line to fight Level One

Chase: We won’t be back until January 6th 2010 for Overdrive. So Until then folks, for Darren Harvey, I’m Johnny Chase. Have a merry Christmas and a happy new year

Harvey: See you all in 2010

Level One continues to celebrate as Snow Flake confetti begins falling from the rafters as Christmas Chaos comes to an end.