Overdrive - Tampa, Florida (01/12/12)

[President Jeff]

Pyro shoots from the stage and the camera pans through the crowd as the fans are on their feet in excitement for seeing APW. The camera then cuts to ringside with Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase

Harvey: Welcome everyone to Thursday Night Overdrive/color]

Chase: If you missed last weeks show, then shame on you. APW has been invaded by companies being represented in the Survive and Conquer match, including GIW and PW

Harvey: It was uncalled for what they did last week. But APW will not go down without a fight!

Chase: Lets talk about tonight‘s show. We have 8 matches set to take place, when was the last time that has happened?

Harvey: Its been a while, but one match I am looking forward to is the ring return of both Level One and Terry Marvin who will be facing each other tonight

Chase: I am as well. Also Nathaniel Havok taking on Keaton Saint should be a good one too

Harvey: And our main event will see Kurt Noble taking on Blade

Chase: All this and more

"Shooting Star" by Black Stone Cherry begins to play and a green hue fills the entrance as the fans jump to their seats, cheering at the top of their lungs. After a few moments, the curtains part and APW Undisputed champion C.J. Gates comes out from the back, with the title around his waist. He stops at the top of the ramp, bopping his head to the beat, before he raises his arms into the air and points out to the fans. Gates tags hands with a few fans as he makes his way down the ramp, making sure to check over his shoulder before sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. He quickly gets to his feet and climbs up the nearest turnbuckle, raising his arms into the air. He points out to the fans once more before unhooking the belt and raising it high to even more cheers. He climbs down off the turnbuckle and places the belt over his shoulder before grabbing a microphone.

C.J. Gates: I'm sure all of you saw how Overdrive ended last week.

The crowd boos, remembering that last weeks main event ended with tons of interference. C.J. nods his head.

C.J. Gates: I wasn't happy about it myself. I was hoping that Johnny Rebel and I might be able to resolve our differences and move on from what has happened between us. I was hoping that by the end of the night, he would see that things aren't always as cut and dry as he seems to make them out to be. That I hold the APW Undisputed title for a very good reason. But unfortunately, that wasn't on the agenda for a few of the so called outsiders.

Gates shakes his head and paces the ring.

C.J. Gates: In one night the entire landscape changed. The ones that were given the opportunity to sign up, to showcase what they have to offer in front of these awesome APW fans, they took it upon themselves to make their mark in this federation. Galveston Island Wrestling, Azrael Goeren, Seth Black, BAD ASS, Juan Ramirez, Paradox McSweeney...each of them had a hand in turning everyones attention from looking toward Survive and Conquer to looking over their shoulders.

Gates makes a quick circle in the ring, scanning the crowd before resuming his pacing.

C.J. Gates: We all know that it won't end there. We all know that in the next two weeks, more attacks will be made and more APW Megastars will be targeted, and I for one, am tired of it. I've spent the better part of the last year defending myself against one attack after another. I've been jumped from behind, bashed over the head with anything my opponents could get their hands on. What we need to do, as a collective group under the same APW banner, is rally together to show these so called outsiders that they can't just come in to APW and turn it into their own dart board. It means that we will have to work together with people that we may not see eye to eye with. We need to stand strong and show them that no matter what they try to do, they're only going to end up hurting themselves in the long run.

The fans cheer as Gates stops pacing and turns toward the entrance ramp.

C.J. Gates: And as much as it might pain me to say it, given everything that has happened between us, I will also have to work with Johnny Rebel to stand up against these attacks. We might push each others buttons Johnny, but we just might have to look past that to turn aside your 'friends' from PW. Wouldn't you agree?

#SIMPLY
#F'N
#PUT

“Smoke on the Water” by Deep Purple blasts through the loudspeaker and “Simply Put” Johnny Rebel comes bursting through the curtains with the Overdrive championship wrapped around his waist. The usually cocky Rebel isn’t wasting any time getting down to the ring as he hops up on the apron and demands a microphone.

Rebel: Well, C.J., we finally have something in common! We’re both sick and tired of the outside shenanigans that ruined my chance to defeat you once and for all. I had you right where I wanted you until those thugs decided to stick their nose where it didn’t belong! But don’t you dare blame this on me, Gates! It’s only because of your love affair with Kurt Noble that drew Azrael Goeren out in the first place. If he wasn’t so hell-bent on getting a hold of Noble than he wouldn’t have interrupted our match! If Goeren had stayed out of things than surely PW would have been kept at bay and finally I would have pinned your shoulders to the mat. Don’t try to pin this on anybody but yourself!

Gates stands in the middle of the ring shaking his head.

Gates: Only you, Johnny, could pin something that I had absolutely no part of on me! Look… I don’t like the sneak attacks and having to constantly watch my back anymore than you do. But we both know that they aren’t going to come to an end until a winner is declared at Survive and Conquer. Let’s face it: if we spend the next few weeks chasing one another than we’re going to end up on the outside looking in. The reality is we need to be at one hundred percent heading in to the S&C match or we’re going to be the first ones thrown over the ropes.

Rebel meets Gates challenges with his own head shaking. He holds his hand up interrupting the APW Undisputed Champion.

Rebel: Let me get this straight… you want me to partner with you? After all that we’ve been through, you can’t realistically expect us to work together, can you? Looking back over time there are several things that were born to be together: peanut butter and jelly, Kurt Noble and his cane, even beer and hookers! However, Johnny Rebel and C.J. Gates? I don’t know if there has ever been a pairing that didn’t belong together more than the two of us! But I guess the saying “opposites attract” is in play here. Ever since Biggs hung up his boots for that ridiculous sombrero he’s been wearing with the Studmuffin’s, the two of us have become the best this place has to offer. If we don’t protect home turf than who’s going to?

Gates is weary of Rebel’s plan to join forces, and who could blame him? All Rebel has done is cause C.J. headaches. However, Gates is listening…

Gates: What do you suggest then?

Rebel: Here’s the deal… outside this ring we can’t pretend like the other doesn’t exists. However, when they decide to make their presence felt again inside the APW ring, we put our heads together and make sure they regret ever throwing their name in Survive and Conquer! Agreed?

Rebel sticks his hand out for C.J to shake but you can’t blame his hesitation to accepting the Overdrive champion’s deal. Gates raises the microphone to his face and shakes his head.

Gates: I’ll tell you what… when you back up all of this talk with some action than I’ll shake your hand in the middle of this ring. However, right now? I just can’t do it. People like you one have burned me too many times before to put all my eggs in one basket. Let’s see you put your money where your mouth is and then I’ll make my decision. Until then? Go big or go home!

Gates drops his microphone as his theme music plays throughout the arena, leaving Rebel in the ring with both hands on his hips.

Harvey: Wow! It’s no secret that Rebel isn’t exactly the most trustworthy on the planet but I’d never believe Gates to be the one to back away from an alliance to eradicate the scum from APW!

Chase: I can’t blame him… I don’t think I’d shake Johnny Rebel’s hand either! You never know where that thing has been.

Harvey: We’ll be back right after this!

[President Jeff]

The scene opens up backstage, as the cameras follow DeSean Covington, Chaz Dillinger's assistant down the hallway. He seems to be eager to get to his destination, nervous about walking alone. He stops in front of Jason Kash's locker-room, looking around to see if anyone is coming. He slowly opens the door and peaks inside, seeing that the coast is clear.

DeSean: Hell yeah, nigga!

The cameras follow him into the locker-room, as he quickly skims the room, looking for something in particular. DeSean spots a bottle of watter sitting in a locker, and walks over to it. He grabs it and notices the sweat dripping off the sides.

DeSean: Dis nigga just opened this thang'! Perfect!

DeSean reaches into his pocket and pulls out a foreign powder substance. He then opens the bottle of water, and pours the substance inside. After closing the bottle back up, he shakes it vigerously and places it back on the locker shelf. All the sudden, the door handle is jiggeled, and the door cracks open. DeSean dashes into the shower room, and the voice of Jason Kash can be heard.

Kash: Wait, what? What do you mean you left the damn taco in catering? Is it that damn important!?!?

The locker-room door closes once again, and Jason Kash is gone. DeSean sighs in reliefe, waits a minute, and exits the locker-room and we go to ringside


Paige: The following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall.

As the bass of Johnny Cash's great, God's Gonna Cut You Down, echoes over the arena, smoke arises at the top of the ramp, followed by yellowish-orange pyro scattered on the top of the ramp. Out from the back, emerges Alexander Starr, wearing his black wrestling tights, with lightening-like designs on them. He struts down the ramp, not high-fiving the fans, but focusing on the challenge ahead of him.

Paige: Introducing first: from Chicago, IL; he weighs 210lbs...ALEXANDER STARR!

"Got The Life" fills the arena as a shadow appears up in the rafters as the crowd are in an uproar. Chants of "The Grave Stalker" & "You Need Help!!!" are split amongst the capacity crowd. Donovan Caine stretches out gripping a black rope sliding down from the Rafters into the Squared Circle. He's wielding a Steel Black Bat pointing it around the Arena at various fans smiling sickly. He then takes off his black trench coat, gives it to the referee and tosses the bat to the outside. Caine's cold dead eyes are well placed upon Alexander Starr, already in the ring, and the entrance ramp. Before he can properly smoke fills the arena especially the ring. It's a bitter fog and finally he's announced....

Paige: Introducing next: He was born in a shallow grave, and weighs 210lbs; he is ‘The King of the Dead’...DONOVAN CAINE!

Donovan Caine laughs, lets out a high pitch screech making the announcer run off before awaiting the match to begin.

Darkness. There is the sound of a bell being tolled. “For Whom the Bell Tolls” begins to play. The song plays for one minute and 43 seconds before the main riff of the song kicks in and John Dionysus walks from behind the curtain – it is the only ostentatious event in the whole entrance. He takes a few steps forward and soaks in the response from the crowd, rotating his arms around his body and limbering up for the in-ring action. After about ten seconds Dionysus walks towards the ring.

Paige: Introducing the final competitor: from Boston, MA; he weighs 255lbs...JOHN DIONYSUS!

Dionysus stops as he reaches the end of the gangway, skips on his toes for a few seconds and then slides under the bottom rope into the ring.

Triple Threat Match
Alexander Starr vs. John Dionysus vs. Donovan Caine

The ref brings the three APW debutants together and issues a few instructions, presumably to keep the match clean and to issue a good luck message to each of them. The ring bell sounds and the match officially begins.

Harvey: I always look forward to seeing these matches between new APW Megastars.

Chase: Personally, I’d rather they were given dark matches....literally!

Harvey: What do you mean by that?

Chase: Make them wrestle in the dark so nobody has to see how horrible they are.


It’s a tentative start with all three men looking at each other and circling the ring, punctuated by the occasional feint forward. Eventually Donovan Caine steps forward towards John Dionysus looking for a collar-elbow tie-up, but Dionysus uses his extra bulk to quickly place Caine in a side headlock. Alexander Starr, who has been watching with interested, tries to blindside Dionysus, but Dionysus reads this and releases Caine to deal with Starr by pushing him away. Caine wastes no time and seizes the opportunity to grab Dionysus and headbutt strongly which causes Dionysus to stumble towards Starr who unloads a few stiff jabs. Caine & Starr take the opportunity to double team Dionysus, whipping him into a corner and taking turns to unload some hard punches to the body.

Harvey: Alexander Starr and Donovan Caine gaining the early momentum in this match.

Chase: I look for smarts whenever someone new joins APW and I think this is very clever by Starr & Caine to try and eliminate the more powerful athlete early in this match.

Starr and Caine continue their double team whipping Dionysus across the ring and he crashes chest first into the turnbuckle. Caine charges across the ring and connects with a Stinger splash on Dionysus; Starr comes and grabs Dionysus in a rear waist lock, pulling Dionysus of the turnbuckle and throwing him over his shoulders with a German suplex which he bridges for the pin attempt. However, Caine is wise to this and bounces off the ropes and lands a standing elbow drop onto Starr breaking the pin attempt. Both Starr and Caine are quickly on their feet and a staredown ensures. Starr seems to be unhappy with Caine and issues a few words to the effect; Caine stands firm and stares blankly with his cold eyes.

Harvey: Well I think any alliance between these two has turned out to be short-lived.

Chase: They need to be alert because...

...John Dionysus comes from behind and clubs Starr on the back of his head with a forearm, sending Starr to the mat. Caine comes in at Dionysus, but the latter gets the advantage lifting a knee into the midsection of the ‘Grave Stalker’ and runs him face first into a turnbuckle. Dionysus turns to Starr who is back on his feet and tries to throw him over the top rope, but Starr lands on the apron. Dionysus bounces off the ropes and runs across the ring knocking Starr off the apron and to the arena floor with running knee. Dionysus gives Starr a stare that speaks a thousand words, but it gives Caine a window of opportunity that he is quite happy to jump through by poking Dionysus in the eye. Dionysus stumbles away clutching his face, this allows Caine to go behind Dionysus and rake his back. Caine, forcing the issue, whips Dionysus against the ropes and drops him to the mat with as stiff elbow to the head. Caine makes a cover...

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Starr breaks the count.

Harvey: Double handed fist drop from Starr to make the save.

Chase: You couldn’t sell discount beer to an alcoholic.


Caine is up and scurries to a corner holding the back of his head. Starr wastes no time though and starts pounding Caine with some hard body shots to immobilise ‘The King of The Dead’. Starr walks over to the opposite corner and charges across the ring at Caine and connects with a jumping knee to the face that emits the sickening thud of Starr’s knee smashing into Caine’s temple. From the second rope Starr grabs Caine into a headlock and then launches himself into the air and pulls Caine with him to land the bulldog. Starr rolls Caine onto his back and covers...

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Caine kicks out!

Starr gives the ref a look that suggests he isn’t happy with the count speed. Starr pulls up Caine and whips him against the rope. However Starr makes the common mistake of bending down for the back body drop and taking his eyes of his opponent. Caine takes full advantage by kicking Starr in the shoulder. Caine uses the ropes again for momentum and drops Starr with a shoulder block; Starr is quickly to his feet but before he can blink Caine drops him again but this time with a running clothesline. Caine stomps around the ring and plays to the crowd a little by exhaling another of his high pitched screeches.

Chase: This guy gives me the creeps.

Harvey: Something tells me you’re not a fan of clowns.

Chase: [Panicking] WHERE? WHERE? WHERE ARE THE FRICKING CLOWNS?

John Dionysus gets back to his feet, Donovan Caine spots this and greets him with the not-so-friendly gesture of a swinging arm, but Dionysus is wise it, ducks, wraps his arms around Caine and drills him into the mat with his signature ‘Above The Cut’ body lock suplex. The impact is so great that Caine rolls under the bottom rope and out of the ring clutching his back. Dionysus turns his attention to Starr who is still on the mat, but playing possum and as Dionysus approaches Starr drops him with a drop toe hold and swiftly moves into the anklelock. Starr drags Dionysus to the centre of the ring and wrenches harder. Dionysus is already showing all the signs of agony: the ‘constipated’ look on his face, the frantic scrambling for the ropes. However every time Dionysus gets close to the ropes Starr drags him back to the centre of the ring. The game looks about up and Dionysus looks ready to tap out when Donovan Caine re-enters and breaks the hold by headbutting Alexander Starr.

Harvey: We’re seeing there one of the advantages of being in a triple threat match. In a normal singles match Dionysus would have had to tap out for sure.

Caine is all over Starr again and whips him against the ropes, but Starr holds on for dear life. Caine charges at Starr but does so straight into a spinebuster. Starr turns his attention back to Dionysus and tries again to put him in the anklelock, but this time Starr is unsuccessful because Dionysus twists onto his back and uses the power in his legs to push Starr into a turnbuckle. Dionysus moves quickly and unloads a punching combination of jabs, body shots and a powerful right hook that spins Starr around a full 180º. Dionysus takes Starr into a reverse headlock, pulls away from the turnbuckle and pounds Starr’s upper body with four forearm clubs before connecting with a swinging neckbreaker to complete his ‘Cerebral Bore’ signature move. Dionysus covers Starr...

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Harvey: Another near fall in this match – these three debutants seems to me to be equally matched.

Chase: Equally matched in mediocrity maybe.

There is a stare-off between Dionysus and Caine which quickly turns into an exchange of stiff rights. Caine drops to one knee which gives the impression that Dionysus has won the exchange, but as the latter moves closer Caine springs up and folds Dionysus in half with a powerful punch to the gut. Caine then takes Dionysus down with an arm drag and follows this up with a standing elbow drop to the throat. Caine bounces off the ropes looking for second elbow drop but sees Starr getting to his feet. Caine runs at Starr, but Starr shows great presence of mind to sidestep and take Caine down into an armbar. Starr doesn’t really have much of a chance to apply any pressure and gain the submission because Caine quickly scrambles across to the ropes and the ref forces Starr to release the hold.

Harvey: We’re seeing already the styles favoured by each of these wrestlers: Alexander Starr the technician and submission expert; John Dionysus using a combination of powerful slams and strong strikes; and then there is the throwback style of the wily Donovan Caine.

Chase: If this guy is the Grim Reaper or whatever why doesn’t he just kill these guys dead.

Harvey: I don’t think it quite works like that.

There is another trade-off of punches, this time between Caine and Starr, which Caine wins courtesy of a Mongolian chop followed by a drop toe hold that plants Starr face first on the bottom rope. Dionysus charges at Caine, but ‘Grave Stalker’ shows he is ever-alert and sidesteps, pulling on the top rope, causing Dionysus’ momentum to send him over the top and outside. Starr sneaks behind Caine and rolls him into a school boy pin...

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Harvey: Well done referee! We only want clean wins here in APW.

Chase: Do you seriously watch the same show that I do?

Starr starts to argue with the referee, which is a bit foolish because now Caine has the chance to roll Starr into a pin, which he does...

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Dionysus breaks the count.

There is more brawling from Dionysus and Caine, but it ends badly for Caine because Dionysus puts him down with his finisher the Fait Accompli (Black Hole Slam). Alexander Starr runs in and tries to surprise Dionysus with the Windy City Whisper (Jumping Reverse STO), but Dionysus is strong enough to reverse and keep hold of Starr, manoeuvring him into position to connect with the Fait Accompli. Dionysus covers Starr...

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Winner: John Dionysus

Harvey: There you have it – a great win for John Dionysus on debut.

Chase: I’m just glad that creepy guy didn’t win.

John Dionysus gets to his feet and with little or no reaction he rolls out of the ring and heads backstage. Alexander Starr and Donovan Caine look on; both no doubt disappointed to have lost the match.

[President Jeff]

The cameras head backstage where a Survive and Conquer montage has been set up. Standing in front of the camera is interviewer Cindy Shannon and Blade. At the sight of him, the fans in the arena begin to taunt him and boo louder.

Cindy: With me tonight I have for your pleasure, APW Megastar BLADE!!!.


Cindy pauses and looks up a Blade who towers over her.

Cindy: Blade, let me start by saying it looks like you are going to get quite the reaction out there tonight, are you going to be able to keep your calm and put on a performance of a lifetime in the Main event.

Blade: Cindy, let me tell you something. All of the fans that are out there booing want me to succeed. They know I am great and with each decibel that they raise the roof, they fuel my desire that little bit more. Kurt Noble will be in for one hell of a tough time tonight because I intend to make my mark not only on Noble’s forehead, but on the whole APW universe.

Cindy: You are sounding as confident as ever, but even though you guys are headlining the show, do you feel like your match may be over shadowed by the returns of Level One Terry Marvin.


Blade: Cindy, don’t head the same way that Nickels did, you don’t want to see me angry. Lester and Terry can fight their own battles and hype their own match, but this here is all about me. You see, my refusal to enter the Survive and Conquer match has left me wondering what I will be doing and how to steal the show. So I posed the question that I should make tonight as interesting as I can because I intend to be staying at the top for a while.

Tonight should be all about me; it’s about time that i got recognized for my potential, Kurt Noble will merely be a pawn on my playing board; it’s time for him to stop choking and move out of the way because no matter how short lived his spotlight was, it has nearly all but burnt out paving the way for the NEW ERA, the Era of Blade.


Cindy: Last week you were cheap shotted from behind, do you actually have anything to say about that? Maybe that will be on your mind that Yarmouth Blade may be lurking in the shadows again?

Blade: Ha! You are serious right? I dealt with him last week, again I feel like you are losing focus on what is right, what is me…


Voice: Excuse me…

Blade is interrupted by a voice as he turns around to see who it is. A referee is approaching him carrying a concealed object.

Referee: excuse me Blade, Somebody has left this near your locker room and asked me to deliver it to you.

The referee lifts up a cloth and hands Blade the object.

Blade: Are you trying to be funny?

The referee shakes his head as Blade wields the object; a large rubber sword. He swings it to one side and throws it on the floor.

Blade: I’ve had enough of this…Interview over…

Blade pushes the referee out of the way knocking him back into the camera as he forces his way down the corridor towards the locker room area and we go back to ringside

Harvey: Next up we have two up and comers here in APW, both looking to make a name for themselves this evening.

Chase: Both of these losers lost their loser based losing bouts last week and tonight only one of them will be crowned King or Queen of the Losers.

Harvey: Will you... I think what my collegue was trying to say was both Boyer and Yarmouth Blade will be looking to prove themselves on the back of their defeats last week. With that said, let's take it over to Paige.

The lights go down in the arena and a red spot light spans all over the crowd as they boo loudly then red and white pyrotechnics blast of at the top of the stage and Yarmouth Blade comes out and swaggers down to the ramp ignoring the fans.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring at this time, from New York, New York he is Yarmouth Blade.

Harvey: And there he is, all six foot nine of Yarmouth Blade.

Chase: If I'm Brandy Boyer, I have to be wondering how I deal with a man his size. It may be too much for her to overcome tonight.

Yarmouth Blade climbs in to the ring with his face looking ice cold.

Chase: Clearly Yarmouth Blade has splashed some cold water on his face prior to this bout.

The arena goes dark as the opening guitar sounds for Mötley Crüe's "Kickstart My Heart" roars through the arena. The song picks up with the guitar riff as bright white strobes flash all around the stage. Then once the song really kicks in then out from the back runs Brandy full speed. She runs around in a circle on the stage before stopping at the top of the entrance ramp. She looks out at the fans for a second before grabbing the crotch of her pants with one hand and raising her other hand high in the air with her middle finger up.

Paige: And the opponent, making her way to the ring, from Anchorage, Alaska she is Brandy Boyyyyyyy-eeeeeeer.

Harvey: Boyer not exactly endearing herself to the crowd either.

Chase: You know sometimes I think we should trust the crowds opinions more.

The crowd roars in disapproval which only puts a smile on Brandy's face as she slaps herself across the face once with each hand then tears down the ramp at full speed towards the ring. Brandy slips under the ropes and lays on the mat, looking around at the crowd on her stomach for a second before rolling on her back and doing a kip-up to her feet. Brandy then heads to the ropes, stepping up on the bottom and second rope and flipping off the fans once more with a smile before jumping to the mat and running the ropes to warm up before the match

Brandy Boyer vs. Yarmouth Blade

Just as Brandy turns her attention to face Yarmouth Blade, she is instead met with a boot directly into her face, flooring her in the process. Yarmouth Blade keeps up his attack with a series of vicious stomps down upon the buxom features of Ms. Boyer. Yarmouth Blade continues his series of stomps until the referee steps in the break up the attack with Boyer in the ropes. Yarmouth Blade attempts to continue his attack but is pulled away. As the referee drags Yarmouth Blade away from Boyer, Yarmouth Blade begins to have a wordyman dispute with the referee. Boyer attempts to use this distraction to her advantage but as she goes for the sneaky roll-up behind Yarmouth Blade, Yarmouth Blade catches her by the hair and pulls her back up to her feet. Without giving her a second to recover, he hooks her up in a suplex and drops her down on the mat hard. He floats over on the suplex for the pin.

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Harvey: Boyer manages to get the shoulder up! Yarmouth Blade being vicious in this match from the off-set.

Chase: Clearly not showing the slightest bit of regard for battling a member of the fairer sex.

Harvey: When you're Yarmouth's size, against male or female he'll be throwing his weight around.

Yarmouth Blade becomes frustrated at the kick out and again begins to bicker with the referee. This time claiming that the count was slow. As he continues his argument, Boyer gets to her feet and immediately jumps on the much larger Yarmouth Blade's back, locking in a sleeper hold as she does so. Boyer clings on tightly as Yarmouth Blade attempts to throw her off by shimmying from side to side. He continues to shimmy to little success and begins to get worn down by Boyer's hold. Yarmouth Blade drops down to one knee and as he does so, Boyer manages to get him to such a level as to drop him with a reverse DDT.

Harvey: Quick thinking from Boyer there.

Chase: When you're battling a man like Yarmouth Blade, especially when you are the size of a Brandy Boyer, the only option you have is to wear him down. You have take him off his base or he's going to dominate you.

Boyer continues her offence by climbing up upon the top rope. She sits patentiately as Yarmouth Blade gets back up to his feet. Looking to hit a missile drop kick but as she launches herself towards Yarmouth Blade, Yarmouth Blade meets her head on literally, head butting her and she flies towards him.

Chase: That's it, she's dead.

Boyer crumbles to the mat as Yarmouth Blade nurses his own head. After a few moments, Yarmouth Blade manages to regain his sense and drop down for the pin.

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Chase: HOW DID SHE KICK OUT?

Harvey: Who knows what's running in her tank but it must be almost at empty by this point.

Yarmouth Blade can't believe that Boyer managed to kick out. He gets back up looking completely shocked by the resolve of Boyer but he's quick to shake off the initial shock. He composes himself again and turns his attention back to Brandy but as he walks towards her, she manages to get enough energy to tie him up in a small package.

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Harvey: Quick thinking again from Boyer but Yarmouth Blade powers out easily.

Chase: Sadly in a battle of size, you have very few options open to you.

Yarmouth Blade jumps back up to his feet, continuing to look frustrated at the resilience of presented by Boyer. Once again he pulls Boyer up by her hair and begins to take measure of her but as he takes his time in doing so Boyer manages to swing a few wild punches his way. Boyer throws lefts and rights like crazy as Yarmouth Blade slowly backs away. However, Boyer manages to create enough space between herself and Yarmouth Blade that Yarmouth Blade is able to give her a solid kick to the gut. The gut kick is swiftly followed by a Blade Stunner.

Chase: STUNNER! STUNNER! STUNNER!

Harvey: What has got in to you today?

Yarmouth Blade hooks to get and goes for the pin.


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Winner: Yarmouth Blade

Paige: Here is your winner, Yarmouth Blade.

Harvey: And Yarmouth Blade puts down his first notch in the win column here in APW.

Chase: I'll go buy him his crown.

Yarmouth Blades music hits as he stands over a limp Brandy Boyer. The referee raises his hands as the fans half cheer and half boo him.

Harvey: A great Victory for Yarmouth here this week after his defeat to the REAL Blade last week. I guess this kid was just out of his depth.

Chase: And it looks like he is about to be out of his depth once more.

As Yarmouth Blade is about to exit the ring, Blade has jumped over the railings on the other side and rolled into the ring wielding a steel chair. He charges at Yarmouth who turns around and takes a chair shot to the head for his troubles. Blade pulls him back into the ring and sizes him up for another shot. He lifts the chair over his head and brings it crashing down onto a motionless Yarmouth Blade’s head.

Harvey: Damn, Blade’s hot headed streak really shone through there; I think we need to get some EMT’s out here…

Throwing the chair to one side Blade reaches into his back pocket and pulls a microphone from it raising it to his mouth.

Blade: Consider payback a bitch told you last week not to mess with me; make sure you don’t do it again… I am the real Blade you imposter, when you get that through into your thick skull maybe you will wise up…

Blade throws the microphone to the canvas and exits the ring as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Overdrive finds itself backstage in company of the man who is holding both a clipboard and pen. He is also a suited gentleman. He is stomping around the backstage area mumbling to himself about “work conditions”. The camera finally catches up to him.

Harvey: Phil Atken? What on Earth is going on here?

Chase: Atken's here? I got a call from him earlier in the week, he said he had a thing or two to say about a thing or two with President Jeff.

Harvey: Is that an exact quote?

Chase: I think so.

Atken finally finds himself outside the office of President Jeff. He tightens his tie and checks over the papers on his clipboard one more time before knocking on the door.

…No answer.

Atken knocks on the door again and again recieves no answer.

Atken: Jeff, I made an appointment with your voicemail, I know you're in there. Let your buddy Phil in. I mean come on, it's me, the P-Atk.

Harvey: What does that even mean?

Phil begins to jostle the handle of the door but with no results, the door is locked.

Atken: JEFF! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! WE NEED TO TALK! I AM AN IMPORTANT MAN WITH IMPORTANT THINGS!

Phil begins to drive his shoulder into the door in an attempt to break it open.

Atken: I HAVE IMPORTANT PAPERS IN MY FANCY CLIPBOARD, STOP WATCHING FAMILY TIES RE-RUNS!

He gives to door one last push before giving up on the entire affair.

Atken: Or maybe he's busy.

Just as Phil is about to walk away, a jogging Cindy Shannon shoves a microphone in his face.

Cindy: Phil, I just have to ask. What do you have on that clipboard?

Atken: Well Cindy, I'm glad you asked because sadly El Presidente Jeffward is avoiding me like I caught the plague. In my hand I hold a petition that asks Jeff to cancel the Survive and Conquer match for the good of the entire APW roster.

Cindy: Does it have any support?

Atken: Well not yet, I was hoping I wouldn't have to use it. I was hoping I could just meet our Dear Leader in person and iron this whole mess out this evening. Sadly he's locked his door and hid under his desk so he's left me no other option.

Cindy: What do you care about Survive and Conquer, you're not even in the match?

Atken: Well Cinds, if I can call you that, I care about the well being of my APW compatriates, I would never wish ill on any one of these fine upstanding men and women but Jeff, he's letting them be attack from behind. Not to mention from the side and lest we forget, from the front, by these ruffians from other promotions. He's welcoming these people in to attack us and no one is safe. Not even me or you or him or her. I came here tonight to let Jeff see sense but if he's not willing to meet me, I'll force him to see sense.

Tonight I'm going to meet all of the Overdrive roster and I'm certain they will support my cause. On Sunday, I'm going to Asylum and if Jeff is too much of a coward to meet me, I'm sure Mr. Schmidt will see things my way. Next week, I'm coming back to Overdrive and I'm coming with support so huge Jeff will not be able to ignore my cries.

I'm here for a better APW Cindydoodles, I'm here to protect everyone in this company even if management won't. I'm here to bring an end to Survive and Conquer.

With that Phil literally skips away, confounding Cindy as he does do.

Harvey: What nonsense, no one is going to support that egomaniac on his crusade!

Chase: I don't know, he has a point. I don't feel safe at this broadcast table right now.

Elgar’s “Pomp & Circumstance March no.1” pumps majestically from the PA system and everyone in the arena groans as they realise what this means. After a few seconds “The Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar steps from behind the curtain with a microphone.

Harvey: I thought this guy left Overdrive last week.

Chase: Shut up Harvey! Show some respect – tea anyone?

It is needless to say he is immaculately dressed in the finest Saville Row suit, but I’ve said it anyway. Julius does his best to ignore the booing from the audience and soon begins to address whatever is on his mind.

Julius: There is no need to thank me. I know you are certainly pleased to see me; after all my departure to Asylum has left a void nobody can fill, not even the return of Uncle Fester, or whatever his name is.

The crowd boo, or at least those who understand the referent of this miserable joke.

Harvey: Uncle Fester?

Julius: So I was at home preparing for my imminent, and certain to be spectacular, debut on Asylum and I started to think about all of you poor souls in the attendance. I’ve seen tonight’s card so I felt duty bound to come here and at least provide a sprinkling of entertainment. You don’t have to thank me.

The crowd try to boo louder.

Julius: I know you would all much rather see me wrestling over all of the halfwits that will stumble around that ring tonight like a bunch of loose tarts on a night of drunken debauchery in Southend and try to pass it off as the pinnacle of athleticism, but alas my contract no longer allows me to compete here on Overdrive. However, unlike Phil Atkens, I know how to entertain the fans of APW with a microphone. Although when I look at you now and see how repulsive you all look I scarcely think you deserve my higher brand of quintessentially English entertainment.

More booing.

Julius: So without further ado allow me to give you something for which you may remember this show. It’s a video presentation I’ve put together about a man I have come to admire in recent weeks: a man who is the only person in APW who may be considered to have a semblance of the class and sophistication I have; a man who is for yours truly a paragon of authority, administrative excellence and a company hero; a great man, my boss – Mr. Reginald Schmidt.

A video dedication to the Asylum General Manager Mr. Reginald Schmidt is played on the big screen. It’s a real big mushy video of Schmidt’s finest moments as Asylum GM interspersed by long stills of Reginald’s cheesy smiling face played to the cheesy vocal notes of Enrique Iglesias’ ‘Hero’. At nearly two and half minutes in length it is two and half minutes too long for good taste. It finishes with a still of Reginald’s face with the caption ‘Reginald Schmidt: An Action Packed Hero’.

Julius: I am sure you all agree with me that was a truly inspiration video dedication. Now I request that you all join me in a minute’s applause for Mr. Reginald Schmidt.

There is a silence in the arena (other than the sound of Julius’ hands clapping) as nobody really quite knows how to respond what has just happened.

Harvey: Er, well, this is a bit...

Chase: ...Awkward?

Harvey: Yeah.

Julius continues to clap, beaming smile on his face, seemingly oblivious to the fact nobody else is clapping. After the minute is up ‘Land of Hope & Glory’ begins to play again which stimulates booing from the crowd. Julius goes through the motions of waving to the audience even though he couldn’t give a crap about them, and they about him. He eventually moves backstage, that same beaming smile plastered across the width of his face.

We go to a commercial hyping Survive and Conquer

[President Jeff]

The bubbling sound is the first thing heard as the cameras cut to the backstage area. Not in the hallways but out in the parking garage where the workers and staff of the event are parked. Production trucks with Big APW logos plastered on the sides lining the area and there are staff members running rampant as the show continues. Jason Kash comes into the shot and he has a 17 inch Water Bong in his hands. Some lowly staff member with "Ring Crew" on his shirt is lighting a lighter to the bowl of the bong and Kash is filling the glass bong with white smoke. After clearing the bong and blowing out thick clouds of smoke, Kash wipes his mouth and passes the bong to the Ring Crew guy. Kash takes the lighter and sparks it to the bowl for the staff member and begins to speak like he's continuing a conversation.

Jason Kash: I think he ate bad Tacos or something..I went into the Bathroom to see if he was alright cause you could hear him groaning in the hallway. I thought he found a friend or something. Dude has bubble guts BAD!!

The ring crew guy chokes and coughs, not being able to clear the chamber of the bong. Water splashes around inside as the camera gets a clear view of the bong itself. Kash holds it up and looks inside at the near brown water with chunks of black ash and burnt weed floating around. Kash swirls the water around as the Ring Crew guy looks up and asks about the bong.

Ring Crew Staffer: How long has that water been in there? It smells like sewage..

Jason Kash: Ohhh when was One Night In Hell? I bought this bong the night after the show and it's had the same water in it since! I'm waiting on someone to fuck around and let me dump this on them...you interested?

Laughing, Kash puts the bong back to his mouth as the Ring Crew guy lights the lighter. Close by hiding in between some cars comes Nathaniel Havok and Chaz Dillinger. Havok has a finger against his mouth, telling Chaz to keep quiet. Kash fills the bong with thick white smoke and clears it in a few lung fills. He holds in the last amount and passes the bong to the Ring Crew Staffer. As soon as the bong is in his hands, his eyes light up wide as Havok and Chaz Dillinger rush the scene attacking Kash from behind. Kash coughs, the smoke still in his lungs and the attack makes it come up wrong and Kash coughs even harder, slobber dropping from his mouth as Havok and Chaz lay into him with fists.

Chaz grabs Kash from behind, holding his arms as Havok snatches the water bong from the Ring Crew Staffer. Havok shoves the staff member hard with one hand and sends him out of the scene. Looking at the bong, Havok smiles and lifts up Kash's head so they can see each other eye to eye. Havok smells inside the bong and pulls away quickly. Kash still coughing, saliva hanging off his chin from coughing so hard and being punched repeatedly by the double teamed attacked.

Havok: Tell the big man I'm sorry, the laxative was meant for you. But I guess this plan worked out better, after all!

Havok arches his hand with the bong back, about to crash it across Kash's face but he stops as the water inside slushes around. Havok looks at the bong again and you can see an idea has entered his thoughts. Chaz looks over the shoulder of Kash at Havok as The Leader of The Cult smiles a very grim smile.

Havok: You know Kash, I myself have been known to indulge in herbal medication. I can see why it's so appealing to you. But tonight, you let it get the best of you. If it weren't for this shit, you wouldn't be as vulnerable right now, would you?

Nathaniel slaps Kash across the face one again, and then looks back at the bong with a genius idea.

Havok: By the way, I heard what you said about the water, Kash. It'd be a damn shame if it went to waste, wouldn't it? If there's one thing I learned from watching The Waterboy, it's that wasting water is bad policy!

Nathaniel chuckles.

Havok: And what do ya' know! You look a little parched. Hey Chaz, hold him.

Kash struggles and Chaz Dillinger steps down on the back of Kash's leg to put him on his knees. Dillinger takes hold of him and pounds down into his face as he stands above him. Holding his head tightly, Chaz props Kash's face upwards as Havok stands and begins to pour the Bong Water into Kash's face. Kash closes his mouth and Havok stops pouring. He takes a few steps back and comes in at a rush, booting Kash in the side of his face and he goes limp. Chaz pulls him up and prys open Kash's mouth and Havok resumes the pouring. Filling his mouth, rolling down the sides of his face. After the last bit falls from the bong, Havok closes Kash's mouth and plugs his nose. Kash comes back too and struggles but eventually has no choice but to swallow. Havok laughs and then smashes the glass bong over Kash's head. At the very second the Bong Glass shatters you hear a loud roar. Chaz drops Kash and scrams out of the scene, Havok follows him in a hurry as Odin Balfore comes stumbling into the scene with his pants down around his ankles.

Odin Balfore: I came as soon as I heard, some Ring Crew guy came and scared me half to death. Bursting into the stall and passing out after whispering Kash and then tacos...You alright man?

Odin bends over and grabs his pants, his Sponge Bob Boxer Shorts stick out at the camera and Sponge Bob gets BIG on Odin's ass as the camera cuts back to ringside. Kash coughing up water and now bleeding from the broken bong. We go back to ringside


Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The fans pop to their feet and cheer as “Sexy and I Know It” begins to play over the speakers. The lights start flashing alternately between yellow and pink, and The Studmuffins make their entrance dressed in leopard print trunks, vests, and white fedoras. They pump their fists and thrust their hips on stage before heading down to the ring, hitting on the women as they go along. Biggs follows along in slacks and a T-shirt with his fancy ring jacket.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, accompanied by “Stunning” Stan Everdeen and Biggs, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 238 pounds, Sr. Guapo!

Harvey: The Studmuffins were unsuccessful in their bid to defeat the Tag Team Champions Warren Peace and Rick Sader last week, but tonight, they face off in two separate singles matches.

Chase: This is their chance to prove that Biggs' concussion didn't impair his judgment about them!

Once they enter the ring, both Sr. Guapo and “Stunning” Stan begin to gyrate, and remove their vests before throwing their fedoras into the crowd. Biggs grabs a hold of the mic and begins to speak.

Biggs: Now I know last week the Studmuffins came up short against the Tag Team Champions, but that will only be a minor speed bump on their route towards claiming the APW Tag Team Championships! Warren Peace and Rick Sader, if the two of you had any guts at all, you would put those belts on the line against my guys at Survive & Conquer!

The fans cheer at this. Biggs smirks, obviously not used to being cheered. He hands the mic to Sr. Guapo.

Sr. Guapo: I may have been the one pinned last week by Rick Sader, but I make this promise to each and every one of the mommies in the crowd tonight, that is the last time Rick Sader defeats Sr. Guapo in this ring! If the two of you have the cajones, give the Studmuffins a shot at the APW Tag Team Titles!

They wait for a moment, but when Sader's music doesn't hit, Stan takes a hold of the mic.

Stan: They must be chicken or something.

Sr. Guapo: That just won't do, having chickens for the APW Tag Team Champions, especially with to very sexy men like us in the APW tag team ranks!

Stan: Wanna see my impression of Rick Sader and Warren Peace?

At this point, “Stunning” Stan Everdeen begins to strut around the ring like a chicken, clucking and flapping his imaginary wings. Sr. Guapo is cracking up, but before long, they're interrupted by the sound of “Where Eagles Dare,” by the Misfits. The crowd boos loudly as Warren Peace and Rick Sader make their way onto the stage with the APW Tag Team Belts clasped around their waists. Warren has a mic.

Warren: What makes you two clowns think that you deserve a shot at our APW Tag Team Championships? As I've said before, the two of you are nothing more than a lame, rehashed joke! But I'll tell you what, if both of you can beat Rick and I in our respective matches tonight, and that's a very big if, then Rick and I might think about it. No guarantees, just that we'll think about it.

Biggs: Warren, Warren, Warren. I know what you're trying to do here, because I've done it myself. You're trying to get the mental edge over the Studmuffins, but whereas I pulled it off with dignity and class, you just come off as well, a chicken!

Both Sr. Guapo and “Stunning” Stan strut around the ring again, clucking while the fans get a loud “CHICKENS! CHICKENS!” chant going directed at the tag champs! Warren just shakes his head as “Where Eagles Dare” begins to play again. The Tag Team Champs head down the ramp towards the ring.

Paige: And his opponent, accompanied by Warren Peace, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is one half of the APW Tag Team Champions, Rick Sader!

Biggs and “Stunning” Stan exit the ring as Rick steps up onto the apron and holds his Tag Team belt high. Warren just looks on from the floor as Rick gets into the ring and removes his leather jacket. The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Sr. Guapo vs. Rick Sader

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The two men tie up in the middle of the ring, and Sader gets a quick Side Headlock applied on his opponent. He wrenches the hold a bit, putting more torque on Sr. Guapo's head. Rick tries to ride the headlock too long, though as Sr. Guapo shoves him off towards the ropes, and catches him with a Standing Dropkick on the way back!

Harvey: It was Rick Sader who pinned Sr. Guapo last week when these two teams faced off. I would wager that Sr. Guapo wants revenge this week!

Chase: That was a no-duh statement if ever I heard one!

As Rick makes his way back up to his feet, Sr. Guapo shoots him to the ropes once more, catching him with a Japanese Arm-Drag! Rick is back up and gets another Arm-Drag for his troubles! On the next time up, Sr. Guapo gets a hold of Rick and pulls him in for a Northern Lights Suplex! He bridges his back into a pin, 1
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Winner: Sr. Guapo[/center]

Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Sr. Guapo!

Harvey: A decisive win for Sr. Guapo here tonight!

Chase: It's almost as if Rick Sader decided not to show up at all tonight!

“Sexy and I Know It” begins to play as Sr. Guapo stands to his feet and begins to dance. He's joined by Biggs and “Stunning” Stan, and Stan begins to dance with his partner. Rick holds his chest in pain as Warren grabs a steel chair on the outside!

Harvey: Oh no! Warren Peace has the chair!

He slides into the ring, and Biggs turns around just in time to get clocked right on the head with the steel weapon!

Chase: Oh no! That can't help with his concussion!

Both the Studmuffins turn around to see their manager down, and Warren has just enough time to crack Sr. Guapo across the face before “Stunning” Stan is in there to knock the chair out of his hands! The two men begin to brawl as the ref calls for the bell and officials run down the ramp to try and break things up!

Harvey: Well, it looks like Warren Peace versus “Stunning” Stan Everdeen has started early! The officials are coming down to try and restore order so we can have that match up after the break!

APW Overdrive cuts to a commercial break.

[President Jeff]

APW Overdrive comes back from commercial with Warren Peace and "Stunning" Stan Everdeen both being held back in opposite corners by officials, while Biggs is being helped up the ramp by Sr. Guapo.

Harvey: Welcome back, folks! Just before the break, Sr. Guapo defeated one half of the APW Tag Team Champions, Rick Sader in quick fashion, but after the match, Warren Peace, the other member of the Tag Champs, attacked The Studmuffins' manager, Biggs, with a steel chair! From there, all hell broke loose, and the officials have just now regained control long enough to get the match up officially started!

Chase: I hope Biggs is okay! He suffered a severe concussion just a little over a month ago that forced him to retire from in-ring competition!

Rick Sader has a disgruntled look on his face outside the ring as the ref calls for the bell, and the other officials let Warren and Stan go! DING! DING! DING!

Warren Peace vs. "Stunning" Stan Everdeen

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The two men immediately come to fisticuffs in the center of the ring, trading wild blows left and right, back and forth until "Stunning" Stan tries to pull Warren in for a Suplex. However, Warren blocks the attempt, and takes Stan right down with a vicious DDT! Warren is quick to mount Stan, and punches him slowly and deliberately in the head again and again with such ferocity and force, finishing the combination off with a hard elbow right between the eyes! Warren goes for a cover, hooking the leg, 1
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"Stunning" Stan powers out, sending Warren rolling to the side. Warren is quick to his feet, and he catches Stan with some more hard punches to the side of the head as the bigger man tries to make his way up.

Chase: Warren Peace is trying to keep "Stunning" Stan off of his feet! Warren stands six feet tall and weighs 200 pounds. He's not a small man. But "Stunning" Stan is six feet, seven inches, and tips the scales at 265 pounds, so it behooves Warren to keep him grounded!

Harvey: As much as I dislike Warren Peace, I will never underestimate him, not after how he single-handedly won the APW Tag Team Championships in that Triple Threat Tag Team match at Christmas Chaos!

Warren is continuing to utilize the downward punches, not giving Stan any chance to make it to his feet, and Warren knocks him back down to the mat with a Short Dropkick right to the face! Stan rolls onto his back and Warren is quick to go for another cover, 1
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Kick out from Stan! Warren just shakes his head, yelling out "You're nothing but a joke!", trying to discourage Stan as he pulls him back up by the head. On the way up, Stan gives Warren a hard elbow to the midsection, hunching him over! Stan quickly takes him down with a Fireman's Carry, followed up by a Seated Chinlock! Warren is trying to scratch and claw his way out of the hold. As Stan realizes he's about to lose the hold, he releases it and gets to his feet, waiting for Warren Peace to rise, taking him right back down with a German Suplex! He goes for a cover, 1
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Harvey: For as much as Warren Peace has derided the Studmuffins, we're seeing a lot of technical skill from "Stunning" Stan Everdeen here tonight. Do you think maybe this match might change Warren's mind about the Studs?

Chase: I highly doubt it! Warren is on a mission to destroy the business of professional wrestling, and nothing says professional wrestling like the over-the-top antics of the Studmuffins!

Stan stays on the attack, giving his opponent a few hard punches before pulling him back up to his feet. Stan shoots him into the ropes, and catches Warren in an Abdominal Stretch on the rebound! Warren grits his teeth in pain as Stan has the hold cinched in!

Harvey: This is a normally painful move made all the more dangerous by Stan's height!

Stan is extremely focused, but Warren is skilled enough to gut through the pain and manages to pull himself down a bit, sending Stan flying over with an almost Armdrag like maneuver! The fans boo as Warren gives Stan a hard knee to the back of the head, which sends Stan back down to the mat! Warren then follows up with a series of Double Knee Drops to the forehead of "Stunning" Stan, taking his time between each one to give Stan time to think about what's coming!

Chase: Warren Peace is being very methodical and deliberate in that ring, and it's working for him very well so far in this match!

After the fifth Double Knee Drop to the head of "Stunning" Stan, Warren grabs a hold of Stan's arms, dragging him closer to the corner. Warren then makes his way up to the top rope, glaring down at Stan before leaping off and nailing him with a Diving Double Knee Drop! Stan holds his face in pain as Warren quickly crawls over to make a cover, 1
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Kick out from Stan!

Harvey: Warren Peace almost had him there!

The fans get a loud "STUD-MUF-FINS! STUD-MUF-FINS!" chant going, trying to will Stan on! Rick Sader yells at the fans in front to shut up, but this just prompts them to chant louder! Warren has an annoyed look on his face as he pulls Stan up by the head and drags him towards the turnbuckle. Warren climbs up to the second ropes, and looks to pull Stan up in position for a Piledriver, but Stan has a hold of the ropes! Warren tries to yank him up, but to no avail, and Stan instead sends Warren flying to the middle of the ring with a Back Body Drop! Warren arches his back in pain as Stan pulls him up, shoots him towards the ropes and drills him into the mat with a Samoan Drop! He makes the pin, 1
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Warren kicks out at the last moment! The fans get a "Let's go Stan! Let's go Stan!" chant going as Stan just stays focused, waiting for Warren Peace to make his way back up. As he does, Stan scoops him up for a Bodyslam! Warren is up again, and again, he gets a Bodyslam! Warren makes his way up once more, and Stan drives him into the mat with a third Bodyslam! "Stunning" Stan puts an exclamation point on it by gyrating in the middle of the ring, drawing loud squeals of delight from the women in the crowd! As Stan is pulling Warren up into position for a Powerbomb, Rick Sader sees that Warren is in trouble, so he grabs a hold of one of the tag belts and slides into the ring! Stan sees him coming, and lets go of Warren, giving Rick a hard kick to the midsection! Rick drops the belt and Stan pulls him in for the Powerbomb of Manliness! The fans pop, but the cheers soon turn to boos, because while the ref rolls Rick out of the ring, Warren grabs a hold of the Tag Belt off the mat, and blasts "Stunning" Stan with it right across the head! Warren tosses the belt out of the ring before the ref turns back, and he covers "Stunning" Stan, 1
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Winner: Warren Peace[/center]

Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Warren Peace!

The crowd boos loudly as Warren gets up to his knees and the ref raises his arms in victory. He just glares down at Stan, looking satisfied with his work. "Where Eagles Dare" blares over the speakers as Rick Sader comes into the ring to congratulate his partner.

Harvey: What a darn shame! Warren Peace cheats to defeat "Stunning" Stan Everdeen, denying the Studmuffins the chance to challenge for the Tag Team Titles at Survive & Conquer!

Chase: Now hold up a minute! Warren and Rick never told the Studmuffins that if they won both their matches here tonight that they'd get a tag title shot, just that they'd think about it!

Warren Peace and Rick Sader look like they're about to leave the ring, but they hold up, turning around and proceeding to stomp the living daylights out of "Stunning" Stan! The fans are booing them at the top of their lungs, and the boos grow louder as Warren pulls Stan up and Rick gets a sadistic smile accross his face.

Harvey: Come on! The darn match is over! He's going to go for the Knockout Running Big Boot!

At this point, Sr. Guapo comes running down the ramp, and he reaches the ring as Rick reaches the ropes! Sr. Guapo reaches up and trips Rick up, pulling him out of the ring and taking him down with a hard punch! Warren drops "Stunning" Stan and gets out of the dodge quickly as Sr. Guapo slides back into the ring! Warren fetches his Tag Team Title belt and helps Rick up, yelling at the Studmuffins the whole time, "You're not getting a shot at these belts! No way in hell!" Sr. Guapo sits "Stunning" Stan up, and the two of them stare at the Tag Champs as they head up the ramp.

Harvey: What a volatile situation we have here between The Studmuffins and the Tag Team Champs, Warren Peace and Rick Sader!

Chase: Who's going to challenge Warren and Rick for those belts now that The Studmuffins have shown they don't deserve that opportunity!?

Harvey: That's hogwash and you know it, Chase!


We go backstage where President Jeff is seated in his office watching APW live on a television display when he is abruptly interupted with a disturbance at the door. There is no subsequent knock; just the sound of a door nearly being knocked of it's hinges startling the boss. Felipe DeLoren along with his girlfriends Kia and Violet LeWinter come storming into his office as if they owned the place.

President Jeff: What the hell are you doing in my office!?

President Jeff shouts as he gets up out of his seat and faces a over-confident Felipe Deloren who merely lifts his arms as if he couldn't be bothered to shrug his shoulders.

Felipe DeLoren: No need to get all emotional my freind. I just want to talk to you, you know... man to man?

President Jeff points to the door in a rage.

President Jeff: Then exit my office and take a number. I have a show to run! I don't need anymore distractions!

Felipe laughs.

Felipe Deloren: My freind you are going to have far more to worry about if you don't listen closely. You see, you had no buisness booking Level-One in a match of ANY kind tonight!

President Jeff raises an eyebrow. He walks around his table and approaches Felipe Deloren but as he takes a step foward the LeWinter sisters pull out extended batons then nearly wack him in the face which ultimately is enough to hold the President of the APW at bay.

President Jeff: Excuse me? Level-One himself issued the open challenge that Terry Marvin accepted; respecting my talent I booked the match. I followed procedure...

Felipe Deloren's eyes closed shut.

Felipe Deloren: Listen to me you ignoramous! It is NOT up to Level-One as to whether or not he competes at any given time. It is up to me and my ilk to decide whether or not Level-One even takes part of this program—not him, you or Jesus Christ himself! Is that understood!?

President Jeff: ...

Felipe Deloren is enranged by the silence.

Felipe Deloren: YOU FUCK WITH ME AND I WILL ENSURE THE APW DOESN'T SEE ANOTHER DAY!

...before the situation can escalate anymore; it is none other then Level-One who stops by President Jeff's office. He steps in and approaches the two men locked in a face-off.

Level-One: What the hell is going on here? Is everything okay?

Felipe Deloren takes a step backwards and flashes a grin Level-One's way. The LeWinter sisters re-tract the extension from their batons and quickly conceal their choice of weaponry.

Felipe Deloren: Yes, everything right is just perfect. In fact, me and my girls here just decided to stop by and thank President Jeff for making this match possible for you. I know you're going to go out there and make the sindicate money... I mean, proud.

Felipe bites his tongue as Level-One glances over at President Jeff and see's he's unconfortable. Still, he plays along with his managers and fakes a smile.

Level-One: Thanks a lot, Felipe. I appreciate the spiritual support. After all, I wouldn't be here without you.

Felipe DeLoren turns around and walks out of President Jeff's office as Kia and Violet LeWinter follow behind him looking back at Level-One with a slight display of admiration. The former APW world champ turns around and faces the boss.

Level-One: They hated the fact you gave me this match, didn't they?

President Jeff: Yeah. I don't like those guys one bit. You need to do something about this before I am forced to take matters into my own hands, Lester.

Level-One shook his head side to side in dissapointment. He punched the the boss on the shoulder lightly and paid him with a respectful nod.

Level-One: Well, let's just see how they feel about this after my match with Terry Marvin tonight. You see, I may be the Truest of all experts, a four time APW undisputed champion and your girlfriends favourite Mega Star; but one thing I am not is somebodies bitch! Not now... not ever.

We head to commercial

[President Jeff]

As we reach the second half of the weekly Overdrive Show we cut back to the arena to see that the fans in attendance are once again delighted as they anticipate the next match. Cheering and whooping, they patiently wait having enjoyed the Overdrive so far but as the cool night air breezes through the arena a sort of static energy can be felt. Deliberately drawn out for anticipation. Just when the ring announcer gets ready to take his place in the arena the lights suddenly drop and the arena descends into total darkness. The crowd gasp in shock wondering what's going to happen when suddenly the titan-tron comes to life. Patriotic music plays through the sound system as images of famous Americans super-imposed on the American flag are shown on screen.

First George Washington, then Richard Nixon, Barack Obama, Buzz Aldrin and then Henry Kissinger all of them looking proud to be there. More and more famous Americans are shown as quotes play through the sound system at high volumes leading to high levels of audience intrigue who watch on the absolute edge of their seat. All of these famous Americans prompt big cheers and applause from the audience

Richard Nixon: “I am not a crook!”

John F. Kennedy: “Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.”

Buzz Aldrin: Mars is there, waiting to be reached.

Barack Obama: Yes we can.

Finally after about twenty or so different famous Americans with various quotes being played to accompany them the final image we see is a man we've never seen before, super-imposed on the flag up there with all of the other “American Heroes”. He's a young man of only 25 with perfectly styled hair, a sharp suit and a smile that America could fall in love with. The patriotic music comes to a stop as the beaming face of Michael Callahan is stared at by the audience who don't really know what to expect. Finally after a ten second pause “Losing Your Mind” by Pride & Glory hits the sound system, the rhythm of the banjo announcing the arrival of the latest in great Americans.

Harvey: We got told that there was a brand new signing for Action Packed Wrestling but I don't think anyone anticipated he would be here tonight. This, ladies and gentlemen is Michael Callahan. He is young, confident, intelligent, highly skilled and has great in-ring skills.

Chase: And he's a charismatic dynamo. The man simply knows how to put on a show. Though you can question his arrogance comparing himself to all those great men, you can't deny it went over well with these people.

Walking out onto the entrance ramp in a Valentino suit with an American flag badge pinned to his lapel and the most natural, charismatic swagger you'd ever see inside a wrestling arena was Mr. Callahan himself. Waving to his people, he smiles and get a positive reception as he makes his way down to the ring though some question his arrogance putting himself up there with the likes of Buzz Aldrin. Walking towards a mother with her baby along the entrance ramp he gives her the biggest grin he can muster before kissing the baby on its forehead, before waving her off and resuming his strut down to the ring.

Continuing to wave at his people he finally climbs up the ring steps and goes through the second rope, making sure to wipe his feet on the apron before slowly getting inside the ring never for a second letting his natural charm falter. He takes the microphone from the ring announcer before shaking his hand leading to another pop from the crowd. Callahan then takes centre stage standing proud and true in the middle of the ring waiting for his theme music to die down as well as the crowd. Finally silence falls upon the arena as the crowd waits with baited breath to hear the words of Michael Callahan.

Michael Callahan: Hello my fellow Americans!

Resounding applause and cheers as Callahan does what he does best, public speaking. He has the crowd eating out of his hand in four words.

Michael Callahan: Hello. My name is Michael Callahan and I stand before you today, proud and true. I stand before you as not just a humble American but your duly elected wrestling representative. For the longest time there has not been anyone to represent the red, white and blue, patriotic flag-waving Americans that turn up in droves to wrestling shows week after week, nobody to make you feel proud not just to be a wrestling fan but also to be an American. There has been nobody to represent the cause, the belief, the moral high ground that is so desperately lacking in the wrestling industry and it is here today that I stand before you as a man, who wants to bring that change.

Clinging onto his every word they cheer the well spoken American, feeling like they've got a new top face on their hands but with a wry smile and buckets of oozing charismatic deception Callahan continues to spin his wicked little yarn.

Michael Callahan: The abject levels of morality in wrestling is shocking to a Republican like myself. Every day I tune into the various wrestling products and see scantily clad women cat-fighting for the pleasure of perverse men, I see psychopaths running rampant risking life and limb for the thrill of in-ring competition and of course I see barrels of bloodshed and violence at every turning point and it makes me completely sick to see that we've fallen down the slippery slope. Are we as not just Americans but as human beings not better than that? Sometimes I wonder if this is Animal Farm, and that we're not just beasts inside the squared circle rather than dignified men.

The crowd are starting to give him mixed reactions now. Some are still in support of his Pro-American sentiment but others object to his Anti-Entertainment ways in regards to the raunchy, sexier parts of wrestling.

Michael Callahan: And that is why I am here. You see, I'm what America is all about. When people think of the perfect American they think of middle class, clean shaven, intelligent, well to do and with the predisposition towards doing the right thing. They think of Michael Callahan, a man who graduated with honours in Political Science at Yale University. A man who has achieved nothing but success throughout his entire life. See the reason I'm better than every single one of you people is that I have a moral compass. I have a conscience. I realise that actions have their consequences and I am compos mentis unlike many of the dangerous competitors that set foot inside the squared circle.

Suddenly the crowd turn on their heels as the charming smile of Callahan turns into a grimace as his true colours, a darker shade of red, white and blue are revealed to the fans. His calm but firm, agreeable voice suddenly becomes one tainted by rage.

Michael Callahan: Some may say that I'm arrogant, brash and full of myself but I say that I'm a realist. I am what everyone of you should strive to be. If America was populated by men like myself instead of the uneducated hick slobs suckling at the social security teat we wouldn't be in mass economic crisis, we wouldn't have an overpopulation problem, we wouldn't have gotten into all the stupid wars we have in the past century and I wouldn't have to feel a shred of remorse for being just that little bit better than everyone I happen to meet. So I'd like you all to stand and take note, maybe take some photo's of me with your flash cameras and pin them to your wall to remind you of who you should try to be more like.

Arrogance infects Callahan's speech as the crowd now become absolutely infuriated with the smugness of Callahan. The one time fan favourite has suddenly become Public Enemy Number One as just like that, the crowd have turned on him. They won't stand for being insulted and they won't stand for some pretentious yuppie telling them that he's better than them all.

Michael Callahan: The days of no moral integrity in wrestling come to an end. I am here to usher in a new era. If you are like me and are sick of seeing the degradation of women, pornographic levels of violence and wrestlers of minimal talent beating each other over the head with a chair to see who the greatest is then stand up and follow me. Follow the Callahan movement because you are my people, you are my constituents. Everything I do in this ring as your duly elected wrestling representative is for you. You may not like the medicine but I guaran-damn-tee you will thank me for it in the end when your children aren't corrupted by the stench of depravity. With that, I want you to thank you all for listening and God bless America.

With that, “Losing Your Mind” by Pride and Glory hits again and Michael Callahan removes himself from the ring to a chorus of booing. He struts his way up the entrance ramp again with another huge smile on his face as he leaves to his fanfare having successfully achieved his goal of riling up the fans. Callahan talks a good game but how will he fare in the ring? Only time will tell.

We go to commercial

[President Jeff]

Paige: This is a Standard Rules Match where the first Pinfall or Submission wins the match! Introducing First from Toast, Washington! Please put your hands together for....TOAST!!

The arena plunges into darkness as the ToastTron fires to life. The text on the screen forms the letters T O A S T in varying brown and tan coloring. Now, Burnt Toast & Black Coffee by Mike Pedicin hits over the PA system as the fans go COMPLETELY NUTS for the strange, quirky, eccentric superstar. Toast now steps out, his sloping forehead and the slightly dumb look on his pea-brained face only makes him even more popular as he now walks down the aisle, slapping the fans hands and climbing into the ring. Once in the ring, he walks over and gives the referee a HIGH FIVE!

Harvey: Do you think Toast is always this high on life?

Chase: As high on life as Kash on the Ganja, without a doubt!

Paige: His opponent who hails from San Antonio, Texas! ZAACHAARRYYY ROOWWDELLLLL!!!!

The house lights dim as the Doctor P remix of Example's “Last One Standing” starts to blare through the PA system. Purple, Yellow, and blue strobe lights start to flash on the stage as Zachary Rodell rushes out from behind the curtain. He heads over to the left side of the stage and throws his arms up to a light cheer from the crowd, before rushing to the other side and doing the same. The welcome isn't as warm as he expected, but most of the fans have no clue who he is so it will have to do for now. He makes it back to the center of the stage just as Example belts out the lyrics for which the song is named. Zach crouches slightly just as the words last ones standing are repeated.

Then, right as the music hits the forty second mark and the beat drops, he hops up as purple and yellow pyro sprays up on either side of the ring. He then makes his way down the ramp and to the ring as the music continues, slapping hands with the kids in attendance – he's pretty sure a few of the adults slipped their hands in for a slap as well. Zach stops slapping hands a few feet away from the ring and sprints the last bit before sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. Agile like a cat, Zach springs to his feet before running to the corner and hopping up to the second rope and throwing his arms up one more time before the house lights come back on and the music fades away.

Harvey: Zachary Rodell was very close last week in that Fatal Four, I'm sure he is anxious to get the victory here tonight!

Chase: I think this a very interesting match up between these two, I like both and the future is bright.

Toast Vs Zachary Rodell


As soon as Rodell comes off the turnbuckle from his entrance, Toast comes across the ring and assaults Rodell from behind. He runs him and launches him through the ropes to the outside. Rodell catches hold of the rope and keeps himself on the ring apron on the outside. He gets up and Rodell uses the ropes and springboards into the ring with a front flip. He lands on Toast's shoulders and goes to snap a Hurricanrana but Toast slams him straight into the mat with a sitdown powerbomb. Scooting just a few inches of his body, Toast holds down Rodell's arms with his legs and goes for the pin.

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Toast pushes Rodell off and returns to his feet. Rodell pushes up off the mat and gets up after the surprise counter. Toast clobbers him across the back as he stands tall and Rodell stumbles forward half way across the ring. He turns as Toast comes running at him, Rodell snaps Toast over with a quick hip toss. Toast bounces back up and runs at Rodell again, once again being snapped over with a Hip Toss. This time Toast pops back up but doesn't rush again. He stands and grins over at Rodell almost giving him props as his head nods up and down towards his opponent. The two come together, locking up in a tight grapple. Pushing each other back until Toast forces Rodell up against the ropes. Toast pulls out of the grapple and super palm slaps Rodell in the center of his chest.

Rodell spins, lifts and tosses Toast against the ropes and proceeds to repeatedly chop the chest of Toast. His red chest bright, Toast throws a forward headbutt into Rodell's face, hitting the bridge of his nose. Rodell dazed, eyes water as he takes a few steps backwards and Toast leans back into the ropes and uses them to spring off and drops Rodell with a powerful and electric clothesline. Rodell at a slower pace gets back up but before he gets up to to his feet, Toast steps in and drops him with a neckbreaker.

Chase: There goes the "Apple Grapple" and it was delicious and a nicely grappled move wouldn't you agree?

Harvey: Naming all of your moves only matters if you win with those said moves. Can Toast pull it off is the question to be asked. So far the answer to that has been yes because he is working Rodell very nicely here tonight!

Chase: I Love my job!!

After taunting the audience and hyping them up, Toast turns his attention back to Rodell. Zachary Rodell burst out from Toast's grapple and throws a few stiff elbows to Toast's chin. Rodell turns and runs away from his opponent, hits the far ropes with tremendous speed and returns just as quick. Rodell leaps as he approaches Toast with blazing speed and cracks the Breakfast Athlete in the chest with a flying Knee. Toast flies back, he crashes into the turnbuckles. Rodell doesn't stop, he flies in and blasts Toast with a flying elbow, slipping himself through the ropes to the outside ring apron all in one motion. Rodell climbs the turnbuckle from the outside as Toast stumbles forward in a groggy daze as Rodell soars off the top ropes, grabbing Toast's head and bringing his opponent down with a One Handed Bulldog.

Rodell pulls Toast over onto his back but doesn't make the pin. Instead he's up and over to the nearby turnbuckles, he leaps up and is on the top turnbuckle. Balancing on top, Rodell watches as Toast gets up to his feet and turns around. Rodell jumps off the top ropes, his knees up high as Rodell lands on his back, grabbing Toast's head and smashing his face into both knees. Rodell calls it "Sanguine Kiss" but this was a super Double Knee Facebreaker. Toast flops to the side off the knees and flops onto the canvas as Rodell scrambles to get back to his feet. He starts to go for the pin but stops and looks back to the turnbuckles. The fans begin to rise, get a bit cheerful as Rodell points to the turnbuckle. After only a brief moment hesitating, Zachary Rodell goes back to the turnbuckles where he had been minutes ago. He takes his time, climbing through the ropes to the ring apron and making his way to the top ropes.

Toast manages to crawl and find the ropes and uses them to get back to his feet. He looks up at Rodell as he balances himself once again, Toast axe handles to top rope and the vibration rocks and unbalances Rodell. Landing in a seated position on the top turnbuckle, Rodell looks on as Toast steps to him and grabs his head pulling Rodell forward. Toast turns away from Rodell and places Rodell's head on his shoulder. Toast drops, hitting Rodell with an elevated turnbuckle stunner and Rodell seems to bend awkwardly near the corner. Without putting real though into it, Toast turns and rolls Rodell over and makes the pin fall.

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Harvey: Very close right there! Rodell has the heart and will of a Lion!!

Chase: Hell of a match right here wouldn't you agree folks? This is APW and we give you In Your Momma's Face kind of Action!

Toast slaps the mat but looks at the referee and still bares a smile on his face as he gets up to his feet. Toast holds up a single finger above his head and points at the turnbuckle. Showing the crowd he is going to go for his Frogsplash which he likes to call "Toast to Toast". He begins to climb the turnbuckle. Zachary Rodell crawls to the center of the ring and gets to his feet. Rodell looks back to see Toast getting to the very top turnbuckle and Rodell erupts with speed and adrenaline. He rushes the corner, runs up the turnbuckles and jumps up wrapping his legs around Toast's head. He goes for a super Hurricanrana but Toast holds him up with his hands to Rodell's back. Toast leans forward to super bomb Rodell but Rodell snaps it at the right moment and sends Toasts head over with a Super Hurricanrana!

Chase: Toast countered the Hurricanrana and then got flipped anyways! Beautiful counter by Rodell!!

Both men on the canvas, hurting but both moving around. Rodell pulls himself closer to the turnbuckles and uses them to get himself to a seated position with his back to the buckles. Toast sits up on his knees and turns on them towards where Rodell is located. They stare at each other, both breathing heavy with sweat covering their upper halfs. As Toast begins to get to his feet, Rodell pulls himself up onto the top turnbuckle using the top rope. Toast runs, knocks out Rodell's feet balanced on the turnbuckles and Rodell drops down on his ass. Toast climbs up to the second turnbuckle and pulls Rodell up and sets him up for what appears to be a Super Plex. However as Toast pushes from the turnbuckle, he turns the Super Plex into a massive Brainbuster and Rodell folds into the canvas.

Toast lays flat on his back and takes a few seconds of rest. Rodell out cold and not moving from the Brainbuster as Toast is all smiles. His smile is stretched across his face but faded with him being tired, spit strings from his upper teeth to his bottom teeth but the smile shows he is still having fun. He rolls onto his stomach and does a push up and gets onto his knees. He knee walks over to Rodell, rolling him over and hooking one leg as he looks up at the referee wanting to get a pin count.

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Harvey: That was too close, what makes Rodell tick? This kid is very entertaining and Toast has to be getting frustrated!!

Chase: Toast needs to put Rodell away already, he can get himself hurt if he keeps fighting back and kicking out. I worry about his safety after that Brainbuster and now the match continues...EMTs need to be on hand here!

Toast takes his time to get back to his feet but he pulls Rodell up with him. Rodell bent over, Toast grabs him from the side and lifts him for a Gutwrench Powerbomb but Rodell rolls out of it with a beautiful Hip Toss. Both men get their second wind and are up with decent quickness as Rodell swings a leg at Toast but Toast catches it. Rodell swings around and cracks Toast with a Dragon Whip Kick and catches Toast at the tip of his nose. He stumbles back as Rodell comes in at full speed and leaps off his feet with a Crossbody but Toast drops the the mat and Rodell lands and slides outside the ring with a huge miss.

Toast tries to get up fast but falls forward from his knees. He does get to his feet as does Rodell outside the ring. Toast turns and spots Rodell up and looking inside, they lock eyes. Toast back skips into the far ropes from Rodell and Zachary Rodell slides into the ring. As Toast comes at Rodell, Rodell thrusts a huge Open Palm up into Toast's chin. Toast throws a big right and Rodell ducks it, as both turn around, Rodell jumps and falls into the "Sanguine Kiss" Double Knee Facebreaker and Toast flops onto his back, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. Rodell rolls and one arm flops over across Toast's chest and the referee makes the count.

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Winner: Zachary Rodell

Paige: Your Winner Via Pinfall...ZAACHARRYYY ROOODEEELLLLLL!!!!

Chase: He Did It! Oh My CoCo Puff, Zachard Rodell has beat Toast!!

Harvey: He had the heart, the will, and the determination that has now paid off here tonight!!

"Last One Standing" plays for the victor as Zachary Rodell is helped up by the referee and his arm is raised as he hears the crowd fully behind him. As he celebrates inside the ring, the cameras cut to commercial.

[President Jeff]

The crowd erupts into loud cheers as the face of their hometown hero and APW mega star, Anthony "The Promise" Bailey, appears on the big screen. Bailey, clad in a red jacket and black jeans, is watching the event from the backstage area.

Anthony Bailey: Taaampppaa!!!! What's going on you guys?! It feels sooo good to be back home!!

The cheers get louder.

Anthony Bailey: There was no way that Overdrive could make a stop in my city without me dropping by to show some love to the people who love me the most. Tonight I'm just hanging out back here enjoying the night with a few friends and some family but this Sunday night on Asylum, as many of you probably already know, I compete against Ms. Rhonda Vixen...

The crowd begins to boo.

Anthony Bailey: And no offense to her or to any other of the Tap Out Challenge participants, but eventually, that Tap Out Title will come back home with me. Tampa isn't nicknamed the City of Champions for nothing is it?

Anthony smiles as the crowd lets out another loud cheer.

Anthony Bailey: Now I don't want to prolong this but please continue to keep me in your prayers. This whole ordeal, from all of the traveling I now do to the fact of me constantly being in the limelight, it's all very much new to me. I'm not used to the spotlight because I've never had it in my entire life. I'm still a regular kid right here from this city who has big dreams. It all started right here in this town and you all helped me get here. You helped me turn this dream into a reality and I can't ever repay you or show you how much I truly appreciate each and every single one of you. There is no Anthony Bailey without the good folks of Tampa, Florida. Having this platform will allow me and my travels to take me to the ends of the earth but I will never forget or forsake my first love and that's you. My good friend also feels the same way. You might be familiar with him or you might not be, I'm not sure...

A cheerful Josh Freeman, Tampa Bay Buccaneers QB, suddenly emerges onto the big screen next to Anthony Bailey and the crowd once again begins to cheer.

Anthony Bailey: Ladies and gentlemen, never forget that we both are here for you. And be the ones to hold us accountable for our actions. Make sure that we don't say something but fail to deliver. Well I'm signing off. I'm trying to prove to Josh that my APW family works way harder than his boys over at Raymond James Stadium.

They both laugh

Anthony Bailey: God bless you all and please be sure to tune into Asylum this Sunday night at 7:00PM.

The faces of Anthony Bailey and Josh Freeman disappear from the big screen and we get ready for our next match



Paige: The following match-up is a non-title singles match scheduled for one-fall!

The melody of "Cold War" by Janelle Monae signals the arrival of Keaton Saint, who makes his presence known as the song begins to pick up tempo. Saint makes his way to the ring high-fiving some of the fans in the attendance before entering the ring and preparing himself for the match ahead.

Paige: Introducing first, weighing in at 249 pounds and hailing from London, England…. Keaton Saint!

'Cult of Personality' hits on the PA system as bright white and red strobe lights flicker around the arena. Nathaniel steps out from the back, and casually walks to the top of the ramp. Some fans begin to boo him, but his "cult-like" following overshadows them with their deafening cheers. He gives a sadistic grin to the crowd before throwing his hands in the air as Pyro goes off around him. Nathaniel then begins to casually walk down the ramp, hopping onto the ring apron, and climbing the rope. He taunts the crowd before jumping over the ropes, and into the ring. Nathaniel runs the ropes a few times, getting a feel for them before the match. He then takes his shirt off, tosses it into the crowd, and stands in his corner as the music dies out.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 242 pounds and hailing from Indianapolis, Indiana… he is the APW Xtreme Champion and the APW World Heavyweight Champion… Nathaniel Havok!

Keaton Saint vs. Nathaniel Havok

The bell rings, and both men hesitate for a few moments before locking up. Havok quickly moves behind Saint, and locks his arms around Saint’s stomach. Saint tries to pull his hands apart, but just as he gets close, Havok locks in a side-headlock on Saint. Both men bounce against the ropes, and Saint shoves Havok away…but he rebounds with a hard shoulder-block! Saint goes down, instantly eliciting a set of boos as Havok smirks and pats himself on the back. He then tries to drop an elbow on Saint, but he moves out of the way. Saint then goes for his own elbow drop, but Havok moves away at the last second. Havok gets up and goes for a clothesline, but Saint ducks it, and hits an inverse atomic drop on Havok! Havok stumbles back, but bounce back off the ropes into a belly to belly suplex from Saint! Saint moves in again, but Havok moves into the corner and yells “He just tried to seriously injure me!” The referee pulls Saint away with a huge chorus of boos aimed at Havok!

Harvey: And here I thought we were going to get a clean, honest match from Overdrive Xtreme Champion!

Chase: Nathaniel Havok is *the* man! He doesn’t have to give Keaton Saint anything that he hasn’t earned here in APW!

As soon as the referee moves away, Havok tries to move in, but Saint nails him with a knife edge chop back into the corner! Saint gains the upper hand, but Havok blasts him with a knee t the gut! Saint kneels over, and Havok kicks him right upside the nose! Havok gets an incredibly mixed reaction as he grabs Saint, and slams his head into the turnbuckle multiple times. Havok Irish Whips Saint, who slams into the opposite corner. He goes for a full throttle charge…but Saint moves out of the way, and as Havok slams and subsequently stumbles out of the corner, he’s blasted with a release Aztex Suplex from Saint! With the crowd behind him, Saint tries to lock in the Keaton Clutch (Japanese Strangehold/Camel Clutch Combination) on a down Havok, but he’s close enough to the ropes that he pulls himself out of the ring in time! Havok shakes his head as the crowd boos him, but Saint is quickly back on the attack as he runs off the ropes, and hits a baseballs slide on Havok!

Harvey: Keaton Saint has been impressive thus far in his offense. We’re continuing to see that relentless, technical based offense that brought down Kurt Noble last week.

Chase: Please. The Big Bad Wolf could blow on Kurt Noble and he’ll fall right over for a pin! Don’t try and give Keaton Saint any credit for something that’s not an accomplishment! He’s basically 0-0!

Havok falls against the announce table, and Saint slams his head against it! He throws Havok back in the ring, but as he tries to get back in, gets an absolutely sick kick to the temple from Havok the second he gets back up! Saint falls on the middle rope, and Havok grabs Saint and drops him with a DDT while he hangs on the rope! Havok then grabs Saint, and throws him over the top rope to the floor below! The crowd boos Havok as he rests in the corner, and yells “Start the count, he’s not getting back in!” The referee starts as Saint gets back, and managers to get in the ring at about halfway. However, Havok shows no mercy as he drags Saint to the middle of the ring, and begins to drop a number of elbows on Saint! He stops at five after the referee warns him, but Havok looks at the referee and yells “I beat up your boss…what’re you gonna do about it?” The referee says nothing, and Havok drops another elbow on Saint just to make his point. He holds for a pin…

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Harvey: First near-fall of the match! I’m not happy to see this absolute ego on Nathaniel Havok. Yes, he’s the World Heavyweight and Xtreme Champion. Yes, he defeated President Jeff at Christmas Chaos., but-

Chase: Don’t add a “but” into that after telling the world all the amazing things Nathaniel Havok has done!

Havok lifts up Saint, and drills him to the canvas with a spinning neckbreaker! He then rolls Saint over, slaps his head a few times, and then locks in a sleeperhold! Saint reaches around, but isn’t close enough to any ropes. He begins to fade, and Havok yells “Check him you idiot!” The referee checks Saint, who isn’t stirring…until a “PARAGON!” chant gets going!

Chase: Stop chanting that! You probably don’t even know what it means!

Harvey: It’s getting some life back into Saint, so it sounds good to him!

Saint begins to lift himself up, and he drives some hard elbows into the sternum of Havok! Havok releases, and Saint turns and hits Havok with a European Uppercut! Saint then goes for a leg sweep kick, but Havok jumps to avoid it, and then drives a knee into Saint’s face! Saint looks disoriented after the assaults to his head/neck…and Havok doesn’t help by hitting a Shining Wizard on Saint! He then slaps Saint on the back of the head, and smiles as the crowd cheers and boos him at the same time! Havok lifts up Saint, and throws him into the corner before laying into him with a series of kicks. Havok then backs up, and full on charges Saint…but Saint moves out of the way just as Havok jumps, and Havok slams on the top turnbuckle! He awkwardly hangs there, until Saint moves under him, lifts him up from the top turnbuckle…and falls back with a Samoan Drop! Saint stalls in going for the pin, giving Havok the time to pull himself up. Havok runs off the ropes as he tries to gain the advantage back, but Saint dropkicks Havok! Havok goes back, stumbles off the ropes…but manages to catch Saint’s kick! Havok smiles…but that frown diminishes as he’s nailed with a Dragon Screw! Saint goes for the pin…

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Kickout by Nathaniel Havok!

Harvey: What a kick by Keaton Saint! Havok can hit hard, but Saint can hit just as hard. These two men are definitely sluggish after their stiff shots and moves on one another!

Chase: I’m sure Keaton Saint has brain damage…I’ll see sure to arrange the celebration party!

Harvey: Even if you don’t like Keaton Saint, I’m sure you don’t hate him enough that you want him injured before trying to win the Anti-Hardcore Title at CWC Destiny!

Chase:…Fine! Don’t get *too* much brain damage then!

Both men slowly get up, and throw punches on one another. Saint gets the advantage, and runs off the ropes…but Havok kicks him hard in the stomach. He lifts up Saint for a suplex, and drops him on the ropes! Saint manages to stand on the apron, but Havok is already in motion! He moves in to superkick Saint off the apron… but Saint ducks, and uses the momentum to send Havok to the floor below! The crowd then cheers as Saint gets up on the top turnbuckle, and jumps off, turning in midair to level Havok with a crossbody to the floor! A large “KEATON SAINT” chant gets going, and only gets louder as Saint gets up, and throws Havok into the ring. Saint gets back on the top turnbuckle, but Havok runs against the ropes and nearly causes Saint to fall off! Havok grabs Saint, and then nails Saint with the "All Killer, no Filler" (Fisherman suplex) off the top rope!!! Havok makes the pin...

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Havok lifts Saint up to his feet and punches him to the ropes. Havok then picks Havok up for the Go to Sleep. Havok throws Keaton up and goes to knee him in the face, but Keaton grabs Havok’s knee, blocking it. With Havok’s leg in hand, Keaton spins Havok around then grabs him in a bear hug and gives him a over head belly to belly suplex over the top rope and onto the floor. Keaton backs away to catch his breath as the ref starts counting Havok out.
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The crowd begins to boo as two people jump over the ring barrier and get into the ring behind Keaton.

Harvey: That’s….Aspen Chuad and Alexis Terry from Galveston Island Wrestling. We saw them interrupt Keaton’s match it Kurt Noble last week.

They spins Keaton around and Aspen knocks Keaton down with the Heel Kick. Alexis then comes off the turnbuckle with the Most Glamorous Moonsault Ever. The ref see’s this and calls for the bell

Winner by DQ: Keaton Saint

Aspen and Alexis high five each other as they exit the ring and hop over the ring barrier.

Chase: Two weeks in a row, those two ruined a perfectly good Keaton Saint match

Keaton comes too and see’s the two of them running away. Keaton rolls out of the ring and jumps the ring barrier and chases after them.

“Raining Blood” hits on the PA system, and out comes President Jeff. Nathaniel Havok grabs both his titles at ringside, as well as a mic, and slides into the ring. As Jeff stands up at the top of the ramp, his music dies out.

President Jeff: Okay, Nathaniel… It’s time. What’s it going to be, champ? Check, or belt?

Havok: Fine, you win Jeff. I’m damn sure not going to give you money for a vacation, so come get the Xtreme Championship.

Jeff walks down the ramp with a smirk on his face, he steps into the ring as Nathaniel continues to stare at the Xtreme Championship.

Havok: Boss, do you remember how long it took me to get this damn belt? How much garbage you put me through, just to even get one shot at it, don’t you remember?

All of the sudden, Nathaniel blasts Jeff in the side of the head with the Xtreme Championship.

Havok: Did you really think that I was just going to hand it over to you, Jeffrey?

Havok takes the Xtreme Title and lays it on the mat between himself and the boss.

Havok: If you want it, come get it

After a few seconds, Nathaniel straddles the APW President, and begins pounding him with rights and lefts. Jeff is able to roll away from Nathaniel, and rolls out of the ring. Not too far behind him, Nathaniel makes his way out of the ring as well. The two men brawl all the way to the announce table, where Nathaniel is able to get the upper hand by throwing Jeff into the ring steps. With Jeff down and out, Nathaniel begins undressing the commentators table. In the middle of the mayhem, Nathaniel notices that Jeff is starting to get to his feet. Nathaniel turns his attention back to the APW owner by dragging him all the way to the commentators table by the hair. He tosses Jeff onto the table, and goes to the ring apron.

Harvey: What’s he doing? Jeff doesn’t deserve this! He doesn’t deserve this at all!

Chase: You can’t back a man like Nathaniel Havok into a corner like this, and expect him not to react this way! Come on, Harv!

Nathaniel grabs a ladder from under the ring, and sets it up in front of the commentators table. With the commentators and ring crew scattered, Nathaniel walks back up to the APW boss, who is still lying motionless on the table. All of the sudden, Jeff blasts Nathaniel in the face with a TV monitor, and sending him flying back into the ladder. As the back of his head hit’s the ladder, the ladder tips over and falls, and Nathaniel falls to the floor below.

Harvey: He was playing possum all along! Jeff now has the upper hand!

Chase: NO! HAVOK! GET UP!

Jeff rolls off the table with a ferocious look on his face. He walks over to Nathaniel, and drags him up by the hair. He then drags the champion over to the table, and places him on top of it.

Chase: What in the hell is he doing!?!?

Harvey: Turnabout is fair play, Chase! You should know that!

Jeff gets onto the table and forces a prone Nathaniel Havok to his feet.

Harvey: Wait! Wait! EYE OF THE HURRICANE THROUGH THE TABLE!

Chase: NOOOOO!

Harvey: IF HE WASN’T BEFORE, NATHANIEL IS DEFINITLEY OUT COLD NOW!

The fans erupt in cheers for the APW President, as he rolls away from the rubble that used to be the commentators table, and stands to his feet. He sees the Xtreme Championship in the ring, and rolls back inside. Jeff not only grabs the Xtreme Championship, but also the World Championship as well. He rolls back out of the ring, and stands over the World Champion. After laying the World Championship across the champions chest, the APW President puts the Xtreme Championship over his shoulder. “Raining Blood” hits once again on the PA system as Jeff walks away from the scene. He walks up the ramp and vanishes into the backstage area as Nathaniel begins to come to at ringside.

Harvey: Nathaniel Havok has no clue what’s just transpired, but he seems to be okay. We’ve got to go to commercial fans, we’ll be back!

Overdrive goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

The scene cuts backstage where Nathaniel Havok with World Heavyweight Title is hand is looking for President Jeff.

Havok: WHERE IS HE?? I WANT BACK MY TITLE!!

Havok is walking down a hallway and is opening doors looking for the boss. We walks by a road crew and grabs him by the shirt

Havok: WHERE’S PRESIDENT JEFF!!!!

Road Crew: I…I…don’t know

Havok shoves him to the ground then continues his search. Havok walks into an area where there’s a couple of road agents that approach Havok.

Havok: Where’s Jeff!! I’m not leaving here until I get back my Xtreme Championship!

Road Agent: Mr. Havok, I have strict orders from President Jeff that you need to go to the nearest Hospital to ensure you are fit to compete in APW after what President Jeff did to you out there.

Havok: Are you kidding me? What Jeff did to me out there was Childs play. I don’t need to go to a Hospital.

Road Agent: Havok, its for precautionary reasons. We can’t risk an APW megastar wrestling hurt and risking further injury.

Havok: If he wants me to go to the hospital, he’s going to have to put me there himself. Now, you can either tell me where I can find Jeff, or I can beat your ass and then go find him myself.

Road Agent: I’m sorry Mr. Havok. I’m just doing what I’m told.

Havok grabs the road agent by his shirt.

Havok: That’s fine, but tell me where Jeff is!

Road Agent: He’s in…

Out of no where, Jason Kash shows up and attack Havok from behind. Havok tries fighting Kash off, But Kash grabs him and throws him through an Exit door. Kash follows him and they are outside where there’s an Ambulance. Kash grabs Havok by his head and slams it into the back door of the ambulance. Kash opens the back doors of the ambulance and Kash throws Havok in it and closes the doors. Havok is seen through the back window trying to get out. Kash bangs on the side of the Ambulance. The sirens turn on and the Ambulance drives away. As it drives away, President Jeff shows up, standing next to Kash with the Xtreme Title over his shoulder. Jeff and Kash wave “bye” to Havok as the Ambulance takes him away.

We go back to ringside

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall

The lights Dim down as The vocal introduction to the music of "Hate Me Now" Nas ft. Puf Daddy is played. Blue and silver lights illuminate the Entrance way and Pyro goes off as soon as the Music kicks in.

Paige: Introducing first, from Las Vegas Nevada, weighing in at 245 pounds, “The Real Show” TERRY MARVIN

"The Real Show" Terry Marvin makes his way down the ramp jawing and messing with the fans all the way down. He rolls into the ring and poses on the turnbuckle, holding his arms out like the people should warship him.

Put You On Game- By Lupe Fiasco blasts the PA system, as Level-One steps up on-top of the ramp. Red smoke swirls beneath him, and a string of red and blue pyro shoots up into the air he raises both of his arms in the air.

Paige: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 262 pounds, LEVEL ONE!!!

Level-One slowly begins to walk down the ramp. Level-One turns, and climbs up onto the apron. He climbs up turn-buckle, raising his arms high in the air. Level-One hops down, and awaits for the fight in-front of him.

TERRY MARVIN VS LEVEL ONE


The two lock up in the middle of the ring and Level One throws Terry across the ring with an arm drag and the fans cheer for Level One and Terry tells the ref that Level One pulled his hair. The two then lock up again, and again Level One arm drags Terry again. Terry gets up and is upset. He charges at Level One with a clothesline but Level One ducks. Terry hit’s the ropes, comes back and Level One gives him a power slam. Before Level One can go for a cover. Terry rolls away and rolls out of the ring to regroup. And the crowd boo’s.

Harvey: This is both these guys first match back in several month. We haven’t seen Level One in the ring since he lost to Biggs at Test for the Best back in June and we haven’t see Terry Marvin since July or August.

Chase: I have to say, Terry has guts for answering the open challenge that Level One issued on actionpackedwrestling.com last week.

The ref begins to count Terry out. 1...2..3..4..5...Terry walks up the ring steps and onto the ring apron. He yells at the ref to back Level One up. The ref does and Terry gets into the ring. The two go for a lock up and Terry thumbs the eye of Level One and then hits him with some punches and then throws Level One to the corner. Terry runs and clotheslines Level One in the corner. Terry then throws Level One to the opposite corner, then runs at him and clotheslines him again. Terry pulls Level One out of the corner and snap mares him and then dropkicks him in the back. Terry goes for a cover
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Terry sits Level One up and locks in a chin lock. The ref checks for a choke but there’s none. Level One fights to his feet and Terry grabs Level One’s head and slams the back of it into the mat. Terry gives Level One a few stomps and then bounces off the ropes and drops a knee on the skull of Level One. Terry goes for another cover.
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Chase: Level One is a former three time APW Undisputed Champion, its going to take more than that to keep him down.

Harvey: Don’t sell Terry short, last year in the Survive and Conquer match, he outlasted Level One and came in 2nd place.

Chase: With being announced earlier this week that Terry will be entering the match at number 2 this year, his chances at winning doesn’t look good.

Terry picks Level One up and locks him up for the Side Effect. Level fights out of it with elbows to the side of Terry’s head. Level One breaks free and boots Terry in the gut and DDT’s him. Level One gets back to his feet. Terry gets up and gets taken down with a clothesline and then another. Terry gets up and falls to the corner. Level One goes over and chops him. Level One takes Terry over to the ropes and throws him. Terry hit’s the ropes, comes back and Level One lifts him up and slams him down with a Spinebuster! Level One covers
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Harvey: What a spine buster!!

Chase: Such impact by Level One

Level One yells at Terry to get to his feet, he does and Level One picks up him onto his shoulders for the F5.

Chase: He’s going for the Darkness Shrine. Level One has won so many matches with this move

Terry started elbowing Level One in the side of the head and is able to slide down Level One’s back. Level One turns, goes for a punch, but Terry dodges it and hooks Level One up, Lifts him and drops him with the Side effect. Terry covers hooking the leg

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Terry gets up and waits for Level One to get up. Level One gets up and Terry kicks him a hooks his arms for a double arm DDT, but Level One fights it, gets his arms free and then grabs Terry and gives him a belly to belly suplex. Level One picks Terry up and gives him the Randy Orton Back Breaker.

Harvey: The Level One Back Breaker!!

Chase: A devastating back breaker!!

Level One covers Terry hooking the leg

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Level One lifts Terry to his feet, hooks him up and gives him a stalling suplex. Terry lays in the middle the ring and Level One goes to the top rope. As he gets to the top, Terry is up and goes over and punches Level One. Terry climbs up and grabs Terry, hooking him up or a super plex. Level One fights out of it and begins head butting Terry, knocking him off the top rope. Terry lands on his back and Level One stands on the top rope and comes off with a leg drop and lands it. Level One covers.
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Chase: I thought for sure it was over!

Harvey: Terry barely kicked out!

Level One gets up signals for the Level Advance (Vertibreaker). Terry gets up and Level One kicks him. Level One turns his back to Terry, trying to hook his arms, but Terry pulls his arms away, grabs Level One around the waist and German Suplexes Lester, bridging for the cover
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Terry lifts Level One up, throws him into the ropes. Terry goes for a clothesline, but Lester ducks, hit’s the ropes, comes back and hits Terry with a big running boot to the face. Level One puts Terry’s head between his legs. Level One lifts Terry up or a Power Bomb, and Terry fights out of it by punching Level One in the head. Terry is able to fall onto his feet. He goes to clothesline Level One, but Level One ducks it. Terry turns and Level One nails Terry with the Pele Kick.

Harvey: What athleticism from Level One

Chase: Terry did not expect that!

Terry rolls himself over to the ring apron. Terry slowly gets up and Level One goes over and pulls Terry up. Level One hooks Terry up about to suplex him back into the ropes. Level One lifts Terry up in the air. All of a sudden, The Cameraman on the outside grabs Level One’s leg, causing him to fall with Terry falling ontop of him for the Cover. The Cameraman pulls down on Level One’s leg.
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Winner: Terry Marvin

Terry jumps up and celebrates his victory. Level One sits up and looks to see the Cameraman walking backwards up the ramp

Harvey: What’s that cameraman doing.

Chase: He just screwed Level One out of this match.

Level One gets to his feet and keeps his eyes on the cameraman who removes his at to really reveal himself and its





Chase: KID DYNAMO!!! What is he doing here getting involved.

Harvey: Kid Dynamo and Level One have been having a war of word on Twitter for the past week. I think Kid Dynamo wants to show Level One that he means business and that he’s not some punk kid.

Chase: I think Kid Dynamo is looking for a death wish!

Replays of the finish is being shown. Terry exit’s the ring continuing to celebrate and Level One looks upset that he got screwed and Kid Dynamo walks up the ramp smiling and laughing at Level One as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Terry Marvin is seen walking backstage towards the locker room. With a white towel wrapped around his neck, absorbing the sweet, Terry hadn’t yet caught his breath. Passing by a crowd, Terry smiled as several APW superstars welcomed him back… patting him on the back, congratulating him on his success and showing their respect.

“Welcome back man!”

“Great job.”

“Welcome back.”

“Hey Terry!”

“Awesome match Marvin!”

A long, lanky woman stands near the end of the line. Both arms are crossed across her chest as a judging smirk crosses her lips. The hallways are silenced as their eyes connect. Staring back at Terry, the woman uncrosses her arms and begins to clap her together in allegiance.

Woman: “Congratulations Terry,”

Her bloodstained lips salivate as she speaks. He looks taken-off-guard at the woman’s intentions. The evil smirk is unsettling to him, yet the post-match pain was intensifying and he wasn’t about to make a scene. Thus, he brushed her off as a nuisance and sidestepped her presence. As he turned past her, the camera zoomed in on the three crimson letters printed on the back of her black leather jacket.

“L. L. L.”

This scene fades out as we cut to another.

A camera in the back alleys, the behind-the-scenes, of the St. Pete Times Forum brings us all back from the commercials. We find it winding through the backstage, settling on what is a door labelled (with the most sparkly, expensive looking out of all of them) nameplates which spells out PRESIDENT JEFF. There’s a moment before there’s any activity, and out walks a pair of suited men, not looking none too happy. Their names can be ... Peter and Paul.

Paul: How are we going to sell this pay per view? Over eighty wrestlers? We’re going to get sued.

Peter: Well, we’ll get fired from corporate if we don’t come up with an advertising campaign for the boss soon. Take your pick. *An exasperated sigh* Why’d you tell him we didn’t even have a full poster read yet!?

Paul: Ummm ... because we don’t! We couldn’t settle on who to put on there. We were going to decide who to make one of the main faces, remember? We said we’d do it after lunch.

Peter: ... and we got drunk at lunch ... damn!

Paul How the hell will we choose out of eighty-what? Eighty six!?

Woman Please, how hard could it be?

Peter and Paul’s attention is drawn away from each other to out of the shot. Both their eyebrows raise as whoever has got their attention has really captured it. Alas, we’re not quite privy to who or what they’re seeing (which really does suck, because wouldn’t you love to know who it is?).

Peter Uhhh ... well ... umm, you see it’s ...

Woman: Insightful. I’m beginning to understand why you’re having a bit of trouble. What about you?

Paul: Derrr ... what he, uh, said. Yeah.

Woman: Well, I tell you what. I’ll give you this advice, free of charge, Mr. And Mr. Corporate Advertisers. Don’t make any decisions this week. Because if you want to pick someone that’s going to really capture some attention...

There’s pause enough for the camera to slowly pan across for the big reveal! The crowd immediately reacts as none other than the beautiful, the talented, the bodacious Sally Talfourd takes up the shot!

Sally: ... wait until you see me next week.

Sally gives a wink, blows a kiss, then walks off to ... who cares. She walks of, and we all get to watch that sight and we go to the ring for the main event



The lights in the arena shut off, as the opening rhythm to "I Will Not Bow" blasts through the speakers. After a few moments, out steps Kurt Noble, eliciting a huge cheer from the crowd! Noble raises his cane into the air, and begins to limp down to the ring. Upon reaching it, Noble leaves his cane on the outside, and slowly walks up the stairs to the ring. He enters the ring, and climbs up on the turnbuckle, posing with his fist in the air as the cameras go off. Noble moves off it, as the lights return to normal and the music dies down.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 235 pounds, and hailing from Calgary, Alberta, Canada… Kurt Noble!

"Bulls on Parade" by Rage against the Machine blasts out over the PA system; a few moments pass and Blade emerges from behind the curtain and stops on the top of the ramp.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 246 pounds, and hailing from Manchester, England.... BLADE!

The fans begins to boo loudly as blade smirks and takes it all in. He begins to strut down towards the ring where he stops and points his finger out at his opponent and slides through the second rope in to the ring.

Kurt Noble vs. Blade

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The bell rings as both men star at each other from across the ring, neither in a big hurry to start the match. Blade is pacing back and forth in his corner of the ring and waves for Noble to get on with it, as Kurt stands motionless in the center of the ring. Blade slaps both shoulders and begins circling around the former Overdrive champion. Blade shoots in from behind but Kurt sprawls and spins behind breaking Blade face down on the mat. Noble backs away slowly with both hands straight up in the air-allowing Blade to get back to his feet. Blade pops up, cracking his neck and ready to pounce yet again. The two lock up and Blade ducks underneath grabbing Noble in a full nelson. Kurt does everything in his power to break free; including stomping the feet of Blade but he doesn’t release the hold. He lifts Noble off the ground and sends him flying with a full nelson slam. He quickly goes over for a cover…

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Harvey: Blade isn’t messing around here with Kurt Noble tonight! He’s going for the kill and trying to end this quickly.

Chase: Get real, Darren! Noble doesn’t do anything quickly.

Both men are back up to their feet as Blade shoots in again on Noble but Kurt backs away as Blade whiffs. Kurt follows up Blade’s miss with a couple of stomps to the back and the lower abdomen. Noble doesn’t let him fall completely to the mat but wrenches his arm behind his back. With Blade having the size advantage, he slowly gets back to one knee with Noble rising with him. However, Noble doesn’t allow him to get all the way up but comes flying behind him with a bulldog that sends him crashing face first to the mat. Noble pops right up and while gabbing Blade by the head drops him down with a DDT spiking his head in to the mat. Noble follows that up with a pin…

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Harvey: A great series of moves by Kurt Noble. You have to think that he’s going to do everything he can to gain momentum in to Survive and Conquer!

Chase: Don’t count Blade out so easily… he’s not exactly a newcomer to APW!

Noble points towards the referee and argues with the slow count and demands he get a faster count next time. Blade slowly makes his way back to his feet. Noble turns around and is met with Blade attempting a clothesline; however, Noble ducks underneath, grabs Blade by the waist and sends him overhead with a huge German suplex while bridging for the pin attempt…

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Blade struggles but somehow manages to get up from the bridge. He’s back to his feet, with Kurt still locked around his waist. Blade uses his hands to try to break the grip, but Noble is refusing to let go. Blade uses his size to his advantage here and pushes Kurt backwards towards the turnbuckle. The impact from the first time doesn’t break Noble’s grip completely but does loosen it quite a bit. Blade continues with a second and third chance finally does the job as Noble is forced to let go. He stumbles forward as Blade sends him in to the ropes and as Kurt runs back towards him Blade jumps up with a brogue kick to the face.

Harvey: Unbelievable! I think Blade was trying to remove Kurt’s head from his body there!

Chase: It wouldn’t matter… he’d still be ugly as sin!

Blade runs over to the middle turnbuckle and climbs up, sizing Noble up with a diving elbow from the ropes. He walks over and gets on the mount position and rains down several rights and lefts causing Noble’s head to bounce off the mat each time. Blade picks him up by the neck and whips him in to the ropes again this time ducking down as Noble comes limping towards him and sending him head over heels with a back body drop. Noble comes crashing down hard on the mat as he grabs the small of his back. Blade covers with both hands on Noble’s chest pushing him down towards the mat…

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Blade gets up and allows Noble the time to get back to his feet. Noble, still feeling the effects of the monstrous back body drop, waddles towards Blade in the corner but fully rested Blade meets him with a kick to the stomach which doubles over Kurt. He whips Noble in to the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Kurt ducks and comes back with a forearm smash to the temple of Blade. It doesn’t knock him down but Blade is rested up against the top rope as Noble seizes his chance and Kurt leans back to muster everything he had in a dropkick that sends Blade over the top rope. The referee immediately begins his count but Blade comes back in after just a few seconds.

Harvey: Blade is a tough man to keep down. It’s going to take a lot more than that for Kurt to get the advantage.

Chase: Kurt never has the advantage… He’s like a one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest!

Harvey: I think it’s time to come up with some new material, Johnny.

Noble doesn’t allow him to get back to his feet and begins to drive his foot in the side of Blade’s head. He picks him up and while draped over the shoulders of Noble, Kurt sends him over top with an Olympic slam. Blade rolls on the mat holding the small of his back much like Noble was just a few minutes earlier. Noble picks him up and whips him in to the turnbuckle with so much force that Noble himself falls to the mat. Noble’s attack on Blade’s back doesn’t quit there as helping Blade back up to his feet, he pushes him back to the turnbuckle and delivers several forearm smashes in to his back. The crowd counts along with him… “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!” as the final blow sends Blade down to the mat.

Harvey: This is getting brutal, Johnny!

Chase: I’m marginally impressed. Noble is showing a side of him that I haven’t seen before and I kind of like it.

The referee calls for Noble to back up as Blade is tangled in the ropes. However, it seems as if Noble gave him too much time to recover as Noble comes flying in with a double-axehandle, Blade comes underneath with a right hand to the gut. He takes the back of Noble’s head and slams it against the corner turnbuckle sending him backwards. He tackles Noble down to the mat and as he gets back up drops his leg across the chest of Noble. He goes for the cover…


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In what’s quickly becoming a habit, Blade argues with the referee about the speed of the three count. This allows Noble to get back up to his feet as the two begin exchanging punches as Blade gets the upper hand by pushing Noble in to the ropes but Kurt reverses it. Kurt ducks underneath and locks in a sleeperhold while jumping up on Blade’s back. Blade figures the only way out is by catching Noble with his head hanging low with an elbow. Noble doesn’t comply with Blade’s fan though and switches from side to side. Knowing that Blade isn’t going to stop fighting back, Noble drops down and picks both ankles sending Blade face first on the mat. Noble flings him over by the legs and locks in the Dance With the Devil (sharpshooter) as Blade struggles to reach for the ropes.

Harvey: What a move by Noble! Dropping down out of the sleeper and rolling in the sharpshooter!

Chase: Come on, Blade! Get to the ropes… quickly!

Blade pushes up on the mat and tries to use the leverage to cause Noble to release the tension. Noble wrenches back causing Blade to crash back down to the mat. With the added pressure and no chance to get to the ropes, Blade taps out.

Winner: Kurt Noble

Harvey: That’s it, Darren! Noble causes Blade to tapout here in the main event of Overdrive! Both men gave it a valiant effort!

Noble releases the hold and collapses down to the mat in exhaustion as both men had given an incredible effort this evening. Blade is draped over the bottom rope trying to shake out the knots in his lower back from the sharpshooter and Noble is up on both knees. The familiar sound of “Sieben” by Subway to Sally blares over the loudspeaker and as Kurt groans in disapproval. The CWC Heavyweight champion makes his way down the ramp and towards the ring. Both men are worn out after a long bout as Azrael reaches the ring and tackles an extremely tired Noble.

Harvey: This is unreal, Johnny! Kurt just survived a grueling match with Blade and now he has to contend with Goeren’s attacks!

Chase: Noble deserves everything that he’s getting! He called out Azrael as he was leaving the ring last week and now he’s got his chance.

As quick as Chase can finish his sentence the ring begins to fill with Survive and Conquer entrants. The usual crew from Phoenix Wrestling… BAD ASS, Seth Black and Juan Ramirez spearhead the attack on Blade. Azrael has Noble up on his feet while holding both arms back while others continue to pound on the midsection. The megastars of APW are getting worked over as finally some backup has arrived in the form of Chris Hart, Noble’s former tag partner.

Harvey: There’s Chris Hart! He’s come to chase away these thugs!

Chase: Finally! Somebody willing to stand up to these outsiders who have ruined Overdrive two weeks in a row!

Right on cue, the APW Undisputed Champion C.J. Gates comes running down the aisle wielding a chair in his hand. The shear number of outside competitors overtake Gates initially but working together with Chris Hart proves to ward off the attack for a few seconds.

#SIMPLY
#F’N
#PUT!

The theme music of Johnny Rebel blares through the loudspeakers as Rebel comes sprinting town the aisle with chairs in hand. He throws the first in the ring in the direction of Chris Hart as he immediately begins to fight through the crowd of people knocking as many people as possible. Chris Hart clears the audience off of Noble as the two roll out of the ring and head to the back. Rebel and Gates stand back-to-back swinging at anything that moves.

Harvey: Rebel promised he’d have Gates back if the outsiders decided to show their face tonight and he’s backing that up, Johnny!

Chase: Gates couldn’t do it all on his own… he needs Rebel!

It comes down to Rebel in the ring with Seth Black one side and Gates facing PW’s International Champion Juan Ramirez. The two APW megastars clear the ring with headshots to both of the men and as they backup towards the center of the mat they accidently bump one another and immediately flip around with both of their weapons lifted above their heads. The intensity of the moment causes them to briefly forget about the covenant they agreed to earlier as they stare daggers through their opponent. Gates is the first to back down, dropping his chair on the ground and extending his hand out towards Rebel in friendship. “Simply Put” considers his request for a moment but before he can make a decision the THUD of a steel chair cracks C.J. Gates across the head as Blade stands over top of him.

Harvey: What the hell! Blade just nailed his former tag partner across the head! APW is supposed to be uniting to eliminate the outsiders… not working against one another!

Rebel cracks a smile as he drops his chair and falls through the middle rope on to the outside apron. Blade leaves the ring shortly after and follows him up the ramp. The two stop together before exiting the curtains and raise their hands in the air. Rebel shakes the hand of Blade as the two disappear in to the locker room.

Chase: I knew it all along! I knew Rebel would be smarter than partnering with Gates… even better, he convinced Gates’ old tag partner to turn on him and join forces! Blade and Rebel together? I love it!

Harvey: Sickening, Darren… absolutely sickening!

Overdrive goes off the air with C.J. Gates struggling to get back to his feet after being laid out.