Overdrive - Sunrise, Florida (01/19/12)

[President Jeff]

Venus Grant Vs Rick Sader

With both Competitors inside the ring, the bell sounds off. Rick Sader toe kicks and catches Venus in the belly roll. She cups her stomach and quickly Sader lifts a knee into her face. She takes a few steps backwards and Rick Sader rushes in but Venus Grant lifts, spins, and slams Sader with a snap Powerslam. The Puroresu Princess gets to her feet and drops a heavy elbow down into her Opponent. She returns to her feet and pulls him up to his, whipping him forcefully across the ring.

Sader hits the ropes and springs back towards Venus only to get Cross Bodied by the big female athlete. She rolls off Sader and pushes up to her knees. Rick Sader in a hurry gets up and makes it to his feet before his female opponent, Sader clobbers Venus with a European Uppercut as she remains on her knees. Sader steps back as Venus sits on on the mat. Rick Sader rushes towards her, jumps off his feet and slaps a Diving Clothesline into her chest and putting her back to the mat. Sader makes the cover but Venus breaks before the 1.

Venus and Rick both get to their feet and Ms. Grant chest slaps Sader, Sader returns the favor and chops Venus. She shoves him for chest slapping her and quickly flips forward hitting Rick Sader dead in the chin with a Rolling Koppu Kick. The crowd got their loudest for that move as it surprised people including Rick Sader. Venus up to her feet grabs Sader by the arm and pulls him with a swift but powerful yank and as soon as he stands tall, she crushes him with a clothesline.

Venus drags Rick Sader closer to the corner turnbuckles nearby. She signals for the "Grant Finale" and climbs to the outside ring apron before climbing up to the top turnbuckle. She gets her balance and quickly hits her Shooting Star Press Finisher, hooking the leg as the referee drops and makes the pin count.

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Winner: Venus Grant

2 hours before Overdrive airs...

Keaton Saint is pacing outside the staff entrance of the Bank Atlantic Center, clearly agitated he continues to look at his phone for the time. Saint then stops himself as he notices a backstage worker moving some items on a clothing rack into the arena, Saint then mutters something under his breath and begins walking over towards the rack.

Saint: How much can this hold?

The backstage worker motions for a chin-up which Saint responds to by nodding. The backstage worker then chuckles and shakes his head before snapping an invisible twig in his hands. Saint, understanding the metaphor returns to the outside and begins pacing once more. This time however, he is met with the figure of Kurt Noble standing in the same position he was a few moments ago.

Saint: This can't be a coincidence.

Noble: It never is, is it?

Saint: I wanted to have a word with you anyhow, about our match.

Noble: The one where you beat me, right?

Noble grins to himself as he leans on his cane.

Saint: I'm not the first or last person to say this but, that match could've gone either way and if those harpies from GIW didn't interrupt things then anything could've happened. I just wanna say that at some point we should settle it, properly and without any of that outside nonsense.

Noble nods in response and is about to speak when both men are interrupted by another voice.

President Jeff: Good to see you two are getting along.

President Jeff emerges from the staff entrance and exchanges a curt nod with both men, Saint bites his lip before responding.

Saint: You didn't bring us here for counselling, so what is it?

President Jeff: You've both had your fair share of dealings these last couple of weeks.

Noble: Thanks for noticing...

Saint: Because you opened the gates of Hell and let it happen, so why are we here instead of taking the fight to them?

President Jeff: Because right now I don't need to have everyone on MY roster going on a streak of vengeance. You've both seen the developments closer than most and you're both smart enough to know the usual security team can't and won't handle these sort of problems.

Saint: And you can't hire more because?

President Jeff: Who said I haven't?

Saint: But you just said...

President Jeff: I said they won't handle the problem, not that I didn't hire them. Fact is after that terrorist attack on CWC I've had to ramp up security.

Saint: We were both there Jeff, you stepping up the suits doesn't change the fact that PETA were after CWC, not us. Ensuring the safety of the fans has nothing to do with keeping us behind, we're not the threat here.

President Jeff: That is what I'm doing and guess what, that comes at a price. They're going to be busy checking the fans and patrolling the arena to make sure nothing like that happens here. You two, you two are going to do something that requires more than just intimidation.

Saint: Oh yeah...

Noble: What are you asking us to do?

President Jeff: Goeren and the guys from Phoenix are coming down later tonight and I don't trust them to come without some sort of difference-maker. What I want you two to do is to make sure that when they arrive we don't have any surprise packages from them.

Noble: So let us in the Main Event tonight. CJ's practically trapped in the ring with all his enemies. You put us in, and we'll control this situation from there.

Saint: And you could only spare us two to counter that? Cute.

President Jeff: I'm not sparing anything here Saint, I can trust you two to hold the fort. Noble, you've got your own business with Goeren to deal with and I don't see him trying anything considering what happened at CWC.

Saint: I get that, but I've only been here a couple of weeks.

President Jeff: I've got a good memory Saint, I remember what you did last year when the Free Agency was threatening us. You didn't have to do anything but you represented APW.

Saint: You know just as well as I do that had everything to do with Level.

President Jeff: Forget the reason why you did it and just remember that you did.

Saint: I'm not an errand boy, I'm a wrestler.

Noble: So am I. Just let us wrestle tonight!

President Jeff: Saint, Noble. I can't entrust this to anyone else. I've already had a bunch of neckbeard wrestling "journalists" breathing down my neck trying to find out why you two aren't wrestling. I don't need that in my life and neither do you, you're both good guys and despite your attitude Saint, you know this is the right thing to do.

Saint: Doesn't stop me from being a git about it.

President Jeff: As long as you do this I don't care how you act. You're both good wrestlers but you're both good people, we're running out of those in this business. I'll send someone down with the details of everything, you're going to have to make yourselves comfortable since they're coming through this entrance.

Saint: As long as I get a coffee I'll be fine.

Noble: And a chair maybe? Cripples can't stand for too long...

President Jeff: We'll get someone to bring all of that down for you.

President Jeff makes his leave as Saint and Noble both exchange a knowing nod with each other. They maintain their silence as Saint begins doing press-ups on the ground while Noble leans against a wall.

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: This is the last APW Show before Survive and Conquer and we have a jam packed show here tonight

Harvey: We got Kurt Noble and Keaton Saint guarding the entrance of the building, making sure no one shows up to try any funny business

Chase: Also tonight, we got Level One taking on Kid Dynamo after Kid Dynamo cost Level One his match last week

Harvey: Also Terry Marvin takes on Survive and Conquer Competitor, who recently signed with APW earier this week, Lisa Lyon

Chase: We got lots of stuff on the show, so lets not waste any more time and get on to the opening match


Harvey: Our first match is something of a re-match between two wrestlers who debuted last week on Overdrive.

A VT is played recapping John Dionysus defeating Donovan Caine in a triple threat match last week.

Chase: You have to wonder what kind of butt ugly face Donovan Caine hides underneath all that make-up.

"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 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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first: he was born in A Shallow Grave; weighing in at 210 pounds; he is "The King Of The Dead" DONOVAN CAINE!

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

Paige: Introducing his opponent: from Boston, MA; he weighs 255lbs...JOHN DIONYSUS!

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. 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.

Singles Match
John Dionysus v Donovan Caine

Donovan Caine doesn’t even allow Dionysus to get to his feet and starts to attack him with stomps as he slides under the bottom rope. The ref signals for the bell and the match officially begins. Caine continues to assault Dionysus with the stomps, but Dionysus does manage to fight through the blows to get to his feet. However, Dionysus is trapped against the ropes and Caine switches the attack to repeated Mongolian chops that eventually beat Dionysus down into a seated position on the middle rope. Caine pushes Dionysus into a corner and starts to work over his midsection with repeated shoulder thrusts. After six of these, Caine takes a few steps backwards before charging at Dionysus and connecting with a running shoulder thrust to the abdomen. Dionysus gives out a groan, but Caine’s assault is relentless. He Irish whips Dionysus across to the opposite corner and follows through with a Stinger splash. Dionysus backs out of the corner, Caine climbs to the second rope and drops Dionysus with a shoulder charge. Caine makes the cover...

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Dionysus kicks out!

Harvey: Caine has dominated these early exchanges and almost scores the near fall.

Chase: I didn’t think the undead could move so fast.

Caine lifts Dionysus to his feet and delivers a stiff headbutt, Dionysus stumbles across the ring. Caine grabs him and delivers another headbutt, Dionysus stumbles back in the opposite direction. Caine catches up with him and delivers a third headbutt that puts Dionysus on his knees, the fourth headbutt knocks Dionysus down to the mat. Caine mounts Dionysus, lets one of his demonic howls, and starts repeatedly punching Dionysus in the head. The crowd count along and the count is ten. Caine gets to his feet and screeches again, getting himself a mild reaction. Caine starts to stalk Dionysus, and when his prey finally gets to his feet he delivers another of his favoured headbutts, followed by a rake of the back and a stiff elbow to the back of the head. Caine runs across the ring, using the ropes for extra spring, charges back at Dionysus and floors him with a running clothesline. There is yet another taunt from beyond the grave. Caine grabs Dionysus and sets him for Six Feet Under (belly to back tombstone piledriver), but Dionysus counters with a back body drop that he turns into a Samoan drop, giving Dionysus his first offense of the match and some valuable recovery time.

Harvey: John Dionysus is doing all he can just to stay in this match.

Dionysus is first to his feet, but he looks a bit groggy and uncertain on his feet following all those blows to the head. Caine gets up, but Dionysus is open him quickly with a facebreaker knee smash. Dionysus mounts Caine and gives him a taste of his own medicine with several mounted punches before Caine counters with a thumb poke to the eye. This knocks Dionysus off balance and gives Caine the chance to push Dionysus off him and quickly thrusting his leg upwards and kicking Dionysus in the side of the head. With Dionysus temporarily fazed Caine rolls out of the ring to give himself a breather and some respite. A few seconds later Dionysus follows him out of the ring, but Caine runs away and a chase around the ring ensues, ending with Caine crawling under the ring.

Chase: Where is he going?

Dionysus begins to search under the ring apron but can find no sign of Caine who seems to have vanished into thin air. Dionysus moves around the ring, continuing his search, and the ref begins the count out.

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Dionysus looks confused and looks over and around his shoulder to find Caine, but he is nowhere.

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Dionysus continues to search under the ring.

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Donovan Caine re-appears, crawling from under the ring with a black steel baseball bat.

Harvey: I don’t think Donovan Caine has honourable intentions here.

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Caine creeps up on Dionysus and swings the bat, but Dionysus knows he is there and ducks, the bat slams into the ring post making a clunking sound. There is a pop from the crowd.

Chase: I think Dionysus’ head would have exploded like a watermelon if that had connected.

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With Caine caught off caught from his ‘play and miss’ Dionysus grapples him from the side and launches Caine with his ‘Above The Cut’ body lock suplex on to the mats outside the ring.

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Dionysus picks up Caine and rolls him into the ring.

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Dionysus climbs onto the apron and the ref ends the count. Caine moves swift as cat and pulls Dionysus down by the head, nailing him with a top rope facebreaker, Dionysus falls into a lying position on the apron. Caine uses the ropes for momentum and runs back at Dionysus, knocking him off the apron with a baseball slide. Caine gets out of the ring, mounts Dionysus and starts to choke him by placing both hands around the throat. The ref starts another count, but this time it ends at seven as Caine rolls Dionysus into the ring. Caine grabs the baseball bat and rolls into the ring. He stands over Dionysus, his eyes shifting from the bat to his opponent and back again.

Harvey: Caine has this baseball bat...he’s gonna get himself disqualified.

Chase: Disqualified? I think he’s gonna get himself booked down, murder one!

Caine pulls the bat back ready to swing but Dionysus shoots his right foot upwards and connects with a toe kick. Dionysus gets up and kicks the bat out of Caine’s hand, and then plants ‘The King of the Dead’ with a backdrop backbreaker. Dionysus makes a cover, but there is an instant kick out by Caine. Dionysus pulls Caine to his feet, kicks the bat out of harm’s way, and then whips Caine into a corner. Dionysus bears down on Caine and starts unloading his signature punching combination of body shots, jabs and a stiff right hook. Dionysus whips Caine across to the opposite turnbuckle and follows through with a running knee to the face. Dionysus repeats this combination of whip and running knee in another corner before dragging Caine to the centre of the ring and inflicting his Cerebral Bore signature move on ‘The Grave Stalker’. Dionysus makes the cover...

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Caine throws up a shoulder.

Harvey: This is a strong fightback by Dionysus, but does he have enough to beat ‘The King of the Dead’?

Dionysus sets up Caine for a second Cerebral Bore but Caine grabs Dionysus’ arm as he tries to club Caine’s chest, and Caine somehow, despite having little leverage, pulls Dionysus downwards enough to throw out his trusty thumb into Dionysus’ eye. This is the momentum shift Caine needs and he capitalises by whipping Dionysus against the ropes and taking him down with an arm drag, making sure it is quite a big toss so that Dionysus lands hard on his ass and the impact reverberates through his spine. Caine moves quickly still, lifting Dionysus up and bring him down hard with an atomic drop, again afflicting the spine of Dionysus. Caine, like a man possessed, bounces off the ropes and charges at Dionysus as quick as his legs will carry him, shoulder charging Dionysus in his lower back. This knocks Dionysus to the mat, clutching his back, but Caine is relentless and quickly applies a chin lock, keeping Dionysus in a seated position, which allows Caine to drive his knee into Dionysus’ back every 2-3 seconds.

Harvey: I’ve been impressed by Caine in this match, and his relentless assault on Dionysus. He seems to be quite fixated on C.J. Gates, do you think the Undisputed Champion is taking notes?

Chase: I think Gates has enough on his plate with Johnny Rebel at the moment; I highly doubt he’s concerned by a guy who has obviously read too many comic books when he knows that Johnny Rebel is going to take that Undisputed Title away from him any week now.

Caine maintains this hold and the assault for about thirty seconds, which makes at least ten times that knee being driven into Dionysus’ spine, as well as the pressure applied from the chin lock. Caine changes his position and his balance, releasing the chin lock, and now starts to punch Dionysus hard in the back, each blow causing Dionysus to groan in pain. Caine lifts up the visibly softened up Dionysus and drives him into a stiff backbreaker. Caine makes the cover...

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Dionysus kicks out, but clutches at his back.

Caine shows his mean streak by re-applying the chin lock and driving the knee several more times into Dionysus’ spine. This strategy is completed with a big running knee into Dionysus’ spine. Caine believes this is his moment and sets up Dionysus for the Six Feet Under (belly to back tombstone piledriver). Caine lifts Dionysus into the belly to back hold, but Dionysus tries to fight and struggle. Caine is unable to hold a man who is 35lbs heavier in this position while he objects, the result being Caine falls backwards and Dionysus lands on top of him. Dionysus grabs and pulls up Caine’s legs for the cover...

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Caine kicks out....just!

Caine rolls away from Dionysus, is the first to his feet and soccer kicks Dionysus in the back. He repeats the attack but Dionysus grabs his leg this time, reverses by lifting Caine up by the legs and drills him into the mat with a running high angle spinebuster.

Harvey: That was a powerful counter by Dionysus, but I’m not sure he has enough left in the locker to make the cover here.

Both men are down on the mat, and after a few seconds they crawl towards the ropes at opposite sides of the ring. Dionysus is definitely the one needing greatest assistance from the ropes and therefore he is slower getting to his feet. By the time he does Caine has begun his assault with a few punches to the head. After 2-3 shots Dionysus drops to one knee. Caine grabs him and tries to whip him across the ring, but Dionysus reverses and as Caine bounces back and Dionysus looks for his powerful swinging side slam called ‘Event Horizon’, but Caine pulls off a spectacular reversal into a swinging DDT. Caine lifts Dionysus, and this time there is no mistake as Caine drills him head first with Six Feet Under. Caine covers...

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Winner: Donovan Caine

‘Got The Life’ starts to play and Caine is announced as the winner. The ref tentatively approaches Caine to raise his arm in victory. Caine continues to stand over Dionysus and stare menacingly at his first APW victim. Caine lets out his signature high pitched scream before he exits the ring leaving Dionysus on his back.

Harvey: There you have it, Donovan Caine defeats John Dionysus this week and collects his maiden APW victory. Your thoughts Johnny?

Chase: Next!


We cut back to the outside of the arena where Keaton Saint and Kurt Noble are awaiting the arrival the contingent from Phoenix Wrestling. Saint is continuing to pass the time by exercising as he is currently in the process of doing sit-ups. Noble continues to watch for any sign of the imminent arrival from the non-APW wrestlers.

Noble:This is really getting to you, isn't it?

Saint: And it isn't getting on your nerves?

Noble merely nods in response.

Saint: I know I gave Jeff some lip earlier on but surely there had to be a better way than this?

Noble: What do you mean?

Saint: Come on, even you don't expect Rebel and Blade to keep on the level once that bell rings. Gates is gonna be slaughtered if he's not careful.

Noble: You reckon we'd have been better partners?

Saint: To be perfectly honest, yeah I do.

Noble: Jeff was right, there aren't many people in APW who would do this. If we were in that match tonight nobody would be here to do what we're doing now. Nothing would stop them from entering the arena with a declaration of war. APW needs us tonight.

Saint: I'm not afraid of them being tooled up.

Noble: You don't have to be, you'd have to be aware of their intentions though.

Saint stops his sit-ups and gets to his feet.

Saint: You wanna know why I'm the CWC Hardcore champ?

Noble: You're good with weapons?

Saint: No no, it's because I'm a vindictive bast--

Noble interrupts Saint by pointing out the limosuine swiftly approaching the entrance of the arena.

Noble: They're here.

Saint: You ready?

Noble: Always am.

Both men keep their eyes on the limosuine as the driver exits the vehicle and makes his way to open the passenger door at the rear. A quick glance at the license plate 'PH03N1X1' reveals that the limo contains the two competitors from Phoenix Wrestling, Juan Ramirez and BADASS. The Phoenix contingent exit the vehicle as the driver comes back into view carrying two large suitcases. Saint shakes his head at this and calls out to the men.

Saint: Your wrestling gear, nothing else!

BADASS: I'm not taking orders from some shit-faced security guard, and his J-lo chin butt-friend.

Noble takes a step forward.

Noble: You'll take orders from me, you're not here for a vacation. Your wrestling gear and nothing else.

BADASS: I don't need to take orders from you either, cripple.

Noble: If you wanna walk into that arena instead of getting dragged by your little friend of there, you will.

BADASS walks towards Noble and Saint with Ramirez in tow.

BADASS: And if I say no, you're going to beat the shit out of me?

Ramirez: We ain't here for you, you best be stepping, no, hobbling off.

BADASS and Ramirez share a moment of laughter before Noble interrupts.

Noble: Joke all you want, you're not bringing anything in other than the basics.

BADASS: I don't care what little regime you have here. These are very, VERY important objects and I'm not having you tell me what I can do, bitch. They're either going in, or up your ass. Your pick, suck-monkey.

Noble: I'm just giving you some advice, unless you want to see me humiliate you *again* when we have our match?

BADASS: Why not have a preview here? I don't gotta wait. You can get your little dick broken off right now for all I care.

BADASS clenches his fist and Noble begins to do the same when Saint intervenes.

Saint: Oi! I am not here to deal with this, you get your gear and that is it. No fighting, no nothing.

Ramirez: And what if we want to fight?

Saint: I didn't say I wasn't willing to kick your arse, Juan.

Saint smirks at Ramirez who takes a few steps closer towards him.

Ramirez: This isn't some little promotion Saint, I'm bigger and better than you could even dream about.

Saint: You're sure about that, you smug bast-

Noble: Keaton! We're not here to start anything.

Saint glances at Noble and nods.

Saint: You're right, I'm getting way ahead of myself here. Juan, don't try and start something you're not capable of finishing, right. You wanna make a statement, go and do it in the ring because I'm not dealing with this crap from any of you.

Ramirez: Maybe I want to start something out here.

Saint: I'm not gonna stop you. But if you do, you know what I'm like and you KNOW I won't stop whether its out here or wherever. I'll break your damn kneecaps with Noble's cane if I have to.

Ramirez: Haha, as if you'd...

Saint gets right in Ramirez's face, their eyes mere centimetres apart.

Saint: Don't bait me into doing it, don't think I won't.

The two men engage in a staring contest of sorts before Ramirez backs down and nods in response.

Ramirez: There aren't nearly enough cameras here for this to be worth the trouble. Come on, let's get our stuff.

BADASS: I hope you two are enjoying this because by the end of tonight you're going to see the Phoenix rise above ANYTHING you lot have to offer.

Noble: We'll see about that.

BADASS: Oh yes we will.

Noble: You know what else we're going to see?

BADASS screws his face in response.

Noble: We're going to see if you two are packing any "extra" baggage.

Noble lifts his cane and points it at BADASS and Ramirez as we cut away from the outside of the arena.

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back on the air and the camera pans in the ring where the Survive and Conquer entrants from Phoenix Wrestling are gathered. BAD ASS is in the middle of the ring with a microphone with Seth Black and Juan Ramirez are both sitting on a turnbuckle on opposite sides of the ring. The fans at ringside begin a loud “APW! APW! APW!” chant that drowns out any effort PW makes to speak. After several attempts, BAD ASS decides to speak over the riled-up crowd.

BAD ASS: The world has been wondering what Phoenix Wrestling has been doing interrupting the minor league known to most of you fuck-ups as Thursday Night Overdrive. People keep asking what the endgame is. Are we trying to take over APW? Nope, that wouldn’t even be a challenge. In all honesty, we’ve come here for two reasons: obviously, one of us is going to win Survive and Conquer. Secondly, we’re here to make sure that pipsqueak “Simply Put” Johnny Rebel ends up six-feet under! For weeks that inbred has been feeding all of you bullshit and much to my amazement all of you have bought it! Somebody needs to shut him up once and for all and I figure since we’re all accustomed to doing it every week that we’d just add another stop on our schedule.

The crowd dies down a little as they aren’t thrilled with Phoenix interrupting the show, however Johnny Rebel’s name doesn’t elicit a round of applause.

Juan Ramirez: The only reason why anybody even talks about that fool is because he thinks he’s entitled as champion! That second-rate piece of trash known as the Overdrive championship that he carries around is absolutely worthless. I took the only thing that he had going for him in PW’s International Championship and it’s going to remain here! Without that title, he’s just like every other no-name that comes through the curtains every week. Shit, I get more draw than the Undisputed Champion here in APW! My fan base is expanding all over the fucking world from just the five years I’ve been in this industry and this fool thinks he’s runnin’ shit? You ain’t nothin… the amount of tears Rebel shed over that broad gettin’ dumped in the bathroom is pathetic.

PW’s International Champion waves at the camera while blowing a kiss with his other hand and whispering “Sarah” the name of Rebel’s personal secretary.

Seth Black: Rebel’s a marked man these days. He’s got enemies coming from all angles… unfortunately for him, we’re his biggest threat and we thrive on doing things our way! I told you weeks ago that I wasn’t just going to put an end to your name in Phoenix Wrestling; that would have been too easy. I’m out to put an end to that pathetic thing that you call a career and if you’re lucky enough to stick around Survive and Conquer long enough to see me than I’d love to do you the honors of throwing you over the top rope as I waltz on through to the next round. You’re playing a dangerous game Rebel and it’s a game with consequences that I don’t think you fully understand…

Seth Black is cut off by the sound of “Sieben” by Subway to Sally as CWC Heavyweight Champion Azrael Goeren comes bursting through the entrance curtain and with a smile on his face begins pacing down to the ring. The APW fans, now accustomed to the Azrael’s interruptions on Overdrive, immediate react with a chorus of hate.

Goeren: You know I couldn’t let you three PW fotzes have all the fun! It seems as if we have a common bond in that we’re both trying to eliminate inferior bottom-feeders that think they actually have a shot at winning Survive and Conquer! Rebel, Noble, C.J Gates… they are all the same!

The crowd cheers at the sound of APW’s top names, especially Noble and Gates. The crew from Phoenix nods in agreement.

Goeren: It’s a shame that Kurt Noble refuses to show his face when I’m around! He’s off moonlighting in some B-minus promotion instead of, you know, defending his home turf here in APW! The thing is I don’t have a problem kicking in the teeth of any other member of this half-rate federation that thinks they are worthy of stepping in the ring with someone of my caliber!

BAD ASS: Face it, folks… you should be lucky that we have descended here to try and give you something worthwhile to watch this evening. You have the most motivated BAD ASS there ever could be, a hungry Juan Ramirez ready to bash in Rebel’s teeth like he did with his two-bit bimbo last week on Explosion, an amped up Seth Black and now the CWC Heavyweight Champion standing at our side. We’re going to put the APW to bed once and for all! So, here’s what we’re going to do… any of you blowhards in the back who think they want a piece of us this evening, come on out here and give it your best shot!

After a few moments of silence and the crowd continuing to show their hatred for the four men standing in the ring, they immediately change their tune at the sound of “Shooting Star” by Black Stone Cherry comes blaring over the sound system. The APW Undisputed Champion C.J. Gates comes walking through the curtain and doesn’t waste any time answering the challenge.

Gates: You know I was going to let this continue for a little while longer but I decided that it would probably be better for the four of you if I came out and put an end to it! A few more minutes and this crowd would have been in the ring answering your pathetic little challenge. Week after week now I’ve sat back and watched each of you run your mouth about how APW doesn’t compare to other organizations and quite frankly, I’m getting a little sick of it! There isn’t a promotion on this planet that carries the type of reputation that we do and the trophy from CWC Supremacy proves it! If I remember correctly, I think APW blew through Phoenix Wrestling on our way to the crown… do we need a refresher?

C.J’s comments sting the men from Phoenix Wrestling as BAD ASS kicks the bottom rope in frustration. Seth Black leans over the top rope nonchalantly and motions out for Gates to come down to the ring.

Goeren: Come on, Gatesy! You know that Kurt Noble carried Team APW to the crown… and maybe if YOU need a reminder than maybe you should flashback to later that evening where I conquered both you and this guy over here for the CWC Heavyweight Championship!

Azrael points over to Seth Black, who has to be restrained by Juan Ramirez. Black unbuckles his PW World Heavyweight Championship and holds it up in the air to show Goeren his dominance.

Goeren: You had nothing to do with APW’s win at Supremacy and you’ll never have anything to do with my belt! Even if you had the guts to face the four of us in this ring, you can’t do it alone! Face it… there isn’t one person willing to watch your back!

#SIMPLY
#F’N
#PUT!

A recorded voice comes over the loudspeakers and out comes the APW Overdrive Champion, “Simply Put” Johnny Rebel, with Blade trailing behind him. Rebel slides his trademark sunglasses over his head and immediately makes a beeline for the ring but Blade grabs him and holds him from getting any farther. Gates stands over on the other side of the entrance ramp not sure whether or not he can trust Rebel and Blade.

Rebel: There isn’t another place in the world I’d rather be right now than putting my boot up all four of your rear-ends. I can’t believe after the stunt the three of you pulled last week on PW’s Explosion that you would dare even be in the same arena as me! It’s one thing to continue to run-in and ambush me when I’m not looking. I can deal with that! However, when you had your thugs bumrush Sarah and leave her lifeless than you crossed a line that you’ll never be able to recover from! Roll the footage!

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PW Explosion – 1/15/2012

BAD ASS; Listen up you old arthritic feeble diaper wearing metamucil supporting wrinkly ballsack of a sad excuse for a wrestler. I'm motherfucking tired of a angry bird lookin' motherfucker like you always putting Empire's name in your mouth, How DARE you share Empire's sanctimonious name in the same orifice that you share Stevenson's cock. That's blasphemous, and I will DESTROY YOU for that!

[[BAD ASS points at Rebel, who's waving on BAD ASS to get in the ring.]]

BAD ASS: Look, stop frontin'. I know you're afraid to fight. So I think I found a way to make you fight. Now before I show you this, I must say I had absolutely nothing to do with it. At all.

[[BAD ASS points to the PhoenixTron, and up comes a backstage shot of Sarah lying bloody and beaten in the women's bathroom. Rebel freaks out, grabbing his hair and forgetting about BAD ASS. He goes to fly through the ropes, but the recovered William surprises him with a Shotei!, followed by an Outsider! BAD ASS slides into the ring amongst the huge amount of boos which are now devolving into trash throwing. BAD ASS stands over the fallen Rebel, looking down on him with an evil grin.]]

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Rebel: Trust me, I’d rather face all four of you on my own than team with C.J. Gates but tonight, consider this a done deal. C.J. Gates, Johnny Rebel and Blade vs. BAD ASS, Juan Ramirez, Seth Black and Azrael Goeren. We’ll see you tonight… if you make it that far!

Rebel turns his back to the crew in the ring and begins his exit making a quick detour to shove the microphone in C.J. Gates’ chest. Blade flashes a quick smirk at Gates as the two walk by and then disappear through the curtain with C.J. staring down his opponents in the ring.

Harvey: Wow! A blockbuster main event and a potential preview of Survive and Conquer! PW will step in the ring with CWC Heavyweight Champion Azrael Goeren against the unlikeliest team of our very own Gates, Rebel and Blade!

Chase: I don’t like this at all. We can’t be sure that Rebel isn’t a spy for PW! There isn’t any love loss between Gates and Blade; especially after what happened last week at the end of Overdrive. Something is going to give, Darren!

Harvey: We’ll be right back!

[President Jeff]

The Scene opens in the back with Cindy Shannon standing next to “The Real Show” Terry Marvin.

Cindy: Ladies and gentlemen, we’re standing here with the man who pulled off a huge upset victory last week over Level-One

Terry: You know, I’m sick and tired of people coming up to me and telling me that it was an upset. Fact of the matter is this…I’m simply BETTER than Level One. It was no upset, no miracle. It’s time for the world to face the fact that the real show simply is GOD’s GIFT TO WRESTLING.

Cindy: I’m sorry for the presumption, but after your last tenure here, pulling of the biggest win in your APW career seems like a huge turn around for you.

Terry smiles and takes his shades off hanging them on his shirt. He then turns square to the camera and now talks in a cheesy voice.

Terry: You’re right Cindy, something was definitely different last week. See, I’ve been working my ass off to get into better shape, and physically I’m at the peak of my career. But when I made my debut back to APW Overdrive, somebody approached me about the biggest revolution in dietary supplement.

Terry picks up a big red can and holds it to the camera, it reads “Donkey Punch”

Terry: This red can of awesomeness gave me the energy and quick thinking ability to take down the giant that is Level One

He takes a big drink of Donkey Punch and shakes his head letting out a loud sigh.

Terry: HEE HAW!!!!.....KKRRRAAACCCKK!!

Terry: Have a Donkey Punch and you two can embarrass that overrated, washed up hack we call LEVEL ONE!

Disclaimer: Donkey Punch is a signature move and a copyright beverage of Knuckles incorporated which is a subsidiary of Action Packed Wrestling. Any duplication or unauthorized use of either is subject to the biggest ass beating of your life.

The camera’s cut backstage to see Blade and his agent Jackson walking down the corridor towards the locker room area, carrying his sports bag with him the two are engaged in conversation.

Blade: Of course I’m upset I lost to Kurt Noble last week, but did you see what happened? I owned that ring and left with my head held high. This week can only get better, my 2nd main event of the year, this truly is the year of Blade Jacko…

Jackson: If you say so Pete, but you need to be careful, I am sure CJ will be after your blood tonight after you cracked him in the head last week…

Blade: That’s old news, I am not the same person that was in the Exchange Rate, I have come back with a new attitude and the suits upstairs are already starting to notice it…

Jackson: All I am saying is watch your back, he isn’t the only person that will be gunning for you this week, you just have to be careful and keep a low profile..

Blade: Yeah like that will happen.

They reach the locker room that has been set aside for Blade, Jackson reaches down and turns the handle opening the door slightly before jumping back and blocking Blade’s entrance.

Blade: C’mon bud, I need to get ready to kick some ass tonight.

Jackson: Pete, I really wouldn’t go in there if I were you..

Blade: Quit messing around and get out of the way…

With that said, Blade uses his strength to move Jackson from the doorway and swings it open. Upon entering Blade stops in his tracks and his sports bag drops to the floor.

Blade: You have to be fucking kidding me…

The locker room is filled with everything from rubber swords to plastic knives.

Blade: Someone is going to pay for this, you can count on it…

Blade turns out of the room and heads back down the corridor with a pissed off look on his face. As he does the cameras in the arena turn to static as it fades into the promotional area and picks up Cindy Shannon standing there with Yarmouth Blade.

Cindy Shannon: Please welcome my guest at this time, One of APW'S newest acquisitions Yarmouth Blade.

The crowd boo heavily as Yarmouth Blade comes in to camera shot, Yarmouth smiles at the camera as he hear's the booing crowd.

Cindy Shannon: It’s been rumored that at Survive and Conquer you will be gaining a rematch with Blade after your performance in recent weeks, how do you feel going in to this match?

Yarmouth Blade: I am sick and tired of this punk kid, He think's just cuz he has the same name as me that he can tell me what to do, He got lucky a few weeks ago and then attacked from behind with a steel chair.

Cindy: But Yarmouth, you attacked him, with a chair first…

Yarmouth: Quiet Cindy. Blade obviously sees me as a threat, Now at Survive and Conquer, I will be the survivor, Blade will just be another victim of mine, and just to make things a little more interesting I have a little proposition for Blade.

Yarmouth scans the area before flexing his muscles at the camera staring deep at it.

Cindy: And what's the Yarmouth?

Yarmouth Blade: Action Packed Wrestling can't have to people with the same name as each other, so here is what I propose.

Yarmouth Blade pauses.

Yarmouth: The loser of the match has to change their name, The winner well they get to keep their name.

Yarmouth pauses once more and lets out an evil laugh

Yarmouth: So how about it Blade, You up for it or are you just too chicken?

Cindy : So let me get the right, you are giving a challenge to Blade, in a loser changes their name match?

Yarmouth Blade: That's right you heard me Cindy, This company just aint big enough for the two of us.

Yarmouth pauses.

Yarmouth: So, What do you say Blade, Are you up for it or not?

Yarmouth Blade knocks the microphone away from his face and storms off the camera set as he can hear a commotion in the background.

Cindy: Well APW you heard it here first, name vs name at Survive and Conquer. When Blade hears about this I am sure he will have an answer for us.

The cameras turn back to static as we head back to ringside.


Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and if “Stunning” Stan Everdeen wins, the Studmuffins get a Tag Team Title Match at Survive & Conquer!

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. They are joined by their manager, Biggs, who's wearing his fancy ring jacket and signature shades.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, accompanied by “Sr. Guapo” Armando Asante and Biggs, weighing in at 265 pounds, from Tampa, Florida, he is one half of the Studmuffins, “Stunning” Stan Everdeen!

Harvey: Tonight is the biggest match so far in the young APW career of the Studmuffins! All they need is for “Stunning” Stan to win here tonight, and they get a shot at the Tag Team Titles at the pay per view!

Chase: Sr. Guapo did his part last week against Rick Sader, but “Stunning” Stan fell short against the other half of the tag team champs, Warren Peace!

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.

“Where Eagles Dare,” by the Misfits, hits the speakers and Warren Peace makes his entrance with Rick Sader in tow to a chorus of boos. Warren just ignores the fans, keeping his eyes locked on the task ahead of him, glaring at “Stunning” Stan in the ring.

Paige: And his opponent, accompanied by Rick Sader, weighing in at 200 pounds, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, he is one half of the APW Tag Team Champions, Warren Peace!

Warren rolls in beneath the bottom rope and gets to his feet, unclasping his APW Tag Team Title belt and tossing it to the mat, showing just how little he cares about being the champion. The disdain on his face is evident as the ref quickly checks both men for foreign objects, and following the search, the ref calls for the bell as the rest of the people clear the ring, DING! DING! DING!

Warren Peace vs. “Stunning” Stan Everdeen

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Before the bell finishes ringing, Warren Peace is already up in “Stunning” Stan's face, launching a vicious tirade of punches and kicks that backs Stan into the corner. Warren climbs to the second turnbuckle, and starts pummeling Stan's face with rapid fire punches, until Stan shoves him off! However, Warren lands on his feet and rushes right back in to nail Stan in the chin with a Running High Knee! He then gives Stan a Snapmare out of the corner, followed by a Double Knee Drop to the head! He hooks both legs, and the ref counts while Biggs and Sr. Guapo look tensely from the the outside, 1
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Kick out from Stan! Warren stays on the offensive, mounting Stan and giving him some more shots the face, giving the larger man no chance to get to his feet! Sader pounds the mat on the outside, encouraging his partner as he continues to give the pretty boy several measured shots to the face again and again! After about two dozen punches, Warren dismounts and motions for Stan to make his way to his feet, and as he does, Warren gives him a stiff kick to the gut, and pulls him in position for the DDT! However, before he can pull it off, Stan counters with a Northern Lights Suplex, bridging his back into a pin, 1
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Kick out from the champ!

Harvey: A timely counter for “Stunning” Stan there! He almost secured the Tag Team Title shot with that move there!

It's going to take more than that to defeat Warren Peace!

On the outside, Biggs and Sr. Guapo encourage the crowd to start a “Let's go Stan! Let's go Stan!” chant, which fires Stan up! As both men begin to make their way back up, Stan takes Warren down with a quick Fireman's Carry! Warren slaps the mat in frustration, but makes his way back up, only to get a Double Leg Takedown for his troubles! Stan proceeds to mount Warren, and gives him some hard punches to the face before pulling him back up by the hair and shooting him into the ropes! “Stunning” Stan catches Warren in an Abdominal Stretch on the rebound, torquing the midsection of the champ!

Harvey: We mentioned last week how “Stunning” Stan's height makes this move even more dangerous than normal, and that's still the case this week!

Stan is smiling as he has control of the hold, and is shouting to get the crowd into it, to which they oblige! The cheers turn to boos after about a minute, as Warren stomps Stan's foot, and in the momentary reaction from Stan, has the leverage to pull off a modified Hip Toss! “Stunning” Stan rubs his back a bit on the way up, but gets caught in an Abdominal Stretch from Warren Peace as well!

Chase: Turnabout's fair play!

As Warren maintains the hold, he uses his free arm to elbow the exposed ribs of “Stunning” Stan, drawing loud boos from the crowd! As the ref checks with Stan to see if he submits, Warren reaches back and grabs a hold of the top rope, gaining even more leverage! As the ref begins to look back up towards Warren, he lets go of the rope, but right as soon as the ref goes back to checking on Stan, Warren gets his hand on the rope again! Stan is gritting his teeth in pain, and Sr. Guapo hops up on the apron in anger to try and tell the ref what's going on! This has the opposite effect of what Sr. Guapo had hoped, though, as it allows Rick Sader to get up to the apron himself, and grab a hold of Warren's hand, helping him apply more pressure to the midsection and ribs of “Stunning” Stan Everdeen! Biggs is yelling for Sr. Guapo to get down, while pointing towards the infraction being committed by the Tag Champs! Sr. Guapo listens his manager and hops down, allowing the ref to turn around and just barely catch Warren Peace and Rick Sader in the act! The ref runs over and kicks Warren's arm free from Rick's, and motions for Rick to leave the ringside area, ejecting him! The fans pop as Rick begins to argue with the referee, and Warren lets go of Stan to plead his partner's case, getting right in the ref's face as well! While the champs are having some choice words for the ref, “Stunning” Stan comes from behind, and rolls Warren up in the School Boy, 1
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Winner: “Stunning” Stan Everdeen[/center]

Paige: Here is your winner, by disqualification, “Stunning” Stan Everdeen!

Chase: What a bonehead move by Rick Sader! He just gave the Studmuffins the Tag Team Title shot with his poor judgment!

Harvey: Rick Sader was in the process of being ejected as it was, but he let his temper get the best of him, as he draws the DQ and gives the Studmuffins the shot at the Tag Team Titles they were hoping for at Survive & Conquer!

By this point, Rick is ignoring the ref, stomping the living daylights out of Stan Everdeen as Sr. Guapo slides into the ring! Sr. Guapo comes flying over and Clotheslines Rick Sader! Warren Peace has the wherewithal to slide out of the ring before he can get attacked, and he's right there as Sader gets clotheslined right over the ropes down to the floor! Warren is yelling at Rick, chastising him as he makes his way back to his feet, shoving his partner! Rick doesn't take kindly to this, shoving Warren right back! It doesn't take long for the two explosive personalities to combust, and before you know it, Warren Peace and Rick Sader are trading blows on the outside! The Studmuffins and Biggs just laugh from inside the ring as “Sexy and I Know It” begins to play again and the ref raises Stan's arm in victory!

Harvey: The Tag Team Champions are imploding right now! Warren Peace and Rick Sader better hope they can get along better at Survive & Conquer, otherwise, their Tag Team Championships will be taken from them at the hands of the Studmuffins!

The Studmuffins exit the ring with Biggs, dancing for the fans as they do so, leaving the champs brawling at ringside. Refs and security rush down the ramp to try and break the champs up as APW cuts to backstage.


Entering the Arena comes the APW World Heavyweight Champion and Cult Leader, Nathaniel Havok and Chaz Dillinger. The World Title safetly placed over his shoulder as they step into the Hallways. Wearing shades, Havok pulls them from his face as the door behind them closes. As Chaz steps to Havok's side, they are both surprised out of nowhere. Jason Kash and Odin Balfore quickly enter the scene attacking Cult members viciously. Kash throwing rapid repeated shots onto Havok's back after pulling his shirt up over his own head Hockey Style. Kash throws up a knee and Havok flies back against the wall of the exit door. Kash leaps in throwing a Super Man punch but Havok moves and Kash slams fist first into the steel door. Quickly Havok drives Kash in a spear motion to the concrete floor and pounds away into his Challenger and Former Champion.

Harvey: Oh Geez, these guys are not waiting around to play games anymore. That staredown on Asylum really set of someone's switch.

Chase: The peak of this War is coming, the eye of the storm. Chaz and Odin have even been dragged into this war zone, Overdrive is really getting out of hand here. First the Invaders and now uncontrollable brawls backstage..

Odin slams Chaz up against the wall, Chaz lifts a knee into the groin and Odin's grip is released. Chaz shoves Odin back and the big man trips backwards over Havok and Kash on the ground. Havok gets up and pushes off Odin and begins to attack the big man as Chaz starts to pull Kash off the ground. Kash drills Chaz in the kidney with a solid blow and runs Dillinger by the back of his head, into a far wall outside of the scene. You can hear the skin smack against the thud of the wall. Kash turns around as Havok comes down hard with a Steel Chair against Odin's downed head. His head bounces off the concrete floor and Kash leaps across the open space and tackles Havok into the wall. Kash throws a stomach shot and then follows up with a shot to the back spine. Havok double arms down onto Kash's back, as his doubled fists land, Kash lifts Havok up into the air and slams him down with a vicious backdrop.

Chase: One of these men might get hurt here, save it for the ring! You ruin Survive & Conquer and...Well, Harvey here will kick your asses!

Harvey: They can't hear you...Wait, don't be using me as a threat! Are we that friendly? News to me.

Chase: We'd hurt them together, we'd own the Tag Division!

Harvey: Heh, you can face Rico Casteel and whats his name all on your own there Friend!

Security comes into the scene in a rush, EMTs there to check on Chaz and Odin who seem to be alright. Both coming to their senses but Jason Kash and Nathaniel Havok are still swinging punches like madmen. Security pull them apart but with everyone in a small hallway, it's a plugged up hole that won't be finished anytime soon. The scene fades to commercial.

[President Jeff]

“Hate Me Now” Blares over the loudspeakers, and out struts the smug and cocky Terry Marvin with a smirk on his face to a loud chorus of boos from the crowd. He stands on the entrance ramp for a couple seconds just looking at all of them and soaking in their “love and affection.” He then slowly makes his day down the ramp and glares at the fans on either side of the ramp, laughing at their pathetic attempts to make him feel bad about himself.

He slides into the ring under the bottom rope and hits the turnbuckle, standing on the top and spreading his hands out for all to see as they just boo him more and louder. He hops down from the turnbuckle and paces around the middle of the ring, smirking and jawing with a few fans at ringside before he pulls the microphone to his mouth and goes to talk before stopping over the loud boos and jeers from the crowd. After a couple more seconds, He pulls the microphone up to his face again and begins.

Terry Marvin: Thank you so much for that lovely welcome out here on Overdrive. It’s just so great to see how much you all really adore me!

More boos as Terry just laughs and soaks them in. He paces in a circle as he looks down at the mat and begins again.

Terry Marvin: Tonight, I step in the ring with a woman who I have a good amount of history with though I’ve never actually stepped in the ring with her. Well that all ends tonight in her coming out party to the big time here on Overdrive. Now I know how much you guys are going to Love Lisa Lyon tonight, being the cliché lesbian wrestler that she is. And I’m sure you’re all going to expect her to just randomly make out with whatever slut she manipulates to join her in the ring, and you guys have your lotion and tissues ready at home I’m sure. But let me tell you what is NOT going to happen. You will not be seeing some Cinderella story where Lisa upsets the big bad Step monster and goes on to become the biggest thing since sliced bread. ABSOLUTELY NOT! You see, last week I put a loud mouthed legend who opened the door for ALL challengers in his place because I am the REAL SHOW and because I am the BIGGEST THING RUNNING in APW! And you don’t get to have your fairy tale ending of using me to propel yourself up the biggest stage of your otherwise mediocre career.

Terry pauses in the middle of his speech and shakes his head a bit.

Terry Marvin: You see, I have come down to this ring many times to face people who were hell bent on using me as a stepping stool to their GREAT careers. Those people usually left on a stretcher or with their heads hung low and their tail between their legs, embarrassed at the ass beating they just received. Which method will you chose tonight? Will you cry? Will you throw a fit? Will you come up with some lame excuse for how people had it out for you and how much you deserved to win and was cheated out of your one and only shot? Or will you take the loss like a “man” and accept that no matter how good you THINK you are, that you will always be a notch below THE REAL SHOW? You wanted national attention Lisa so here’s your chance, DON’T CHOKE!

Terry laughs as the crowd boos at him. Terry clears his throat and his face gets more serious.

Terry Marvin: Now that that TINY little distraction is out of the way, let’s talk about the most anticipated event of the year, SURVIVE AND CONQUER!!!

This is the first thing Terry has said that got ay kind of cheers or positive response at all!

Terry Marvin: Last year, as you all undoubtedly know, I entered my first ever Survive and Conquer match and went all the way down to the wire, finishing second to Ryan Ruckus as he threw me down to hell in one of the most hilarious falls I’ve ever encountered in my entire life! So how poetic is it that this year, yours truly has drawn spot number 2 in a match with TWICE the number of participants that will last more than TWICE as long and will be TWICE as dangerous.

The crowd starts chanting “You’re number two.” And while Terry is thrown off his speech a little bit, he just smirks and takes it in stride.

Terry Marvin: I KNOW what youre thinking. There’s no way that I can walk in this match at number two and possibly go through 85 other men and have a prayer in hell of winning the entire thing. You think that my body will be too battered, too bruised to even HOPE to make the final four, let alone win. And I have to say that is all very sound logic. However you’ve forgotten one very important thing. You are basing all this logic on the assumption that I am a mere mortal man competing in this match.

He laughs shaking his head.

Terry Marvin: Don’t you inbred morons get it? Oh I’m sorry, this is Florida meaning that everyone in this arena right now is sipping on Metamucil and shitting their own depends after blowing half their retirement on a ticket to this newfangled wrestling show. Well for those of you that haven’t passed out from too much of the early bird special and missing your 7:30 bedtime, let me spell it out for you. I AM GOD’S GIFT TO WRESTLING! I was sent down here by the almighty himself to save you ungrateful pieces of shit from the same old same old. He created me in his likeness and molded me to be the perfect specimen of what a TRUE athlete should be! And he’s told me that last year was merely a test, and my time is NOW! You see, when I beat the living hell out of 85 other men and win the LARGEST battle royal match in the history of this sport, there will be no doubt in anyone’s mind that I am in fact the BIGGEST superstar to ever grace the wrestling ring with it’s presence. And going through everyone else just makes me look better… though being around a bunch of insignificant participants in this match goes a long way in doing that as well!

The crowd explodes on him with loud boos but he doesn’t falter for a second.

Terry Marvin: Are you truly ignorant enough to believe that I am the same Terry Marvin who flamed out spectacularly last year after my RAMPANT upstart? Were you just blind last week as I embarrassed and humiliated your BELOVED Level One, handing him just his SECOND one on one loss in APW? If you really think that, THEN PULL YOUR F*CKING HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASSES! I’m better, stronger, faster, and WAY more confident than last year. Besides I have a secret weapon at my disposal….

Terry looks down at the mat and then back up at the fans.

Terry Marvin: It’s no surprise that I’m advancing in years and to think that I have very many years left in this sport would be just insane. So we all know that I won’t be in this sport of wrestling for very much longer….

The fans all cheer loudly at this as Terry, annoyed, just glares at them and then smiles a bit.

Terry Marvin: Ya, figured you’d like that. You see, I only have a very short time left to accomplish any and all goals that I can think of left to complete here in this great business that has blessed me for almost 20 years. And no matter what I do or don’t do, my career speaks for itself, and will STILL go down as one of the greats to ever grace this sport. The countless titles and accolades alone are enough to propel me to the top of the class in hall of fame voting. So not winning this thing will not debunk my legacy one bit. So therefore… I am a man who has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO LOSE and EVERYTHING TO GAIN!

His smile garners boos from the crowd now as he stands up on the turnbuckle, pointing toward the entrance ramp.

Terry Marvin: APW LOCKER ROOM! Heed this warning. Survive and Conquer will be my crowning achievement and will cement my name as THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME, so there is not a damn thing I won’t do to end up victorious in this match even if it means bringing a nuclear war head to the ring with me and sending EACH AND EVERY one of you to your graves, I will do it. I will cheat and claw and scratch and fight and bleed and damn near destroy my very own body just for a CHANCE, a SHOT at winning this crown! And for each and every one of you who get in my way… You’ll regret that decision from now till the very day your rotting corpse is plunged into the ground, which very well MAY be at Survive and Conquer!

He takes a quick breath, ignores the boos and keeps going on.

Terry Marvin: There is a lot of talk in the locker room about what people would do if they won the 500,000 dollars, and the debate to me is just ridiculous. I don’t give a SHIT about that money! I’d just as soon use it for toilet paper or drop it from the rafters letting you pathetic chumps all beat the shit out of each other fighting for a couple dollars here and there. It’s not about the money….it’s NEVER about the money. It’s about the prestige and the right to call yourself the SOLE SURVIVOR! In just over a week, there will be ONLY ONE survivor…. And you’re looking at him!

Terry walks to the ropes to exit the ring to boos from the crowd, but stops before stepping through and stands back up with the mic in hand.

Terry Marvin:One more thing before I leave here. I may not be very adored in the APW locker room, and lord knows I’ve turned my back on this place more than once, but at the end of the day, I still like to call this place HOME! And Survive and Conquer is on APW territory! So for all the pathetic scabs running around out there trying to claim this little piece of heaven for your own…remember this. We are all APW born and bred. We bleed APW. And if you think you’re going to come into our house and for one second think you’re going to runaway with this shit, You’re wrong…Dead wrong. I’d rather die than see some low life piece of shit walk away with the S&C crown. So to everyone in the APW locker room…. Get your asses in gear and get your shit together, cause we need to show the rest of the world why we are ACTION PACKED! At Survive and Conquer… APW will show everyone exactly why……

IT’s SHOWTIME!!!

Chase: Wait, did he just defend APW? Did those words just come from that selfish, egotistical mouth?

Harvey: I believe they did Chase. Maybe there’s more than meets the eye when it comes to Terry Marvin and Loyalty, but I’m still more inclined to think there is some alterior motive for those words, perhaps trying to not make ALL of APW team up and instantly destroy him.

Chase: Who’s to say Harv, I guess only time will tell!

Harvey: Now let’s go backstage with Cindy Shannon to see what’s going on.

The camera pans backstage where Cindy Shannon is looking around backstage where nothing seems to be happening. She overhears a couple referees having a conversation.

Ref 1: Hey man, what’s wrong?

Ref 2: I dunno’ but I really need to get the taste of weed and hooker spit out of my mouth.

Cindy: Ewwww…..

Ref 2: Ya got a Samuel Adams?

HEE HAW!!!

KRAAAAACCCKKK!!!

The second referee hits the ground as the other two look on in shock.

Knuckles: Shoulda’ asked for a Donkey Punch. Survive and Conquer, here i come!

Knuckles hands Cindy ad the referee a couple cans and heads down the hall way passing them out to people.

Chase: YO KNUX! DON’T FORGET ME!!

Harvey: He can’t hear you from up here idiot.

Chase:….but it’s the refreshing drink that HITS the spot

Harvey shakes his head in disbelief as we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

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: For the past few weeks, Yarmouth Blade has been having problems with the Original Blade

Chase: I’d be upset too if someone had the same name as me.

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

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.

Paige: And his opponent, from San Antonio Texas, weighing in at 205 pounds, ZACHARY…..RODELL!

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.

Yarmouth Blade Vs Zachary Rodell


The bell rings and Yarmouth goes to lock up with Rodell, and Rodell ducks underneath of Yarmouth and then comes at him with kicks to the legs. Rodell then runs off the ropes and Yarmouth lifts him up in a military press, but Rodell fights out of it and lands behind Yarmouth and hits him in the back with a dropkick. Yarmouth goes into the ropes. Yarmouth then charges at Rodell who takes him down with a drop toe hold. Rodell gets up, runs off the ropes and hits Yarmouth in the face with a low dropkick. Rodell is able to go for the cover
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Harvey: Yarmouth is almost a full foot taller than Rodell. Rodell needs to keep Yarmouth on the mat.

Chase: And Yarmouth needs to break Rodell’s legs.

Rodell gives Yarmouth some stomps to the back of his head and lifts Yarmouth to his feet and hits him with a few forearm shots to the jaw. Rodell goes to throw Yarmouth into the ropes, but Yarmouth reverses it and Rodell hit’s the ropes, coming back into a big running boot to the face, from Yarmouth. The crowd boo’s Yarmouth as he lifts Rodell up and head butts him and Rodell stumbles to the corner. Yarmouth walks over and hits Rodell with an open hand slap to the chest. Rodell tries to get away, but Yarmouth keeps him in the corner and hits him with another open hand slap to the chest, which can be heard through out the arena.

Harvey: Yarmouth just left his hand print on Rodell’s chest.

Chase: I can still hear the echo of that chop.

Rodell gets away from the corner and Yarmouth grabs him, giving him a belly to belly suplex then goes for a cover, hooking the near leg.
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Yarmouth picks Rodell up and suplexes him in the middle of the ring. Yarmouth bounces off the ropes and comes back with a leg drop across the chest of Rodell. Leaving his leg across Rodell’s chest, Yarmouth demands the ref to count
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Harvey: Yarmouth needs to do a better job at covering Rodell if he wants to win

Chase: He shouldn’t get to arrogant, Rodell can still win this one

Yarmouth lifts Rodell up and Rodell begins fighting back with punches to the mid section. Rodell then comes off the ropes and Yarmouth connects with a dropkick. Yarmouth covers again
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Yarmouth picks Rodell back up and takes him to the corner. He throws Rodell to the opposite corner and then runs at him. Rodell moves out of the way and Yarmouth hit’s the corner chest first and Rodell rolls him up in a school boy
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Yarmouth gets up and goes to clothesline Rodell who ducks it then hits Rodell with a spinning back fist. Yarmouth is dazed and Rodell comes off the ropes and Yarmouth kicks Rodell in the mid section. Yarmouth throws Rodell into the ropes, puts his head down and Rodell counters with a swinging neck breaker. Rodell gets to his feet and hit’s a standing shooting star press and covers
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Harvey: What athleticism from Rodell

Chase: What is impressive, not many people can pull that off.

Rodell goes up to the top rope. Yarmouth gets up and falls into the ropes, causing the ropes to shake and Rodell to land crotch first. Yarmouth goes over to the corner and climbs up and hits Rodell with a few punches to the face before hooking him up for a super plex. Yarmouth goes for it and Rodell holds on to the ropes. Rodell catches Yarmouth with a few upper cuts to the mid section and then shoves Yarmouth off the top rope. Yarmouth hit’s the mat on his back, but slowly gets back up to his feet. Rodell stands on the top rope and then jumps off and Yarmouth catches him with his hand on Rodell’s throat.

Harvey: Uh-ho, Rodell just jumped right into what could be the Choke Slam

Chase: Good night Rodell

Yarmouth lifts Rodell up with one hand and while in the air, Rodell counters by getting his knee’s under Yarmouths Jaw and his hands behind Yarmouths head and pulls him down into the Code Breaker!!

Harvey: Unbelievable, he countered the choke slam with the Sanguine Kiss

Chase: He pulled Yarmouths hair, he should be disqualified!!!

The fans cheer as Rodell covers Yarmouth
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Winner: Zachary Rodell

The ref raises Rodell’s arm in victory as he celebrates.

Harvey: Rodell picked up a victory here as he heads into Survive and Conquer

Chase: A high flyer like him, doesn’t stand a chance in the match

Rodell exit’s the ring celebrating and goes backstage. “Bulls on Parade” hits the PA system as the lights begin to flicker. Yarmouth Blade is beginning to get back to his feet clutching his mid-section.

Chase: Oh Boy, I think we know what is coming…

Harvey: Yarmouth isn’t going to know what’s hit him…

Yarmouth stands with his hands on the back of his head staring at the top of the ramp. From behind, Blade jumps over the railings with a steel chair in his hand and stands behind Yarmouth. Yarmouth spins around and backs up when he sees Blade standing there. Blade takes one look at the chair and one look at Yarmouth before tossing the chair to one side. He holds out his hand as if to offer an olive branch.

Chase: Really? This is how it’s going down..

Yarmouth extends his hand and shakes Blade’s as he half smiles. Blade shakes his head and kicks him in the gut before hoisting him up onto his shoulders.

Harvey: I think Yarmouth is about to get his answer…

Chase: RAZORBLADE!!!!!! Yarmouth is going to feel that in the morning, I think Blade just accepted his challenge.

Blade stands over Yarmouth with One foot on his chest as he raises his arm to the sky. He moves off and exits the ring before marching back up the ramp ignoring the boos from the crowd.

[President Jeff]

APW is back from the commercials, a roaring Floridian crowd lets us know that. The camera is backstage to find the always busy, often visited, doorway of President Jeff’s office. We don’t need to (or even want to!) know what’s going on in there, just that the insatiable, beautiful, talented Sally Talfourd is making her way out, papers in hand.

Violet: Well well, what do we have here?

Kia: Sneaking out of the boss’ office; what will everyone say?

Sally looks up, and into the shot walks Kia and Violet Winter – those lackies of DeLoren’s from the Sindicate. Violet, with a much more welcoming smile and demeanour, is almost glad to see Sally from the looks of things. Kia, on the other hand...

Sally: I guess they’ll say the same sorts of things as they say about your boss who’s always in there. If I didn’t know Jeff a little better, I’d be worried that something’s up.

Kia looks like she might take offense at this on behalf of Felipe, trying to get closer to Sally. Violet tries to laugh it off as she steps in between the two, looking all innocent.

Violet: Sally, you might not want to speak so ... disparagingly about Mr. DeLoren. He sent me here ...

Sally: Then what’s she doing here? *Sally nods at Kia* Decoration?

Violet has to again hold Kia back, shoving her back.

Violet: Fine, he sent us here to come and ask you a very important, question. And, if you answer correctly, you’ll benefit yourself greatly. As well as the Sindicate, we’ll admit. But you’ll make the most out of it all. Now last week, you saw our supposed ‘prize star’ Mr. Lester Only lose his match. And while Mr. DeLoren and the Sindicate still believe him to be one of the best wrestlers in the Survive and Conquer tournament to win ... we’re not too sure that he’s the one to win after that performance.

Sally: Have you spoken to Level-One about this? I mean, so far I can’t see what I have to do with all this. Go talk to him if you have a problem with his wrestling. I’m done ...

Violet grabs Sally by the shoulder, not letting her go anywhere, done or not. She’s still got that smile spread across her face.

Violet: Sally, the Sindicate is an image of success. We represent only the best in this business. When we sign someone to us, it’s because we know they are one of the best in the business. The Sindicate knows that the best in the business will emerge after Survive and Conquer. There’s a lot of tournaments out there that claim to weed out the worst from the best, but Survive and Conquer is truly it. We’ve sign Lester Only because we know he could return to being the best. We also want to sign the woman to once proved to the world that she can be better than him.

Sally: Wait ... you want me to join with you two?

Violet: Listen Sally. The Sindicate survives on having the best in it. Lester Only ... Sally Talfourd ... who else really stands a chance at winning this match? We want to make sure that the Sindicate is properly represented by the ultimate winner.

Sally: Ohhh, I get it. You saw Lester lose last week and now you think you might have backed the wrong horse? You bought out Lester’s contract when you’re thinking you should have bought out someone else’s?

Kia: ... bitch ...

Sally: Well, when he finds out – and trust me, Lester is going to find out – I think you’ll have more of a ‘Lester Only problem’ than when you started tonight, yeah? And as for your little offer? Tell Mr. DeLoren and anyone else who cares to know in his Sindicate that the only people I’m in the match wrestling for *Sally holds up her papers, waving them in front of Kia’s face* is the APW fans who were the real people to get me in this match.

Sally stares off with Violet, who is none too pleased.

Violet: Sally ... if you say no now, there won’t be a next time. And any time Kia here finds you, I might not be around to ‘advise her’. Do you understand what ...

Sally: Violet ... *Sally lets out a little chuckle, then steps up closer to both women* ... if anyone from the Sindicate wants to try me, they know where they can find me. I was a champion here once before, and I’ve not forgotten what that meant.

The scene fades out on this tense moment between these three women.


Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first: from St. Paul, MN; she weighs 123lbs...LISA LORIANN LYON

The riffs of “Baddest Bitch” create a steady beat as the spotlight centers on stage. The crowd stands in awe awaiting the arrival of Lisa Lyon. As the beat picks up, Lisa pushes through the curtains and onto the stage. She has in her company, and on her arm, a local woman of unknown identity. The reaction from the crowd is mixed as Lisa points at four separate sections of the arena and screeches the words…

“I'm The Baddest Bitch!”

The beat slows as the song continues. A much slower pace allows Lisa to strut down the aisle, occasionally pecking the woman on her arm and slapping her butt as a display of her sexuality, and slides under the bottom rope.

Been around the world, I still can't find,
Another girl that can steal my shine.
I've had my highs, I've had my lows,
But you can't tell me that I am not the baddest bitch!

Making her way over to the right corner, the chorus begins to pick up. Standing alone in front of the critical, judging and cruel… Lisa brushes both hands gently across her chest and methodically out towards the crowd. As the music begins to fade, Lisa motions for the crowd to “bring it” with her hands as she screams the final vows of her entrance.

“I'm The Baddest Bitch!”

Harvey: Lisa Lyon makes her debut tonight in APW. She’s not an official APW megastar, but she has signed up to the Survive & Conquer match.

Chase: If I was President Jeff I’d sign this woman to a long term contract now!

Harvey: But we haven’t even seen her wrestle.

Chase: I’m sold on that entrance alone.

Paige: Introducing her opponent; from Las Vegas, NV; he weighs 245lbs, he is ‘The Real Show’...TERRY MARVIN!

The lights dim down as the vocal introduction to the music is played. Blue and silver lights illuminate the Entrance way and Pyro goes off as soon as the Music kicks in. "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 worship him.

Harvey: Terry Marvin made a sensational return to APW last week by defeating the one and only Level One.

Chase: It’s showtime!

Singles Match
Terry Marvin vs. Lisa Loriann Lyon

The match begins with a bit of a stand-off between Marvin and Lyon, it is a moment not without comedic touch as Marvin towers over Lyon by a mere 11 inches. These two clearly do not like each other and a few words are exchanged. Marvin starts to mock Lyon, putting a hand above his eyes as though he were looking for his opponent. Lyon makes her presence felt by swinging an arm and slapping Marvin across the face. This incites Marvin to violence and he angrily grabs Lyon with both hands around her head, but she counters with a stiff kick to Marvin’s nuts. Marvin’s eyes roll backwards and he issues a sickening sound groan, dropping to his knees. Lyon drives an elbow into the back of Marvin’s head, bounces off the ropes and repeats the move again. Marvin drops to the mat and Lyon starts screaming some abuse at him.

Harvey: An intense start to this match, and my sources tell me these two have some history.

Chase: Oh yeah, is there some gossip you holding from me Dazzler?

Lyon mounts Marvin and starts slapping his face repeatedly, interspersed with scratching Marvin’s chest with her nails, in an irrational feminist rage, screaming like a scorned woman straight from Hell. Marvin tries to resist and eventually throws Lyon off and ends the onslaught. Lyon is quickly on her feet and charges at Marvin, but he takes a side step and hangs out an arm to take Lyon down with a clothesline. Marvin grabs Lyon by the hair, shouts some and abuse at her and then punches her hard in the face.

Harvey: I’m told there is a connection between Lyon and Marvin’s very own daughter Lacey.

Chase: Lyon and T-Marv’s daughter – you’ve got my undivided attention.

Marvin stands over Lyon and ponders his next move. Lyon starts to move and he allows her to get to her feet, but before she can raise herself fully upright he floors her again with a running knee to the head. Marvin drops down and continues his assault with repeated punches to the head, taking his time between each punch to find his target and maximise the impact – this is no frenzied assault, but a deliberate and methodical decimation. After about ten blows Marvin decides to pin Lyon’s shoulders down with his hands, but she powers out quite quickly. Marvin lifts Lyon to her feet, Irish whips her, but only to the extent of his arm length before yanking her back towards him and knocking her down with an arm lariat. Marvin drops down and covers Lyon...

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Harvey: There is a determination about Marvin tonight, he seems intent on hurting Lyon.

Chase: Well stop holding out on us, Harvey – what is the gossip involving Lusty Lisa and Luscious Lacey?

Marvin glares at the referee, but quickly turns his attention back to Lyon who he pulls to her feet and Irish whips into the corner. Marvin throws out a taunt and shouts ‘It’s showtime!’ before charging toward Lyon in the corner, but she has recovered and shuffles out of the way and Marvin hits the turnbuckle. Lyon wheels around quite quickly and before Marvin can recover she hits him with a Stinger splash. Marvin stumbles out of the corner, Lyon bounces off the ropes and drops Marvin with a swinging neckbreaker. Marvin holds the back of his neck, and Lyon wastes no time going to work on this part of the body using a combination of stomps to the back of the neck, standing elbow drops etc. This assault continues for a few minutes, with Lyon scoring as many as three near falls, but each time Marvin kicking out on two.

Harvey: Marvin hanging on here. My sources tell me that Lyon and Lacey were, let’s say intimate, but it all ended quite badly.

Chase: That dirty old dog T-Marv, sounds like he’s jealous that Lacey got in there first....or maybe he’s jealous of Lisa...

Harvey: You have a sick and twisted world perspective Johnny Chase.

Lyon lifts up Marvin and rests him against the ropes before applying a blatant choke hold. The ref gives the obligatory four count and Lyon releases him. Marvin is really favouring his neck and Lyon continues to show her tactical approach by bouncing off the ropes and charging Marvin with a clothesline from Hell in mind, but Marvin reads it, ducks and in the same motion grapples Lyon into hold and drops her to the mat with a back suplex. Marvin cradles the back of his neck again, but he doesn’t waste a moment, lifting Lyon up into a reverse waistlock and throwing her over his head with a German suplex. Marvin maintains the hold and lifts Lyon to her feet, again using his power and weight advantage to hit an even bigger German suplex. Marvin still has the waistlock in place and wants a third German suplex, but Lyon reverses with two back elbows to the head and Marvin releases the hold, staggering away. Lyon drops to one knee, Marvin, still favouring his neck, turns back to his foe but she explodes from her kneeled position and connects with the Star STUDed (superkick to the jaw). However the German suplexes are still having an effect on Lyon and she takes a few moments to compose herself. She walks over to Marvin, grabbing one of his legs and tries to turn him into a single leg Boston crab, but Marvin is having none of it and uses the power in his legs to kick her away. Lyon is furious and runs at Marvin, but he counters with a sitout side slam. Marvin covers Lyon...

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Harvey: Another near fall. Another thing my source tells me is that Lisa Lyon specifically asked for this match, and that there are rumours that she may sign an APW contract in the near future.

Chase: She needs to survive this match first.

Marvin slams his hands on the mat and tries another pin attempt but Lyon powers out of this one on barely the count of one. Marvin thinks for a moment before rolling under the bottom rope and out of the ring. He walks over to the ring announcer’s table and grabs a steel chair, taking it back into the ring with him.

Harvey: Well I don’t like the look of this, Marvin with a chair equals bad news for Lyon.

Chase: This match could really nasty in the following moments.

Lyon is slowly getting to her feet, Marvin starts banging the chair against the mat. Marvin raises the chair above his head as Lyon gets to her feet, but the ref grabs it from behind and pulls it out of his hands. Marvin turns and starts arguing with the referee who threatens to disqualify him. The argument is ended by Lyon who comes from the side and nails Marvin with a running step-up Enziguri to the side of the head. Marvin drops to his knees, Lyon grabs him by the head and connects with another swinging neckbreaker. Lyon quickly gets to her feet, drops an elbow on the back of Marvin’s neck and makes the cover...

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Lyon rests on her knees next to Marvin and allows him to scramble back to his feet; she begins to stalk him and when he turns to face him she locks in the V-Spot (Flying Gogoplata). Pain starts shooting through Marvin’s neck and he tries to counter but lifting Lyon up and slamming her onto the mat with a kind of powerbomb modification. It has no effect on Lyon’s grip, Marvin tries the same counter again, but Lyon starts screaming with a kind of hysterical sado-masochism. Marvin is still holding on, but he’s wearing down fast and drops to his knees. Lyon starts cackling and says something to Marvin about ‘Lacey’. This seems to awaken something in Marvin and he stands up, and rams Lyon into the turnbuckle with tremendous force that takes the wind out her and causes her to release the triangle hold.

Harvey: This has been a vicious battle back and forth, you really get the sense here that these two really don’t like each other.

Chase: Whatever, I’m still in awe of that submission move, if Lisa wrapped her legs around my head like that I’d have no choice but to submit....she could do to me whatever the heck she wanted.

Marvin is resting against the ropes, his eyes on Lyon. She gets to her feet, Marvin comes from behind and locks her into the Show’s Over (modified crippler crossface). With the tables turned Lyon starts screaming out in agony as Marvin yanks her neck back, seemingly trying to rip her head from her body, and starts laughing in a maniacal way. Fortunately for Lyon she is quite close to the ropes and after about thirty seconds scrambles across and grabs the bottom rope with her free hand. The ref counts the four and has to threaten Marvin with disqualification before he releases the hold. Lyon uses the ropes to get up, Marvin grabs her from behind but she reverses with a back kick to the groin. Marvin staggers around, Lyon tries again for a superkick but Marvin ducks this one and hits another German suplex. Both are down, Marvin clutching his neck, Lyon her back.

Marvin is the first to recover and subdues Lyon by grabbing her hair and punching her a few more times. He covers her...

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Harvey: Lyon may have a few screws loose, but she has shown tonight that she is one tough cookie.

Marvin gets up, raises Lyon to her knees and looks her with disdain. She just remains in position looking up at him with a psychotic grin on her face. Marvin grabs her into a reverse headlock and sets her up for Whiplash, but she blocks any attempt at this by dropping to her knees again. Marvin grabs her by the hair and starts mouthing off at her, but Lyon interrupts this by unloading a mouthful of spit into Marvin’s face and starts laughing. Marvin responds with rage and punches Lyon really hard in the face. That stops the laughing, and he wastes no time setting her up and hitting Whiplash. Marvin covers Lyon...

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Winner: Terry Marvin

Marvin gets to his feet and the celebrations begin as his name his announced, his music plays and the ref raises his arm in the air. Marvin celebrates in his own particular way before he leaves the fallen body of Lisa Loriann Lyon alone in the ring and heads backstage.

Harvey: Another win for Terry Marvin on the road to Survive & Conquer.

Chase: I don’t know about you Harvey, but “The Real Show” is one of my favourites to win that match.


The cameras shoot to the back and once again you see the plugged hallway of Havok and Kash's huge brawl. Security still filling the hallways, trying to hold back a furious Kash and Havok. They won't stop fighting forward, trying to get at each other, throwing out words of content that would never fit a PG rated program. Finally Kash stops and turns to drop one of the Security Guards, Havok follows suite and soon Kash and Havok seem to be working together. Security dropping like flies and when enough have dropped, the two men turn back onto each other. Rights, Lefts, they trade shot after shot and blow after blow. Havok takes control throwing in repeated shots but Kash counters with a shot to the midsection, ducking a cross by Havok. Kash drives Havok back into the hallway wall as some security get up to return to their jobs. (Lazy)

Harvey: Seeing this makes me want to punch you..

Chase: What did I do?

Kash dodges a shot from Havok but the punch connects dead on one of the Security Guard's chin and drops him almost as soon as he stood tall. Kash throws a headbutt and it slams against Havok's mouth, splitting his lip a bit, blood filling in between his bottom gum line. Security grabs Kash as others hold Havok against the wall. They pull them apart but only after Havok gets one more clean shot in on Kash. Kash struggles but is held back by Security. Four members of the Security team push Kash to the opposite wall of the hallway, keeping sure to hold Havok back on the other side. Odin and Chaz sitting up but dazed and being taken care of by EMTs.

Chase: Odin and Chaz are both shaken up! Could be a liability for APW...

Harvey: Sock you right in your Yapper! I really am wanting to hit you right now...

Chase: What the hell man!?! I didn't even do anything!!

The Security team on Kash walk him down the Hallway below. The other team of Security walks Havok up passed the EMTs and both Odin and Chaz. Chaz Dillinger gets up slowly and follows behind the group of Security pushing Havok away. The scene slowly paces into a Commercial Break.

[President Jeff]

The cameras cut backstage to an open area, within which stands Cindy Shannon.

Cindy: Ladies and gentlemen, My guest at this time...Kid Dynamo!

The camera pans to the right slightly, moving Cindy from the center of the shot to the left, with Kid Dynamo on the right, but also two newer wrestlers that have never been seen before.

Kid Dynamo: Thank you, Cindy. You know, even though I'm signed over to Asylum, it's great to get the chance to be on another episode of Overdrive!

Cindy: Before we get to your match, I have to ask, who are these guys?

Kid Dynamo: Yeah, these two wrestlers are Venus and Lincoln Grant, members of Action Packed's newest tag team, Grant Square. I just wanted to give them a little chance to get their faces on Overdrive.

Lincoln Grant: Hi there, APW! It's great to be in Florida!

He pauses and backs off, using the mild crowd pop at the geographical reference to put Venus at the forefront.

Venus Grant: Yeah, for those who are watching at home, you missed a great little match between me and Rick Sader, one half of the tag team champs. He was tough, but in the end, tonight was his "Grant Finale".

Lincoln Grant: That was a huge win, not just as a debut, but also a statement: just because we are new here does NOT mean we can't get right into the tag title scene. Our first order of business is to make history as the first mixed tag team to win the APW Tag Team Titles, and, while we're going to be patient, we aren't going to just sit back and let fate take care of things. We're here and YOU need to deal with that if you are a tag team. We know we gotta earn that title shot against Peace and Sader, but we WILL earn them. Just give us time.

Venus Grant: Fans of APW, you wanted a resurgence of the tag team division?

Lincoln Grant: wish GRANTed!

The team step out of the camera shot as Cindy tries to restore order to the interview.

Cindy: Wow, well, now that it's just the two of us, Dynamo, I was really hoping to get your thoughts on this match later tonight.

Kid Dynamo: Well, Cindy, what else can I say? This match is about as epic as it can get, especially for a newcomer to APW. I mean, you look at Level One...four-time World Champion...former Survive and Conquer champion...icon of this business. He's the man. And he's done enough that he could ride that success the rest of his career on cruise control if he wanted to.

Cindy: Is that why you uncharacteristically attacked him last week?

Kid Dynamo: Well, Cindy, don't get it twisted. That interference was a stupid, stupid decision, and not just because "I angered the beast" or anything like that. You know, I've been saying that I am putting APW on notice that with me here, there's going to be a higher standard of wrestling because THAT is what the fans want.

You wanna know what they DON'T want? A great match between two huge names in L-1 and Terry Marvin cut short by cheating.

But that's in the past. I'm not entirely proud of how I got this match, but the bottom line is that in a little while...I go head-to-head against the most revered wrestler in APW history.

Dynamo stops as a "LEV-VEL ONE" chant picks up steam in the arena.

Kid Dynamo: That's right, Lester "Level One" Only. And I have no doubt that he is going to bring his A-game even though his D-game probably trumps most of the roster. He's here to prove a point: that he's better than Terry Marvin, better than me, and still better than anything APW has to offer.

But, Cindy, I have two points of my own to make. ONE, I am here. I'm not thinking about Dan Quinn and the Tap Out Challenge. I'm not thinking about Survive and Conquer in ten days. I am focused SOLELY...on tonight's contest.

TWO...

Dynamo pauses for an extended moment.

Kid Dynamo: ...I am here...

...to WIN. I'm not just happy to share the squared circle with the great Lester Only. I'm NOT hoping to go out there and "look strong in defeat". And I am not here just to make a name for myself within the CWC Multiverse.

I...AM HERE...TO WIN! Is it going to be a challenge? Probably the biggest of my career. But I am STILL one of the smartest, most technically sound natural wrestlers in the history of the game. I am undaunted, unintimidated, and unwilling to accept being the Salutatorian of this contest. If Level One wins tonight, it's because his best was better than my best. If I win, it's because maybe, JUST maybe, my best is now the new "best".

I told you guys I was here to raise the game. Now, it looks like it's time to play, and like EVERY game out there...it starts with Level One.

Dynamo gives Cindy a quick look and half smile, then walks off to finish preparing for his match. The scene leaves it there on Cindy for a moment as she tries to form the words to segue out, but, before she can, the cameras cuts to ringside.


“Land of Hope and Glory” plays through the PA and there is the usual crowd reaction to ‘Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar’s arrival, with Manservant in tow, in the arena. The only thing of note is that Julius is dressed in his wrestling attire. He gets to the ring and takes up a mic.

Julius: As you all know Survive and Conquer is now less than two weeks away, and as you all know this year I will be lucky number 13 when I eliminate 73 other guys to win this match. It will be a glorious moment in my career, and when I win the Survive & Conquer match I promise to dedicate the victory to Her Royal Highness Queen Elizabeth II, and vow to make the shows following the event quintessentially English in honour of my feat.

Jeers from the crowd.

Julius: You don’t have to thank me.

‘YOU SUCK’ and ‘GO BACK TO ENGLAND’ chants echo from different sections of the audience. Julius ignores them and continues.

Julius: Everywhere I go I am seeing nothing but hype for the Survive & Conquer match, and I decided it was only right and proper, the quintessentially English thing to do, to give the Overdrive audience not only a rare and undeserved opportunity to see me compete, but also to be given a small taste of what is to come at Survive & Conquer. So for your viewing pleasure I have volunteered to take part of a special over the top rope battle royal against twenty of APW’s best megastars, and it is happening right now. Hit the music.

The APW theme song plays and there is a little bit of anticipation from the audience, which turns to disappointment as twenty midgets come trundling down to the ring. What is remarkable about these midgets is that they are all dressed up as some particular APW megastar, and all of them are wearing a cardboard mask that represents the megstar they are mimicking. Julius has a grin on his face as the crowd let him know their disdain for this kind of antic.

Julius: So without further ado, let battle commence, and I will make a bold prediction that I will be the last man standing tonight, just as I will be at Survive & Conquer.

The ring bell sounds and Julius starts ghosting around the ring, feinting and jigging at a few of the midgets. Eventually Julius comes into the centre of the ring and challenges the midget dressed as Level One a test of strength, which Julius easily wins pushing the midget down. Julius starts chuckling and shouts out “I just put down Level One!”

Harvey: This is pathetic....what the heck is this cretin trying to prove here?

Chase: It’s a hilarious....look at that midget Toast, he’s actually wearing a foam slice of toast.

Suddenly the midgets all charge Julius and the quintessentially English wrestler backs away sliding under the bottom rope. The exasperated officials tell him to get back in the ring and eventually he does. Julius gets to work on the midgets, picking them and throwing him across the ring or pushing them through the ropes, but not a single one does he send over the top rope. After a minute or so it comes down to Julius and the midget who is dressed as Mr. Dangerous. The midget starts imitating some of Mr. Dangerous’ mannerisms, drawing a mild pop from the crowd. Julius is laughing along with it until he decides to kick the midget in the side of the head, leaving him laid out in the centre of the ring. Julius starts chuckling away, but the crowd sound off with more jeers. Julius begins to celebrate his win, taunting the crowd in all corners.

Chase: Does this mean Julius is the winner?

Harvey: I don’t think anyone has gained anything at all from this vignette.

The midgets have had enough and decide to revolt: they were told nobody would be assaulted and all they had to do was let Julius throw them out of the ring. They all slide under the rope and charge Julius, who is caught off guard. There is the comedic sight of 20 midgets in fancy dress clambering all over Julius Farquhar and trying to get him out of the ring.

Harvey: This fight’s for the little people!

Manservant slides into the ring to rescue his ‘master’. He charges at the midgets who show great agility to jump off Julius and out of Manservant’s path, the end result being Manservant’s forceful charge connects with Julius and sends both of them over the top rope and to the arena floor. The crowd cheer and start laughing.

Paige: The winners of this battle royal challenge are....THE APW LITTLE STARS!

Huge pop from the crowd. The midgets all start celebrating in the ring and taunting Julius who is left red-faced and embarrassed. He starts shouting at Manservant and storms off backstage, taunted and abused by those in the front row all the way. The midgets milk their moment in the spotlight as the show eventually cuts backstage

Backstage, a large fist comes flying across the screen like a fast ball nailing a punching bag squarely on target. Level-One throws vicious upper cuts to the heavy bag as he shuffles around the moving target. Several feet away, Andrew Meltzer is seated typing on a laptop computer. He comes across something and nearly falls off the workout bench.

Andrew Meltzer: Lester! You need to see this! It's the sindicate!

Level-One pulls back on a right hook to the heavy bag and freezes in his spot. A split second of awkward silence passes before he marches over to Andrew Meltzer peering his face into his lap top computer as he reads the headline.

Level-One: Sindicate looking for new client... what the hell is this about?

Andrew Meltzer looks up at Level-One in a panic.

Andrew Meltzer: Your loss last week... this is Felipe's way of getting back at you. It says here that the sindicate is worried about your stock after last week and are looking for a second APW star to back you in business.

Level-One: So? Why do I care? Isn't that better for me? I want no part of this to begin with! This is the best thing that could have happened!

Andrew Meltzer pushed up his glasses onto his face.

Andrew Meltzer: You know what this means right? You need to lose. You need to throw this match with Kid Dynamo and put yet another stake in the heart of these bastards, Level...

Before Level-One can respond; giggling sneaks up behind him. Andrew Meltzer's eyes light up with admiration as former APW world champion Sally Talfourd comes skipping into the locker room. Level-One straightens up his posture and turns towards her as she laughs.

Sally Talfourd: Level-One throw a match? No way! His ego is far too big to let something like that happen!

Level-One: What the hell are you doing here, Sally!?

Sally Talfourd reaches over and closes Andrew Meltzer's lap top shut.

Sally Talfourd: You should know that your buddies in the Sindicate approached me earlier tonight with a business offer of sorts. They said that I was the women they needed to bring the sindicate to another... level?

Sally Talfourd teased as Level-One's tunnel vision thinned.

Level-One: The sindicate are not my buddies, Sally. In fact, I hate them just as much as I hate you... hard to believe? I know.

Sally Talfourd: Well then you should be happy to know I turned down their offer.

Andrew Meltzer tries to jump up to ask Sally Talfourd for a autograph but Level-One just as quickly spins around and shoves him back down to a seated position on the workout bench.

Level-One: I wouldn't expect anything, Sally. Now are you done here? Because unlike you, I actually have a match to wrestle...

The smile on Sally's face quickly faded.

Sally Talfourd: You should know that I have signed up for survive and conquer with one goal in mind and that's to win! *Sally puts her hands on her hips* or at the very least outlast you and your minions just like I did last year.

She lifted her head with pride as Level-One snarled at her claim.

Level-One: Minions? There isn't a single person on this goddamn roster I trust; never mind these crooked outsiders. You're one to talk. Last time I remember, you were leading the NEW experts! You have more friends in high places then an asshole like me could ever imagine.

Sally Talfourd points at herself as if to say he has the wrong person.

Sally Talfourd: Those days are done, Lester. Is it so hard to believe that maybe we have more things in common then you think?

Level-One: Do you REALLY want me to answer that?

The two stare at each-other eye to eye for several seconds before Andrew Meltzer once again tries to interject himself in between the two but this time his will provides the way.

Andrew Meltzer: Alright you two; hear me out! If Sally Talfourd has nobody... and Level-One you have nobody... then maybe it's time to come together and be the two baddest somebodies in this goddamned entire match.

Sally Talfourd: EW...

Level-One: You've lost your goddamned mind, Andrew...

Andrew Meltzer jumps up onto the work bench in-front of Sally Talfourd and Level-One as he raises a fist in his air.

Andrew Meltzer: You two are the biggest targets in this match. Two returning veterans both amassing credentials most men and women will die without receiving! It'll be a damn shame if you can't see that you two working together is a force that simply cannot be stopped by no army no matter how many men strong! I will NOT get off this work bench because THIS is what I believe in! You two have no choice but to forge and alliance so unholy, like catholic priests and twelve year old boys...

Level-One: Did you REALLY have to f*cking add that?

Andrew Meltzer: ... sorry.

Sally Talfourd sighs.

Sally Talfourd: Fine, I'm in but I don't trust you Level-One as far as I can throw you...

Level-One snarled at such a notion.

Level-One: Going by the look of you; it apparently isn't too far now is it?

Andrew Meltzer jumps off the work bench as he jumps up and down in victory. He gives a high five to Sally Talfourd and as he throws one up to Level-One he's coldly rejected. Andrew Meltzer takes a deep breath and taps his feet nervously...

Andrew Meltzer: Okay, so now's the time where we hug it out right?

...

Andrew Meltzer is being drug out of the locker-room. Sally Talfourd has grabbed his arms while Level-One holds his feet; as they walk down the hall; Andrew Meltzer oddly enough is getting a kick out of it.

Andrew Meltzer: Oh guys... I love the team work right now! This is brilliant. BRILLAINT!

Level-One and Sally Talfourd stop by a large dumpster and swing him back and forth to gain momentum before launching him into the trash bin.

Andrew Meltzer: Ahhhhhh!

CLANG, CLANG!

Sally Talfourd is clearly proud of her work while Level-One dusts off his hands.

The two awkwardly stand next to each-other not saying anything for several seconds before the scene comes to a really awkward close and we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

The scene switches back to Keaton Saint and Kurt Noble, both of whom are still guarding the arena. Saint is still exercising, while Noble is on his cell-phone. He glances over at Saint, who is still diligently doing push-ups.

Noble: So did you get caught in the CWC flood?

Saint: Me? No. I was getting the usual medical schtick after the match. If I knew it was a swim meet I’d have asked the fans to bring some beach balls and surfboards.

Noble: Guys like me don’t swim…we sink. All I know is that I’m looking for the people responsible, even if I have to go through the ranks at Ascension to-

Noble instantly stops as his eyes get tracked on someone off-camera. Saint turns towards whatever….or whoever Noble is looking at.

?: How interesting. I assumed you drowned at Destiny. I had a eulogy prepared in your honor!

The camera turns to reveal the man to be none other than…Azrael Goeren! Across his shoulder is the CWC World Heavyweight Championship, and across his face is the smug grin that causes Novle to smirk bitterly.

Azrael: I simply assumed that after I knocked you out, no one would save you! After all, when floods would emerge in biblical times, they didn’t waste time saving the handicapped! They saved the important, powerful, Mann like me!

Noble: Sorry to disappoint you Azrael. I’ll try not to the next time I nearly have you beaten. Don’t think I haven’t considered that *you* were responsible for the flood-

Azrael: Me? Nein! In case you weren’t aware, that flood was an act of God himself! Perhaps he didn’t want to watch you, the “almighty” Kurt Noble, get embarrassed by a superior wrestler! I can tell the stress of nearly drowning is already interfering with your mental state. You’ve become delusional…you actually think you’ll get another chance at me!

Noble stands up abruptly, moving closer to Azrael.

Noble: I will rip through every wrestler in the Ascension Tournament AND the Survivor and Conquer to get another shot at you-

Right before Noble gets face to face with Azrael, Saint comes from the background and gets between the two! Noble frowns.

Noble: Get out of the way Keaton-

Saint: So what, you can fight HIM of all people outside the arena? I’m not happy that we’re playing babysitters, but we're here to prevent this sort of thing from going down. The Phoenix guys knew that we weren't playing about and neither does Azrael, so let’s not ruin our spotless record tonight. Jeff, no, the fans are depending on us-

Azrael: Excuse me, but who are you? You look familiar. Do you sell hot-dogs at CWC events?

Saint: No I sell sausages inna bun guv'nor, or would that be too stereotypical?

Saint rolls his eyes, but Noble nods in accordance to what he’s been saying.

Noble: You think you’re funny Azrael…but we’ll see how funny you are after tonight. You’re a guest in our house tonight, and unlike CWC, I don’t plan on drowning you before the night’s over…can’t speak for others though. We’re here to make sure you don’t bring any weapons in tonight for the Main Event.

Azrael: I didn’t need any weapons to beat you, now did I? Besides, you don’t search the actors when they’re preparing for their movie roles!


Azrael grins, but stops as Noble lifts his cane to his throat. Noble begins poking Azrael all over, listening for anything that might be a weapon!

Noble: It’s more…efficient this way.

Saint: Can’t be too careful.

Azrael smirks as Noble finishes up, and side-steps. Azrael walks past both men, but stops to face Noble.

Azrael: I’ll remember this at Survive and Conquer after I’ve thrown out of the ring.

Noble: And I’ll remember this when you scream for mercy during the Ascension finals.

The two men have a brief staredown, before Azrael walks past them. Noble turns to Saint.

Noble: Thanks. I owe you one.

Saint: No point thanking me yet, gotta see how this goes down first.

The scene fades back to the ring.


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

Suddenly, a recognizable guitar riff starts to crescendo into the arena. The crowd pops big at recognition of Tool's epic prayer for apocalypse, "Aenima" Drums and bass enter the mix and the lights of the arena begin to flicker in time with the beat.

Some say the end is near...

Kid Dynamo appears on the entryway, illiciting more cheering from the audience. He is staring at the ring as the crowd continues to cheer. After a moment, he begins to walk down to ringside.

He zigzags down the entryway, trying to score as many high-fives with the audience as he can get. Meanwhile, the camera cuts to Dynamo signs throughout the arena. When he gets to the ring, he slides in under the bottom rope, then runs one of the opposite turnbuckles, climbs up, and raises his arms up to the crowd, his hands making an "E" and a "W", for "End of the World". Finally, he jumps off and faces the center of the ring as the music dies out.

Paige: Introducing first, weighing in at 220 pounds, and hailing from New Orleans, LA... Kid Dynamo!

Harvey: Now here's a kid with what we can truly label as "spunk." Not only has he helped lead the rise of the social media site "Twitter" in APW, but he's also used it to pick opponents! However, Dynamo is in for one Hell of an opponent tonight!

Chase: Spunk? Nah, I was thinking minus the s....the kid's a punk! What's up with all these diaper jobbers thinking they can just run around willy-nilly, ruining perfectly good matches? Makes me sick!

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 titles high in the air.

Paige: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 262 pounds...Level-One!

Harvey: Last week, we saw Level-One lose his return match to Terry Marvin after interference by Kid Dynamo dressed up as a cameraman. We've only heard rumors about how enraged L1 was after the show, but I have a feeling we're about to see it!

Chase: I think...it's game time!

Kid Dynamo vs. Lester "L1" Only

Level-One putshis title on his shoulder and slowly begins to walk down the ramp, being booed loudly by the crowd. Level-One stops before eyeing down a fan, mocking the fan in the process. Level-One turns, and climbs up onto the apron. He climbs up turn-buckle, hoisting his title high in the air. Level-One hops down, and awaits for the fight in-front of him.

The second the bell rings, L1 rushes in towards Dynamo with a fury! Dynamo manages to dodge at the last second as L1 stops himself in the corner! L1 makes another charge, and Dynamo hops out of the way, much to the dismay of the audience! L1 continues his bull-like charge, and Dynamo attempts to match him with a lock-up…but L1’s charge cannot be stopped, and he slams into Dynamo, sending both men to the floor below!

Harvey: Jesus Christ, we knew Level-One was angry about last week’s interference, but he just bowled over Kid Dynamo like he was nothing! He could have just broken him in half!

Chase: Would you step in front of a freight train? No? Me neither…so why is Kid Dynamo?

Dynamo grabs his back, and kicks his legs in pain…but L1 is hardly finished as he hops on top of Dynamo and begins to lay into him with brick-like fists! Dynamo covers up as a “L1’S GONNA KILL YOU” chant gets started up! Dynamo starts to pull himself up, but take a hard knee to the temple from L1! Dynamo crawls away as L1’s offense of brutal kicks and punches continues! He pulls himself up with the guard rail, but L1 grabs him and throws him back into the ring. Dynamo tries to use the referee as cover, only for L1 to shove the referee out of the way! He begins to lay into Dynamo with some big man punches, before Irish Whipping him. Dynamo manages to duck a clothesline off the rebound, and ducks one more…before jumping for a crossbody block…and being caught in mid-air by Level-One! The crowd thunderously applauds as L1 lifts up Dynamo, adjusts hisbody, and blasts him down to the canvas with a spinebuster! L1 looks like he’s going to go for the pin…until he stands up, and wags his finger, yelling “Not even close to done!”

Harvey: So far, we’ve seen a totally dominated offense from Level-One, who doesn’t appear to be rusting much from the last six months! If Kid Dynamo hopes to get back in this, he needs to find a way to limit L1’s powerful offensive artillery!

Chase: He could always roll over and die, I suppose…

L1 lifts up Dynamo, and roughly shoves him into a corner before laying into the APW rookie with a series of hard hands and kicks. Then, with almost no effort, L1 grabs Dynamo and throws him half across the ring! Dynamo clutches his back again, but that’s the least of his worries as L1 lifts him up again, and Irish Whips him off the ropes. Dynamo grabs the ropes and L1 watches with a smirk on his face as Dynamo moves into the corner, totally out of breath! L1 then turns the mad dog back on, and bursts into the corner, but Dynamo blocks it and L1 slams against the turnbuckle! Dynamo fires back with some quick shots, his first real offense of the match, throwing the APW Legend off his game. However, the second Dynamo gets comfortable in his offense, L1 shoves him away! Dynamo charges in again, but L1 shoves him to the canvas! Dynamo tries one last time, but gets a Big Boot for his efforts! L1 lifts up Dynamo, who responds with some hard shots to L1’s stomach…but as if just to show off his offense, L1 lifts up Dynamo high into the air! He then happens to drop Dynamo on the ropes! His eyes go wide, but are quickly closed after a kick to the face! The referee warns L1, but gets shoved for trying to assert his authority!

A small “Dynamo!” chant gets started as parts of the crowd try and get Dynamo back on his feet, but they can’t match the subsequent “LEVEL-ONE” chant that drowns it out! L1 gets outside the ring, and lifts Dynamo to his feet…before throwing him on the steel guard rail! L1 then shakes his head and yells “He’s done!” before lifting up Dynamo on his back! He walks over near the steel post, and shakes his head as the crowd cheers!

Harvey: Oh God, think about what you’re gonna do to Kid Dynamo here Level-One!

Chase: You’re just making him happier!

L1 is about to go for the Darkness Shine (F-5) on Dynamo to the ring post…but Dynamo wiggles out of it, and lands behind L1! In a feat of desperation, he dropkicks L1 against the steel steps nearby! L1’s knee slams into them awkwardly, and as he turns, gets blasted with the “Last Stand” superkick right into the steel post!!! L1 falls over, not moving as Dynamo gets a remarkably mixed reaction to nearly concussing L1! However, he cannot appreciate it as he falls over, a product of the exhausting pace of the match. Dynamo moves against the guard rail, and rests for a second…but L1 is already stirring! Dynamo grins as L1 locks onto him, and he motions towards him, mouthing “Come get me!“ Suddenly, the rage reappears as L1 charges Dynamo…who sidesteps, and causes L1 to slam against the guard rail…breaking off a section and going right into the crowd!!!

Harvey: OH MY GOD! L1’s charge was so strong that missing caused him to charge right through the damn steel barricade!!

Chase: L1 was a little slower on that one because of his knee hitting the steel steps earlier. Gotta say…he just dodged the bull on that one!

A “HOLY SHIT” chant starts up as L1 squirms in pain, holding his knee! The referee checks on him, but L1 doesn’t seem to be coherent as he writhes in pain! Dynao tries to move in, but the referee tells him “Get back in the ring!” Dynamo shrugs, and yells to a fan :He probably wishes it was the end of the world after that!” Dynamo rolls back into the ring, and leans against the ropes as he watches the referee help us L1. A slightly-larger-than-before “DYNAMO” chant roars up, and he yells back “Alright, I’ll give you what you want!” Dynamo rolls out of the ring, grabs L1, and slams him against the steel steps again! L1 grits his teeth in pain, but Dynamo quickly lifts him up and throws him back into the ring. L1 struggles to lift himself up, but Dynamo is quicker, as he gets on the top rope and comes off with the Moonsault Slam (Asai Moonsault to standing opponent)! Dynamo then makes the pin…

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Harvey: First pin-fall of the match! After the strain that’s been put on L1’s knee, every kick-out has got to be rough. Dynamo really played L1 against his own strength, and it’s doing him a great deal of good now!

Chase: Level-One may be crazy strong… but Dynamo’s just crazy if he thinks L1 is going to stay down from a little knee injury!

Dynamo keeps on the constant offense, delivering a few hits and kicks to the hurt knee of Level-One. L1 tries to crawl to the ropes, but Dynamo grabs his leg, and begins to yank on his knee! L1 turns, and manages to muster the strength to kick Dynamo away! He gets a cheer as he stands up, and limps forwards Dynamo…but Dynamo hits a drop toe hold on L1! L1 slams face first on the canvas, and Dynamo locks in a knee-bar! L1 moves for the ropes, but is still slightly out of reach! His eyes thin, and the referee asks if he’s ready to give up…in which he pulls in the referee by the shirt, and yells “Fuck no!” to him! He shoves the referee away, and begins to climb towards the ropes…finally getting his hand on the bottom one!

Chase: Did you hear that?! L1 told that referee what was up!

Harvey: That knee has got to be killing L1 at this point. Keep in mind that with a little over a week left until Survive & Conquer, any damage done tonight might be lasting!

The referee pulls Dynamo back, and he releases the hold. L1 uses the ropes to pull himself up, but Dynamo tries his best to keep L1 down, and his punches become a flurry of smacks! However, L1 shoves him back with a stiff-arm! Dynamo, seeing his offense slip away, runs off the ropes as L1 has his back to him…but L1 jumps backwards, and nails Dynamo with a perfectly times Pele Kick!! Dynamo goes down, his eyes wide in surprise as L1 tries to stretch out his throbbing knee. L1 gets back up, and lifts up Dynamo with him. L1 Irish Whips Dynamo, and ducks sot avoid a clothesline…but Dynamo catches L1 off-guard, and hits L1 with a Doublearm DDT! Dynamo, seeing he end in sight, locks in the CTO (Inverted Cattle Mutation)!! Level-One’s face clenches in pain as the referee checks on him!

Harvey: The “Can’t Tap Out!” L1 is fighting for his life here, and I don’t know whether he’ll tap out or not!

Chase: Um…he kind of can’t tap out. That’s the purpose of the move…do you even listen to yourself sometimes?

L1 can’t move any of his body…minus his legs! He begins to regretfully kick both legs, trying to weaken the grip Dynamo has on his arms! L1 finally manages to muster up enough strength to kick himself off the submission, getting an enormous around of applause! This visibly frustrates Dynamo, who lifts up L1 and lays into him with a few swift kicks, all at his thigh area. Dynamo Irish Whips L1 towards the turnbuckle, but L1 reverses, causing Dynamo to jump and land on the mid ropes. He hops backwards to try and catch L1 off-guard…but L1 catches him with a massive Big Boot! Dynamo clutches his nose as L1 fires himself back up! L1 throws some hard punches at Dynamo as he gets up, and gets Irish Whipped, rebounding into a shoulder block from L1! The move itself nearly knocks L1 off his feet, but he manages to remain stable. However, his stalling gives Dynamo time to get back up. He runs off the ropes, and drills L1 with an inverted x-factor just as he catches his balance! Dynamo makes a pin…

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Kickout by Level-One!

Dynamo sighs as he gets back, with a fierce “THIS IS AWESOME!” chant in the background! He yells “Yeah I am!” before lifting up L1 and Irish Whipping him towards the corner, However, L1 reverses I and sends Dynamo into the corner. L1 charges, but Dynamo elbows L1 in the face to counter. Dynamo charges in….but L1 kicks him in the stomach, and twists for the Level-Advance (Vertebreaker), but Dynamo spins out of it! L1 spins around to face him, but gets nailed with a twisting snap suplex! Dynamo then yells “The End of the World!” getting a positive reaction from the crowd! Dynamo takes to the top rope, and as L1 gets up, he gets dropped with the Bad Luck Charm (Off the ropes flying chokeslam)! Dynamo makes a cover…

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Kick-out by Level-One!

Harvey: What resilience from Level-One! Kid Dynamo has thrown almost everything he has at Level-One, but he keeps getting up!

Chase: Too much more on that leg, and Level-One will be joining Kurt Noble in the handicap club!

Dynamo doesn’t fret, and instead takes again to the top rope as L1 lies on the mat. Dynamo poses on the top, and launches off with the Hangover (Top Rope Frogsplash/Guillotine Leg Drop)…but L1 dodges!!! Dynamo crashes and burns on the canvas, clutching his leg in tremendous pain! Both men get up slowly, and L1 puts Dynamo on his shoulders for the Darkness Shine! Because of his leg, L1 has to hop on one leg for the maneuver…but he nails it!!! The crowd goes into an uproar as the two men lie in the middle of the ring, nearly destroyed by their encounter! L1 throws an arm over Dynamo…

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Kick-out by Kid Dynamo!!!

Harvey: IT’S NOT OVER! Kid Dynamo just joined an elite group of men who have actually kicked out of the Darkness Shines!

Chase: Yeah, but I guarantee he’s seeing a whole lot of darkness after landing right on his head!

L1 barely moves to signify that he knows the match isn’t over. However, he soon picks himself up, and lifts up Dynamo as well for the Level-Advance. However, Dynamo stomps on L1’s foot, and inadvertently pushes him into the referee! He spins, and goes for another superkick, but L1 moves out of the way at the last moment! Dynamo barely stops himself from kicking the referee…but it’s clear from the look on his face he thought about it! He turns…and gets kicked by Level-One, who drops Dynamo with the Level-Advance! He makes a pin…

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Winner: Level-One

Harvey: Uh oh! This doesn't look good! Felipe DeLoren and his two co-horts have just shown up and are making their way to their ring!

Chase: Yes! Kid Dynamo is going to get exactly what he deserves for talking smack on the internet!

Felipe DeLoren wields a steel chair as he marches down to the ring. Level-One rests against the ropes unaware of their presence but the fans are as they boo the sindicate mercilessly. The referee is communicating with Kid Dynamo having sustained some damage in his gruelling match with Level-One.

Harvey: The doesn't look good right now!

Level-One glances over and spots Felipe DeLoren outside the ring standing beside Kia and Violet LeWinter. Felipe DeLoren in a rage slides a steel chair into the ring as it stops directly in-front of the feet of Level-One. Kia LeWinter passes her boyfriend a microphone as he begins to scream and holler.

Felipe DeLoren: GET HIM LEVEL-ONE! TEACH THAT PUNK A LESSON! NOBODY F*CKS WITH THE SINDICATE, NOBODY F*CKS WITH US!

Level-One merely looks down at the steel chair and back towards Felipe DeLoren who's banging the ring apron like a rabid animal.

Felipe DeLoren: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR YOU SON OF A BITCH!? GET HIM! HE'S RIGHT THERE! HIT HIM! HIT HIM WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!

His orders are ignored. This causes Felipe DeLoren to hop up onto the apron and get even more irate.

Felipe DeLoren: YOU USELESS SACK OF SHIT! DO SOMETHING ABOUT THE PEICE OF GARBAGE RIGHT THIS SECOND! THIS IS A DEMAND GODDAMIT!

Having enough of the verbal abuse Level-One snaps and soccer kicks the chair right out of the ring as it clips Felipe DeLoren right across the dome knocking him off the apron into the hands of the LeWinter sisters who catches their falling boyfriend. The fans erupt with an applause and start a ''LEVEL-ONE'' chant. As Kid Dynamo turns around he's met with a hand by Level-One.

...

Kid Dynamo shakes his hand and the fans go wild!

Harvey: What an amazing show of sportsmanship tonight. As we these two guys went at it verbally weeks on end but it looks like they found some common respect once they met in the ring; this is what the APW is all about!

Chase: Still, you have to question what is going to happen with Level-One's relationship with both Sally Talfourd and the sindicate. I can't wait! Tonight the battle lines have been drawn as Felipe DeLoren is forced to leave the arena hopping mad!

The scene ends with Felipe DeLoren holding his battered face screaming and hollering swear words in his native tongue as we cut backstage

The camera switches back stage to PW’s locker room as they are preparing for their debut on Overdrive this evening.

BAD ASS: We’re going to finally put an end to that cock muncher this evening! He’s written the last check that his ass can’t cash. Add to that the chance of putting my fist through C.J. Gates head? You couldn’t ask for a better way to spend a Thursday evening!

The three share a laugh as Juan reaches out to offer BAD ASS a first bump in agreement with his statements. Ramirez reaches down to answer his cell phone that has been buzzing off the hook.

Ramirez: What up?

Seth perks up as he catches bits and pieces from the phone. The other two begin to look concerned as Juan’s face turns from one of confidence to frustration. Ramirez hangs up and vents to the other two.

Ramirez: Rebel punked us. He had been talkin’ about callin’ some old friends in for backup to make sure that what happened to Sarah, didn’t happen to him. I caught wind of it so I sent my boys over to make sure there wouldn’t be any funny business while we were over here kickin’ APW’s ass. Seth bugged his hotel room to get a read on where they might be…

Black: By the way, you’re welcome.

Ramirez: He must’ve known that they were coming because we sent them to the wrong place. There won’t nothin’ but a bunch of old women and kids at that dive.

As soon as Ramirez finishes his sentence, the front door to their locker room is kicked in and two masked men with weapons come flying in. They immediately begin working over the Phoenix crew with a crowbar and a baseball bat; Empire’s traditional weapons of choice. The first masked man drives the butt end of his baseball bat through BAD ASS’ face immediately causing a flow of crimson to come draining out. The second man takes Ramirez by the back of the head and sends him flying face first in to a flat screen TV mounted against the wall, which cause sparks to fly and the box to fall off the wall. Finally, the two join forces to drive the crowbar upside Seth Black’s head, sending him flailing backwards. A splash of blood from Black’s head paints the walls as the masked men get a round of quick punches in before exiting through the same door the came. They remove their masks revealing the back of their heads as the camera catches Rebel leaning against the wall by their locker room tossing an apple up and down with Blade by his side.

Rebel: That is strange. A group of masked men scurrying out of Phoenix Wrestling’s locker room before the main event?

Blade: Maybe they won’t be making it after all!

Rebel: I’m going to go with… no. Do me a favor: go out there tonight and make sure that Gates doesn’t embarrass APW. He couldn’t beat Goeren by himself the first go-round; he certainly won’t do it this time. He needs a little help and I’m sure he’ll love seeing you out there after what you did to him last week! I’ve got some business to take care of but if things start to get a little hair, don’t worry, I’ll be watching.

Blade: Gates and Goeren? It’s an early Christmas!

The two begin their exit as they pass by the usual group of paramedics standing by in case of an injury. Rebel points towards the locker room and shouts “I THINK THEY NEED HELP IN THERE!” as he barely gets through the phrase without snickering.

Harvey: Jesus Christ, Johnny! We’ve just seen a brutal beatdown from a pair of masked men on Phoenix Wrestling! What does this mean for the main event?

Chase: It means don’t mess with Johnny Rebel, Darren. After what those criminals did to Sarah, I don’t think I can blame him! We’ll be right back!

[President Jeff]

Jason Kash and Odin Balfore are seen in the Office of President Jeff. Odin has his back against the office door and Kash is seen pacing behind the Visitors Chairs infront of Jeff's Desk. President Jeff sitting behind his desk, sitting in his Tony Montana sized Chair rubs his face and tosses the pen in his hand onto his desk top.

President Jeff: I've gotta say Jason, I'm not too fond of this Chaos happening on Overdrive as of late. You're not the only thing I have to worry about right now. I understand where you're coming from, he pisses me off as well. I am in full support of you beating his ass, ending his career even but do it at Survive & Conquer. Save it for the show because then it doesn't bring on Lawsuits. I have so much going on...

Jason Kash: What, you've got no time for Hookers? Boss, check it. Give me something, anything to secure that I have the chance to finish his career. No DQ, Falls Count Anywhere, SOMETHING to give me full reign to not just end his Title Reign but his entire existance in this company. He doesn't want APW to succeed, he wants it buried under HIS FOOT! Let me take care of this cancer....

President Jeff: Give me some time to think. This night has been filled with enough crap to put in the thought process, I have a headache...

Kash rolls his eyes and nods his head is disapproval but turns to leave the Office. Kash and Odin step outside the Office, the door is closed and they walk off. The second they turn the corner comes Havok and Chaz carrying Hockey Sticks. About 30 feet from each other, the four men just stare down the hallway, into each others eyes. Finally Havok speaks out and the sound of his voice echos a bit.

Havok: Now the plan was to take Jeff to a Hockey Fight but after what has occured here tonight? I can see how fitting it is to go through you first. Chaz, let's break some heads...

Kash breaks into full sprint at Havok, Odin waves in Chaz not moving much himself at all as Chaz comes full speed at "The Nordic Tank". Kash ducks and slides under a high swing from Havok but Havok pulls back on the stick and catches Kash in the center of his chest with the butt of the handle. Kash stuns back a few steps, Havok spins and swings, slapping Kash in the side of his knee. Kash drops down to one knee and Havok smiles standing over him. Havok raises the Hockey Stick but as he brings it down in an aggressive swing, you hear President Jeff scream out and a Security Team tackles Havok to the ground, stick flies and skids across the cemented hallway. Odin has blood dripping down from his forehead and Chaz is on his back, his stick broken in half on the floor. Jeff comes down the hallway, stares at both Odin and Chaz but passes them up and heads over to Kash and Havok. He stands over the Guards holding down Havok and then steps over to Kash, still on his one knee.

President Jeff: IF YOU TWO IDIOTS WANT TO KILL EACH OTHER, THEN FINE!! BUT YOUR NOT DOING IT TONIGHT. AT SURVIVE AND CONQUER, HAVOK, NOT ONLY WILL YOU BE DEFENDING THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE AGAINST JASON KASH, YOU WILL BE DEFENDING IT IN A DOG COLLAR MATCH!! NOW GET THESE GUYS OUT OF HERE!!

Walking off is the Red Faced President Jeff. Security pulls Havok off the ground and proceeds to escort him and Chaz out of the building. The same is sure to be done to Kash and Odin as well. Just at different times and exits. The scene fades back to ringside

Harvey: A Dog Collar match at Survive and Conquer, that’s a first.

Chase: Those two will have a dog collar around their neck, connected by a chain. This match won’t end pretty that’s for sure.


The lights at the Bank Atlantic Center quickly cut out, leaving the entire arena in darkness before a mind-numbing series of red and gold pyro explosions go off at the top of the ramp. "Sieben" by Subway to Sally starts to play as the APW fans almost immediately react with a barrage of boos.

Paige: Introducing first, he hails from Eberswalde Germany and is your CWC World Heavyweight Champion...

Goeren: NEIN! NEIN! NEIN! You can stop right there fraulein, no need to butcher my introduction any further!

If possible, the booing in the arena actually gets LOUDER as Azrael Goeren steps out from behind the curtain holding a microphone. Goeren is dressed in a disturbingly tight pair of black leather pants and a sleeveless hoodie with the German flag garishly printed on the back. The CWC World Heavyweight Championship is draped across his right shoulder as he reaches up to adjust his red-tinted sunglasses before smiling out at the seething audience.

Harvey: I seriously hate this guy. Is there any way we can cut off his microphone before he starts to rant and rave?

Chase: Hey now, I say we give Goeren the benefit of the doubt. I for one would love to hear what he has to say.

Harvey: How much did he pay you to say that?

Chase: Not much...uhm...I mean...nothing...

Azrael takes a few steps down the ramp, trying to high five some of the fans at ringside who quickly recoil away from this demented German's touch.

Goeren: My, My...you all know how to make a true Megastar feel welcome around here, don't you? What's the matter kiddies? Upset that I attacked poor widdle Kurt Noble two weeks in a row? Don't worry though, that gimp promised to get revenge on me during our CWC World Title Match at Destiny a few days ago...I'm sure he...made...APW...proud...

Azrael starts to purposely trail off as he glances down at his ever-present title belt and starts to laugh.

Goeren: Ach! That's right, forgetful me! Noble FAILED to take this title away from me at Destiny! Why, I've even heard it from several of my highly paid sources that Noble is so embarrassed by his performance against me that he may not even show up for Survive and Conquer for fear of another beatdown at my tanned Teutonic hands!

Harvey: Well that's an absolute lie, the CWC match ended in a no-contest due to flooding of all things.

Chase: That's one way of looking at it. The other way is that God himself intervened and kept the World Title on Herr Goeren.

Harvey: That must have been one boatload of cash he gave you.

Chase: It totally was.

Azrael gets to the ring and rolls underneath the bottom rope, standing directly on the APW logo in the middle of the ring.

Goeren: So mein freunds, let's face the facts. APW has sent two of its best and brightest at me for this title over the last several months...and both Kurt Noble and CJ Gates were sent home to you bloodied and empty-handed. Friends to the end indeed. How many more of you must I humiliate? I can tell you this, neither Gates nor Noble will be getting a rematch against me any time soon, so who else is there to dominate around here? Anyone in the back want to take a shot? I suppose after I win Survive and Conquer, I'll have my choice of talent to cripple and embarrass in my APW ring.

Harvey: Yep, that did it. Just threw up in my mouth right there. The mere thought of this man sticking around in this company after Survive and Conquer is enough to make me physically ill.

Chase: He gave me one of his officially licensed Azrael Goeren vomit bags if you want to use that. Only $29.95 on GoerenGear.com!

Harvey: Aaaaaaaaaaannnnnd I just did it again. Thanks.

Azrael leans up against the ropes and smiles, soaking in the fans' hatred as he dramatically clears his throat.

Goeren: It’s no surprise to me that APW booked this handicapped match with me tonight. They so desperately want to shut me up and yet each time they send one of their hand-picked stars against me, I slap them down like a Hamburg prostitute. So you know what? Send out Gates. Send out Blade. Send out the entire APW roster. I won at Destiny. I'll win tonight...and at Survive and Conquer, I'll be the last man standing! There is only one true Megastar in wrestling today, and his name is Azrael Goeren!

With that, Azrael wipes his feet across the APW logo and blows a kiss to the fans who are really let this arrogant lunatic have it. Azrael drops the microphone and hands his CWC World Title belt to Nicky Paige, berating her to not scratch the gold before he turns and stares back at the entrance ramp with a twisted smile.

Chase: I love this guy!

Paige: And his opponents, first, weighing in at 246 lbs from Manchester, England....BLADE!

"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. 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 Goeren, who smirks and shakes his head.

Harvey: Last week we saw Blade join up with Johnny Rebel when he attacked his former tag team partner C.J. Gates. One can only wonder what will happen this week.

Chase: What will happen? Blade is going to show why he was the real reason the Exchange Rate succeeded.

A green light fills the entrance and "Shooting Star" by Black Stone Cherry begins to play as the fans leap to their feet in a wave of cheers as C.J. Gates steps out from the back, wearing his trademark cowboy hat with the APW Undisputed title around his waist.

Paige: And his partner, weighing 215 lbs from Fargo, North Dakota...He is the APW Undisputed champion...C...J...GATES!

He pauses at the top of the ramp and points out to all the fans before making his way down, tagging hands with fans along the ramp. Gates reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope, keeping an eye on Goeren and Blade. He unhooks the title from around his waist and raises it into the air, bringing about more cheers from the fans.

Harvey: Ever since 2012 started, Gates has been on the receiving end of a string of attacks, whether thats from Goeren, Rebel, Phoenix Wrestling or Blade.

Chase: He deserves it! He should have just handed that title over to Biggs when he had the chance.

Azrael Goeren vs. Blade/C.J. Gates

Blade starts out against Azrael Goeren and the two circle around each other. Blade moves in, but Goeren sidesteps and fires in a vicious kick to Blades ribs. Blade recoils and glares at Goeren, who smirks before the two lock up. Goeren drives a knee to Blades stomach, and then a forearm to the back. He takes a step back and moves in for a clothesline as Blade gets up, but Blade ducks under and catches Goeren with a back elbow, turns around and drives a knee of his own into Goeren's stomach.

Blade begins to use his size advantage as he backs Goeren into a neutral corner with forearms and drives a few shoulders into his gut for good measure. Blade sends Azrael across the ring to the opposite corner and then follows in himself, hitting a clothesline in the corner. Goeren stumbles out and Blade bounces off the ropes and takes the CWC champion down with another clothesline. Blade then goes for a cover.

1...

2-KICKOUT!

Harvey: Blade trying to score the early pin on Azrael Goeren.

Chase: After Blade wins this match, he'll be in line for a CWC title match.

Blade hauls Goeren up and moves toward his corner, where Gates is waiting with an extended hand, but instead of tagging him in, Blade whips Goeren into the ropes and catches him with a shoulder block on the rebound. With Goeren down, Blade looks to drop an elbow, but Goeren rolls out of the way, and with Blade on the ground, the German drops a knee across the arm of Blade and catches a rising Blade with a knee to the side of the head. Blade lunges with a clothesline but Goeren ducks and as Blade turns around, Goeren hits him with an uppercut and then drops him down with a neckbreaker.

Harvey: Goeren has turned the tides here.

Chase: Good! It's about time the CWC Champion was given a chance to shine and show us all why he would have beaten Kurt Noble had the arena not flooded.

Goeren doesn't go for the pin, instead, he picks Blade up and tosses him into the corner near Gates, motioning for the APW champ to enter the ring. Gates tags in and hops over the ropes, managing to move out of the way of a knee strike from Goeren. Gates bounces off the ropes and ducks a clothesline, hits the opposite side and Goeren is right behind him, catching him with a quick STO out of nowhere. Goeren is quick to get up and stomps on Gates legs, picking one up and dropping an elbow across it for good measure.

Harvey: Just when the action gets turned up a notch, Goeren slows it back down.

Chase: You know Harv, I'm not sure what's better. Watching Azrael Goeren wrestle, or watching him out wrestle C.J. Gates.

Gates is beginning to get up, but Goeren locks in a hammerlock, trying to wear Gates down. He wrenches away on the arm as Gates slowly begins to make his way up to his feet. Before he can counter, Goeren releases the hold and turns it into a Russian leg sweep taking the APW champion down to the ground. He picks Gates up and hooks his head, looking for a fisherman suplex, but Gates blocks it with his leg and manages to break free. Goeren swings a haymaker that Gates ducks. He hits Goeren with a few forearm shots before going for a kick that Goeren catches, only to eat an enziguiri to the face knocking him down!

Harvey: Gates is back in control!

Chase: Come on Azrael!

Gates is up first and hits Goeren with a dropsault to take him back down. Gates follows that up by dropping an elbow and as Goeren gets up, Gates goes for a reverse DDT. Goeren reverses it by turning, and hitting Gates with a Northern lights suplex that he bridges for a pin.

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2...KICKOUT!

Both men get up but Goeren drops him with a quick DDT and then hooks the leg for the pin.

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2-KICKOUT!

Goeren gets up again and hauls Gates up, but Azrael gets hit with an uppercut. Gates bounces off the ropes and hits the CWC champion with a spinning heel kick that takes him off his feet. This time, it's Gates who goes for the pin.

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2...


KICKOUT!

Harvey: A quick series of pin attempts there, but none were successful.

Chase: Thank God. If Goeren were to lose, it would be a travesty!

Gates is up and tags in an eager Blade. The largest man in the match moves in and grabs Goeren as he gets up, hitting him with a textbook backbreaker. Blade picks Goeren up again and whips him across the ring and as he goes for a jumping clothesline, Goeren ducks the attempt and on the rebound, takes Blade down with a crossbody block. He's quick to his feet and grabs Blade's legs, applying a half Boston crab, and pulling back on Blade's legs. Blade crawls toward the ropes, and Goeren releases the hold and drops an elbow across the back of Blade's knee.

Goeren tries to pull him back into the middle of the ring, but Blade turns and kicks Goeren off. Azrael moves back in and Blade ducks the attack and drops Goeren with a gutbuster. He picks Goeren up and drops him with a vicious spinebuster in the center of the ring.

Harvey: Blade's using his size and strength advantage to pick apart the CWC Champion.

Blade hauls Goeren up and locks in an abdominal stretch, pulling back on it. The referee asks Goeren if he wants to submit as Blade reaches back and pulls on the top rope to add to the pressure. He releases before the referee sees and after dropping two forearms into the exposed midsection, Blade drops Goeren with a pumphandle slam and goes for a pin.

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2...


Goeren kicks out!

Chase: It's going to take more than that! Come on, Blade, you should know that!

Blade gets up and hauls Goeren up, lifting him up into the Argentine back breaker rack, looking to end the match, but before he can, Goeren thumbs the eye of Blade, causing the move to be dropped. Goeren lands in front of Blade and hits a european uppercut and then a bulldog to take the big man down.

Harvey: Blade went for the RaZorblade but Goeren managed to battle his way out of it.

Chase: It's like shot for shot in that ring!

Blade gets up with the ropes and Goeren rushes in, but Blade tosses him over the top rope. Goeren lands on the apron and as Blade turns around, he fires a vicious kick into the midsection, doubling Blade over. He steps through the ropes and hits another stiff kick before sizing Blade up and nailing him with the Blitzkrieg [vicious buzzsaw kick] out of nowhere! He goes for a pin.

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2...


Gates Breaks it up!

Harvey: A near fall there for the CWC Champion.

Chase: And Gates had to screw it up!

Goeren is up quickly as Gates is taken back to his corner and he chop blocks Blade back to the ground and begins stomping away on Blade's leg. After a few moments of that, he applies a figure four leglock as Blade shouts out in pain. He begins to find the strength to pull Goeren with him, pulling him along the mat toward the nearest ropes.

Harvey: Come on Blade!

With one last lunge, Blade manages to grab the bottom rope and the referee forces Goeren to break the hold. Gates is looking for the tag as Blade slowly gets to his feet, and Goeren is on him, giving him a few chops to the chest before grabbing his head and going for a bulldog, but Blade shoves him off and to the mat! He turns and makes his way to the corner, tagging in Gates.

Gates is in and he meets Goeren in the middle of the ring, and the two of them exchange punches back and forth before Goeren takes Gates down with a clothesline. Gates is up quickly and Goeren grabs him, sending him into the corner, where Gates runs up and comes off with a whisper in the wind taking Goeren down! Gates collects himself and then goes for the springboard knee drop that Goeren rolls out from, and Gates crashes knee first on the mat. Goeren hauls Gates up and drops him with a T-Bone suplex and goes for a pin.

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2...


Blade breaks it up with a double axe handle. He remains, pounding some forearms on Goeren's back before the referee forces him out of the ring. Both men are up and Goeren tries to hit a European uppercut, but Gates dodges it and grabs Goeren from behind dropping him with a reverse DDT. Gates stands up and drops a leg drop across Goeren's throat and then makes the pin.

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Goeren kicks out!

Harvey: Still a lot of life left in the German.

Gates gets up and runs off the ropes hitting a low dropkick on a rising Goeren, knocking him into the ropes. Gates gets up and grabs Goeren, looking for a tornado DDT but Goeren shoves Gates off. As Gates gets off, Goeren takes him down with a swinging neckbreaker and then grabs Gates' legs, hooking in a Rivera Cloverleaf.

Chase: There it is! The Officially Licensed Azrael Goeren Cloverleaf!

Harvey: This can't be good for Gates!

Goeren leans back after hooking the exposed ankle, putting pressure on Gates' already banged up knee. Goereon shouts back for Gates to give up, that he can't beat him. But before Gates can get the opportunity, Blade enters the ring and hit's a big boot to Goeren's head, causing him to drop the hold as Blade exits the ring.

Chase: Blade couldn't have Gates cost them another tag team victory.

Goeren and Gates are both slow to get up and as they're struggling to their feet, the fans burst into loud boos as APW Overdrive champion Johnny Rebel makes his way out to ringside.

Harvey: Well, look who it is! Here comes Johnny Rebel.

Chase: Here he comes to save the day you mean.

Harvey: Well, he really has no business out here.

Chase: No business? Goeren is against APW, and Rebel is a part of APW. That means Goeren is against Johnny Rebel!

Goeren and Gates haven't realized that Rebel is ringside, as they both get to their feet. Goeren fires a few chops into the chest of Gates, causing his chest to go red, before he whips Gates toward the ropes. Gates grabs onto them as he hits and Goeren moves in. Blade has the referee distracted as Rebel readies himself on the outside. Goeren moves in and Gates rolls out of the way at the same time that Rebel hops up onto the ramp and connects with a forearm to Goeren's head! Gates bounces off the ropes and Blade tags himself in, but Goeren doesn't know. Gates takes Goeren down with a shining wizard.

Harvey: This could be the opening Gates and Blade were looking for.

Gates picks Goeren up and hits him with a shoulder jawbreaker in the center of the ring! Before he can capitalize, Blade is in and he tosses Gates outside of the ring and picks Goeren up. He lifts him onto his shoulders and then drops him with the RaZorblade [Argentine Backbreaker Rack into a DDT]! Blade goes for the pin!

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3!!!

Paige: Here are your winners, Blade and C.J. Gates!

"Bulls on Parade" begins to play as Blade gets to his feet. On the outside, Johnny Rebel hits Gates from behind and tosses him into the steel steps before rolling him back into the ring and following in himself. But before anything can happen, the fans cheer as Chris Hart and Sally Talfourd rush toward the ring to try and even the odds.

Chase: Here we go! All Hell's about to break loose I can feel it!

A brawl ensues in the ring and it's not long before a whole bunch of Survive and Conquer participants rush out from the back. Leon Stone, Terry Marvin, Rory O'Connell, and Alex Black, followed closely by Kid Dynamo, Isamu Suzuki, Jimmy Helmsley and Dan Quinn. They all slide into the ring and begin to pair off, throwing punches and kicks as more rush out. Paradox McSweeney, BAD ASS, Seth Black, Juan Ramirez, Jonny Cedrone, Level One, Johnny Knuckles, Julius Farquhar, Ricky Stanton...

Harvey: It seems like anyone who signed up for the event is coming out from the back!

Chase: Pretty much.

There are so many bodies in the ring that they begin spilling to the outside, still fighting and throwing punches. Dan Quinn and Kid Dynamo sprawl to ringside as Yarmouth Blade runs out and pulls Blade out of the ring and they begin brawling. More and more people begin spilling out, with the already weakened wrestlers from Phoenix Wrestling being tossed out by various APW Megastars.

Harvey: It looks as though APW has taken things into their own hands and are dealing with the outsiders themselves.

Chase: How can you tell? There are people everywhere!

More people get tossed out, eventually leaving a half dozen in the ring. Chris Hart is wrapped up with Goeren in one corner as Terry Marvin and Sally Talfourd are in another. C.J. Gates is slowly getting to his feet after having been knocked down and turns around...

...Right into Johnny Rebel! Rebel kicks him in the gut and nails him with the pedigree.

Harvey: The Put Down! Rebel just put the finishing touches on the Undisputed champion.

Chase: This fighting just won't stop! It won't be long until our table is gone!

Harvey: We need to get some order out here. But this is only the beginning. In two weeks at Survive and Conquer, who knows what will happen when one of the biggest wrestling events takes place as eighty-six wrestlers take part in the 2012 Survive and Conquer match!

The brawling continues as Overdrive comes to an end.