Overdrive - St. Louis, Missouri (02/23/12)

[President Jeff]

Dreggs vs. COBRA

The referee calls for the bell as we kick off the rematch from two weeks ago. COBRA is quick to gain the advantage laying into the mid section of Dreggs with a series of punches and kicks as he looks to weaken his opponent from the offset. Dreggs is forced back into the corner and sent flying across the ring hitting his back hard against the turnbuckle bouncing back and landing on his face. COBRA signals to the crowd trying to warm them up but he is met by a chorus of boos.

COBRA capitalizes and comes back bouncing off the ropes landing his knees across Dreggs’ back. He rolls him over for the pin but Dreggs kicks out before the referee can even get down and count it. COBRA hits the canvas in disgust before pulling Dreggs back to his feet using nothing but his hair. COBRA whips him into the ropes and goes for a clothesline that Dreggs quickly moves out of the way of ducking under and coming back for more where he is met with a spinning kick to the jaw for his trouble.

COBRA bides his time and waits for Dreggs to get to one knee where he runs into the ropes and comes back hard with a SHINING WIZARD to the head of Dreggs. His eyes glaze over as he topples forward uncomfortably. COBRA points to the top rope and begins to climb slowly steadying himself when he reaches the top. HE lets out a scream and comes crashing down onto of Dreggs with a 360 splash; he rolls him over and goes for the cover. The referee gets in position and counts

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Winner: COBRA

APW Thursday Night Overdrive opens up to President Jeff standing in his office with his hands clasped below his waist; acompanied by several officers of the law standing alongside him.

President Jeff: Concerning all APW Mega Stars both foreign and domestic last week my office was illegally trespassed upon and several pieces of sensitive information pertaining to a select handful of APW Mega Stars has been compromised. The parties involved have been contacted and the APW staff has been working tirelessly to limit the damage output by these recent events.

President Jeff straightens out his posture as he clinches his teeeth clearly uncomfortable by the entire situation.

President Jeff: At this point in time we have very few suspects but many possible leads and mark my words we will get to the bottom of this. The perpetrators behind this hideous act will be brought to justice under the full extent of the law and I will hardly rest my eyes until all order is restored.

President Jeff fakes a smile.

President Jeff: Tonight, the APW has been put on high red alert. Security has been heightened and Mega Stars are subject to improtu interrogations without question. Everyone from the book keepers, to the floor sweepers and curtain jerkers will all have their part to play in making APW a safer place. We urge all APW Mega Stars to stay vigiliant and report any suspicious activities from their fellow roster members to me or any other APW official. Thank you.

President Jeff stares at the camera as the scene fades and comes to it's eventual close.

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

Chase: We are a month away from Rasslemania VIII and the event is starting to shape up.

Harvey: What a show we have tonight. One of the big matches everyone is talking about is Level One verses Keaton Saint. Level One is looking for his 50th singles victory in APW here tonight

Chase: And our main event will be, Kurt Noble taking on Johnny Rebel in what should be an exciting match up.

Harvey: Also tonight, we will announce the first inductee into the APW Hall of Fame Class of 2012

Chase: This is gonna be a great night

Harvey: Lets go to the ring

"Shooting Star" by Black Stone Cherry begins to play as the fans jump to their feet with cheers. After a few moments, C.J. Gates comes out from the back wearing street clothes and his cowboy hat, but no APW Undisputed title. He pauses at the top of the ramp and raises his arms for the cheering fans before making his way down, tagging hands with the fans along the ramp. He slides into the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, pointing out at the fans as they cheer even more. Gates climbs down and grabs a microphone, pacing the ring a bit before turning to face the entrance.

Gates: What happened last week, well, I can't say that it shocked me. If I can be honest, I've been waiting for the time when Rebel would come down to the ring during one of my matches and steal the Undisputed title. But even though I don't have the title physically with me, that doesn't change the fact that I am still the APW Undisputed title. That doesn't change the fact that I am at the top of the food chain. And in an effort not to waste anymore time, Johnny, get your ass out here and give me back my title!

Gates pauses, staring at the entrance, but no one comes out.

Gates: Come on, Rebel, I know that you stole my title last week in an effort to prove a point. I know that you couldn't stand the fact that you lost your Overdrive title, so you had to try and give me a little bit of payback by stealing mine, since you know that you can't beat me. So now is about the time that you man up, come out here with the Undisputed title, and just return it to me. Do the right thing for once in your life, Johnny.

#SIMPLY
#F’N
#PUT

"Smoke on the Water” by Deep Purple begins to play as "Simply Put" Johnny Rebel walks out onto the stage without the Undisputed title, with Blade following behind. The two of them stop at the top of the ramp, soaking up the boos that they are receiving, and Rebel looks down at Gates with a smirk but before he raises the microphone to his lips, Gates cuts in.

Gates: Where's my title, Johnny?

Rebel holds his hands in mock defense before chuckling to himself

Rebel: Get a grip, cowboy. You know for somebody who continuously paints himself as someone who doesn’t believe that this is all about wins and titles, you’re awfully upset that you don’t have your precious belt. I can’t believe that you’d throw me under the bus like that. You have offended me by assuming that I would stoop to the level of stealing your belt! I’m an honorable man, C.J. and I wouldn’t do anything to hurt anyone! It probably would have been a good idea because then the APW could have an actual fighting champion but I don’t need to steal it from you… I’d simply take it.


Gates: That's bull and you know it, Johnny. I saw you pick up my title with my own eyes. I watched you put that belt around your waist as if you had just won it. I watched you as you paraded around the ring like you owned APW.

Rebel cracks a smile.

Rebel: Your mind must be playing tricks on you because I don’t have the slightest clue to as where your title is. I don’t have it…

Gates: Then tell your little gopher there to go get it from wherever he's stashed it.

Rebel: Who? Blade? You think Blade has it?

Rebel and Blade exchange a look and smile at one another.

Rebel: It’s a good thing that I came out when I did because it seems like you need to be more informed and you need to take better care of the things you have been entrusted with. You better be believe that if I was the Undisputed champion, I’d have my eye on that thing twenty-four seven and wouldn’t let some chump steal it while my back was turned! I don’t have your precious title.

Gates: Whatever you're selling, I'm not buying. I just want you to return what you stole from me.

Rebel: Do I look like someone who’d sell you up the river? For once in my life, I’m being upfront and honest when I tell you that I don’t have your championship nor do I even have a clue where it might be. This is going to be a bitter pill for you to swallow but I have evidence that shows everything that I’m not the one to blame for losing your belt! Roll it!

Rebel points up to the video screen which begins playing a replay of last weeks Overdrive episode.

The fans erupt as Kurt appears through the ramp as Rebel continues backing up the ramp while picking at some of the fans in the process. Noble doesn’t rush him but waits for Rebel to get close enough to strike. Finally, Rebel slowly turns around to give one last pose with the belt as C.J is still completely unaware as to what has happened. Johnny tosses the belt over his shoulder and prepares to leave the ringside area as he finally comes face to face with Noble. Kurt spears him on the ramp and the two go rolling down the ramp. The two trade punches as Kurt gets the advantage and drops Rebel with a huge right hand. Rebel scurries down the ramp as Kurt follows him with eventually Rebel running through the ring to get away from Noble. Blade steps in between the two of them as the referee begins screaming for Rebel to get out of the ring. Meanwhile, Gates is lying face down in the corner of the ring. Johnny obeys the referee and slides out the opposite side of the ring away from Noble and leaves the area through the crowd.

Harvey: Look at Rebel hightailing it out of here as quickly as he came in. I can’t believe he thought he’d just waltz down here and steal Gates’ title without a fight!

Chase: He was going to get away with it until Noble showed up!

Noble walks up the ramp and passes by the Undisputed Championship lying on the ground. He stops, turns around and picks up the belt.

Harvey: Kurt’s going to do the right thing here and bring it back to Gates’ corner!

The announcer gets a little ahead of himself as Kurt drapes the title over his shoulder and walks up the ramp disappearing through the curtain with the belt in tow.

The video ends and Rebel smiles away with Blade beside him. In the ring, Gates is shaking his head slowly.

Rebel: The proof is in the pudding, Gates. I’m not the one to blame here! I was just having a little bit of fun before Noble was the one who came down and stole the title! Did you see the look in his eyes? He threw it over his shoulder like he owned it or something… not me! You should probably learn to check your facts before you start slinging mud!

Gates continues to shake his head as Rebel continues to smile.

Rebel: Apparently, Noble isn’t as clean cut as you like to think he is. I’d start to question that friendship or alliance or whatever type of wet dream you share with Kurt. I mean, if he was your friend, he would have hung around and made sure that you walked away with the belt that evening! But no… he pulled, dare I say, a Johnny Rebel move? Don’t get it twisted though, Gates. Just because Kurt walked away with the belt last week, don’t think for a second that I’m not coming after that belt. The only difference between Noble and I is that at Rasslemania, I’m going to win the belt the right way!

"Smoke on the Water" begins to play as Rebel and Blade continue to smile down at Gates. C.J. stares in to the crowd in disbelief.

Harvey: The truth comes out, Johnny! Rebel didn’t steal Noble’s belt and C.J. is still in shock.

Chase: You know that Rebel doesn’t have to steal the championship like Noble does. He’s going to win it fair and square at Rasslemania.

Harvey: That’s if he can get past Kurt Noble tonight in the main event of Overdrive! Stay tuned!

[President Jeff]

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall

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 comes out with his dad and swaggers down to the ramp ignoring the fans and climb in to the ring with his face looking ice cold.

Paige: Introducing first, weighing in at 245 pounds, being accompanied by his Dad, this is YARMOUTH!

"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 weilding 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: He was born in A Shallow Grave weighing in at 210 pounds. "The King Of The Dead" Donovan Caineeeeeeeeeee!!!

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

Singles Match

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Yarmouth Vs Donovan Caine

They lock up and Yarmouth takes Caine down with an arm drag. Caine gets up and goes after Yarmouth grabs Caine and throws him into the corner. Yarmouth hits Caine with some left and right hand punches to the head and then throws him to the opposite corner. Yarmouth walks over and kicks Caine then chops him. Yarmouth then starts driving his shoulder into Caine’s midsection. Yarmouth pulls Caine out of the corner and suplexes him and then goes for a cover
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Harvey: Yarmouth has been on a losing streak as of late. A win tonight could be a big boost for him

Chase: Donovan is coming off a victory from last week, so Donovan has momentum going into this match.

Yarmouth picks Caine up and Caine thumbs Yarmouth in the eye. Yarmouth turns his back and Caine back rakes him. Caine then grabs Yarmouth and gives him Jujitsu Knees then takes Yarmouth to the corner. Caine hits him wit ha few forearm shots then chops him before taking him down with a snap mare then dropkicking him in the back of the head. Caine covers
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Caine pulls Yarmouth to his feet and throws him into the ropes and takes Yarmouth down with a back elbow to the jaw. Caine bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow onto Yarmouth chest and goes for a cover
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Harvey: Donovan is really taking it to Yarmouth here

Chase: Yarmouth has a height advantage. Donovan needs to stay on him

Donovan picks Yarmouth up and hits him with some stiff right hand punches. Caine throws Yarmouth into the ropes, goes for a clothesline, but Yarmouth ducks it. Yarmouth hit’s the ropes, comes back and takes Caine down with a spear. Yarmouth calls for his Dad and he jumps up on the ring apron. Yarmouth then puts his hand on Caine’s throat and begins choking him. Yarmouths dad gets off the apron and Yarmouth lifes Caine up to his feet and takes him down with a dropkick. Yarmouth covers
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Yarmouth picks Caine up and throws him across the ring with a belly to belly suplex. Yarmouth goes for another cover
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Yarmouth gets up and yells out “THAT’S IT”. He picks Caine up and kicks Caine in the gut and goes for a Stunner, but Caine shoves Yarmouth off into the ropes. Yarmouth comes back and Caine boots him in the stomach then plants him with a DDT. Caine covers
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Harvey: C’mon, get that man out of here, he has no business being at ring side.

Chase: Yarmouth’s is a daddy’s boy

Caine gets up and goes to the ropes, looking down to the outside at Yarmouth’s dad, having a few words for him. Caine turns around and is met with a Super kick to the jaw. Caine is down and Yarmouth covers hooking the leg
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Yarmouth gets up and signals something to his Dad. Yarmouth’s Dad pulls something out from his pocket and holds it into his hands. He Jumps onto the ring apron and the ref goes over to get him off. Yarmouth’s Dad without the referee seeing, tosses brass knuckles to Yarmouth. Yarmouth slips it on his hand. With the ref still distracted, Yarmouth picks Caine up and Caine low blows Yarmouth. Caine takes the Brass Knuckles off of Yarmouths hand, puts it onto his own hand and nails Yarmouth in the jaw with a punch. Yarmouth goes down, Caine shoves the brass knuckles into his pants. Caine runs to the ropes and knocks Yarmouth’s Dad off the apron and Caine covers Yarmouth
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Winner: Donovan Caine[/center]

Donavan’s music begins to play and the ref raises his arm in victory.

Harvey: Yarmouth tried every trick in the book, and it back fired.

Chase: Donovan is lucky to walk away with a victory here

Donovan continues to celebrate his victory as we go to backstage with Level One and Sally Talfourd

Sally: Where have you been?

Level-One: Your mom's house.

Sally: Really? We're making 'your mom' jokes now?

Level-One: Well I felt like scraping the barrel. After all, you're still here so Jeff must be scraping the barrel for a bump in the ratings.

Sally: I was only here to sign my leave forms. Survive and Conquer was it for me. But ... *Sally stands up from the seat, steps in front of Lester to stop him from getting to his gear* ... it's funny that you bring up Jeff. Is he on your mind?

Level-One: Is this the start of a gay joke? Because that's absolutely lower than a 'your mom' joke ...

Sally: It's the start of me wondering if, maybe, you've had something to do with the break in? That maybe you've got Jeff on the mind because you're worried he might find out it was you?

Level-One laughs at the notion and (gently, but with enough force) pushes Sally to the side, heading to his gear to sot himself out for the rest of the night.

Level-One: Are you kidding? You think I'd have something to do with that? Please, Sally. You know me well enough. If I want something from Jeff, I'm not going to be sneaking around like a thief. I'll just front up to the man.

Sally gives a knowing nod, then sits back down next to Level-One's gear. She watches as he picks through his things.

Sally: That's you, yes. But maybe you weren't the one who was doing the breaking of the in? Maybe you sent someone to do your dirty work ...

Level-One: Like who?

Sally: Like the Winter girls? Like DeLoren?

The names get Level-One's interests. He stops going through his bags, glares at Sally.

Level-One: I have nothing to do with them. They tried to screw me over by getting you to be their 'woman on the spot' for Survive and Conquer, remember? Maybe they got the beauty to be their bitch to throw everyone off the trail?

Sally: Wow ... so many good points being made. Except that I didn't go into Survive and Conquer for them and I took pleasure lasting longer than you because ... well ... it was another reminder of just how much better I can be than you

Level-One doesn't have to take this, and he knows it. He steps up to Sally, who herself is more than happy to show down. The two are inches away, and the tension couldn't be higher.

Level-One: Why are you so interested in this

Sally: Because my contract and leave was stolen, among others. And until I sign them, I'm stuck wrestling.

Level-One: I thought you loved wrestling, that you did it for the fans? What? You've given up?

Sally: Please, you know how this business works. I'm on contract, I have to wrestle the likes of you. And as much as you might want that, I couldn't think of anything worse.

Level-One: So once again it's all about Sally ...

Sally: Rumour is your papers were taken too.

Level-One's interest is officially captured. He narrows his eyes at Sally, trying to detect if it's all a ruse. He can't tell, so he goes with the idea that she's telling the truth.

Level-One: Why would I steal my own contract?

Sally: That's what I'm wondering. I thought if you didn't steal it, you'd certainly want to know where it is though, right?

Level-One: Did you come here to accuse me of the break in? Or to get some help finding who did it?

Sally: Both, I guess. Listen, you help me look into this for Jeff and we're both going to get something out of it. If the people are behind it who I think are behind it, DeLoren and the Winters, then you're going to want that contract back. They've already bought out the remainder. Get your hands on it, you could get out of their hands.

Level-One steps away, mulling over the proposition. He turns back to Sally, trying to take her measure, but he still can't figure her out.

Level-One: Right. Fine. But that's it. I'm sick of putting up with you. God it was just easier when I really could hit you with a chair and call it a day. We find these things and then that's it.

Sally nods with a smile. The two step in, shake hands.

Level-One: Of course, if I did steal them, I'm going to walk you around in all sorts of circles so that you never do find them. You know that right?

Sally: Don't worry, I'll have a breadcrumb trail to follow back.

Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

Harvey: Welcome back to Overdrive. Lets show you what happened backstage during the commercial break.

The camera shows backstage, Yarmouth and his Dad walking backstage and they walk past Cobra who is leaning up against a wall, laughing at Yarmouth. Yarmouth stops, looks at him

Yarmouth: Is there something funny?

Cobra: Matter of fact yes. The way you got your ass beat out there tonight.

Yarmouth: Yeah, that was funny, but you know what’s more funnier.

Yarmouth shoves Cobra and Cobra hit’s the wall. Cobra comes back and tackles Yarmouth to the ground. The two of them roll on the ground and backstage officials are quick to get to the scene and pull both of them off.

The camera cuts backstage.

The camera switches backstage to Kurt Noble’s locker-room, where the camera centers on…not Kurt Noble! Instead, it’s his former tag partner Chris Hart, who is warming up for his match with Jen Ryette. Hart is working on his footing, iPod in ears…until he’s stopped by the sight of Kurt Noble walking in…with the Undisputed Championship over his shoulder!

Hart: Well damn…I guess your Social Security checks have made you a little richer, haven’t they?

Noble: What? Oh…yeah, this….

Noble smiles awkwardly as he glances at the belt over his shoulder. He sits down as Hart takes out his ear-buds.

Hart: You win an impromptu Championship match I was kept out of? If so, I’m calling dibs on you first.

Noble: I didn’t win anything, Chris. I…well, last week after the Main Event, when CJ was down and Rebel had the Undisputed Championship, I knew I couldn’t let Rebel run-off with the belt. The guy never would have closed his Goddamn mouth if he got to leave the arena with it…so I tackled him, and took the belt.

Hart: Okay, I’m up to speed so far…and you haven’t given it back yet because? No, let me guess: Kurt Noble wants to be the Undisputed Champ for a while! Wait til Amy gets a load of this one!

Hart whips out his phone and takes a picture of a rather uncomfortable looking Kurt Noble. He sighs as he looks at the belt.

Noble: It’s not that…well, I mean, it would be nice, but that’s not why I still have it. I couldn’t return it last week in the chaos and confusion, so I decided to hold on to it. I couldn’t hand it back to CJ during the opening because he was surrounded by Rebel and Blade. It was a trap just waiting to happen! So…I’m going to give it back to him tonight after the Main Event. It’s his Championship-

Hart: For now.

Noble:…For now, and he deserves to be the one with it. I just can’t risk CJ getting attacked and having it taken from him. I’ll wait until Blade and Rebel are out of the way, and then I’ll return it. Promise.

Hart: Hey, you don’t have to promise me that! I’m not CJ Gates! If I was, I’d slap you for not giving me my gold back. Remember that one time that you decided you’d wear both our tag belts?

Noble looks anxious as Hart smiles.

Noble: Yes…and I remember you sawing my cane in half too. Look, he’ll get it back. Gates is one of the few friends I have in APW, and I won’t risk our friendship with this. I’m just looking out for him like he’s looked out for me. Blade and Rebel may have their issues, but Gates and I are solid. Believe me…by the end of the night, Gates will have the Undisputed Championship back.

The words are weak coming from Noble, who eyes the belt as Hart shrugs.

Hart: Good luck with that Kurt…but don’t trust anyone you don’t have to with that belt. If Gates is really your friend, he’ll rib you about it and move on. You two are buds after all…right?

Noble nods, but not without hesitation.

Hart: Then you’ll be fine. Look, I got my match soon. I’ll catch you after for drinks. Later golden boy.

Noble feigns a smile as Hart walks out. Noble brings the belt to his full view, and lets his fingers gloss over it. He sighs, and smiles lightly.

Noble: Undisputed Champion…it’s got a nice ring to it.

The scenes fades to ringside

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall

In the arena where all the fans sit awaiting the next bit of action to take place. The lights suddenly go out and the titantron comes on only to show a graphic featuring the letters "MH" wrapped in barbwire. It's about that time "Tear It Up" begins to blare over the arena's speakers and there's an instant reaction from the crowd. Some cheered and some booed for the simple fact they knew who was about to appear. A single spotlight shined down on the entrance way as wrestling legend: Michael Harris stepped out from behind the curtains and onto the stage where the spotlight shined down on him. He was dressed in his ring gear with a beanie on his head. Harris simply looked around at the crowd before smirking all cocky like.

Paige: Introducing first, from Chicago Illinois, Weighing in at 225 pounds, he is MICHAEL….HARRIS

Moments later he started to make his way down the ramp. Once he had got to the ring he slid into it from under the bottom rope and got up to his feet. His first instinct was to climb the nearest turnbuckle which he did. Harris proceeded to tilt his head back and throw his arms out to the side for his signature "Bow to me" taunt. There was a little more cheering from the crowd at this point. Moments later he took off his beanie tossing it into the crowd and jumped down off the turnbuckle. Harris proceeded to lean in that corner as the lights came back on and his music began to fade. Soon enough it was going to be all about business.

“Where Eagles Dare” by The Misfits begins play through the PA. Former APW Tag Team Champion Warren Peace steps through the curtain to a chorus boos.

Paige: And his opponent, From Pittsburg Pennsylvania. Weighing in at 200 pounds, WARREN PEACE

Peace begins his walk to the ring, a sour look on his face as he exchanges some unpleasantness with a few members of the front row. Peace walks up the ring steps and as he steps through the ropes, Michael charges at him and starts attacking him with punches and the ref calls for the bell to get this match going

Singles Match

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Warren Peace Vs Michael Harris

Michael takes Warren to the corner and nails him with some punches. He then throws Warren to the opposite corner. Michael runs at catches him with a clothesline. Warren falls to his knee’s and Michael lifts him up and gives him an Irish whip into the ropes. Warren hit’s the ropes and comes back, ducking a clothesline. Warren hit’s the ropes, comes back and jumps with a cross body, taking Michael down with a cover
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Both guys get up and Warren takes Michael down with a drop toe hold. Warren jumps up and drops a double knee drop into Michael’s lower back and then grabs Michael in a headlock. Michael fight to his feet and then throws Warren off into the ropes and Warren comes back taking Michael down with a shoulder block. Warren runs off the ropes and Michael goes to his stomach. Warren hops over and Michael gets to his feet. Michael runs at Warren who hit’s the ropes and Michael drives his knee into Warren’s mid section. Michel pulls Warren to the middle of the ring, lifts him up and drops him with a brain buster. Michael covers
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Harvey: Brutal Brainbuster

Chase: More like a sick brain buster

Michael picks Warren up and then takes him down with a swinging neck breaker. Michael then goes to the top rope and dives off with a head butt and connects it. Michael covers
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Michael gets up and stomps on Warren’s chest and then lifts him up and takes him to the ropes and starts choking him over the top rope. The ref counts for the break.

1.…2..3..4... Michael releases

Harvey: Michael better be careful or he’ll get disqualified.

Chase: Warren needs to start fighting back here.

Michael leans Warren over the middle rope. Michael runs off the ropes and comes back and jumps and sits on Warren’s back. Michael then pulls Warren out of the ropes and throws him into them and then lifts Warren up and gives him a Spinebuster. Michael covers
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Michael lifts Warren up and throws him to the corner. Michael runs at him and Warren gets both feet up into Michaels face. Michael stumbles back and then charges at Warren again Warren moves and Michael goes chest first into the corner and Warren rolls Michael up in a school boy
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Michael gets up and Warren gives him a low dropkick to the knee. Michael drops to a knee and Warren grabs him and drops him with a DDT! Warren covers
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Harvey: Here comes the big come back by Warren

Chase: I bet it won’t last long

Warren goes to the ring apron and climbs to the top rope. Michael gets up and cuts him off at the top. Michael climbs up the corner and hooks Warren up for a superplex, but Warren fights out of it and shoves Michael off the top rope and Michael lands on his back. Warren then comes off the top rope with a diving double knee drop, landing on Michael. Warren covers
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Warren gets up and then grabs Michael’s leg and goes for the figure 4. As Warren spins around Michael’s leg. Michael with his other leg shoves Warren off. Michael gets up and runs at Warren. Warren gets behind Michael and is able to drop him with a reverses DDT. Warren covers
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Warren picks Michael up and throws him into the ropes. Warren puts his head down for a back body drop, but Michael counters with a Fameasser! Michael gets to his feet and yells at Warren to get up. Warren slowly gets up. Michael picks Warren up for the Harris Effect (Tombstone) but Warren fights out of it and lands on his feet behind Michael. Michael turns and Warren goes for a clothesline, and Michael ducks it. Warren turns and Michael super kicks him in the throat. Warren falls into the ropes and bounces into Michael who picks him up and drops him with the Harris Effect. Michael covers
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Winner: Michael Harris [/center]

Michael music plays over the PA and the ref raises his arm in victory.

Harvey: Michael picked up his 3rd win in a row here in APW.

Chase: Warren almost had him beat, but Michael outsmarted Warren in this one

Michael continues to celebrate as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

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

Rainbow strobe lights flash wildly around the arena as 'Metro' suddenly blasts out of the speakers. Out of the curtain steps a young woman with a mango smoothie in hand. Walking beside her is a young blonde, her manager and friends Carrie Haute and Felicity Tatem, and a red lizard is wrapped around Jen's shoulders, glaring around as Ryette casually throws her smoothie into the crowd and skips down the ramp to the ring. Pyro shoots up at the end of the ramp, and Jen pounces forward, flipping herself into the ring. Hopping to her feet, Jen waves giddily at the crowd, before placing her lizard down, who then crawls to the corner and out of the ring, along with Carrie, before Jen then gets into a zenkutsu-dachi stance (or front stance), awaiting the start of the match.

Paige: Introducing first, weighing in at 120 pounds and hailing from Nikko, Japan… Jen Ryette!

Get up, get down, lose that sound …
Drop the Bass!

The lights in the arena are down as the opening beat of Cinema hit’s the dark arena as Chris Hart emerges from the back with pink laser lights flashing all around the arena. The pulsing beat and laser lights show continue as he walks down the ring and slides into the ring. Going to the far corner, Chris climbs the turnbuckle and throws one arm up in the air and looks out at the cheering crowd. Chris flips off the rope and stares down his opponent, waiting for the bell to start the match.

Paige: And her opponent, weighing in at 190 pounds, and hailing from Calgary, Alberta, Canada… Chris Hart!

Harvey: While it may seem like just a midcard match, the contest between these two will very much divide them tonight! Jen and Hart both debuted within 4 days of one another, have wrestled a fair bit of APW's midcard, and now have a chance to move up in the ranks with a win!

Chase: Except one's a chick...one's a dude. BIGa difference there.

Jen Ryette vs. Chris Hart

The match begins with Hart looking slightly hesitant to exchange blows with Jen…so instead, he glances at her chest! Jen shakes her head in disgust, and Hart shrugs to himself.The female Megastar angrily moves in, but Hart uses his nimbleness to evade her. She moves even faster, and goes to lock-up, but Hart pushes her down! She quickly rolls back up, and throws a punch, but Hart ducks it and delivers a swift kick to her side! Jen goes down, holding her side in pain as she motions for the referee! Hart stops, shaking his head!

Chase: Wait a second…is Jen Ryette calling for the end of the match?!

Harvey: Hart’s proven to be very effective with those quick kicks of his! He may have really hurt Jen with that one!

The referee checks on Jen as Hart paces about the ring…and when Hart turns back to her, she flips over and hits a sweeping kick on Hart’s knee! He grasps it, but doesn’t go down! Jen stands up, but instantly gets hit with some chops from Hart, who seems to have abandoned his reluctant attitude towards her. Hart Irish Whips her, and goes for a clothesline, but Jen goes down and rams her head into Hart’s stomach! She hits some shots on Hart’s knee, but he ends her down with a kick to the temple! He stands over Jen and yells “I’m not Kurt Noble!”

Harvey: Jen Ryette took Hart by surprise by faking an injury! She took advantage of Hart’s hesitation to face her, but now it seems like it just fired him up!

Chase: I just heard Hart yell that Jen’s shots to his knees weren’t working because he’s not Kurt Noble…but if he really feel for that, he’s as dumb as his former tag partner!

Hart lifts up Jen and knees her in the stomach before backing up to the ropes. He moves in towards Jen’s back, but the female wrestler catches Hart a spinning heel kick! The second Hart goes down, Jen stomps him into the ground repeatedly, forcing him to move outside the ring to recuperate. Jen then runs off the ropes, and does a baseball slide, but Hart grabs both of her legs and yanks her out of the ring! She slams awkwardly against the mats, but doesn’t stay for long as Hart positions her…and then falls back, using his momentum to slam her head into the apron! Hart stomps her down, before lifting her up and Irish Whipping her towards the apron…but Jen twists, hitting a drop toe hold on Hart, making his chin smack right against the apron!

Hart grabs his knee, and pulls himself up just in time for Jen to use the stairs to launch herself at him! However, Hart catches her and throws her back into the ring. He rolls back inside himself, and catches Jen with some lightning quick chops just as she stands. One to her throat sends her reeling back, and Jen tries to call the referee, but Hart doesn’t pay attention! He backs her against the ropes and Irish Whips her into the corner. Hart goes on quite an offensive flurry, until Jen is down against the bottom turnbuckle! The referee pulls Hart away, who just shakes his head and yells “Equal rights, huh? Yeah, she’s getting my left and right equally.”

Chase: What a comedian! Actually, I kinda like this guy now…

Harvey: I wouldn’t underestimate Jen Ryette just because she’s female. She’s already proven to be a versatile competitor here in APW, especially in her last match against Harris!

Hart Irish Whips Jen, who bounces off the ropes and slides under a high kick! Hart turns, and ducks under an enziguri, holding onto Jen’s ankle. However, she catches him off guard by flipping her heel backwards, kicking Hart in the jaw! She lands awkwardly, but the force is enough to knock Hart off his balance! Jen goes on the attack, laying into Hart with a few different forms of kicks. She backs him into a corner, and begins to use her boot to rub Hart’s face! He pushes her off, but she delivers another kick to Hart’s gut, followed by a shoulder thrust. She backs up, and makes a headbutt to Hart’s stomach! He finally goes down, and chuckles to himself as he yells “That’s it Sweetheart?’…but receives a kick to the cheek for it!

Jen scoffs, and gets a set of boos from the crowd. She lifts p Hart and knocks into him with some uppercuts. Jen tries to spin Hart for a neckbreaker, but Hart pushes her away. She bounces off the ropes, and walks right into a flapjack! Jen grabs her chin in pain, and Hart kips right up! He turns her over, and uses an impressive amount of strength to lift her up and drop her with a straight jacket suplex! Jen rolls out of the ring to avoid a pin, but this time it’s Hart on the offense, as he springboards himself out of the ring into her!

Harvey: These two are just so fast! We’ve seen an impressive amount of kicks and nimble maneuvers from both Hart and Jen, but one of them has to slow down eventually!

Chase: Not from my own experience…but it’s usually the dudes that slow down in these situations…

Harvey: …

Hart lays into Jen with some kicks, before throwing her back into the ring. He takes to the top rope, and waits until she stands up. He launches himself at her…but with incredible speed, Jen goes down and nails Hart with a Locust kick as he comes down! Hart crumbles, and Jen throws herself on him for the pin…

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Kickout by Chris Hart!

Jen doesn’t even try to lift up Hart, who has a solid 70 pounds on her. Instead, she goes for a handspring Corkscrew Moonsault…that Hart rolls of the way of! She faceplants on the canvas, and as she gets up, gets a bulldog from Hart! He rolls her over, and makes a pin…

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Kickout by Jen Ryette!

Harvey: Quick set of pins from both following a set of failed aerial moves! Chase, who do you think is looking more impressive between these two?

Chase: Well…who looks more impressive? Jen! How is that even a question for a hot blooded male?

Harvey: Can you EVER remove sex from the mind?

Hart lifts up Jen, and demonstrates his high strength advantage by lifting her up for a suplex, and connecting! Hart just smirks, and mouths to the referee “This one’s a little heavy for me.” Suddenly, Jen springs into action, and goes crazy on Hart! She lays into him with animalistic blows, throwing the pretty boy off his game! Jen slaps him HARD across the face, before running off the ropes…and right into an arm drag from Hart! She gets up, and goes into another! She stops just short of Hart the third time, and he grins at her as she backs off! However, Jen’s face flushes, and she rushes in…and takes an absolutely brutal Busaikue Knee Kick to the face! Hart goes for the pin…

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Hart stands up, and smirks to himself. He signals to the crowd, which gets him a small round of applause. Hart lifts up Jen for the Schwein, but Jen kicks and wiggles, finally reaching up to take his eyes so she gets out! He drops her, and Jen responds with a dropkick to Hart that sends him bouncing off the ropes and right into a high kick off the rebound! Jen gets an offensive spree going as she runs off the ropes and drills Hart with a shining wizard! She looks down at him and yells “How’s that pretty boy smile for you?” Hart smiles as he reaches up and locks in a lightning inside cradle!!!

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Kickout by Jen Ryette!

Harvey: Now it’s Hart that’s playing the mindgames on Jen Ryette!

Chase: She can play mindgames with me all day…nevermind…

Jen is fuming as she stands up and drills Hart with a temple kick! Jen then signals for the end, and runs off the ropes, rebounding, and spinning for the Taste of Ambrosia (Handspring Phoenix Splash)! However, Hart lifts his knee, and she lands face-first on it! Jen is nearly knocked out cold, but Hart sweetens the deal by lifting her up, and using the middle rope to hit the Hart Brreak (Shiranui) on her! Hart pins…

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Winner: Chris Hart

Chris music begins to play and the ref raises his arm in victory.

Harvey: And another win for Chris Hart here who is slowly making a name for himself here in APW

Chase: He can't have this luck forever!

Chris celebrates his victory as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Backstage, and the camera pans out to reveal Keaton Saint looking back towards a wall clenching and unclenching his fists. Saint claps his hands together once and turns towards Cindy Shannon indicating that he is ready to answer some questions.

Cindy Shannon: As you can see, I am currently standing with one part of the APW team at Rival Factions and the opponent for the team captain tonight. He is Keaton Saint.

Keaton Saint: Thank you.

Cindy Shannon: Keaton, how do you feel about taking on a certified APW legend in Level One tonight?

Keaton Saint: I've got a lot to say about him, especially after seeing how he feels about me based on his promotional material but right now, right now I just want to put something across to Terry Marvin because I know he'll be watching this at some point.

Cindy Shannon: What message do you have for Terry Marvin?

Keaton Saint: Oh I've got a message for him. Last week I raised my voice in opposition of him, one voice telling him that his reign has flaws and it his weaknesses. Terry Marvin now has to spend the next few weeks wondering if he has enough faith in himself to beat me. I already know what I can do, but for him the clock is ticking down to an ending. What he chooses to do in that time will define his reign.

Cindy Shannon: So are you challenging him or?

Keaton Saint: I'm sure he's smart enough to work out what I'm looking towards but tonight I have something massively important to look towards. It takes one voice to start a war, but it takes to voice of Level One to bring me out to the frontline.

Cindy Shannon: Which brings me back to my first question. Level One is an APW legend and for some of the fans, they know the history between the two of you. How do you feel about adding another chapter to this outstanding rivalry?

Keaton Saint: That's exactly what I wanted to answer, for me, you and the fans the matches we've had constitute a rivalry and a competition between us. For Level One, he's never truly considered me a rival or an equal because he's always bee--

??: Always been what?

The camera pans slightly to the left to reveal that Level One is standing just behind and to the side of Keaton Saint. Saint turns to face him and clenches his fists again.

Level One: You can say it to my face. As for you...

Level points to Cindy Shannon.

Level One: This isn't an interview any more.

Cindy gets the message loud and clear and begins walking off-camera.

Keaton Saint: You think I'm scared of saying something to your face?

Level One: You seem comfortable with bitching without me standing here, why not carry on?

Saint rubs his hands together instinctively.

Keaton Saint: Yeah, yeah I'll tell you. You stand there and act as if you're giving me a chance EVERY time you're around me, you continue to be ignorant to what I've done and it doesn't matter to you that we've not even crossed paths in years because for you, nothing I've ever done matters.

Level One: Nothing you've ever put your name to matters here.

Keaton Saint: What about when I fought against your little stable at the beginning of last year?

Level One: Look how far that got you.

Keaton Saint: No Level, look how far that got YOU. You talk about reform and bettering yourself when the fact is you walk, talk and act like a prick. Just like you always have.

Level One: And you've always been an arrogant piece of sh--

Keaton Saint: At least I don't deny it!

Saint and Level exchange an icy stare before Saint continues.

Keaton Saint: I've never claimed to be a great person and I know the only reason the fans support me is because they agree with how I go about things. It doesn't matter that we've fought before, it matters that you took YEARS to finally get around to saying that you respect me as if it was some sort of bloody achievement!

Level One: It took you that amount of time to get to a stage where I could respect you.

Keaton Saint: No, it took you that long to realise that I've constantly pushed myself and motivated myself to the pinnacle of wrestling. You're right, I've never let go of what happened because it has kept me going and it made me come here.

Level One: Just like the contract, the perks and you LIVING on my name to get yourself further! I'm sick of you being so vindictive!

Keaton Saint: Sick of ME! Really?! You talk about me being vindictive when YOU were the one who tried to break my back just because I was better than your average debuting wrestler. You're damn right I had a reason to face you and kill something in the process. I killed my doubts about whether I could compete with the best in wrestling and you were the BEST! It took EVERYTHING I had to make you submit and I won't deny it, I won't deny that beating you was the most important thing in my life but you're so goddamn ashamed to admit that on ONE night I had your number.

Level One: One night you've been living off ever since.

Keaton Saint: You're right, I've been feeding on scraps compared to the adulation you got. I didn't capitalise on beating the best wrestler in the world but it gave me a chance to train in better facilities, wrestle in bigger arenas and get myself better recognised.

Level One: And all for what? You've still just a punk who rode one victory for every single seconds of 15 minutes of fame. You're still just someone who couldn't do anything but hark back to one moment where you bested me. I have been and I will continue to be BETTER than you or anything you bring to the ring. Tonight your one hit wonder is over, tonight your sainthood is DEAD!

Keaton Saint: I really hope you don't believe that because there's an arena packed with fans that know I bleed wrestling, I live and breathe for this sport! What we have is history but it needs to be consigned to the record books for both our sakes. I need you to come out and bring the best and worst of yourself because I am not holding back! I am not holding back because I damn well respect YOU as a wrestler and I will not deny you the chance to close this chapter of your career.

Level One: You really believe that crap? You really think this is about me needing to end this? You've NEEDED me all along Saint, don't lie to me now.

Keaton Saint: No Lester I--

Level One: Don't you dare call me that.

Saint takes a half-step back and inhales deeply.

Keaton Saint: Fine, fine. I don't need you. Kid Dynamo needed you to make an impact, I never did. Crazyman needed you to stay in the spotlight, he needed that set of matches to keep himself going. I never did. I don't need you to exist anymore Level, I never did. Tonight, the past is the past. Tonight is about what we are now, what we represent in 2012 and what I represent is the Patron Saint of Pro--

Level One: DEATH! You're going to have to finish what you started to beat me tonight but you won't. I am a better man, a better human being and a better wrestler than you. You're going to have to learn to accept it.

Level and Saint exchange another staredown before they both depart in opposing directions as the camera cuts away from the backstage area and we go to ringside.

Returning back to the ring, the camera focuses on Nicky Paige standing in the center.

Paige: Ladies and gentleman, the following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall.

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.

Paige: Introducing first, from Boston Massachusetts. JOHN DIONYSUS!

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 as the vocal introduction to Hate Me Now 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.

Paige: And his opponent, from Las Vegas Nevada. He is the reigning Action Packed Wrestling Overdrive Champion, “The Real Show”, TERRY MARVIN!

Terry Marvin rolls into the ring and poses on the turnbuckle, holding his arms out like the people should worship him as Dionysus looks on from his corner.

Harvey: This looks like it could be one heck of a contest, Johnny.

Chase: The pure striking of John Dionysus going toe to toe with the technical mastery of Terry Marvin.

Marvin hops off of the ropes and begins to bob back and forth in his corner as he stares across at a focused John Dionysus.

John Dionysus vs. Terry Marvin

The bell rings as both men emerge from the corner and circle each other in the center of the ring, before eventually coming together in a collar and elbow tie up. Marvin looks to reverse it into a rear waist lock, but Dionysus catches him with an elbow shot that backs Marvin up a step. Dionysus grabs hold and fires him into the corner. Measuring him up, he delivers a set of swift blows to Terry Marvin and looks to finish him off with a massive uppercut but Marvin is a step ahead, ducking out of the ring forcing the official to step in and force Dionysus back a step.

Chase: Good strategy there from Terry Marvin to get out of the ring and force the referee to make the break.

Harvey: You have to think that exchange is exactly what John Dionysus is going to want to do in this match. Keep Terry Marvin at a distance and unleash his vaunted striking game.

Marvin ducks back into the ring, and once again looks to lock up collar and elbow with Dionysus but he will have none of it, instead offering out a hand for Marvin to take in a test of strength. Marvin takes it and when Dionysus offers the second hand out, he instead takes a swift boot to the gut from “The Real Show” doubling him over and allowing Marvin to take him to the canvas with a snapmere takeover, directly into a side headlock.

Harvey: Terry Marvin taking advantage of John Dionysus there.

Chase: He should have known better than to leave himself unguarded against Terry Marvin. The man’s made a living out of taking the easy road home.

Dionysus fights to his feet and looks to press Marvin off of him but is unable to as he gets his foot stomped on. Unable to bull his way out, he looks to reverse the hold into an Irish whip but instead finds himself on the receiving end of one. As he rebounds off the ropes though he steps up and delivers a vicious knee to the skull of Terry Marvin, knocking him down to the canvas and giving Dionysus the first opportunity at a fall for the evening.

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KICKOUT as Marvin rolls his shoulders off the canvas.

Harvey: Great reversal there by Dionysus to take the momentum back in the match.

Chase: He’s got to seize it though. The longer this match goes the more you have to favor the Overdrive Champion.

Dionysus pulls Marvin to his feet and hits him with a head butt that staggers both men for a moment before he looks to knock Marvin’s head off his neck with a roundhouse but Terry catches it, before taking Dionysus down with a dragon screw and going right back into the side headlock that he had earlier. Dionysus takes a few moments to fight to his feet and this time looks to backdrop Terry Marvin, who floats over the top and ends up with Marvin in a front facelock. Immediately he begins to look to get Dionysus into a double arm to connect with the whiplash, but he ends up on the receiving end of a hip toss. As he gets to his feet Dionysus hits the ropes and rebounding looks to connect with a stiff lariat but Marvin ducks it and on the second rebound connects with a vicious side effect and hooks both legs.

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Harvey: Little bit of back and forth wrestling there that appears to have put Terry Marvin in control.

Marvin lifts Dionysus up to his feet only to send him back to the canvas with a snapmere and then delivering a drop kick to the back that rocks Dionysus. Quickly springing back into action, Marvin grabs the arm of Dionysus before floating over the top and hooking him in with a La-Magistral cradle as the referee counts the pin.

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Harvey: Terry Marvin almost had the win there. You had to think he had that game-planned knowing the flaws in John Dionysus’ mat based game.

Chase: A brilliant move from “The Real Show” and a clever escape there from John Dionysus.

Both men roll to their feet and lock up near Terry Marvin’s corner. Marvin gains the advantage and looks to slam Dionysus’ face into the turnbuckle but he’s blocked and eats a reverse elbow for his trouble before getting flung across the ring into Dionysus’ corner. Dionysus follows him in and looks to connect with a running knee but at the last second Marvin ducks away, leaving Dionysus perched on the ropes in a precarious position as his face immediately shows agony.

Harvey: That’s got to hurt.

Chase: And Terry Marvin’s going to take advantage.

Marvin ducks out of the ring and goes towards the top rope and looks to pull Dionysus up as well, putting him completely out of his element. The two battle on the top with Dionysus fighting for his life, and eventually managing to knock Marvin away with a vicious head butt that allows him to retreat down to the safety of the canvas as Marvin looks to gather himself on the top rope, only to be hit with a number of vicious body blows from the Massachusetts native, doubling the Overdrive champion over and allowing Dionysus to grab him in a front face lock and unleash a few clubbing blows back to the torso, before connecting with an elevated reverse swinging neckbreaker. Marvin plummets to the canvas and Dionysus springs into action, quickly hooking the leg for the fall.

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Harvey: Both men look like they’re about ready to be finished.

Chase: And John Dionysus has managed to snag the momentum at this pivotal juncture.

Dionysus gets to his feet and looks to pull Marvin up as well. He almost succeeds but Marvin rakes the eyes in desperation as immediately Dionysus clutches them. The referee steps in to admonish Marvin, who merely steps past him and grabs a hold of Dionysus and hits him with a big forearm, knocking him back into the ropes. Pulling him off, he attempts to whip him across the ring but Dionysus swings his hips, reversing Marvin back into the short side of the ring and as he comes off, catches him and looks to plant him with a devastating Event Horizon, but Marvin counters, ending up sliding right into position to send Dionysus thundering down to the canvas with a Whiplash!

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Harvey: This has got to be it!

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WINNER: “The Real Show” Terry Marvin!!!

Terry’s music begins to play and the ref raises his arm in victory.

Harvey: The Overdrive Champ picks up a victory over the Xtreme Champ

Chase: Great win for Terry Marvin.

Terry celebrates his victory and leaves the ring. John slowly gets up and out of no where, Michael Harris jumps the ring barries and sneaks into the ring and crouches in the corner. John gets to his feet and Michael runs at him and GORES him! The crowd boo’s as Michael jumps to his feet and exit’s the ring.

Harvey: What was all that about?

Chase: I have no idea.

The ref checks on John as we go to a commercial.

[President Jeff]

The scene opens up backstage with Michael Harris walking backstage after his match. APW Interviewer is running trying to catch up to him.

Shane: Michael, can I have a quick word with you?

Michael stops and Shane catches up with him.

Shane: Can you explain your actions towards John Dionysus moments ago.

Michael: Its simple. I wanted competition so I went and found competition. Plus….That Xtreme Title will look good around my waist.

Michael smirks as he continues to walk away

The scene opens up inside President Jeff’s office. Jeff is seen talking on his phone.

Jeff: Everything is all set up. Rasslemania VIII is gonna be a night to remember.

Knock Knock Knock

Jeff: Hey, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.

Jeff hangs up his phone.

Jeff: Come on in!

The door opens and in walks Chris Hart. Jeff shakes his hand.

Jeff: Chris, great to see you.

Chris: I got word that you wanted to see me?

Jeff: Indeed Chris. But theres a couple more guys I want to speak to as well, they should be here any second.

Knock Knock Knock

Jeff: Pretty good timing huh? Come on in!

The door opens and in comes Donovan Caine and Warren Peace.

Jeff: Welcome Gentlemen.

Warren: What is he doing here.

Donovan: What are YOU doing here.

Chris: What’s going on here Jeff, this seems a little sketchy to me.

Jeff: Boys, I invited the three of you in here because as everyone knows. I am a man of opportunity. And I want to give you guys an opportunity to wrestle at the biggest wrestling event in the world this year, and that’s Rasslemania VIII.

Warren: I’m cool with fighting these two hobo’s at Rasslemania. Where do I sign.

Jeff: Hold on a second, its not like that. You guys won’t be fighting each other.

Donovan: Then who am I fighting?

Jeff: Well, Its more like, Teaming up.

Chris: What?

Donovan: No Way.

Warren: I’m not teaming up with those two.

Jeff. Hold on now guy. Let me finish. Last year at Rasslemania, there was a 4 on 4, Overdrive Verses Asylum War Games match. And team Overdrive lost and I feel like I’m the one to blame for that. Considering I was the one who ended up getting pinned. But that’s besides the point. This year, I want revenge on Asylum. At Rasslemania, it will be a 4 on 4 Elimination match between 4 guys from Overdrive and 4 guys from Asylum. And I single handedly picked you three to be part of team APW.

Donovan: I’m not interested.

Warren: Me neither.

Chris: You know what, I’m game, you can count on me Jeff.

Jeff: Warren, Donovan, let me explain something. You beat Asylum at Rasslemania, then suddenly, your stock in APW goes up. Which means, bigger matches, bigger pay checks, and championship belts. I can make all that happen for each and every one of you. Does that change your guys mind?

Warren: Since you put it that way, it doesn’t sound so bad.

Donovan: I guess I’ll take part.

Jeff: Great. Don’t let me down guys.

Chris: One question Jeff. You said it was a 4 on 4 match, there’s only 3 of us here, who’s the 4th guy.

Jeff: I’m still scoping out the talent. You’ll know when I fight the right person. Until then, you got 1 month to get ready.

With that, Chris, Donovan and Warren exit Jeff’s office as we go back to ringside.


Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The melody of "Cold War" by Janelle Monae signals the arrival of Keaton Saint, who makes his presence known as the song begins to pick up tempo.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, from London, England, weighing in at 248 pounds, “The Patron Saint of Professional Wrestling” Keaton Saint!

Harvey: Just listen to the reaction Keaton Saint is getting here tonight! This match up will be between two fan favorites, but even still, there's no love loss between Keaton Saint and his opponent tonight, Level-One!

Chase: That's right, Harvey! These two have a rivalry that dates all the way back to the 2008 Extreme Tournament!

Saint makes his way to the ring high-fiving some of the fans in the attendance before entering the ring and preparing himself for the match ahead.

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

Paige: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 273 pounds, Level-One!

Harvey: You want to talk about big names in APW, they don't get much bigger than Level-One! A four time APW Undisputed Champion, former holder of the True Experts Championship, this man has done it all in this business!

Chase: Saint has been riding the fact that he's beaten Level-One before, and he hopes to make it a second time here tonight!

Level-One slowly begins to walk down the ramp, being cheered loudly by the crowd. Once he reaches the ring, Level-One climbs up onto the apron. He climbs up turn-buckle, holding his arms high in the air again. Level-One hops down, and awaits for the fight in-front of him. With both men in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Level-One vs. Keaton Saint

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The two men go at it immediately, trading blows fast and furiously in the middle of the ring before Level-One gets the advantage and whips Saint into the ropes, catching him on the rebound for a ring shaking Spinebuster! He goes for a quick cover, but doesn't even get a one count! He tries to mount Saint, but he wriggles out and rolls back. As both men get back to the their feet, Level-One rushes in and nails Saint with a Clothesline that sends him down the mat! Lester gives him a few hard stomps to the sternum, before hoisting him back up to his feet. On the way up, Saint reaches up and drops down with a Chinbuster! Level-One falls backwards to a seated position, jarred from the impact of the move, which allows Saint the time to get to his feet and nail him with a Short Dropkick to the face that sends Level-One completely down to the mat! Saint is quick to goes for an Elbow Drop, but Level-One rolls out of the way! Both men are quick to their feet, and they tie up again! This time, Saint gets the advantage, pulling Lester over for a Hip Toss, followed up with another Short Dropkick, this time to the back of the head! As Lester's on the mat, Saint rushes towards the ropes to gain momentum, and nails Lester in the back of the head with a Guillotine Leg Drop! He rolls Lester onto his back and hooks the far leg, 1
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Emphatic kick out from Level-One!

Harvey: Saint had to know he didn't have Lester put away with that one! Still, in this business, you've got to take any chance you can to win!

Chase: That's right, every now and then, you'll get the fluke pinfall!

Saint grabs a hold of Level-One's head, and uses his free arm to deliver a series of Forearm Smashes to the side of Level-One's face, before pulling him back up to a vertical base. Saint goes to whip L1 into the corner, but Lester reverses it and runs in, drilling Saint with a brutal Clothesline, the impact of which sends Saint down into a seated position! From here, L1 proceeds to pummel Saint in the side of the head with closed fists, prompting the ref to intercede with the 5 count! Lester backs up reluctantly on four, but as soon as the ref stops the count, he's right back in to beat on Keaton some more! The ref reaches four again, and this time, Lester grabs a hold of Saint's arm, yanking him up to his feet and out of the corner to pull him in for a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! This is followed up with several stomps to the gut of Saint! After about the sixth stomp, Lester grabs a hold of both legs, turning Saint over into the Boston Crab in the middle of the ring!

Chase: Level-One is trying to work the midsection of Saint, it looks like! If things go the way he wants them to, Saint will have a lot of trouble lifting Lester later in the match, especially considering that Level-One has about thirty pounds on him!

Harvey: There is a weight difference, to be sure, but you won't hear Keaton complain about it one bit!

Keaton is trying to push up, but Lester's size advantage makes it difficult for him to get the leverage he needs. He grits his teeth and tries to crawl to the ropes, but it's slow going. L1 gets impatient, knowing he won't finish the match with a Boston Crab, releases the hold and proceeds to stomp the living daylights out of the small of Keaton's back! The crowd is split between the two about 55-45, with the slight favoritism going Level-One's way. However, the 45 percent are very vocal, giving Level-One heck as he stomps away on their favorite. After about a dozen stomps, L1 reaches down and pulls Saint up from behind, locking his arms around Saint's waist! He goes for a German Suplex, but Saint hooks his foot around Lester's heel, blocking the attempt before fighting back with some hard elbows that force L1 to release his grip, and staggers him. As Lester is staggered, Keaton gives him a couple of European Uppercuts, backing him into the corner! Once there, Keaton begins to unload with a series of Knife Edge Chops, lighting up L1's chest! After the fourth chop, he takes Level-One down with a Snapmare out of the corner, and immediately applies a Reverse Chinlock, placing his knee right between L1's shoulder blades, keeping him grounded!

Harvey: Smart wrestling by Saint here. If he can keep Lester off his feet, and wear him down, he could have a chance at another victory over him!

Chase: It's going to take a whole lot of wearing down for him to put Level-One away, I'll tell you that much!

After a few moments, Saint transitions the hold into a Seated Sleeper! The fans are in an uproar as Lester begins to show signs of fading. The ref checks to make sure that Saint is choking Level-One with the hold, and indeed, it's a cleanly applied hold. Saint works L1 into a laying position while maintaining the Sleeper Hold. Level-One's face is turning a very interesting shade of purple, and his eyes appear to be rolling back in his head!

Harvey: Could we be on the verge of Lester Only passing out!?

Chase: It's never happened to my knowledge! We could be seeing history here!

After another minute, Level-One's arms stop flailing, and he goes completely limp. The ref is right there to check his arm, raising it once, and it falls to the mat.

Harvey: That's one!

The ref pulls Lester's arm up again, and again, it falls lifelessly to the mat.

Chase: Two!

Harvey: This could be the match!

Half the crowd is watching in stunned silence, while the other half is cheering Saint on at the top of their lungs as the ref draws Level-One's arm up one more time and let's it go. Lester's arm falls to the mat, and his elbow hits, but he snaps his arm up lickety split!

Chase: That was as close as it'll ever get!

Level-One begins to get a second wind, and reaches up with both hands, trying to peel Keaton's arms from around his head! Both men fight up to a standing position, and Lester elbows his way out of the hold before shooting Saint towards the ropes! Level-One charges over, hitting Saint with a Clothesline that sends both men falling over the ropes to the arena floor! The ref starts the mandatory 10 count as both men lay on the ringside mats. “1!”

“2!”

“3!”

Level-One begins to stir, while Saint rolls over onto his belly.

“4!”

“5!”

Harvey: They're halfway to a count out!

Chase: But it looks like they're both getting up!

“6!”

At this point, Lester is up to one knee, and Keaton isn't far behind.

“7!”

Lester's up to his feet, and he grabs a hold of Keaton's head, yanking him up and hoisting him onto his shoulders!

Harvey: Don't tell me he's going to do what I think he's going to do!

“8!”

Level-One pushes up on Keaton's legs, and whips him around, driving him into the floor with the Darkness Shine! Keaton is out of it as the fans are going nuts! There's a mixture of cheers and boos as Level-One sits up!

“9!”

Lester quickly pops up and slides back into the ring!

“10!”

DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Level-One[/center]

Paige: Here is your winner, by count out, Level-One!

“Put You On Game” begins to blare as Level-One stands tall in the ring. He glares down at Saint, who's holding his neck in pain.

Harvey: Something tells me the rivalry between these two is far from over! Level-One showed the pure hatred he had for Saint by even attempting the Darkness Shine on the outside of the ring!

Chase: If you ask me, this match should have been called when Level-One's elbow hit the mat for the third time. Sure, he responded right away after that, but it still feels like the ref showed him a bit of favoritism!

At this point in time Level-One begins to stalk Keaton Saint like a hawk would it's pray.

Harvey: This doesn't look good. The history between these two men makes me unnerved!

Chase: Level-One may just take out Keaton Saint once and for all!

Keaton Saint turns around and is frozen by Level-One standing right in his face. The two stare at each-other for several seconds as Keaton Saint offers a hand. The former APW Undisputed champion looks down at the offer with contempt and balls up his fist instead. However, before he can even think to throw a punch he's blind sided by an entire security team tackling him to the wrestling mat!

Chase: What the hell is going on here!?

Level-One is trying to fight the security off but to no avail. They slip him into handcuffs and pull him up to his feet infront of thousands of rabid booing, angry fans. Level-One is cursing under his breath before security shoves a bag over his head and carts him out of the ring, meanwhile Keaton Saint just watches in confusion.

Harvey: You don't think Level-One has anything to do with President Jeff's security breech do you?

Chase: He's an innocent angel, of course not!

A ''FREE LEVEL-ONE'' chant breaks out as he's carried up the ramp and out of the arena as APW overdrive goes to commerical break.

[President Jeff]

Cult of Personality hits on the PA system, and the fans begin to show their hatred towards Nathaniel Havok, as he steps out from behind the curtain.

Chase: And here we go! He’s here! Nathaniel Havok is in the building!

Harvey: Great, what does he have to say this week?

Nathaniel walks down the ramp with a microphone in one hand, and a clipboard in the other. He slides into the ring as his music dies out. The fans continue to boo as loud as they can at Nathaniel, as he tries to calm them down. After a few moments, they finally stop booing in order to let him speak.

Havok: Ladies and gentlemen, I stand here before you today, a changed man. Recent events have led me to believe that the sport of professional wrestling will always be looked at by society as a joke. Men like Hurricane Jeff run the show, and run it the way that THEY want it to be ran. This business used to be about giving the fans what they wanted to see. But with a new generation of promoters, comes a new way of thinking. Promoters and wrestlers alike drain the blood from this business, taking everything they can away from it. Politics lead to favoritism, and favoritism leads to endless episodes of unentertaining television.

Nathaniel begins to pace around the ring.

Havok: What can you do about it!?!? What can be done to save the sport of professional wrestling? Is there anything we can do about it?

Nathaniel looks around the crowd. He then lifts up the clipboard in his hand.

Havok: This… This is one way I can fix it! You see… In my hand is a contract! North Star Championship Wrestling is offering Nathaniel Havok a healthy sum of money, along with a guaranteed World Title shot, to jump ship and become part of their wrestling organization.

Nathaniel flips a few pages on the clipboard, and holds it right back up.

Havok: Sin City Wrestling is offering Nathaniel Havok a healthy sum of money, along with a guaranteed World Title shot, to jump ship and become part of their wrestling organization.

Again, he flips a few pages, and lifts it back up.

Havok: And would you look at that! Phoenix Wrestling is also offering Nathaniel Havok a healthy sum of money, along with a guaranteed World Title shot, to jump ship and become part of their wrestling organization. Are you starting to see the pattern here? Nathaniel Havok is a hot commodity in this business, a Nielsen’s Ratings game changer if there ever was one! I’m valuable to any company I’m with, believe it or not. Action Packed Wrestling has made more money off of Nathaniel Havok than any other face in the company, for over a year and a half now.

As Nathaniel chuckles to himself, he lowers the clipboard.

Havok: Every company wants me, because every promoter knows this to be true. Every single promoter, except for President Jeff. While he knows what I’m capable of doing for a wrestling organization, he refuses to act upon it because of backstage politics.

The fans begin to boo.

Havok: Furthermore, he interfered in my return match for the World Heavyweight Championship, costing me the match in the process. Is this how you treat your top talent? Is this how you accommodate the biggest draw that this business has ever seen? No, it’s not! And I plan on doing something about it!

“Raining Blood” hits on the PA system, and the fans jump to their feet as President Jeff makes his way out from behind the curtain. With a microphone already in his hand he marches straight down to the ring. After climbing up the stairs and through the ropes, Jeff gets right into the face of Nathaniel Havok.

Harvey: Wait, what’s going on? Are these two going to go at it?

Chase: Hit him! Hit him, Nathaniel!

Nathaniel responds by getting nose to nose with the APW President, before smirking and walking back into the corner. The fans boo as Nathaniel has just shown his true colors, backing down from Hurricane Jeff.

President Jeff: You’re joking with me, right? You’ve got to be kidding! Every Thursday night, I get 2 hours of television time to showcase some of the best professional wrestling on the planet! But somehow every week, you end up making this show all about you! Well, I’m done with it! This isn’t Thursday Night Nathaniel Havok, this is Thursday Night Overdrive! I’m sick of you parading around APW, thinking that you’re some far-superior wrestler! But more than that, I’m sick of you running around here, thinking that you’re actually entertaining! You’re not a ratings spike! You’re a ratings killer, Nathaniel!

The fans continue to cheer, even louder than before.

President Jeff: You want to come out on live television and tell these fans about some lucrative offers that you’ve been given? Well, I’ve got a lucrative offer for you, Nathaniel! You see, the last time we met, you had a plan. You and Dillinger, along with Johnny Brown… You really pulled one over on me.

Havok: Oh! You mean when I was falsely accused to attacking you from behind in your office? That whole set up? Yeah, I remember that. Actually, it was a whole lot of fun!

President Jeff: Shut your damn mouth! Interrupt me one more time, and I promise that you’ll never be able to talk again!

The fans once again erupt in roars of cheers.

President Jeff: Since you’re so eager to voice your thoughts and opinions, think about this. I’m done with it, it’s either you or me. For the past year, you’ve made my life a living hell. So think about this… At RassleMania… You and me, one on one, one last time!

The fans pop once again.

President Jeff: It get’s better, because I’m the one with the plan this time! So here’s the deal… You win, You become the #1 Contender for the Undisputed Title. You get an Undisputed Title shot at the Mayhem Pay Per View!

Nathaniel seems excited at this news.

President Jeff: BUT… If I win, your professional wrestling days are OVER! No more companies, no more jumping ship, NOTHING. Nathaniel Havok is done, and will never be seen in a professional wrestling ring again!

Nathaniel takes a step back, shocked at the deal that has been laid out for him.

President Jeff: So, do we have a deal?

Jeff extends his hand for a handshake, and Nathaniel almost makes the deal. He extends his hand as well, but slowly takes it back. As the fans boo, Nathaniel shakes his head in disagreement with the APW President. He then backs away from Jeff and exit’s the ring, leaving Jeff in the ring by himself. Overdrive heads to commercial.

[President Jeff]

The scene cuts backstage where Shane West catches up with Nathaniel Havok who is about to go into his locker room. Nathaniel rolls his eyes as he scoff to himself, thinking Shane West is nothing but an annoyance.

West: Nathaniel… You left President Jeff out there hanging, without saying a single word. Are you rejecting his challenge for RassleMania?

Havok: You know, I missed last years RassleMania by just a week or two. I made my comeback to APW right after the event took place. Now Jeff wants me to put my career on the line, in my very first appearance at the pay per view?

West: So you’re worried that things might not go your way?

Havok: I never said that, I never said anything close to that! But the guy did say that he was the one with the plan, this time around. Does he think I’m stupid? I’m going to need more than just a few minutes to think about something like this. Jeff will get his answer eventually, but it’s going to be on MY TIME! I’m not saying no, not even in the slightest. But for right now, I’m not saying yes either. Now, if you’ll excuse me…

Nathaniel pushes Shane out of the way and starts walking away from the locker-room. Before the door to the locker-room closes, DeSean opens it up and looks at Shane West. He then looks up and down the hallway before getting in a little closer to Shane…

DeSean: Yo my nigga, you wanna buy some weed?

Shane looks applaud at DeSean, shaking his head no.

DeSean: Aight, aight… Wanna buy some of Helena’s panties?

Shane looks even more applaud as he immediately turns around and walks away and we go back to the ring

Harvey: Welcome back to Overdrive. Now every year at this time, we recognize past APW Megastars and what they've done.

Chase: Thats right Darren, and this year is no different. So lets take a look, at the first Inductee into the APW Hall of Fame, Class of 2012

Paige: This match is scheduled for one fall and is the main event of the evening!

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

Paige: Making his way to the ring, hailing from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, and weighing in at 235 pounds… “The Noble One” Kurt Noble!

#SIMPLY F'N PUT!

The familiar phrase of “Simply Put” Johnny Rebel comes shouting from the loudspeakers as “Smoke on the Water” by Deep Purple plays in the background. The crowd immediately erupts in their hatred for Rebel as they wait for him to come through the curtains. However, the buzz dies down after a few seconds when Rebel doesn’t make his appearance. His music stops and restarts as Kurt stands in the ring looking confused.

Harvey: Rebel must be having cold feet about facing Kurt Noble again!

Chase: Don’t be ridiculous, Darren. Rebel isn’t afraid of Kurt! He’s probably shining up his boots before stepping through the curtain.

#SIMPLY F’N PUT!

The music of Johnny Rebel starts again as he finally steps out on the stage with Blade behind him and a microphone in hand.

Rebel: I’ve been thinking a lot about our matchup tonight, Kurt. After wrestling with the idea of stepping in that ring this evening, honestly, I’m just not that interested.

The fans show their disapproval at Rebel’s obvious cowardice.

Rebel: The only reason that match was even booked was because Blade spoke out of turn last week at the beginning of Overdrive. Have I not proven to the rest of the world that I’m above the competition that APW has thrown at me over the past few weeks? I was screwed out of the Overdrive championship by C.J. Gates and that was obvious last week when I disposed of Terry Marvin without breaking a sweat! The reality is that I have absolutely nothing to gain by wrestling you yet again after I’ve already wiped the mat with you enough and I’m pretty sure there is a law about beating a cripple repeatedly.

The camera pans to Noble laughing and shaking his head in the ring.

Rebel: But we can’t leave these fans hanging, can we? We promised them a hard-hitting main event and that’s exactly what we’re going to give them! I’ve decided that since Blade is in the business of making unwarranted challenges that he’s the one who will take my place tonight. We know that he can run his mouth but can he back it up?

Rebel’s announcement causes Blade to become enraged as Rebel shoves him down the ramp. Kurt nods his head in agreement with the decision, happy to get his hands on either one of the two men who have been tormenting him over the past few weeks. Blade points at Rebel and yells something that the camera doesn’t pick up before setting his sights on Noble in the ring.

Harvey: Unbelievable! Rebel has found a way to weasel his way out of yet another match here in APW! When is Jeff going to put an end to this madness?

Chase: He’s right! He gains nothing by smashing in Kurt’s face again. This is a great move by the future Undisputed champion!

Kurt Noble vs. Blade

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The two men meet in the middle of the ring and begin exchanging words. Despite Blade’s surprise entrance in to the match, he isn’t going to let Noble intimidate him. While the two men jaw back and forth inches from one another’s face, Rebel slips down the entrance ramp and joins the announce team at their table. Blade has enough and shoves Noble backwards causing Kurt to stumble. Noble gets both feet underneath him and looks up fast enough to see Blade charging his way with a big punch but Noble ducks and comes back with several punches of his own. The fans cheer for Noble as he gets Blade in the corner and pummels him with punches. Kurt doesn’t stop until Blade is on the mat and Noble continues his assault by stomping him and Blade manages to roll out of the ring.

Harvey: It looks like it doesn’t matter who is in the ring with Kurt Noble this week! He means business, folks!

Rebel: Give it some time, Darren. It’s only a matter of time before Kurt runs out of steam and Blade’s ready to take his head off his shoulders.

Chase: Yeah!

Blade tries to regroup outside of the ring, but Noble slides through the middle ropes and goes right after Blade. Taking advantage of the hobbling Noble, Blade runs around the ring causing Noble to chase him. The former tag-champion gains the advantage and eventually slides back inside the ring. Noble rolls in following him, but Blade cuts him off by diving to the may with an elbow to the back of Noble’s head. Blade begins stomping on the head of Noble before lifting him up and pushing him towards the corner. Blade grabs each side of the ring ropes and while facing outwards drives his rear-end in to the midsection of Kurt, which takes the air out of the former Overdrive champion. He repeats this process a few times before letting go of the ropes and driving his upper forearm underneath the chin of “The Noble One” with a flurry of European uppercuts. Blade pulls Noble out of the corner and sends him overhead with a quick snap suplex in the middle of the ring. Blade covers…

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Rebel: See, I told you! Noble is a chump and Blade is going to expose him for the fraud that he really is. He’s lucky that I decided to tag over to Blade or this match would have been over minutes ago!

Harvey: Oh brother.

Blade picks up Noble and punches him towards the ropes and then chops him squarely across the chest leaving an imprint of the back of his hand. Blade then throws Noble in to the ropes and as Kurt comes running back, he ducks underneath a clothesline attempt from Blade and hitting the ropes a second time causes him to leap backwards with a back elbow. He strikes Blade with a few more elbows before whipping him in to the ropes and as Blade comes back, Noble grabs the top-rope and pulls it towards the ground causing Blade to topple over and land hard on to the outside. Noble hops on the apron outside of the ropes and waits for Blade to get back up. Noble leaps off the apron with a diving clothesline that takes Blade back down. Noble gets back up to the roar of the crowd and helps Blade back to his feet. He grabs Blade by the back of the neck and slams him face first in to the apron. He grabs him by the wrist and sends him flying in to the steal steps as Blade flips over them. The ref has reached a 4-count, but Noble runs in to the ring and back out while breaking the count.

Rebel: This is asinine! This is the kind of double standard that I’ve been talking about over the last several weeks. If I were to do something like that the referee would have called for the disqualification immediately! Meanwhile, chumps like Noble and C.J. Gates can do whatever they want without repercussions!

Chase: That’s right! Ring the bell, ref!

Harvey: You two are hopeless. This is precisely the type of thing that you do on a weekly basis and the referee is constantly turning a blind eye!

Noble walks towards Blade who then throws a kick unto the gut of Noble before grabbing him and dropping his ribs first on top of the ring barrier. Noble grabs his midsection but Blade isn’t waiting around for Kurt to get his wind back and suplexes him on the protective mat. Blade gets back in the ring as the ref is almost to a 5-count as Noble is slow to get back to his feet. Noble rolls back underneath the bottom rope as Blade is waiting for him and drops an elbow on the back of Kurt’s head but Noble senses this is coming and slides back out of the ring causing Blade to crash in the mat. Noble jumps up on the apron drives his shoulder in to the midsection of Blade causing him to double over and Noble uses the top rope to slingshot himself over for a sunset flip:

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Harvey: Noble is outsmarting Blade here!

Rebel: That doesn’t take a whole lot, Darren; Blade is a few fries short of a Happy Meal!

Both guys get to their feet and Noble blocks a punch from Blade, and comes back with a few punches of his own. He kicks Blade in the gut, bounces off the ropes and gives him a swinging neck breaker. Blade gets up and stumbles to the corner as Noble limps towards him with a jumping forearm shot to the face and connects. Blade slowly prances out of the corner, as Noble kicks him, hooks him up for a suplex and drops him with a brainbuster. He covers:

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Shoulder up!

Noble mounts Blade and begins punching him in the face a few times before pulling Blade to his feet. He Irish-whips Blade in the corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle raining blows down over his opponent. The crowd counts along with every punch: “1, 2, 3, 4, 5!” Noble pauses just long enough for Blade to grab him underneath his hips and comes flying out of the corner with a running powerbomb in the middle of the ring. Blade falls on top of him for a cover:

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KICKOUT!

Rebel: You see that Harvey? Every time that you think Blade is in trouble, he fools everyone!

Blade lifts Noble back up and brings him in the corner and starts spearing him in the corner. Blade whips him in the opposite corner as Noble hits hard and comes bouncing out with his forearm draped over his back. Blade bounces hard against the ropes and comes running at Noble with a brogue kick that nearly takes Kurt’s head off. Blade coils in the corner and waits for Noble to get up and as soon as he rolls over to get on all-fours, Blade comes running with a soccer kick in the gut of Noble that causes him to roll over in pain. Blade shoves Noble’s shoulders down to the mat and wraps his hands around Kurt’s throat and begins choking him. The referee counts to four as Blade releases at four-and-three-quarters. Blade grabs Noble from the mat and drapes him over the second rope. He runs to the other side of the ring and leaps on Kurt’s back causing his throat to be crushed up against the top-rope. He jumps backwards with two hands over his throat as Blade covers without hooking the leg…

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Harvey: What an arrogant pin attempt from Blade! He isn’t going to beat Noble without hooking the leg.

Chase: It was a slow count, Darren!

Blade picks Kurt up from the corner and slices his chest with the back of his hand so hard that Noble’s feet leap off the ground. Blade grabs his opponent in a bear hug and sends him flying overhead with a belly-to-belly suplex that causes Noble to land in the middle of the ring. He rolls Noble over to his stomach and while sitting on his back pulls his arms up over his knees for a cobra clutch. Noble screams in pain as he reaches for the ropes, but Blade wrenches in tightly causing Noble to go limp.

Rebel: Yes! It’s over now! Ring the bell, referee! I can hear Noble screaming for his life from over here!

The ref is right on top of Noble’s face waiting for a tap or acknowledgment that he can no longer continue but there’s none. The fans begin rallying behind Noble and he is somehow finding the strength to inch towards the ropes. Kurt is inches from grabbing the ropes and causing Blade to break the hold but Blade jumps up and comes crashing down with his butt that adds more pressure to Kurt’s back. He drags Kurt back to the center of the ring and locks the hold back in.

Chase: Blade is a little smarter than you thought, Rebel. He not only broke the hold before the referee disqualified him but he managed to do some damage in the process.

Rebel: That was impressive, I’ll admit.

Blade finally breaks the hold before picking up Noble and body slams him down again. Blade climbs through the middle rope and on to the outside apron before shooting to the top turnbuckle. He leaps off hoping to hit Noble with a diving legdrop but Noble rolls out of the way and Blade lands hard on his rear end. Blade reaches underneath him and winces in pain. Noble gets up and kicks Blade in the chest. He picks Blade up and throws him in to the ropes, but Blade reverses it and lowers his head. Noble stops immediately before the ducked Blade and prepares to kick him in the face. Blade sees this and moves out of the way as the two run at each other with a double running clothesline and both men are out on the mat.

Harvey: It’s a brand new ball game now! Either one of these men could win this match!

Rebel: We’ll see about that!

Rebel drops his headset and folds up the chair underneath him running towards the ring. The referee jumps in before Rebel can do any damage and drops the chair in the ring. Rebel has the referee occupied as Blade spots the weapon and grabs it. Noble stumbles back up to his feet and as Blade nearly folds the already folded chair in half again with a shot to Kurt’s head. Noble is completely out as Blade falls over on top of his opponent. Rebel backs away from the referee and slides out of the ring so the referee can make the count…

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Rebel pulls the referee out of the ring by the leg before making the final three count.

Harvey: What is Rebel doing?

Chase: I don’t know who is working with who anymore! It’s bedlam!

Rebel gets back in the ring as Blade goes nose to nose with him, furious that Rebel caused him from winning the match. The camera is close enough to catch Rebel telling Blade, “It’s nothing personal…” which doesn’t satisfy Blade. He shoves Rebel down to the mat and walks over to the same chair that he used on Noble just a few seconds ago. “Simply Put” is up on his knees and begging Blade to put the chair down.

Harvey: It looks like Blade has had enough of Rebel’s nonsense and I don’t blame him! Let him have it, Blade!

Before Blade can take Rebel out with a chair, the fans erupt as President Jeff comes out with C.J. Gates by his side to the entrance ramp with a microphone in hand.

Jeff: Just wait one second, Blade!

Blade reluctantly puts the chair down to his side, unwilling to completely discard the weapon. The two turn towards Jeff on the ramp as Noble is slowly made his way to consciousness and is on the outside of the ring recovering with the stolen Undisputed championship in his possession.

Jeff: The biggest event of the year is coning up and I’ve seen enough to warrant my involvement here between the four of you. Between Kurt stealing championships, Gates trying to defend himself from various sneak attacks against the two of you and now Rebel wants to play booker and interfere in whatever matches he sees fit. Enough! We’re going to settle this once and for all… at Rasslemania, it will be the Undisputed Champion C.J. Gates defending his belt against Kurt Noble!

The fans erupt as the mention of his name causes Kurt to perk up a little and clinch the belt across his chest.

Jeff: And Johnny Rebel!

The fans favor turns sour as Rebel’s name is announced. “Simply Put” leaps in the air and playfully pushes Blade, who’s not quite comfortable with being buddy-buddy again with the man who just caused him a victory over Kurt Noble. However, Rebel’s celebration is short lived as Jeff continues.

Jeff: And you know, Rebel, since you did such a good job at playing matchmaker this evening by putting Blade in your place in the main event, I’m going to steal a page from your book: joining the three of you in a Fatal Four Way match for the Undisputed Championship at RassleMania will be… BLADE!

Rebel begins throwing a temper-tantrum in the ring at Jeff’s announcement and kicks the bottom rope. Blade has an eerie smile on his face as Rebel rips the chair out of his hands while Blade is celebrating and slides out of the ring. Noble is halfway up the ramp as Blade points towards the Undisputed Championship and motions across his belt like he’s putting the belt on. All four competitors and President Jeff are involved in a stare down.

Harvey: Wow! What an announcement from President Jeff! The biggest match of the year on the biggest stage of the year! Rebel vs. Gates vs. Noble vs. Blade for the Undisputed championship! I can’t wait!

The stare down is short lived as Rebel has slowly crept up on Noble and as the fans do everything they can to try and warn him, Johnny drops him with the chair and picks up the championship belt. He drapes it over his should and slides over the barricade through the fans as Gates runs after him. The credits begin to roll as Blade stands in the ring looking up at the big screen, which has the Rasslemania logo displayed.

Harvey: That’s it for Overdrive! Make sure you join us next week as we continue the countdown to Rasslemania!


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