Overdrive - Nashville Tennessee (03/01/12)

[President Jeff]

Dark Match

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Dreggs vs. Mr. Dangerous

Dreggs is looking to start the match on a rough note as he refuses to put down his shovel. Mr. dangerous points across the ring and laughs at him which only infuriates Dreggs who charges at Dangerous with the shovel still in hand. Dangerous moves out of the way leaving his foot aside which trips Dreggs sending him into the turnbuckles. Mr. Dangerous starts to unload with a series of right and left jabs into the lower back of Dreggs leaving him motionless in the corner. Mr. Dangerous reaches around and removes the shovel from Dreggs clutch and holds it above his head before tossing it to the side.

Mr. Dangerous looks to take advantage now he has it and pulls Dreggs out of the corner using his hair. He holds his head tightly in a headlock and raises one arm in the air. Running to the other corner he leaps and plants him with a running bulldog. Dangerous goes to cover, but mocks Dreggs by quickly pulling his shoulder up before the referee can get into position. Dreggs is back to his feet charging at Dangerous hitting him hard with a spear knocking the wind out of him. Dreggs begins to kick dangerous who is on the canvas clutching his mid section. Dreggs launches himself into the ropes and comes back with a moonsault off the middle rope landing his legs hard across Dangerous’ body.

Mr. Dangerous is hardly moving as Dreggs makes his way to the top ropes signaling for the end. Just as he is about leap into the air, Mr. Dangerous manages to kick the ropes knocking Dreggs off balance sending him hard into the canvas where he lands on the shovel that Mr. Dangerous had tosses aside earlier. Mr. Dangerous is rolling around in agony as he tries to get to his feet and somehow manages to get an arm over to cover Dreggs as the referee gets down to count…

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Winner Mr. Dangerous[/center]

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: 24 days. That’s how many days are left till Rasslemania and man, what a show its shaping up to be and I expect it to continue tonight

Harvey: We have some big matches scheduled for tonight, including Johnny Rebel taking on Chris Hart

Chase: Also CJ Gates takes on Nathaniel Havok in what should be a great match up.

Harvey: And our main event, A rematch from last week, Kurt Noble takes on Blade

Chase: Also we find out the next person Inducted into the Hall of Fame

Harvey: This is a full night, to lets go to the ring and get this show on the road.

#SIMPLY
#F’N
#PUT

"Smoke on the Water” by Deep Purple begins to play as "Simply Put" Johnny Rebel walks out from the back to a loud chorus of boos. He has his arms held out at his sides and the APW Undisputed title strapped around his waist. He's looking up toward the rafters and stops at the top of the ramp as pyros shoot out from the stage. He lowers his arms and begins strutting down the ramp, mouthing off to some of the fans along the ramp. Rebel enters the ring and climbs up one of the turnbuckles, raising his arms into the air and pointing at the APW Undisputed title around his waist. He climbs down and unhooks it, raising it into the air to even more boos from the crowd.

Rebel: Please keep booing all you want to! You think that I give a rip about what you people think about me? The difference between every last one of you and me is that in a few weeks I’m going to be the APW Undisputed Champion while the rest of you go back to sitting in your dead-end jobs, squatting in your cubicle and not making enough money to pay the bills! Either way, after RassleMania, you will all see things differently. You’ll have to because what you just saw tonight is going to be happening each and every week that I come out here and grace you with my presence. You will have no choice but to bow down to me each time I come out here to brag about how I destroyed Kurt Noble, C.J. Gates and Blade on my way to the APW record books.

The fans continue to boo but Rebel simply soaks it all up and continues.

Rebel: Simply put, there isn’t a doubt in my mind that I won’t walk away champion! I’m smarter than all three of them and you saw it last week. I weakened my opponents by forcing them to wrestle while I got to sit back on commentary and save up my energy! That’s why I’m going to walk out the winner… I have something that the rest of those dolts, don’t! I’m a thinker and because I wiggled out of my out of that match with Noble and saw the perfect opportunity to take the title that should really have been mine all along. Gates doesn’t deserve to be the champion and Kurt Noble hasn’t earned his stripes. And Blade?

Rebel smirks as he paces the ring a bit.

Rebel: While he has been a good friend in helping me take down my enemies, he's not Undisputed title material. He doesn't have what it takes to get to the top of the mountain. Not like me. None of them can compare to Johnny Rebel. I am the present of APW and the future of this federation. I--

Rebel is cut off as "Bulls on Parade" by Rage Against the Machine begins to play throughout the arena. The fans boo as Blade makes his way out from the back, wastes no time, and makes his way down the ramp and climbs into the ring. Instead of getting a new microphone, Blade simply snatches Rebel's from his hand.

Blade: You think I don't have what it takes to win the title?

Rebel shakes his head.

Blade: Maybe you haven’t been paying attention but while you have been hiding from your own shadow, I’ve pinned the CWC World Heavyweight Champion inside this very ring prior to Survive and Conquer. I’m the man who has taken both Gates and Noble to their limits the past few weeks! I don’t have what it takes to win the title?

Again Rebel shakes his head and says: "You haven't beaten them."

Blade: Guess what? Neither have you! If I remember right, you have a hard time beating Gates let alone fending off both of them at the same time. As far as I’m concerned, the two of us are sitting with the same chances to win that title at RassleMania.

Rebel shakes his head as he walks to the side of the ring and grabs another microphone.

Rebel: Let’s be honest here: You didn’t even earn the right to be in this match! The only reason why you are even involved is because President Jeff is trying to punish me. He is trying to hold me down from winning the belt and I’m willing to bet that he figures that someone like you will be what does it. Newsflash! He’s wrong! You don’t have what it takes to hold me down, Blade.

Blade: I guess we'll just have to see about that, Johnny. I know what I'm capable of and if you, and everyone else keeps overlooking me, I will end up walking out with that title at Rasslemania.

Rebel shakes his head as Blade raises his arms into the air.

Rebel: Don't lie to yourself, Blade. You will never hold this title, and that is Simply F'n Put!

The two men stand nose to nose, glaring at one another. Blade breaks the stare, glancing down at the title on Rebel's shoulder before smiling and saying "We'll see about that." The two break apart as the crowd erupts at the sight of C.J. Gates running through the crowd and chasing after Rebel and his Undisputed championship. Rebel doesn’t stick around to face Gates and shoves Blade in between the two and sprints out of the ring. Rebel stands at the top of the ramp looking at his two opponents in the ring, realizing that he’s dropped the Undisputed title along the way. Gates leans over the top rope, while turning his back on Blade, before Blade slips behind him and picks up the belt. Rebel disappears through the curtains as Gates turns around to a waiting Blade who pelts him across the face with the championship and dumping him outside. Blade drapes the belt over his shoulder and leaves the ring area, only stopping to pose with the belt above his head at the top of the ramp.

Harvey: First Noble, then Rebel and now, Blade? Who’s the real champion, Darren?

Chase: You’re looking at him! Blade has every chance to walk out of RassleMania with the belt in tow and I think he’s going to do just enough to be the true champion!

Harvey: We’ll see! Stay tuned… we’ll be right back!

Overdrive goes to its first commercial

[President Jeff]

The camera is backstage. Inside a locker room. The prettiest locker room there is too! Only the best for ... ugh, it's Level-One. Never mind. He's pacing the room, looking a touch more nervous than he usually is. Considering he's never never nervous (except around goats...) it's strange to see. Suddenly ... BAM! The door flies open and in races an out-of-breath and a all-a-fluster Sally Talfourd. Level-One has to take a second to register what's happening. Then, he dives into action. He grabs her by the shoulders...

Sally: I got...

Level-One: Shut up!

... and he launches her into the wardrobe that's open and bursting to the seams with wrestling gear. Once Sally's far enough in, he slams the doors shut and sits on a nice and comfy chair right beside it. It's not long before a pair of thudding feet can be heard. Closer. Closer. Getting closer to the locker room from down the hall. Soon, there's a suited man, sunglasses on and an earpiece in backed by a team of minions. They look like security - but a higher class of security. That's because they're not just any security. These are ... DeLoren security.

Security Guard: Excuse me sir, have you seen a woman?

Level-One: I did. Last night. She was on all fours and ... well, you get the picture.

Security Guard: Sally Talfourd. Have you seen her?

Level-One: No, not last night's name was Steph. Or Carla. Actually, I have no clue.

Security Guard: I have reason to believe she's nearby.

Level-One: Well call the police! Sally Talfourd is at an APW show.

Security Guard: She has stolen property of Mr. DeLoren and we need to get it back from her.

Level-One: Well, if I see her, I'll be sure to call her a naughty girl and send her to you two.

The security guards edge further into the room. They start to look around. The lead security Guard nudges one of his fellow minions and gestures to the wardrobe but Level-One postures up backing them away.

Level-One: Fun and games are over, asshats. Get out or I'll take you out!

The security guards look at each other then slowly walk out. Level-One follows them up and slams the door on them. Then turns around to the wardrobe.

Level-One: They're gone.

Sally bursts out of the wardrobe, still out of breath and looking all exhausted. She doubles over, then collapses into Level-One's chair.

Level-One: I take it you were successful?

Sally, in between breaths, looks up at Level-One. Then a smile creeps across her face. She reaches down her top, reaching around for something.

Level-One: Please stop that. You're making me sick.

Sally: Hey! You've dreamed about this.

Sally slowly pulls out from her top ... a pair of security video tapes. She waves them at Level-One with a smile, then flings one over to him.

Level-One: This is both of them?

Sally: The original and the bank-up. They were in his trailer. He had them, just like I said. You getting carted off last week gave me enough cover to sneak into the production trailer. Like I said would happen, they didn't have the security tapes from the break in night.

Level-One: And you went to DeLoren's trailer?

Sally: Yep. They were there. Inside his desk. It was locked.

Level-One: How'd you get in if it was locked?

Sally: I picked it ...

Level-One: You picked it?

Sally: Yeah I picked it ... with a hammer. I guess that's what got the attention of the security guys. I jumped through the window as they were coming in and ran my butt here.

Level-One: And here you are.

Sally: And here I am. So ... you want to check these out before we go to the Boss?

Sally wiggles her tape at Level-One, who is looking at his with a nice, little grin as the scene goes to ringside


Paige: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL.

“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: Introducing First, 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. He climbs in the ring and awaits his opponent.

The arena goes pitch dark, except for a few lights on the stage. The titantron begins showing nothing but static and flashes of the color purple, and the color black. After a few seconds, the theme of Bearded Dragon begins playing over the P.A. System.

"My pain filled drama queen...is always screaming at your bed, getting ready to buy you out. 'Cause we all know...what goes around comes around. You should've known what I was all about!"

"Do...not...test me."

"BECAUSE I'M THE...FREAKIN' KING OF THE WORLD"

Paige: And his opponent. From the Pine Barrens of southern New Jersey…weighing in at 198 pounds…. THE BEARDED DRAGON!!!

Bearded Dragon steps out the curtain slowly, barely making any movement outside of walking. Bearded Dragon drops to his knees and stares at the ground below him, after a few seconds of blank staring he lifts his arms up to the sky and points, followed by smoke pyro forming around him. Bearded Dragon stands up and stares around the arena before walking down the ramp, slow and not very exciting. Bearded Dragon then slides into the ring under the bottom turnbuckle and slithers up into a seated position. Bearded Dragon sits there for a good thirty seconds not doing a thing other than looking around before pulling himself up using the top rope. Bearded Dragon walks to the center of the ring and does the cut throat taunt, then turns his attention to his opponent.

Singles Match
Bearded Dragon vs. Warren Peace

Harvey: Well folks, we’re about to see what this newcomer can do against the former Tag Champion Warren Peace.

Chase: I’ve head great things about him Harvey. Let’s hope he lives up to the hype!

Warren and Dragon circle around each other trying to get a feel for what the other one is going to do. Finally they rush at each other for a tie up but Dragon instead rakes the eyes of Warren Peace. As Warren stumbles around, Dragon runs and takes him down with a Shining Ark. He stomps a few times at the head and chest of Warren. He pulls him up before unloading with a few chops to the chest and backing him into the corner. He backs way up and rushes with a head of steam and drills him with a corner clothesline putting Warren in the seated position. Dragon rushes again and rams his knee into the side of Warren’s head. He pulls him out of the corner, kicks him in the gut and takes him out with a Bicycle Kick.

Chase: So far this is just utter domination to the nth Degree!

Harvey: Warren certainly not putting up much of a fight.

Dragon pulls Warren to his feet again, but this time Warren throws a few punches to the face of Dragon. He whips Dragon into the corner, lowers his shoulder and takes him over with a back body drop. He waits till Dragon gets to his knees and takes him down with a Low Dropkick. He then runs over and climbs the top rope, but he takes too much time as Dragon is back up and rushes at the corner taking Warren’s feet out from under him and crotching him on the top turnbuckle. Seeing Warren as vulnerable, Dragon springboards off the idle rope Grabs the head of Warren Peace and drives him into the mat with the Springtime Cutter!
Chase: WOW! What a move there by the Bearded Dragon!

Harvey: But he’s taking too much time playing to the crowd and doesn’t make the immediate cover.

Bearded Dragon looks down at Warren and then makes the throat cut taunt again before heading over to the corner, climbing the turnbuckle, and LEAPING OFF WITH THE FLYING FROG EXTRAVAGANZA. This time, he quickly makes the cover.

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Winner: Bearded Dragon

Chase: What a DOMINATING performance here by Bearded Dragon as he hung Warren Peace out to dry.

Harvey: That’s one hell of a way to make your APW debut. That’s for sure.

Bearded Dragon celebrates his victory in the ring and we go backstage.

The scene opens up backstage, inside of the Studmuffin's locker room. We see Stan Everdeen and Armando Asante sitting together, talking, with the tag team titles nearby. In front of them we see their manager, former APW Undisputed champion Biggs, sitting and watching the television monitor. On it, we see the finishing of Gates and Noble's discussion, to which Biggs flips over a random chair.

Everdeen: What's up?

Biggs: That. The fact that C.J. Gates is walking around as the Undisputed champion right now. It grinds my gears and really ticks me off!

Asante: But didn't he beat you?

Biggs: Beat me? He wouldn't have beaten me if he were an actual fair fighter and not the dirty cheat he pretends not to be. Everyone saw it, he purposely threw me onto the stage and concussed me. He purposely ended my career because he knew it was the only way he'd hold onto the Undisputed title. He's a low down dirty player!

Everdeen goes to open his mouth, but Biggs cuts in.

Biggs: And don't even give me any of that stuff about how he has beaten me twice before that, or how he's been fighting against the cheaters. He's a cheat and he knew that I was about to win that title back at Christmas Chaos. I should be the Undisputed champion right now. Me! Not him! I should be headlining Rasslemania!

There's a knock at the door which causes Biggs to stop and turn toward the partially open door. It is pushed open and in steps former APW Overdrive champion Johnny Rebel, with a smile on his face.

Rebel: I just happened to be in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop in on my old friend.

Biggs: What do you want, Rebel?

Rebel: It looks like you and I still have a common enemy.

Biggs smirks.

Biggs: I'm listening.

Rebel closes the door behind him and takes a seat as the scene fades to black.

[President Jeff]

Backstage, we see Level-One and Sally Talfourd approaching the curtains together. As she takes a step forward he grabs her by the arm.

Level-One: Wait. We're not walking out to your music are we?

Sally Talfourd raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms.

Sally Talfourd: And what if we are?

Level-One: You're entry music is horrible. There is no way I am walking out to that; I do have a career and legacy to live up to you know?

Sally Talfourd: Ugh. *Sally Rolls her eyes and puts her hands on her hips* Fine but we're not walking out to your music either.

Sally Talfourd turns her back on Level-One who merely laughs off the entire encounter. Sally Talfourd bursts through the curtains to a thunderous applause as Level-One is soon to follow with a slow and rather methodical pace. The building at this point is shaking as the two make their way down the ramp, slapping fans hands on the way down.

Harvey: Chase, I never thought I'd see the day these two would be walking down the ramp together...


Chase: Seesh, Harvey! It's not like they're getting married! Yet...

Harvey: Imagine that!

Level-One slips under the bottom rope and is tossed a microphone from ringside to which he easily catches. Sally Talfourd casually walks up the steps and looks to Level-One to hold the ropes for her as a gentlemen but instead is entirely ignored as Level-One tells her to hurry up and get her ass into the ring before taking their cause to the microphone.

Level-One: Last week, you all saw me get brutally kidnapped and held captive by President Jeff's security team for no reason! I spent the next four hours answering questions and having my integrity tested by interrogators who were more focused on harassing me then actually getting answers!

Sally Talfourd retrieves a microphone hidden in her top. This causes a fan reaction and grabs Level-One's attention.

Sally Talfourd: Everyone what Level-One is ''trying'' to say is that President Jeff has turned Thursday Night Overdrive into a tattle tale snitch society and we both have had enough of it! Which is why, I took it upon myself to get to the bottom of it!

Level-One: Yourself? Sally, that was a TWO person effort. In fact, I did more then you did!

Sally Talfourd: Who got the tapes!?

Level-One: Who got you out of trouble!?

The two catch themselves and regain their composure.

Sally Talfourd: The point is we have irrefutable proof of who exactly was responsible for the security breech last week! Roll the footage!

All eyes are the APW-tron. Several seconds past and yet not a single thing is played. This begins to get both Level-One and Sally agitated as they begin to bicker amongst themselves until we see Felipe DeLoren by himself on the APW tron screen with a grin a mile wide. The crowd immediately begins booing the villain.

Felipe DeLoren: Sorry to crash your little party, Level-One and Sally. I'm afraid your questionable evidence will not be played here tonight. The real question is... WHO THE HELL DO YOU TWO THINK YOU ARE DEFYING ME LIKE THIS!?

Felipe DeLoren has lost his cool already. He closes his eyes tightly and does his best to remain in his happy place and surprisingly his therapist sessions have paid off... for now.

Felipe DeLoren: Level-One you are sindicate property whether you like it or not! Have you not forgot that I am the reason you are even wrestling til' this day, boy!?

The camera zooms in on Level-One clinching his teeth.

Felipe DeLoren: And you, Sally... you too are sindicate property! You see while we had nothing to do with the security breech despite your little lies... through a ''third'' party of sorts we do have possession of your contract and our lawyers have found plenty of loopholes we can exploit. And you little lady can either can play nice and remain remotely free... or we can shut you and your little precious re- debut match on Asylum down with a snap of my fingers!

Sally clearly isn't happy about this as she begins to shout at Level-One; asking him if it's even possible for him to do something like that to which Level-One merely shrugs his shoulders.

Felipe DeLoren: So, here's the deal. You two are going to drop this little investigation; report to President Jeff and tell him you're sorry for slandering Sindicate Corporations! Then you two are going to give these fans what they want... LEVEL-ONE VS. SALLY TALFOURD AT RASSLEMANIA VIII WITH SINDICATE RECEIVING 50% OF PPV SHARES!

The crowd boos as Level-One and Sally Talfourd turn to each-other with confusion drawn on their face.

Felipe DeLoren: If my demands are not reached by either you two or President Jeff himself... I will unleash hell on the APW and RUIN RASSLEMANIA VIII MYSELF! IS THIS UNDERSTOOD!?

Felipe DeLoren stands up in a rage as he flips over his desk.

Felipe DeLoren: ... have a goodnight.

The APW tron fades to black as Level-One and Sally Talfourd are left in the middle of the ring standing around awkwardly & confused by this newest development!

Harvey: Felipe DeLoren has demanded that Level-One faces Sally Talfourd at Rasslemania putting two of the Sindicates own against each-other... all for profit!

Chase: Well, it wasn't something I expected but at the end of the day President Jeff runs the show—there's no way he's going to agree to this punks demand even with the threat of ruining Rasslemania!

Harvey: Well, your probably right Chase. Word is, President Jeff is fuming and has just called upon a team of the APW'ers to take the fight to the sindicate next week... but who's going to answer the call?

We go to commercial break.

[President Jeff]

The lights of the arena go pitch black, leaving the fans stirring with a reaction. In just a few short seconds of lights flashing from around the arena, "Elfin Lied" hits the PA system and the crowd begin to boo. The lights turn to a deep purple, enough to show Dusk emerging from the back showing no expression on his face yet. He looks around the arena slowly before starting his way down the ramp. He ignores the heckling fans and makes it all the way to ringside.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first: from Pine Barrens, New Jersey; he weighs 190lbs...DUSK!

At ringside, Dusk climbs up on to the apron and leaps over the top rope, landing on his feet in the ring. He runs over a jumps onto the corner, looking out to the crowd before taking his place in the ring, waiting for the match to begin.

"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: Introducing his opponent: 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
Donovaine Caine vs. Dusk

The match begins with a collar-elbow tie-up and Caine runs Dusk into the corner. The ref gives a four count and Caine backs away and Dusk dusts himself down before they start again. Another collar-elbow tie-up, this time Caine puts Dusk in a headlock. Dusk does he best to loose himself, even resorting to punching Caine’s skin on his hands, but Caine responds with a headlock takedown and transitions into a chinlock. Dusk struggles away, again trying anything to release the hold but Caine drives his knee into Dusk’s back several times until Dusk is pacified. Caine reapplies the head lock and lifts Dusk to his feet, but this time there is a chink in the hold and Dusk is able to counter into a hammerlock.

Harvey: Even stevens in the early exchanges of this one.

Chase: Caine is the man with more APW experience, but Dusk has shown in the early going he is a confident wrestler.

Dusk yanks at Caine’s arm and he cries out in pain. Dusk runs Caine against the ropes and tries to pull him back into a roll-up but Caine holds onto the ropes and Dusk merely does a backwards roll. The mask wonder is quickly on his feet and charges at Caine who gives him short shrift with a back elbow. Dusk stunned, Caine follows up with a stiff headbutt that knocks Dusk to the mat. Caine drops down over his man but the ref only counts one when Dusk kicks out. Caine lifts his opponent and whips him into the ropes, Caine uses the ropes for his own momentum and connects with a Polish hammer that knocks Dusk down. Caine bounces off the ropes against and hits a splash, hooking the legs...

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Dusk kicks out.

Caine gives Dusk a few stiff punches but Dusk jabs a finger into one of Caine’s eyes and the momentum swings his way. Dusk is quick to his feet and before Caine can even contemplate whether his mascara has run Dusk is off the ropes and connects with a shining wizard, which transitions into a pin attempt...

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Caine gets up a shoulder.

Harvey: Back and forth action and a couple of near falls. This match could be anyones.

Chase: Dusk learning quickly that the competition in APW is very tough.

Dusk is now feeling really good about himself, and he gets all excited like by whipping Caine against the ropes, jumping knee to the chest of Caine takes him down. Caine gets to his feet clutching his chest, Dusk grabs his arm and wrenches it before pulling ‘The King of the Dead’ into a falling armbreaker which becomes an attempted armbar, but Caine fights out of it and scrambles away. Both men get to their feet and charge and take each other down with a running arm lariat. There is a pause in the action as both men take their time to recover. They get to their feet at the same time and a toe kick from Caine on Dusk gives him the chance to set-up for the Six Feet Under (Belly to Back Tombstone Piledriver), but Dusk wriggles over Caine’s shoulder and lands behind him, placing Caine into a dragon sleeper hold, which in turns becomes a reverse swinging neckbreaker.

Harvey: Great comeback by Dusk, he makes the cover.

Chase: This could be it!

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Caine kicks out.

Dusk holds his head in disbelief. Dusk gets to his feet and climbs the top rope looking for his Dusk Falls shooting star press, but Caine rolls away and Dusk opts instead for a missile dropkick from the top rope which connects as Caine gets to his feet. The Grave Stalker uses the momentum of the dropkick to roll away and out of the ring. With Caine taking a time out outside the ring Dusk charges across the ring and jumps through the ropes with a suicide dive onto Caine taking them both down the arena floor. Dusk gets up and rolls Caine into the ring and again climbs to the top rope. The Dusk Falls is not on so he lets fly and misses with a top rope leg drop. As Dusk reels, Caine gets up, grabs his opponent and plants him face first with a DDT, making the cover...

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Dusk kicks out!

Finish 1: Caine wins...

Caine decides he wants this contest over and goes for the big one. He sets-up Dusk and this connects with a devastating Six Feet Under. The cover is made and the pin looks elementary...

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Winner: Donovan Caine.

Harvey: It’s a much-needed win for Donovan Caine, but he was made to work for it by the debuting Dusk.

Chase: Two masked demons, there could be only one winner. You can’t kill the King of the Dead.

The ref raises Caine's arm and he gives out that ghoulish scream to show his delight at getting the win. Onwards and upwards for 'The Grave Stalker'.

The doors to the Overdrive Arena open and n walks Overdrive Champion….”THE REAL SHOW” Terry Marvin, all smiles, with his belt draped over his shoulder. He lugs his duffle bag over his shoulder as he waves at a few stage hands as he belts through. As he walks the hallway on his path toward his locker room, a shadow is cast on the ground in front of him. He smiles and looks up at the figure now blocking his path…..none other than Keaton Saint!

Keaton: Going somewhere “Real Show?”

Terry Marvin: As a matter of fact, I was thinking about getting MY TITLE a good polish before embarrassing the hell out of you and Dionysus tonight, but thanks for asking.

Terry smiles and brushes right by Keaton. Keaton chuckles and calls after him.

Keaton: Do you really think I’m gonna just stop coming after you? Do you think this is some kind of game that’s just gonna go away? You can’t ignore me like the rest of the little issues in your life.

Terry stops and puts his Duffle bag down before slowly turning to face Keaton.

Terry Marvin: You’re like this annoying little gnat buzzing in my ear, yet every time I go to swat at it, it’s already gone. I’m a little busy, so if you’ve got something to say….

Keaton: You’ve already heard what I have to say. Now it’s your turn. Are you gonna step up to the challenge, or run away and hide?

Terry chuckles a little bit before approaching Keaton.

Terry Marvin: You know, I came out here weeks ago and said I was going to be the best damn Overdrive champion this world has ever seen. That I will take on all challengers at any time. And look what I have in front of me… My very first challenger. After all, I am a man of my word. And let’s face it, Keaton Saint vs. Terry Marvin may very well be every APW fan’s dream...

The cheers from the crowd can be heard echoing through the backstage area as Keaton stands there with a smirk on his face.

Terry Marvin: Well there you have it. If the fan’s want to see it, then how could I say no?

Terry reaches his hand out to Keaton to seal the deal. Keaton raises an eyebrow before cautiously reaching his hand down to shake Terry’s. Just as it gets within fingertips of his, Terry yanks his hand back with a smirk.

Terry Marvin: Actually, it’s quite easy to say no. I’m pretty sure I can do it in about 20 different languages. But English is gonna have to do for now. Let me get one thing perfectly clear Keaton. I don’t answer to you, and I sure as hell don’t answer to these fans. You are NOT worthy!

The boos rain down from the fans as Terry turns his back on Keaton and begins to walk away.

Keaton: I know you think this is over… but it’s barely just the beginning. You can stand there and preach up and down about being a great champion, and you can come up with about a million excuses as to why I’m not a fit challenger for your title, but you can never escape the truth.

This peaks Terry’s interest as he turns around.

Keaton: The truth is, YOU ARE AFRAID! You’re scared that you can’t beat me that your first title defense will go down as an embarrassment. In your heart of hearts, you know that parading around like a REAL champion is just a sham, a farce because you are in fact a fraud. You fluked into that title win, and you are now DESPERATELY trying to hold on to that belt by any means necessary. That title gives your career meaning, purpose. In your screwed up little mind, it validates every delusional word that has seeped out of your mouth over the past year about being the best. You’re not God’s Gift to Wrestling, Terry. You are pure and simply a COWARD!

Terry’s face is flush with anger as Keaton gets right up in his face.

Keaton: You can’t run forever. Sooner or later I will catch you, and I will take that title even if I have to pry it from your cold dead hands. SO go ahead for now, run and hide. But I know the truth..and that’s something you will NEVER be able to escape. See you tonight…..CHAMP!

Keaton walks past him with a smirk on his face. Terry fumes as the scene fades to black.

[President Jeff]

The scene opens up inside the locker room of Kurt Noble. The fans cheer as he sits with a focused look on his face. He nods his head and stands up, stopping before he can move as in walks APW Undisputed champion C.J. Gates. The two lock eyes for a moment before Gates takes a step back.

Noble: I was actually just coming to talk to you...

Gates holds up a hand.

Gates: It doesn't matter who was going where. I just figured we should talk about what happened. I figure you didn't mean anything bad by it, but just thought I would come by and clear the air.

Noble: You know I never meant to keep the Undisputed title as some way of getting a match with you…and I definitely never imagined Johnny Rebel would get his hands on it. I just saw that Goddamn hungry dog look in his eyes, and I knew I had to get it away from him.

Gates: Which is understandable. Everyone wants to be the Undisputed champion, so everyone is always gunning for me. I don't mean that I was upset that you're in this match, because I'm not. You deserve it for all you've done since you entered APW. It might even be long overdue considering what you did at Shockwave. What bothers me...is how you just walked out with the title. You picked it up, and put it over your shoulder.

Noble: I’m looking out for you like you’ve looked for me! I never meant for any of this to happen CJ. You really think I did that because I’m…Christ, like I’m Johnny Rebel or something?

Gates: I just want to know that if I need someone to watch my back, that you will have my back, and not be trying to stab knives into it. I get that enough from everyone else, I don't need it from the one guy I consider to be my only ally in this place.

Noble: CJ…you know I’ve got your back. I had your back at Shockwave, and many times since…but you’re not the only one in trouble. I need to know that this whole snafu isn’t going to cause you to turn a cold shoulder if Rebel decides to do a little repeat of last week. I can’t handle them both…and more importantly, I can’t handle all three of you right now…at least until Rasslemania that is.

Gates nods.

Gates: Fine. Anything that happens in the context of my match, I'll take care of… But if I get mugged from behind and find out it was you...that's going to change everything about this partnership we've had since the week after Shockwave.

Noble: It’s not going to come to that…as long as you trust me.

Gates: Yeah…And hey, good luck tonight, Kurt.

Noble: You, too CJ.

Gates turns and exits the room as Noble watches him leave. He sits back down and holds his hands out in front of him, looking at each one.

Noble: Felt good to hold that title…but does CJ hate me so much for it?

The scene fades to black with Noble still sitting, looking at his hands.

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 a red mist forms at the top of the ramp then red and white pyrotechnics blast of at the top of the stage.

Paige: Introducing first, From New York City, he is YARMOUTH!

I don't care about you by Fear rages out of the arena speakers and Yarmouth comes out with his Father behind him and swaggers down to the ramp ignoring the fans and climb in to the ring with his face looking ice cold.

COBRA makes his way down to the ring, hidden beneath a hooded robe. Once inside, He pulls back the hood to reveal either a mask or facepaint. He climbs the turn buckles and spits mist up in a sea of green over the fans. He then hops down and awaits for the match to begin.

Paige: And his opponent, from Parts unknown, this is COBRA!

Singles Match

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Yarmouth Vs Cobra

They meet in the middle of the ring and Yarmouth grabs Cobra and lifts him up and throws him into the corner. Yarmouth hits Cobra with body punches and then hip tosses him out of the corner and Cobra lands halfway across the ring. Cobra crawls to the corner and gets up. Yarmouth walks up to him and Cobra sneaks in a throat thrust. Yarmouth backs away and Cobra hits Yarmouth with some kicks to the legs and then dropkicks Yarmouth in the leg and follows it with a DDT. Cobra covers
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Harvey: Yarmouth is a foot taller than Cobra and Cobra is holding his own against him.

Chase: Cobra is gonna need to pull out all the stops in this one after laughing at Yarmouth last week for losing.

Cobra stomps on Yarmouth and Yarmouth gets to his feet. Cobra goes to throw Yarmouth to the corner, but Yarmouth reverses it and runs behind Cobra who jumps off backwards off the bottom rope out of the corner, but Yarmouth catches him over his shoulder. Yarmouth runs to the opposite corner and drops Cobra face first into the top turn buckle. Yarmouth runs off the ropes and then lays Cobra out with a big running boot. Yarmouth hooks the leg for the cover
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Harvey: Yarmouth almost took Cobra’s head off with that.

Chase: Cobra better start fighting back, cause it looks like Yarmouth means business now

Yarmouth goes to pick Cobra up and Cobra low blows Yarmouth and the ref misses it. Yarmouth drops to his knee’s and Cobra runs off the ropes and nails Yarmouth with a shinning wizard. Cobra covers
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Cobra picks Yarmouth up and throws him into the corner. Cobra runs, does a cartwheel into a back elbow. He then grabs Yarmouth by the head and brings him down with a one handed bulldog. Cobra goes for the cover
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Harvey: Cobra is bringing the fight to Yarmouth

Chase: Looks like Cobra could be going for his mist here

Yarmouth slowly gets up and Cobra is getting ready. He spit’s the green mist towards Yarmouth who ducks it. Cobra turns and Yarmouth grabs Cobra around the throat with one hand, lifts him up and choke slams him to the mat. Yarmouth does a slow cut throat taunt as Cobra slowly gets up. Yarmouth scoops Cobra up, puts him upside down and plants him with the Tombstone Piledriver. Yarmouth covers
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Winner: Yarmouth[/center]

Yarmouth music begins to play as the ref raises his arm in victory

Harvey: A much needed with for Yarmouth here tonight

Chase: It looked like we saw a new Yarmouth here. Hopefully this is the begging of something good for him.

Yarmouth dad gets into the ring and celebrates with him as we go to backstage

The open backstage with Shane West ready to interview John Dionysus.

Shane West: I’m standing by with Xtreme Champion John Dionysus, who will team with Keaton Saint against Overdrive Champion Terry Marvin and Michael Harris in a few short minutes. John, I want to cast your mind back to last week’s Overdrive and Michael Harris’ surprise attack on you.

Dionysus: I remember it as clear as a Swiss lake Shane. I could hardly forget considering I spend days in agonising pain from the impact on my ribs.

Shane: How are your ribs now? Do you feel you are 100% fighting fit for your match tonight?

Dionysus: I haven’t been told by any medical expert that I can’t wrestle tonight. Either way, whether I am or whether I am not doesn’t matter, it isn’t going to be an excuse. I still have the same goal and the same expectations of myself every night I step into APW, and that is to put in the best performance I can and hopefully that will be enough to give me the win.

Shane: And with Michael Harris one of your opponents tonight, do you see this match as a way of exacting some measure of revenge.

Dionysus: Revenge? No. Tonight is about making a very positive statement. Michael Harris may have succeeded last week in attacking me when my back was turned and I was recovering from losing a match, but tonight things will be completely different. This time Michael Harris is going to have stand face to face, and I promise he won’t find it so easy to get his cheap shots in that way.

Shane: Harris has made it clear he sees himself as the no.1 challenger for the Xtreme Championship belt that you hold. If he pins you tonight would you say there would be credibility to those claims.

Dionysus: If Michael Harris wants to challenge for the Xtreme Championship belt, all he has to do...

John Dionysus stops because his attention is drawn to Michael Harris who has just walked into the shot and straight into the face of Dionysus. Shane West takes a wise step backwards but hangs the microphone out between the two men.

Harris: Tell me ‘Champ’, what is it I have to do to take that strap from you?

There is an intense stare down between the two men that seems to last eternity. Eventually Harris breaks into a grin and speaks.

Harris: Dionysus, you can stand here and talk all the trash you want. You can preach about you making a statement and you can claim you are ready to fight me all you want but I know the truth. I stand here before you and I look in your eyes. I can see the fear, I sense the fear, and hell I can even taste the fear. You don’t want to get that ring with me tonight. You don’t want to fight me tonight or any other night. I can also tell you damn sure never want to put that title on the line against me seeing as you know what the end result is going to be.

Harris just had this arrogance about him that made people want to punch him in the face. He just stood there looking Dionysus directly in the eyes with no intentions of backing down at all.

Harris: Trust me when I tell you this though. You’ve got no choice. You’re going to face me and I will beat you. You’re going to have to defend that title against me and I will take it. In the end Dionysus, I will take everything you ever had going for you and I will turn you into an afterthought here in APW. That’s a guarantee my friend.

Dionysus: I can guarantee you ‘friend’, it’s going to take more than your bravado and machismo to intimidate me. There will be no cheap shots for you to ride the wave of tonight. So if you’ve got it as much as you want to tell everyone around here that you do, go ahead and bring it.

Harris swings for Dionysus but the Xtreme Champion ducks, pressing a shoulder into Harris’ midsection and charging him against a nearby wall. Harris gives out a grunt as the air is pushed out of his diaphragm, but he quickly composes himself and start to club the back of the head and shoulders of Dionysus. These blows force Dionysus onto his knees and Harris takes advantage, grabbing the Xtreme Champion by the head and slamming him face first against the wall. Harris isn’t done there however: he grabs Dionysus and biel throws him across the corridor and the Champ props against some crates that are lying around. Harris moves in and start stomping the torso of Dionysus, but Dionysus fights back by grabbing Harris’ leg, powering off the floor and tackling Harris to the ground. Dionysus starts to direct punch after punch Harris’ way, but Harris grabs something resting on the floor and slams it into the side of Dionysus’ head. It is revealed to be a glass bottle. Harris gets up and grabs Dionysus, running him straight through a pile of hollow steel bars resting against a wall. Dionysus is left slumped beneath the pipes, the camera pans back to Harris who is wearing a sick smile.

Harvey: Harris & T-Marv versus Dionysus and Keaton Saint is next.

Chase: I think Harris may have just taken out half of the competition.

Overdrive goes to a commercial break.

[President Jeff]

Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back. Before we went to the commercial we witnessed a brutal backstage brawl between the Xtreme Champion John Dionysus and the man who seems to have declared himself no.1 contender – Michael Harris.

Chase: Michael Harris is a man after my own heart. He’s come into APW and he’s demanded the chance to compete, and gone straight for the jugular with John Dionysus.

Harvey: The question here though is whether Dionysus will be able to compete in this next match.

Chase: Very unlikely after the heap of broken matter Harris left him in moments ago.

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: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring: from Chicago, Illinois; he weighs 225lbs; he is ‘The Untouchable One’...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.

Harvey: This is one cold-hearted customer. He’s acting as though nothing has happened.

Chase: He’s got his game face on.

The lights Dim down 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: His partner: from Las Vegas, Nevada; weighing in at 245lbs; he is the current APW Overdrive Champion, ‘The Real Show’...TERRY MARVIN!

He rolls into the ring and poses on the turnbuckle, holding his arms out like the people should worship him.

Harvey: Terry Marvin has been in tremendous form since he returned shortly before Survive & Conquer.

Chase: Let’s not forget he has already beaten both of his opponents in recent weeks.

Harvey: Well, technically he didn’t pin Keaton Saint, but I see what you’re saying.

Paige: Their opponents, and introducing first: from London, England; weighing in at 248lbs; he is ‘The Patron Saint of Wrestling’...KEATON SAINT!

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

Harvey: A huge ovation for a very popular megastar here in APW.

Paige: Introducing his partner: from Boston, Massachusetts; weighing 255lbs; he is the current APW Xtreme Champion...JOHN DIONYSUS!

“For Whom The Bell Tolls” begins to play through the PA but after the usual 45 second wait Dionysus does not appear. The music stops. There is a bit of confusion in the arena. Suddenly the music starts up again, but after thirty seconds there is still no sign of John Dionysus.

Harvey: We’re waiting on the Xtreme Champion, but he’s nowhere to be seen.

Chase: He’s probably still lying in a heap backstage.

The music stops once again. A ref comes from backstage and jogs down to the ring, there is quick confab between this new ref and the ref in the ring. After a few seconds the in-ring ref speaks to Nicky Paige who announces.

Paige: Due to injury John Dionysus will not be able to compete in this match. The referee has decided that this match will now continue under handicap rules.

There are boos around the arena. Keaton Saint looks at the referee totally flabbergasted, but as the bell is rung Terry Marvin and Michael Harris waste no time beginning their double team and then quickly beat Keaton down to the mat with a flurry of punches, kicks and forearm clubs.

Handicap Match
Keaton Saint vs. Terry Marvin & Michael Harris

The ref moves in quickly to break up the double team and orders that either Harris or Marvin retreat to their corner. Marvin takes command of the situation and Harris slowly makes his way to the corner.

Harvey: The situation has taken a bad turn for Keaton Saint.

Chase: And T-Marv and Harris are taking advantage like true pros.

Marvin whips Keaton against the ropes and launches himself taking down Saint with a diving arm lariat. Marvin gets to his feet and starts to strut around Saint, saying to no-one in particular ‘God’s Gift to Wrestling’, which draws some heat from the fans in attendance. In the meantime K. Gets to his feet, but Marvin rushes him with another arm lariat. Marvin drops down and makes the cover, but Keaton kicks out on two. Marvin grabs Keaton by the head and pulls him to his feet, holding onto his head before whipping him head over heels with a snapmare, followed by a dropkick to the back of the head. Marvin walks across and tags in Harris who immediately climbs to the top tope. Harris gives it his best Macho Man impression, taking a lot of time about it too, before launching himself in search of the big elbow drop, but Keaton rolls away and it is a big crash and burn for the self-proclaimed untouchable one.

Harvey: That’s the experience of Keaton Saint coming through.

Chase: Well Michael Harris is supposedly a wrestling vet, but that was a very green mistake.

Keaton gets to his feet but Marvin is quickly into the ring and ushers him into the corner with swinging arms. With Keaton secured Marvin starts stomping away and the ref quickly moves across to break it up. The counts to four and when Marvin ceases with the stomping he is led away by the ref who warns him about entering illegally. Marvin resists mildly but the distraction allows Harris to continue his assault on Keaton in the corner, in particular repeatedly choking him on the ropes. Eventually the ref gets Marvin back onto the ring apron and he soon moves across to Harris and gives him a warning about choking. Harris runs Keaton against the ropes and drops him with a running knee to the temple. Harris drops down and makes a cover...

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Harvey: Keaton Saint is having to use all his resolve to stay in this match.

Chase: I’m impressed with how Harris & T-Marv have taken complete control of this match. Harris taking out Dionysus may turn out to be a masterstroke.

Harris grabs Keaton’s head and slams it down on the mat. He covers again, but this time Keaton kicks out straight away. Harris moves across and tags in Marvin who has been calling for the tag. Marvin immediately starts to stalk Keaton and when Saint gets up Marvin takes him into a waist lock. Keaton starts to fight furiously and a couple of back elbows release him from Marvin’s grip; Keaton follows this up with a dropkick that floors Marvin and buys him some time. Both men get to their feet about ten seconds later but Marvin is the fresher and explodes with a spinning heel kick. Marvin quickly grabs Keaton and lifts him into a waist lock, lifting him and dropping with a back suplex. Marvin hooks both legs...

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Marvin lifts Keaton again into a waist lock and tells Harris to get into the ring. The ref tries to stop him but Harris brushes him aside. Marvin issues some instructions, Harris rocks back and connects with a superkick to the throat and the momentum Marvin uses to drive Keaton into the mat with a bridged German suplex...

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Harvey: Another kick out by Keaton, he is showing the heart of a lion in this match.

Chase: But it’s only a matter of time Darren; he can’t survive this onslaught without help. He’s outnumbered and outgunned.

Marvin slams a hand on the mat showing visible signs of frustration. Marvin grabs Keaton and drags him to his feet in a face lock, looking for The Whiplash, but Keaton is having none of it and counters with a Manhattan drop of sorts. Marvin doubles over, Keaton bounces off the ropes, Marvin swings an arm but Keaton ducks and counters with a release Aztec suplex. It’s a huge counter by Keaton and the crowd pop. He crawls across and makes the cover...

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Harris drags Keaton away and starts pounding his face with punches, the ref steps and tries to pull Harris away but Harris hands him off and continues his ground and pound. It is actually Marvin who drags Harris away. Harris gets to his feet and a stare down ensues between him and Marvin. Marvin starts talking trash, saying Keaton is all his and ordering Harris back to the corner. From out of nowhere Keaton drags Marvin into a school boy from behind, the ref drops quickly...

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Marvin quickly gets to his feet and storms over to Harris who has re-taken his position on the apron after doing nothing to break up the count. The tension between the two men is palpable. Marvin aggressively slaps Harris to tag him in. Harris climbs into the ring and as he does so ‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’ plays through the arena. There is a pop from the arena as Xtreme Champion John Dionysus, head bandaged, comes charging down the ramp. Dionysus slides under the bottom rope and Harris charges him but Dionysus connects with Hard Knocks, a huge spinebuster followed by a savage ground and pound. The ring bells sounds as the ref throws the match out. Cheers turn to boos as the announcement is made by Nicky Paige.

Paige: The winner of this match by disqualification – Terry Marvin and Michael Harris!

Harvey: This is just wrong! The referee has made a grave error here.

Chase: Darren, Dionysus knew the rules. This was a handicap match, he had no right being out here.

Both Keaton and Dionysus are furious with the referee, but Marvin and Harris have already exited the ring. Suddenly ‘Raining Blood’ hits and President Jeff enters the arena to a huge pop.

President Jeff: We seem to have a problem here. The way I see it this whole thing isn’t right. Unfortunately I was otherwise engaged when this match was supposed to begin, and I did not sanction the handicap that was taking place. Therefore, I am declaring that match null and void and the result will be stricken from the record.

Huge pop from the crowd; Terry Marvin and Michael Harris are furious.

President: Now that we have all four original competitors, I am ordering that this match now take place as planned and it starts now!

“Raining Blood” plays again and President Jeff heads backstage, the camera cuts from Marvin and Harris complaining to the officials to the team of Keaton Saint and John Dionysus waiting in the ring.

Harvey: President Jeff has spoken, we’ll be back with the tag match after these messages.

Overdrives goes to a commercial.

[President Jeff]

Tag Team Match
Keaton Saint & John Dionysus vs. Terry Marvin & Michael Harris

As Overdrive returns from a commercial, we find John Dionysus controlling Michael Harris in a corner with a series of body shots.

Harvey: Welcome back to Overdrive. During the commercial Dionysus has taken control of Harris.

Chase: After he and T-Marv had already won the match I should add.

Dionysus whips Harris across the ring into the opposite corner and follows through looking for a running knee but Harris moves and Dionysus hits the turnbuckle hard landing on the top rope. Harris grabs Dionysus and pulls him down into a tree of woe position and then connects with a running dropkick to the face. Harris moves to the opposite corner and then charges across connecting with The Brooklyn Knockout (Gore) on Dionysus in the tree of woe position.

Harvey: Huge blow to those injured ribs.

Chase: Harris is turning the screw on Dionysus yet again.

Harris pulls Dionysus out of the ropes and hooks the legs...

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Marvin is into the ring and meets with Keaton near the ropes and they start to trade blows. Marvin goes for the big clothesline, but Keaton ducks, spins and clotheslines Marvin with such force of the top rope that the momentum takes them both over and to the floor outside the ring. Keaton lands on his feet. Harris bounces off the ropes and runs across the ring suicide diving through the ropes onto Keaton Saint. Big pop from the crowd. Harris gets up and slides into the ring and covers Dionysus who is still down...

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Harris lifts Dionysus to his feet and tries to whip him across the ring but Dionysus counters and pulls Harris in connecting with Above The Cut (over the shoulder arm trap side belly to belly suplex). Marvin slides into the ring and tries to blindside Dionysus but eats an Above The Cut suplex himself. Marvin starts to roll out of the ring and Dionysus helps him out with some mudhole stomps. Harris starts getting his feet, Dionysus puts him into a half nelson reverse face lock, the set-up for Cerebral Bore, but on the swing Harris counters and pushes Dionysus into the ropes. Harris bends over looking for a back body drop as Dionysus returns but the Xtreme Champion counters with a knee smash facebreaker. The cover is made...

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Dionysus starts getting to his feet but Marvin is back in the ring and surprises him with You’re Cancelled! Harris this time makes the cover...

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Harris tries to get the better of Keaton but takes a Samoan drop. Marvin tries to intervene but Keaton rolls out of the ring and takes his position on the apron; Marvin is pushed back by the referee. In the ring it is now a race between Harris and Dionysus to tag in their partner. The crowd are cheering, hoping for a confrontation between Keaton and Marvin. Both men are tagged at the same time. They meet in the centre of the ring and trade punches. Keaton gets in a forearm to the face that gives him the advantage and he whips Marvin against the ropes and drills him with a powerslam upon return. Keaton is up quickly and stalks Marvin. The Overdrive Champion gets to his feet and Saint hits the Paragon DDT which he rolls into a pin...

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Harris tries to get in some offense on Keaton but is thrown into the ropes and as he returns Saint connects with the Paragon Backbreaker on Harris. Huge pop from the crowd. However, Marvin comes behind and hits Keaton with You’re Cancelled! Another cover...

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Harvey: Another kick out by Keaton Saint, he has been so plucky in this match.

Chase: This crowd no doubt spurring him on.

Marvin picks up Keaton and whips him across the ring but it’s into the corner where Dionysus is waiting and he makes the tag. Dionysus steps through the ropes and comes together with Marvin in the centre of the ring. Marvin turns around because Harris is calling for a tag. Marvin looks at Dionysus and points at Harris, Dionysus gestures Harris to bring it. Marvin starts to turn but quickly jabs out a finger and pokes Dionysus in the eye, then makes the tag. Harris is and all over Dionysus like smallpox. A series of punches is followed by an Irish whip against the ropes, is followed by a running knee to the chest, is followed by a leg lariat leg drop and a two count near fall.

Harvey: Another two count, another near fall. What do Harris and T-Marv need to do to win.

Chase: They’ve already won once! This isn’t justice!

Finish 1: Dionysus & Saint win...

Harris picks up Dionysus and sets him up for the Harris Effect but Dionysus slides off the shoulders and tries to strike with a roundhouse kick but Harris ducks, moves behind Dionysus and nails a neckbreaker. Suddenly there is a huge commotion outside the ring, and it is down to Marvin who has moved around and pulled Keaton off the ring apron. The two start brawling outside the ring and it spills into the crowd following a back body drop over the crowd barrier by Keaton. It has served to distract Harris briefly, and gives Dionysus to grab him from behind into a roll-up...

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Winners: John Dionysus & Keaton Saint.

“For Whom the Bell Tolls” hits the PA to signify Dionysus getting the win. There is a good pop from the crowd as the faces pick up the win. Dionysus gets to his feet but has his back turned to Harris. The ref raises Dionysus’ hand but and as he turns Harris explodes with The Brooklyn Knockout, almost breaking Dionysus in half.

Harvey: Harris strikes again! What a sore loser.

Chase: Dionysus talked about making a statement, how about a few broken ribs for a statement.

The Xtreme Champion is left writhing in pain in the ring, the camera cuts to Harris walking up the ramp with a sneer on his face, motioning a belt around his waist.

Harvey: Now what the hell is this? The match is over!

Terry Marvin is crouched behind Keaton Saint, Title in hand as he prepares to pounce. When Keaton turns around, Terry charges to strike him in the head with the belt. But Keaton ducks under it and spins Terry around, delivering hard rights and lefts to the face. He then kicks him in the gut and Hooks him in the Stalling Fisherman Suplex.

Chase: Somebody Stop this! Keaton is decimating the Overdrive champion. Get Security out here.

Harvey: Terry started this and is getting exactly what he deserves!

Terry stumbles to his feet and Keaton is right there behind him. He begins to lock him into the Keaton Clutch when out of no where boos ring out from the crowd as Johnny Knuckles has slid in the ring and delivers a HARD donkey punch to the back of Keaton Saint’s head sending him to the canvas. Terry turns around and smiles before shaking hands with Knuckles.

Harvey: What is Knuckles doing out here? Is that who Terry was talking to on the phone earlier? Was this his plan all along.

Knuckles slides in a steel chair and Terry lifts it high above his head and waits for Keaton to get to his feet. When he does, Terry brings the chair down had on Keaton’s head sending him to the canvas cut open. Terry then continues the assult by jabbing the chair over and over into the shoulder and neck of Keaton Saint. Knuckles patrols the ring, making sure nobody comes to interrupt this assult. Terry then Sets Keaton’s arm up in the Chair…

Harvey: NO! Don’t do this! Where is Security?

Chase: Turnabout is fair play Harvey. Didn’t hear you complaining when Keaton was on the offensive side of this assult!

Terry springs off the ropes, runs and DROPS THE LEG ACROSS Keaton’s Arm wrapped up in that chair and Keaton screams in pain holding the arm. Terry now locks in the SHOWS OVER CROSSFACE on Keaton, screaming at him as he wrenches back. Security finally floods down to the ring.

Harvey: It’s about time!

Chase: But the damage has already been done. Terry just sent a clear message to Keaton that HE calls the shots and nobody else.

Security pulls Terry off and he rolls outside to join Johnny Knuckles. He grabs a microphone and stands on the outside laughing before speaking.

Terry Marvin: You know that old saying, be careful what you wish for? You just saw a PERFECT example of that Keaton. You wanted an answer… you got it. At Rasslemania 8 in Indianapolis, it will be Keaton Saint vs. THE OVERDRIVE CHAMPION Terry Marvin for the APW Overdrive championship. But let’s spice things up a little bit shall we? I don’t want to just beat you, I don’t just want to destroy you, I want to embarrass you in that ring! I want you to beg for mercy…I want you to scream out to the world… I QUIT!!!!

Terry leaves it at that and drops the mic. He walks up the ramp with Knuckles raising his hand the whole way as Keaton is seen fuming in the ring, brushing off help from security as he stares down Terry.

[President Jeff]

We find ourselves in the office of APW President Jeff; both Level-One and Sally Talfourd stand in-front of his desk looking for answers. Clearly, President Jeff is stressed out as he wipes his hands across his face and leans back in his chair.

Level-One: We're the only two people who showed up? Well, this is awkward...

Sally Talfourd: Jeff, you can't just let the Sindicate walk all over us like this! We are your two biggest draws, you owe this to us.

President Jeff sighs.

President Jeff: Well, Level-One and Sally Talfourd would be quite possibly the one of the biggest draws RASSLEMANIA VIII could ask for.....

Sally Talfourd: Jeff!?

He raises his index finger in the air before Sally Talfourd and Level-One could jump down his throat.

President Jeff: However, I do respect your opinions and wishes and I'm not a fan of giving up 50% of pay-per-view gains to anyone especially Felipe DeLoren. He had no business breaking into my office and threatening to ruin the biggest pay-per-view of the year!

President Jeff stands up out of his chair with a fire lit under his ass as he begins to pace back and forth like a madman.

President Jeff: I want you two to take out the Sindicate before they can take out the APW. As I understand... Felipe DeLoren is hosting a little pay-per-view of his own, isn't he?

Sally Talfourd looks to Level-One who confirms it.

Level-One: Yeah, MONSTERBRAWL V. It's pretty much their biggest event of the year. You aren't think what I'm thinking are you?

Sally Talfourd: I am!

President Jeff stops pacing and looks to both Level-One and Sally Talfourd.

President Jeff: I need you two to takeover their show. We need to fire the first warning shot. I don't care how you do it but it needs to be done. I'm counting on you two.

Level-One doesn't seem to be a fan of the idea as he quickly objects.

Level-One: Are you crazy? You take the fight to Felipe DeLoren and he'll die trying to ruin Rasslemania; the last thing you need to do is piss him off.

Sally Talfourd: Come on, Lester! You aren't scared are you? *Sally Talfourd taunts with a grin* It sounds like fun to me and what's the worst that can happen? Jeff has given us full reins to cause mayhem free of any and all personal responsibility and your going to pass that opportunity up because you fear the consequences?

Level-One: Well, what's in it for us?

Sally Talfourd smiles at President Jeff who takes a second to think about how he could sweeten the deal.

President Jeff: I can't make any promises but I will do my best to get both of you into respective title contentions at Rasslemania if you can strike fear in the hearts of the sindicate.

This news puts a grin on the face of the former APW world heavyweight champion who pats his boss playfully on the back.

Level-One: Alright, now we're talking. Though, I hope for your sake little Sally is able to carry her own weight.

Level-One smirks as he pushes his way past Sally Talfourd and out of his office as Sally Talfourd hangs behind.

Sally Talfourd: You weren't referring to the APW Undisputed Championship were you?

President Jeff: Of course not...

Sally Talfourd squinted her eyes knowing her partner in crime was bound to be disappointed when he heard the news.

Sally Talfourd: I'll be sure to let him in on the little detail after we get the deed done...

Sally Talfourd shrugs her shoulders and skips out of the APW President's office as the the scene fades to commercial

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

#SIMPLY F'N PUT!

A recorded voice comes over the loudspeaker and "Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple blasts over the PA. Johnny Rebel comes out in a gold robe shimmering in the lights. "SIMPLY PUT" is written in silver on the back. His blonde goatee is neatly trimmed and blonde hair is freshly cut with sunglass covering his face.

#IT'S TIME TO PAY THE PRICE!

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 234 pounds, from Chicago, Illinois, “Simply Put” Johnny Rebel!

The crowd has come unglued in their hatred for Rebel. He gets to the ring and pulls a cameraman down to the ground and on all fours as Rebel uses him as a stepping stone to get in the ring. He takes off his robe to reveal his gold tights and tasseled white boots. He poses on the second turnbuckle with both hands held high.

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

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 190 pounds, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, Chris Hart!

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 punk laser lights flashing all around the arena. The pulsing beat and laser lights show continues 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.

Singles Match
“Simply Put” Johnny Rebel vs. Chris Hart

The bell rings with Rebel and Hart immediately locking up in the middle of the ring. Rebel uses his size advantage to get Hart in a side headlock. Hart tries to throw Rebel off in to the ropes but he holds on, laughing at Hart’s attempts. His taunt is short lived as Hart picks Rebel up and drops him behind with a side belly-to-back suplex, as the fans erupt in Hart’s favor. Rebel rolls in to the corner with one hand rubbing the back of his head before popping back up to his feet. The two meet again in the center of the ring and lock-up once more, with Hart gaining the advantage with an arm drag takedown as Rebel ducks under the middle rope and complaining of Hart grabbing his tights.

Harvey: You have got to be kidding me! Rebel is complaining about somebody cheating? Big surprise!

Chase: I saw the whole thing, Darren. Hart had a fistful of tights and used it to his advantage!

Rebel slides back underneath the ropes and challenges Hart to a test of strength. Chris looks around the arena looking for the fans approval as they cheer him in as Rebel holds one hand outstretched. Hart goes to match him but Rebel kicks him in the gut and then drops him down to all fours with a forearm across the back. Rebel pulls him up and Irish whips him in to the ropes, and as Hart comes back he’s met with a spinning back elbow from the former Overdrive champion. Hart spins around and stumbles in to the corner as Rebel charges. Chris moves out of the way at the last possible second causing Rebel to go chest first in to the corner. Hart shoves him back in the corner and unloads across the bare chest of Rebel with a host of knifedge chop before whipping him in the opposite corner. The man from Calgary runs hard after Rebel but Rebel avoids Hart’s attack by lifting up his feet. Hart rolls backwards as Rebel leaps off the second rope with an elbow drop, but in yet another reversal Hart moves out of the way and hits a flipping hip toss and locks in an arm bar in the center of the ring.

Harvey: Ouch! Rebel may have done some damage there to his own elbow and Hart’s making sure he doesn’t let up!

Rebel battles back to his feet and hits Hart in the face with a few punches, getting his arm free. He runs off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt from Hart before kicking him the stomach and swings him over with a neckbreaker, hooking the leg for the cover:

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Rebel picks Hart up and hits him with a few European uppercuts, causing him to stumble back. Rebel grabs him and throws him in to the corner and follows it up with a lariat that smashes Hart against the turnbuckle. He grabs Hart in a headlock and drags his face across the top rope walking him over to the opposite corner. He pummels Hart with a few haymakers before whipping him in to the ropes. Rebel ducks for a back-body drop but Hart flips over him with a sunset flip for the cover…

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Both men hop back to their feet as Rebel runs at Hart before Hart spinning him around with a spinebuster. He grabs Rebel by the ankles and flips over him in a pinning position:

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Harvey: Chris Hart is proving himself to be a legit competitor here in the APW! It would go a long way for him to pick up a win over the former two-time Overdrive champion!

Chase: Don’t count on it! Rebel’s just trying to make him look good so when he wins, it looks even better!

Rebel rolls out of the ring for a few moments to gain some composure, as the faster pace of the match is a benefit to Hart. He is arguing with a fan at ringside before Hart slingshots himself over the top rope and lands on Rebel with a cross body. Hart lifts him back up and rolls him in the ring. Hart grabs him by the back of the head and wraps his arms around Rebel’s waist for a belly to back suplex but Rebel lifts his leg up and drops his opponent with a mule kick to the groin. The referee didn’t catch the act but is putting two and two together seeing Hart roll on the ground while holding his groin. He scolds Rebel before being forced to make the pin count as Rebel ducks under and grabs the leg…

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Harvey: And we’re back to Rebel and his cheating ways!

Chase: What? You need to go see an optometrist! Rebel has been playing by the rules and only someone like you would think otherwise.

Rebel helps Hart back to his feet before slamming him back down. Rebel again goes back to the second turnbuckle and leaps off with an elbow to the chest of his opponent. He goes for the pin using both feet as leverage on the second rope.

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Rebel shoves Hart off but Hart is right back with a diving forearm, channeling Tito Santana highlights. He immediately runs to the top rope and leaps off catching Rebel with a double-axehandle. Rebel falls to the mat as Hart mounts his opponent and rains blows down on “Simply Put.” Both men are back up with Hart firmly in charge as he whips Rebel in to the ropes but Rebel reverses. Hart comes flying back in and ducking underneath a clothesline and as Rebel turns around he’s met with a superkick from Chris Hart. Hart falls across Rebel for the pin:

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Harvey: This is been a back and forth match from the beginning. Hart is proving he belongs with the best of the best here in APW!

Chase: I’m starting to get nervous for Rebel here, Darren!

Hart picks up Rebel and using his arm and legs for leverage send him flying backwards with a Russian-legsweep. Hart goes over to the corner of the ring and waits for Rebel to get up. As Rebel gets to one knee, Hart comes rushing in with a shining wizard using Rebel’s own knee to propel him up near his face. Rebel rolls over as Hart goes for another pin attempt..

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Chase: Thank goodness!

Hart looks at the ref in disbelief wondering what he’s got to do in order to finish Rebel. He gets up and again waits for Rebel to get up and as he does, Hart drapes Rebel’s head over his shoulder and goes running to the corner for his finisher. He climbs the top two turnbuckles but Rebel shoves him off and the back of Hart’s neck bounces off the corner.

Harvey: Yikes! Rebel just folded Hart in half!


Rebel sits back and waits for Hart to back up to his feet. He slowly does with both hands wrapped across his neck. Hart is slow to turn around but when he finally does, Rebel catches him with a kick to the stomach and then drives his head in between Rebel’s legs, hooking both arms and sending him crashing down to the mat with The Putdown (the Pedigree). He hooks the legs and grabs the tights…

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Winner: “Simply Put” Johnny Rebel

Harvey: Rebel picks up the huge win against one of APW’s up and coming stars! He has to feel good heading in to RassleMania!

Chase: Hart shouldn’t hang his head either. Great performance tonight!


Backstage, Blade is walking with the Undisputed Championship. He has a rather wide grin on his face…until he sees Shane West.

West: Blade! Good thing I found you! Something weird is going on in your locker-room!

Blade: What?

West: Just follow me!

Blade follows West until the two make it to Blade’s locker-room. However, nothing seems to be wrong.

Blade: What exactly is going on-

Suddenly, the lights in the room go off! A man can be heard in the background.

?: This is mine!

A crash is heard, and after a few seconds, the lights pop back on and Blade is getting back on his feet! West is out on the floor…and the Undisputed title is gone! Blade snarls to himself.

Blade: Rebel…

Blade dashes out of the room as West picks himself up.

West: Did...did I miss something?

Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

Harvey: Last week, we announced the first person being inducted into the APW Hall of Fame, and that man was “The Iceman” Jason Royce. A man who was an APW Original, won some titles here, was in the business for 10 years before retiring.

Chase: He may have not won any world titles here in APW, but his hard work and dedication earned him a spot in the APW Hall of Fame.

Harvey: Its now time to find out who the 2nd Inductee will be into the APW Hall of Fame, Class of 2012


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Paige: Ladies and gentlemen the next match is scheduled for one fall. Coming out first…

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

Paige: Weighing in at 242 pounds, from Indianapolis, Indiana… “The Enforcer of Sorrow” Nathanial Havok!

“Shooting Star” by Black Stone Cherry begins to play as the fans cheer loudly. C.J. Gates quickly makes his way out of the back wearing his trademark cowboy hat and his“Go Big or Go Home” T-shirt, and he has the APW Undisputed title around his waist. He bounces around at the entrance a bit before moving towards the ring, bouncing to the beat. Gates reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before springing to his feet and climbing the nearest turnbuckle. He looks out at the fans before he unclasps the Undisputed title and raises it up in the air to a loud chorus of cheers from the fans. He climbs back down and removes his cowboy hat and carefully hands it off, before removing his t-shirt.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 215 lbs., from Fargo, North Dakota…. He is the APW Undisputed Champion… C.J. Gates!

Non-Title
“The Enforcer of Sorrow” Nathanial Havok vs. CJ. Gates

Havok doesn’t wait for the bell to run and starts off quickly against the Undisputed champion, immediately shooting in with a double-leg takedown. Havok delivers several punches to the head of Gates until the referee steps in and throws him off of C.J. Gates is back up to his feet refusing to allow another ambush and the two begin circling around the ring. They finally lock-up and Havok gains the advantage with a knee to the gut of the champion. He whips the champion towards the turnbuckle but C.J. reverses sending Havok in. “The Enforcer of Sorrow” bounces out and Gates leaps up with a hurnicanrana, sending Havok over to the top rope but Gates manages to hold on and land with both feet on the apron. The fans roar as Gates runs over to the second turnbuckle with both his hands in the air.

Harvey: That’s why he’s the best in the world, folks!

Chase: Best in the world at cheating, Darren! Did you see him throw Havok over the top-rope? In my day the match would have been over!

Havok gets back up on the apron and waits for Gates to approach. Havok slingshots himself up on the top rope and uses it for leverage to leap off with a clothesline catching Gates off-guard. Both men go down but the pace remains frantic as Gates pops back up at the same time as Havok, the two meeting in the middle of the ring. Gates slings Havok by the wrist in to the ropes and as Havok comes flying back in, he ducks underneath a clothesline and meets Gates on the other side with a poke to the eyes. Havok grabs Gates by the waist and flips him over with a gut-wrench powerbomb and sitsout for the pin…

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Harvey: You aren’t going to beat Gates that easily, he’s been around a long time!

Havok lifts up Gates by his hair and then offers a hard elbow to the forehead of his opponent which drops him back down to one knee. Havok then hits Gates on the chest with a hard knee and Gates is down on all fours. Havok whips himself against the ropes and comes flying in for a second knee but Gates sees him coming and dips his head down with a huge back body drop that sends Havok several feet in the air. Havok crashes hard as Gates takes a second to gain his composure.

Harvey: What incredible intuition from our champion!

Chase: Eh, not really that impressive.

Havok gets up as Gates charges after him and his a flying shoulderblock to the chest that knocks Nathanial down. Gates bounces up and as the crowd is firmly behind the Undisputed Champion. Gates waves for Havok to get back up to his feet and when he does Nathaniel is met with a huge scissor kick to the back of the head for his efforts. Havok crumbles hard and Gates dives on for the pin…

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Chase: Come on, Havok! Don’t let a fraud get the best of you!

Gates lifts up Havok and sets him up for a jumping DDT which drives Nathaniel’s head into the ground. Gates hops back up and picks up Havok again and this time sets up for a suplex. He tries to lift him up but Havok uses his leg to block the attempt. Gates tries again but Havok uses the same approach and doesn’t allow Gates to pick him up. Gates knees Havok in the stomach and attempts again, still unsuccessful. Havok uses his leverage and flings Gates over with his only suplex. As Gates’ back hits the mat, Havok rolls over onto his and holds on for a Boston crab.

Harvey: This can’t be good for the champ! Havok already has a little bit of a size advantage and with that kind of leverage that is only going to put strain on Gates’ back!

Chase: He’s tapping ref! He’s tapping!

Gates has nothing but pain in his face as Havok puts more and more pressure on his lower back. Gates is beginning to crawl towards the ropes, which he is getting closer to by the second. Havok notices and stands up a bit and tries to bring Gates into the middle of the ring. However, Gates trips Havok by the ankle and keeps a hold of it and applies a grapevine/ankle-lock combination. Havok immediately lunges for the ropes and as he does, the referee begins his count to let Gates know that he must release the hold. Gates follows instructions and releases at two.

Harvey: You can say a lot of things about Gates but he’s always making sure to abide by the rules once he’s in the ring! What a stand-up guy!

Chase: Are you blind?

The referee checks on Havok and Havok grabs the ref in distraction. Biggs runs down the ramp from the back. He slides into the ring behind Gates and waits for C.J. to turn around.

Harvey: This isn't going to go well. Biggs has no reason to be out here!

Chase: No reason? Did you forget that Gates ended Biggs' career with that concussion.

Gates turns around and Biggs grabs him by the head and runs to the corner, nailing the champion with the Bigg Time! Biggs slides out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp as Havok lets go of the ref. Havok moves in and pins Gates.

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Harvey: Gates kicked out just in time!

Chase: WHAT? HOW!?

Harvey: Wait, wait… What’s he doing?

Nathaniel makes his way to ringside, walking over to the timekeepers table, and takes the chair right out from under him.

Harvey: Nathaniel’s got a chair, but what’s he going to do with it?

Chase: He’s taking a little breather! That’s what he’s doing!

Nathaniel rolls into the ring with the chair in-hand. He gets up and begins to stalk the Undisputed Champion.

Harvey: No! No! He can’t do this!

Chase: Yes! Do it, Nathaniel! Do it!

The referee notices what Nathaniel is about to do, and begins to try and talk him out of it. Nathaniel threatens the referee with the chair, and the referee backs away. A few moments later, the crowd erupts in cheers.

Harvey: Wait! The boss! The boss is making his way to ringside!

Running down the ramp is the APW Owner, Hurricane Jeff. He makes his way to the ring, and hops onto the apron. Now standing right behind his foe on the ring apron, he immediately snatches the chair out of the hands of a preoccupied Nathaniel Havok. Nathaniel turns around, shocked to see that Jeff has taken the chair from him. The two exchange a few words, long enough for Gates to regain his composure, and get back to his feet.

Chase: Look what Jeff has done! Don’t turn around, Nathaniel! Don’t turn around!

Jeff smirks at Nathaniel, letting him know to turn around. Knowing what is about it happen, Nathaniel realizes that he can’t avoid it. He tilts his head back, rolls his eyes, and turns around to receive a kick to the gut…

Harvey: Here it comes! Here it comes! Stamp of Approval! It’s over!

Chase: No! This can’t be happening! CJ’s not done yet!

Gates sees his chance, and makes his way to the top rope. All the fans once again get to their feet, as CJ’s about to fly!

Harvey: The Gatecrasher! The Gatecrasher! NOW it’s over!

CJ goes for the pin…

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Winner: CJ Gates

Harvey: He’s done it! CJ’s done it! He’s beaten Nathaniel Havok!

Chase: Damn you, President Jeff! He just had to stick his nose in Nathaniel’s business!

“Shooting Star” by Black Stone Cherry hits on the PA system, and CJ Gates begins to celebrate. He makes his way out of the ring, and walks up to the APW President. Jeff smiles at CJ and shows his approval by clapping for the champion. The two men then shake hands, and CJ begins to walk up the ramp. In the ring, Nathaniel begins to stir, as Jeff continues to look on from the outside. With CJ now in the backstage area, his music dies out. Before Nathaniel gets to his feet, he and Jeff once again make eye contact. Jeff smirks at Nathaniel, scoffs, and then begins to walk up the ramp. Still down on the mat, Nathaniel demands a microphone. Panting heavily, Nathaniel puts the mic to his lips.

Havok: Dammit, Jeff! You’re never going to stop, are you?

At the top of the ramp, Jeff turns around to look back at Nathaniel. Nathaniel pulls himself up by the ropes, and begins to gather his thoughts.

Havok: I’ve had enough of this! You were spot on last week, boss! It’s either going to be you, or me! One of us has to go! You want me at ‘Mania? You got me!

The fans give a huge pop for this announcement.

Havok: Hurricane Jeff and Nathaniel Havok, one on one, for the second and final time! And when I beat you, when I put you on an indefinite hiatus from YOUR company… I’m going to take my number one contenders shot, beat the champion, and once again claim my throne atop Action Packed Wrestling! And they’re will be nothing you can do about it! You wont even be able to roll over in bed, let alone try and stop me from running this place!

The fans begin to boo, disagreeing with the Enforcer of Sorrow.

Havok: This has to end, and I’m going to be the one to end it! See you at RassleMania, BOSS!

Jeff likes what he hears, as he still has a smirk on his face. He shakes his head in approval of Nathaniel’s accepting his challenge, and turns around to head backstage, as Overdrive heads to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen tonight was quite the night of action but before we go to our main event Thursday Night Overdrive presents a special Rasslemania video for all our loyal fans at home!

The video starts off with several APW highlights playing on screen... before the image suddenly fades out as heavy rock band music blasts the airwaves.

YOU WANT REAL ACTION!?

Clips of several luchadore wrestlers attacking each-other with steel chairs, chain saws and other foreign objects are displayed on screen.

THEN STOP WATCHING THIS TRASH AND TUNE INTO MONSTERBRAWL V AND WATCH REAL PREFORMERS TEAR EACH-OTHER APART! BLAHHHHHH!

IN THE MAINEVENT....

Bobby ''The Pyscho crazy kitty killer''' Miller takes on Joey ''under pants sniffer'' stiffler in a FLAMING HELL IN THE CELL DEATH MATCH!

Blood splatter hits the screen spelling out...

MONSTERBAWL V! TUNE IN THIS SUNDAY AT 9:00 PM EST!

The APW audience is left confused as the hi-jacked promo comes to a well appreciated end.

Chase: What the hell was that trash!?

MONSTERBAWL V's logo flashes over the faded out faces of Level-One and Sally Talfourd as we cut backstage

We see Johnny Knuckles and Terry Marvin standing in a small room backstage. Standing with them is a referee holding two burlap sacks.

Terry Marvin: You want to do WHAT?

Johnny Knuckles: It’s called Rock Paper Balls. Basically we play rock paper scissors with those bags over our heads. Whoever loses gets punched in the balls by the ref. First one to fall down loses.

Terry breaks out into laughter then sees that Knuckles is completely serious.

Terry Marvin: There is no way in hell I’m doing that.

Johnny Knuckles: Look, I did you a favor…and since you wouldn’t pay me in Trident Layers….

Terry Marvin: You want gum? I’ll pay you in gum.

Johnny Knuckles: Too late for all that. Look, you wanted a favor, now it’s my turn. So come on, let’s play…

Terry thinks about if for a minute before the proverbial lightbulb goes off. He walks over two stagehands.

Terry Marvin: Wanna make a quick thousand dollars?

They both nod emphatically and Terry brings them over and stands one next to him, and one next to Knuckles.

Terry Marvin: Here’s the deal, he’ll be your stunt cock and this will be mine!

The two guys look odd at the words stunt cock and get a little worried but the ref slips the sacks over their heads.

Terry Marvin: I win…I get to kick his balls. You win, you get to kick my guys ok?

The guys start shaking now screaming “wait a minute!” And Knuckles smiles.

Johnny Knuckles: DEAL!

The two guys start to panic as Both Terry and Knuckles throw their first hands. Terry shows Rock as Knuckles shows paper.

Johnny Knuckles: HEE HAW!!!!

Knuckles hauls off and sends his foot hard into the crotch of the guy standing next to Terry. The kid drops instantly as Terry shakes his head in disappointment. The kid begins puking immediately as Terry walks off with Knuckles behind him.

Johnny Knuckles: Actually, there’s another favor you can help me out with.

He smiles as Terry looks on inquisitively. The scene fades to ringside

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

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: Introducing first, weighing in at 235 pounds and hailing from Orlando, Florida...Kurt Noble!

Harvey: Kurt Noble's focus has got to be all over the place tonight after his rather uncomfortable backstage meeting with Gates. These two have been rock solid since the moment Noble stepped into APW at last year's Shockwave. Could we see that crumble over the Undisputed title?

Chase: Being that it's Noble's fault that Rebel is running around with it, I'd say...yeah!

"Bulls on Parade" by Rage against the Machine blasts out over the PA system; a few moments pass and Blade emerges from behind the curtain and stops on the top of the ramp. The fans begins to boo loudly as blade smirks and takes it all in. He begins to strut down towards the ring where he stops and points his finger out at his opponent. They step back and Blade uses the ropes to enter the ring.

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

Harvey: The ferociousness of Blade becomes more apparent every week. Last week, he nearly took off Noble's head in their impromptu match-up, and then it looked like he and Rebel were going to fight at the opening of the show!

Chase: People need to start taking seriously very quickly...that's something Kurt Noble needs to learn right now.

Harvey: Noble won their first match-up in January, and last week's match-up was ruled a no-contest...this one's going to be ugly Chase.

Kurt Noble vs. Blade

The match becomes aggressive the moment the bell rings due to Noble and Blade fiercely locking up! They push off one another, but Blade gets the advantage by pushing Noble into a nearby corner. He presses Noble’s back hard against the turnbuckle, but Noble relentlessly pushed him away as the referee gets between them. Their eyes lock, and they quickly lock back up again. Blade gets behind Noble, and quickly drops him to the canvas. He drives some knees into Noble’s midsection and back, but Noble spins over at briefly locks in a crossface! Blade spins out of it after a few seconds and backs up into a corner to recoup…but Noble gives him no time! He slams his own knee into Blade’s stomach, and backs up a kick, but Blade rolls under it. The two men stop for a moment as the crowd cheers them on!

Harvey: We’re seeing the beginning of what will definitely be a very physical, aggressive match, just as the past two have been!

Chase: They both have gotta be a little banged up after last week’s Main Event…but Kurt’s already banged up in life, so he’s at more of a disadvantage!

They circle about the ring as the crowd goes on, before locking up. Blade once again moves behind Noble…but Noble catches him with an elbow to the chin! Blade stumbles back, but ducks a clothesline from Noble as he runs off the ropes. Blade rebounds…but right into an arm drag! He gets another from Noble, who applies an armbar on Blade! However, he pulls himself up, and slams Noble with a forearm, before sending Noble does and applying his own armbar! Noble twitches in pain, and raises his hand to tap out…but as Blade’s eyes get distracted, Noble uses his hand to roll forward, pull himself up, and when Blade moves forward, he gets thrown to the outside! Blade lands, but is quickly back, and begins to tear at the apron as Noble watches on from inside the ring!

Harvey: We’ve seen a much, much angrier side of Blade in the past few weeks. I can only imagine that this style of wrestling frustrates him. Noble is a technical wrestler while Blade prefers a power style…so staying grounded only helps Noble.

Chase: Too much Kurt Noble in your diet makes you sick! But hey, like we saw in the opening of the match, Blade can out-fight Kurt Noble…so Noble’s best bet is to just play dead!

The referee calls for Blade to get back in the ring, and he does. Noble raises his hand to lock-up…but Blade goes in, using the moment to tackle Noble’s right leg! Both men go down, and Blade pounds into Noble, who can barely defend himself. Blade backs up, and goes for a running knee lift, but Noblr ducks out of the ring! Noble looks winded already, and this time, it’s Blade with the taunting look on his face as Noble shakes his head. Noble climbs back in, but before he’s even in the ring, Blade runs in and stomps him down! He grabs Noble’s leg, and twists it until Noble goes back down! Blade turns Noble over and drops an elbow into the back of his knee, but Noble quickly grabs the nearby ropes before pressure can be applied! Blade backs off as Noble uses the ropes to pull himself up.

Harvey: Now we’re seeing some problems from Noble’s side of the match. Even in an all-out slugfest, Noble’s knee is going to keep him off-balance. The best move Blade can make, and is making, is keeping Noble up, and attacking that knee while he is.

Chase: Let’s just say…he’s a sharp one!

Blade moves…but gets caught with a hard chop to the chest from Noble! Noble pushes Blade into the corner and goes on a spree of slow chops, keeping Blade winded before Irish Whipping him into the opposite corner. Blade reverses, and moves in, but gets an elbow to the face! Noble tries to grab Blade, but Blade uses an impressive amount of strength to grab Noble, twist him in midair, and slam him down with a spinebuster! Blade then lifts up Noble for the RazorBlade (Argentine backbreaker rack dropped into a DDT), but Noble squirms down. Blade rushes in…but gets caught with a belly to belly suplex that sends him to the floor below! However, there’s no taunting this time as Noble quickly follows, laying into Blade with hard shots and chops!

Noble slams Blade’s head off the announce table, but Blade swings back with a hard elbow that catches Noble right in the eye! Noble stumbles back, and touches his eye, which now has a bit of blood near it. Blade grabs Noble, moves him back…and German suplexes him onto the announce table!!!

Harvey: What a move by Blade! It looks like we’re clearing out for the time being!

Chase: Surprised his thick skull didn’t break the table!

Blade rolls into the ring to stop the count as Noble falls off the table and onto the mats. Blade then rolls outside, grabs Noble, and throws him back in. Noble, who has a fairly decent cut above his eyes, tries to get up…but gets a running knee life for his efforts! Blade makes a pin…

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Blade keeps up the aggressive temp by standing up, and dropping a few elbow on Noble! He then lifts up Noble and drops him with a neckbreaker, angrily soaking in the boos he gets from the crowd! He lifts up Noble, whose face is slightly bloodied now, and shoves him around. Noble moves against the ropes, and Blade grabs his head before repeatedly bashing it again and again off the turnbuckle! The cut deepens, and Blade just keeps going! The referee finally yanks Blade away, getting both men covered in Noble’s blood!

Chase: Sure is a bleeder…

Harvey: Blade has sliced a definite cut on Noble’s eye thanks to that elbow earlier. Noble needs to hurry this match up before it split open even further!

Noble falls down into the corner, and Blade begins to use his boot to choke Noble out! Blade lifts up Noble, pounds on him for a bit…and then lifts him up for an inverted powerbomb…and slams his head right on the turnbuckle! Noble writhes in pain as Blade makes another pin…

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Kickout by Noble!

Blade begins to drive elbows into Noble’s head, not stopping as blood gets all over the canvas! Blade stands up, and Noble struggles to even pull himself up! However, a loud “NOBLE!” chant gets going, and Blade snarls at the crowd! He swings at Noble…who blocks it! Noble starts throwing his own chops, taking Blade off balance again! Noble shots gain strength, and Blade loses his footing! Blade trips, and Noble tries to lock in the Quixotic Lock (Ankle-lock)! However, Blade pushes Noble away, and when Nobles moves back in, he finds himself hitting the canvas from a flapjack! Noble rolls over, clearly exhausted from the intense match-up, but Blade can’t capitalize on a pin as he tries to regain his strength.

Harvey: Blade is absolutely decimating Noble with all those aggressive shots…but just a few chops from Noble is stopping Blade from winning this match-up! The way these two are slamming one another…you’d think they were arch-enemies!

Chase: They’re facing off in a match for the Undisputed Title in one month…they ARE arch-enemies!

Harvey: So you’re saying Gates and Noble are enemies too?

Chase: After this whole nonsense with the title being stolen…they’d be idiots not to be!

Blade gets up, and lifts up Noble, but Noble elbows Blade and goes for the Mark of Nobility (Inverted Olympic Slam)! However, Blade slips out in mid-air, and when Noble turns, he gets blasted with a jumping clothesline! Blade then grabs Noble, and positions him on the top rope. Blade tries to lift Noble on his shoulders for the RazorBlade, but Noble fights it and pushes Blade away! Blade stumbles, and when he gets back on the turnbuckle, Noble gets on the bottom rope and connects with a Mark of Nobility while Blade is on the ropes! Noble throws his arm over Blade…

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Kickout by Blade!

Harvey: Damn! That move could have broken Blade’s neck!

Chase: Noble’s getting sloppy after all the blood he’s lost…well, more sloppy…

Noble pulls himself up, and grabs Blade, trying to lock in the Dance with the Devil (Sharpshooter)! However, Blade spins, knocking Noble down by kicking his knee, and hen Blade locks in a sleeper-hold on Noble! Noble struggles, but quickly loses momentum! The referee checks Noble, whose hand gets dropped twice. He lifts it up for a third time…

But Noble keeps it in the air! He begins to will himself up as the crowd gets behind him, and eventually drives some hard elbows into the sternum of Blade! Noble turns, and German suplexes Blade! However, he cannot capitalize, and delays in getting up. Both men throw groggy shots at one another, but Blade gets the advantage! He runs off the ropes…but gets caught with a kick to the stomach, and then a spike DDT! Noble stands up, rolls over Blade…and locks in the Dance with the Devil! Blade begins to writhe in pain, but Noble holds on! Suddenly…Johnny Rebel walks out onto the stage with the Undisputed title!

Harvey: NO! Someone get that man out of here! He ruined this match last week, and that son of a bitch can’t be allowed to ruin it again!

Chase: I don’t know…Noble is in a good spot, so this is a perfect time to interfere…

Rebel walks down to ringside, and Noble drops the hold before Blade taps out. Noble’s eyes are locked on Blade, but more specifically…the Undispued Title! Noble wipes some blood from his eyes, and rolls out after Rebel! Rebel moves around the ring, and Noble follows as the referee yells at the two! Rebel rolls into the ring, just in time to be to eye with Blade! His eyes are angry as he stares down his “friend”…but suddenly, Rebel ducks as Noble runs in with a clothesline! Noble stumbles right into Blade, who lifts him up for the RazorBlade! But, Noble rolls off Blade’s shoulders and rolls him up!

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Winner: Kurt Noble

Harvey: Rebel may have just screwed up another ending to this match!

As the pin is done, Noble isn’t moving, having lost too much blood from the match. Blade stands up, and Rebel points down at Noble, yelling “Let’s get him now while we can!” However, Blade’s eyes are locked on one thing…the Undisputed Title.

Harvey: This could be a serious chance for Johnny Rebel and Blade to take a notch out of Kurt Noble before Rasslemania…but Blade isn’t focused on Noble…

Chase: Get out of there Johnny!

Blade stares down Rebel, who understands what’s going on. Rebel backs up, his hands held out in caution as Blade walks forward…but Rebel grabs the belt, and tries to level Blade with it! Blade ducks, and Rebel bounces off the ropes…right into a Razorblade from Blade! Blade takes the title, and looks over at Noble, who is on his feet, staring at the title!

Chase: There’s no CJ Gates to save Kurt Noble this time!

Harvey: I don’t think that has anything to do with it! Gates might still be resting from his match with Havok! But this is a dangerous situation for Noble…he promised Gates that he would get the belt back, but getting hurt now could end Noble’s chance at ever being the Undisputed Champion!

Blade stares at the belt…and Noble moves forward! Blade takes it in his hands, and clocks Noble with it, knocking him out! Blade stands over both the downed bodies of Noble and Rebel, as he raises the Undisputed title into the air!

Harvey: It looks like at the end of the night, Blade was the last man standing! He’s shown that he’s not Rebel’s lapdog, and proved that he could break Noble! Blade just made himself that much more dangerous for Rasslemania…

Chase: And now HE has the Undisputed Championship! Gates might never get that thing back!

Harvey: That’s it for tonight folks! It’s been one carnage filled night…and next Overdrive will be even worse as the Undisputed title match has turned into an all-out friendless battle!

Blade holds the title high as Overdrive ends.