Overdrive - Lexington, Kentucky (03/08/12)

[President Jeff]

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

Harvey: Welcome everyone to THE FINAL OVERDRIVE BEFORE RASSLEMANIA VIII

Chase: 17 days away from Rasslemania VIII, and tonight, the go home show, we can expect lots of excitement.

Harvey: Lets talk about the matches we have tonight. Our main event will be a tag team match featuring competitors from the main event at Rasslemania. CJ Gates and Kurt Noble take on Blade and Johnny Rebel

Chase: Also tonight, we have a champion vs. Champion rematch from a few weeks ago with Terry Marvin taking on John Dionysus

Harvey: Also tonight, a contract signing between Nathaniel Havok and President Jeff for their match at Rasslemania

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

Harvey: I’ve gotten word that Level One and Sally Talfourd are also here tonight. it’s a jam packed show, so lets not waste any more time and go to the ring

"Bulls on Parade" by Rage Against the Machine begins to play and the fans burst into boos as Blade comes walking out from the back with the APW Undisputed title around his waist. He pauses at the top of the ramp and soaks up all of the boos before strutting down the ramp with a smirk on his face. He climbs into the ring and gets a microphone before unhooking the title and resting it on his shoulder.

Blade: Well, looks like I proved everyone wrong.

The fans continue to boo as Blade walks around the ring.

Blade: Last week, everyone probably thought that there would be no way I would hold this title. Everyone didn't believe that I was in this match for anything more than to sell tickets. But I proved them all wrong. Even Johnny Rebel was shown the truth when I stood tall at the end of Overdrive with the APW Undisputed title in my hands.

Blade smirks wider as he stops walking.

Blade: It's just a taste of things to come. At this point last year, everyone was throwing me under the rug, they were running me down and calling me a has been. But now? Now, I hold on to this. Now, I stand a great chance to walk out of Rasslemania with the APW Undisputed title in my grasp. And there's nothing anyone can do about it. And tonight? Tonight I stamp that fact home when I dominate that tag team match, and show Johnny Rebel just which one of us was used as the pawn in this chess game.

The fans boo some more, but their boos quickly turn to cheers as "Shooting Star" by Black Stone Cherry begins to play and the true APW Undisputed champion C.J. Gates comes out from the back. He stares down at Blade for a few moments before beginning to make his way down the ramp, tagging hands with a few of the fans before climbing up the ring steps and stepping in between the ropes.

C.J. Gates: It's nice to hear you speak so highly of yourself, Blade, but as far as I am concerned, you are in way over your head. You think you've earned that title in your hands? Wrong. You haven't done anything more than Kurt Noble or Johnny Rebel did. All you did was steal that title from me. All everyone has done is steal that title from me. And I've had enough of it!

The fans cheer as Gates paces back and forth, always keeping his eyes on Blade.

C.J. Gates: I'd give you the out to do the right thing and have me that title back, Blade, but I know that you would never take the high road. You didn't before, and I know you won't right now. It's not in your mind to do that, is it?

Blade smirks at Gates.

C.J. Gates: I've won that title through battle once, and Blade, you and I both know that I am certainly not afraid to do that again. So I'll give you five seconds before the only stamp these fans see is me hitting you with the Stamp of Approval!

The fans burst into more cheers as Gates takes a step toward Blade. Before anything happens, "I Will Not Bow" by Breaking Benjamin begins to play as Kurt Noble walks out onto the stage with his cane. He pauses at the top of the ramp as both Blade and Gates watch him make his way down the toward the ring. He slowly gets into the ring and walks around both Blade and Gates, all three men keeping their eyes on one another. Noble eventually grabs a microphone and stops beside Gates.

Noble: Weren’t expecting to see me after you bashed me face in, were you? Gates has a point, Blade. He's earned that title that you stole. He's done battle for that belt and the fact that it's been stolen from him is no excuse.

Blade smiles and shakes his head.

Blade: You were the first one to steal it!

Noble hesitates and looks over at Gates who returns the look.

Noble: As I mentioned last week, I did so to keep the title away from you and Johnny. I wanted to make sure that it went to it's proper home with the true champion. If it weren't for Rebel, that would have actually happened.

Noble turns to face Gates.

Noble: And this week, I am looking to make up for everything that happened that week. Tonight, when we team up against Rebel and Blade, I want you to know right now that I have your back. That you have my trust. I won't throw you under the bus just to get ahead. Lets put what happened in the past, Ceej, let's make sure that Rebel and Blade get what's coming to them.

Noble extends his hand to Gates as Blade looks on, shaking his head. Gates looks out to the crowd who are cheering him on.

Noble: What do you say?

Gates hesitates a bit more.

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"Smoke on the Water" begins to play as Johnny Rebel struts out from the back to a loud ovation of boos. He spreads his arms out at the top of the ramp to soak them all up. He begins to walk down the ramp with a microphone in his hand.

Rebel: What is there left to say? I’ve been in the back listening to your load of bull for the past ten minutes and I can’t take it anymore! You can’t really believe the horsecrap that he’s slinging, can you? He stole your title! He knocked me down and took it and didn’t give it back for an entire week!

Noble: And then you did the same thing the week after.

Rebel: That's beside the point. What matters is what happens at Rasslemania. And as I'm sure everyone here in Lexington, Kentucky can agree with, we all know that the best man in this fatal four way is right here. Simply put, none of you have what it takes to beat me.

Rebel climbs up the ring steps and steps through the ropes, stepping forward toward the three men.

Rebel: After Rasslemania, you will all be bowing down to the new APW Undisputed champion. ME! Johnny Rebel! Everything will change after that, you will all see, and it continues tonight when I dominate that match. By the time the final bell rings, people will be asking why are we even having this match? Rebel is head and shoulders above everyone else! It’s not like they aren’t already asking… who is Blade anyway?

Not long after Rebel finishes, Blade clocks him with the APW Undisputed title, knocking the former Overdrive champion down.

Harvey: Looks like that alliance is no more.

Chase: It's a trap! Don't worry, they know what they're doing.

Noble and Gates take this opportunity to move in, both attacking Blade causing him to drop the APW Undisputed title. Noble begins to lay boots to Rebel while Gates stomps away on Blade. Noble has Rebel up and sets him up for the Noble Neckbreaker, but Rebel punches his way out of it and slips through the ropes, landing on the outside. On the other side of the ring, Gates has knocked Blade down with an enziguiri, and Blade rolls out of the ring on the opposite side from Rebel. Gates and Noble are left standing in the ring, looking at both of their opponents and backing their way into the middle of the ring.

Chase: Just wait. Noble will eventually get his licks in on Gates!

Harvey: I wouldn't be so quick to judge Noble like that.

The two men bump into each other and turn around to face one another, sizing each other up. After a few moments and some cheers, Gates extends his hand to Noble, but Noble shakes his head.

Chase: See! I told you!

Noble picks up the Undisputed title and hands it to Gates to a huge pop from the crowd.

Harvey: You were saying?

Rebel and Blade fume on the outside as Noble raises Gates' arm high in the air. Gates then climbs one of the near turnbuckles and raises his title high into the air as Kurt Noble looks on, his eyes locked firmly on the APW title.

Harvey: Tonight is going to be an explosive night, Chase, as we see these four men pair off in the main event tag team match!

Chase: Once Gates gets his ass handed to him again, it will be perfect!

Gates continues to celebrate as Overdrive goes backstage.

The scene goes back stage in the locker room of Yarmouth were he is seen talking to his father. Yarmouth is in his wrestling gear and Dad is in his Grey suite and a crimson tie with Yarmouth written on it.

Dad: That's how you win matches son, What a win last week for you son, That should build your confidence know end.

Yarmouth: Thanks Dad, Cobra should never have laughed in my face the week before and now he paid the price, Cobra, You will think twice on laughing at guys who have just lost a match next time keep your mouth shut.

Dad: Now tonight you have a match against Warren Peace, Watch out for this kid son he's just come out of the tag division and is looking to make a name for him self and that's starting with you son.

Yarmouth: Ah don't worry about him Dad he's gonna get what's coming to him, Warren will wish he had his buddy to help him out in the tag division after I have finished with him he will wish he was back in the tag division.

Dad: I like what your saying son but don't make the mistake of being too confident that is were you make a mistake, Just concentrate on getting the job done and you will win and win well.

Yarmouth: Don't worry Dad I have this match covecrimson Warren Peace will not know what has hit him. I will get my second win and will remain undefeated for a very long time here on overdrive and President Jeff will have know option but to give me a title shot.

Dad: That's my boy, Now lets get down to the tactics for tonight's match, You have made me proud of you son.

Yarmouth and Dad continue to have there confiscation as the scene fades to commercial

[President Jeff]

Harvey: And what better way to kick off the last Overdrive before Rasslemania than a match that you said earlier was something of a proving ground, Chase.

Chase: Certainly, both those men have sort of lost their way in APW as of late and a win here tonight is certain to boost what I can only imagine is their flagging confidence as we had to Rasslemania.

Harvey: So with that mental game in mind, let's toss it over to the lovely Paige for our first introduction.

“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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing First, From Pittsburg Pennsylvania. Weighing in at 200 pounds, WARREN PEACE!

Harvey: And there he is, the former half of a tag team champion, coming off the back off the rather humiliating loss at the hands of the debuting Bearded Dragon last week.

Chase: And you have to know that's what's driving him here tonight, he'll be out for revenge and to avenge his name. However, Yarmouth is certainly a tall task if he wishes to do that here tonight.

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 lights go down in the arena and a red spot light spans all over the crowd as they boo loudly. A red mist forms at the top of the ramp followed by red and white pyrotechnics blasting of at the top of the stage.

Paige: And introducing his opponent, accompanied to the ring by his father, he hails from New York, New York... he is Yarrrrrrrrrrrrmouthhhhhhhhh!

Chase: Paige sounding a little piratey in that introduction.

Harvey: Regardless of her pirate tendency, you have to be impressed by Yarmouth, after losing the rights to the name Blade, he's been spurred in and continues to improve in the ring week upon week.

Chase: No doubt, Peace is in an uphill struggle here, he needs to be careful or he could be looking at another loss on this very eve.

“I Don't Care About You” by Fear rages out of the arena speakers and Yarmouth comes out with his father behind him. Yarmouth swaggers down the ramp ignoring the fans and climbs into the ring with his face looking ice cold, not letting his gaze wander from Warren Peace for a single second.

Chase: I'd hate to make a prediction here, I think we should let the action speak for itself.

Warren Peace vs. Yarmouth

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The match begins as many a match does with the initial feeling out process. Peace realising that he is at a distinct size disadvantage tries to taunt Yarmouth into making the first move but Yarmouth doesn't bite. Yarmouth begins jawing away at Peace, pointing to his own father at ringside, driving Peace to make the first attack. He tosses himself towards Yarmouth but meets a boot to his face for his trouble. The boot appears to have no initial effect as Peace bounces back to his feet and goes for a second lunge only to meet the boot again. Peace again is quick to bounce back up to his feet but only to rest in the corner for a second and reground.

Harvey: You have to say that Yarmouth got into Peace's mind there.

Chase: Given Warren's family history, I think just the very presence of Yarmouth's own father at ringside is enough to drive the man into a rage.

Peace continues to rest up in the corner but Yarmouth decides he's had enough of Peace's time out and storms towards the corner, looking to take off Peace's head with a clothesline. Peace isn't stunned enough however and manages to dodge out of the Yarmouth's oncoming onslaught. Yarmouth rams himself chest first into the top and middle turnbuckles, withdrawing all the air from his body as he does so. Peace is smart enough to pick up on this opening and goes to roll up the larger Yarmouth.

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Chase: Great ring awareness shown by Peace there, he has to play this kind of game with Yarmouth because he can't win by trying to outpower the guy.

Harvey: I have to concur with you partner, Peace is no slouch in the ole strategy domain. However, quick actions by themselves are not enough to keep Yarmouth off his feet as shown by his easy power out of the pin.

Yarmouth easily powers out of the pin and rolls back up to his feet as his father begins to slap the ring apron on the outside in attempts to rouse his son into getting his head into the game. Peace tries to stay on the attack with a flurry of left and ring jabs to Yarmouth but they don't appear to draining to much of Yarmouth's energy, leaving only a tired Warren Peace. Peace changes gears, bouncing off the ropes and looking for a clothesline of his own, he smacks Yarmouth with all of his might with a lariat but it doesn't manage to put Yarmouth down. He bounces off the ropes and nails Yarmouth with a second and Yarmouth begins to sway while not going down to the mat. Satisfied that a third strike will do the job, Peace bounces off the ropes again, however this time Yarmouth's father grabs Peace's leg and trips him, sending Peace face first to the mat.

Chase: Turns out Yarmouth's dear father is a sneaky gent. You have to be careful of dad's like that, they'll tear you down if you stand in their son's way and he's certainly proven that right here.

Harvey: Mr. Yarmouth if that is indeed his real name, is just lucky the referee was tied up with his staggering son or he'd have been sent to the back.

Yarmouth bursts past the referee and begins to stomp away at the neck of the tripped up Warren Peace. He flips Peace over and delivers a few stiff boots to the gut of Peace before finally grabbing him by the hair and pulling him back to his feet. Peace starts to throw punches to the gut of Yarmouth to try and break away from the hair pulling ways of the 6 foot 9er. Peace manages to create distance between himself and Yarmouth with a good few more punches but the minute he creates the gap, Yarmouth drives a knee right into the sternum of Peace. Peace begins gasping for air but Yarmouth doesn't let up his attack, grabbing Yarmouth by the throat. Peace tries to struggle free from the grip but after a few moments without much success, Yarmouth lift him up and drills him to the mat with a brutal chokeslam. Yarmouth drops down and hooks Peace's leg while his father cheers on from ringside.

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Harvey: It just wasn't enough, Yarmouth just can't seem to put Warren Peace away.

Chase: As we predicted, both these men want to establish some momentum in APW and their trying to ensure they gain that momentum here tonight.

Yarmouth looks frustrated at Peace's kick out and begins to argue with the referee. He almost gets into fisticuff but his father begins shouting to let cooler heads prevail. Yarmouth shakes out of his funk just as Peace gets back up to his feet. He goes back over to Peace and grabs him by the hair again, dragging him towards to turnbuckle. Using his power advantage he hoists Peace up, sitting him on the top rope. In the blink of an eye, he drives Peace back down to the ring with a top rope Last Ride. Peace looks out cold and Yarmouth drops down for the pin.

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Winner: Yarmouth [/center]

Paige: Here is your winner..... YARRRRRRRRRRRRRRMOUTHHHH!

Chase: You have to give Yarmouth credit, that was an impressive display by the lad here tonight.

Harvey: And no one looks happier than his own father.

Yarmouth's dad rolls in to the ring and hugs his son, quickly followed by raising his hand in the air as Warren Peace lays out cold on the mat.

Cindy Shannon is standing a long side a geeky looking young man with a microphone in hand.

Cindy Shannon: Hello, I'm Cindy Shannon and today I'm joined by the man closest to the former APW Undisputed Champion, Level-One! Andrew Meltzer, it's great to talk to you!

Andrew Meltzer: A pleasure to be here. Thanks for giving me for the floor! Tonight debuts my first pilot segment 2 minutes with Andrew! And today, we're talking MONSTERBRAWL V and the invasion brought on by Level-One and Sally Talfourd!

MONSTERBRAWL V footage rolls and shows both Level-One and Sally Talfourd falling off the scaffold through a steel roof and then crashing through a stack of tables. It then shows Level-One on top of a steel ladder before Sally Talfourd runs up a second ladder leaning against it; ripping down the contract with an outstretched hand to Level-One's shock and awe.

Andrew Meltzer: For those unaware a few days ago Level-One and Sally invaded a rival promotion MONSTEBRAWL (V) owned by the Sindicate. While their they were challenged to a 3 on 2 handicap ladder match with the stipulation that if either Level-One or Sally Talfourd could retrieve the contract high above the ring they would free themselves from Sindicate ownership.

Cindy Shannon: The outcome was a shocking.

Andrew Meltzer: It was indeed. The Sindicate seemed to be one step ahead because Felipe Deloren and the LeWinter sisters did very little to win the match. The stipulation only seemed to put a strain on the relationship between the dynamic duo as Sally Talfourd would steal the contract from right underneath the nose of Level-One freeing herself from the sindicate and leaving Level-One in the dirt.

Cindy Shannon: Any word from either parties?

Andrew Meltzer: None, Cindy. Though, I can imagine Level-One isn't happy in the least bit after being so considerate of his ally. How this will effect their alliance has yet to be seen but word has it; President Jeff has an offer neither party can confuse that may help unite them stronger then ever!

Cindy Shannon: Ten seconds... anything else?

Andrew Meltzer: I LOVE YOU MOM

Cindy Shannon awkwardly turns and looks at Andrew Meltzer who's waving his hands and blowing kisses at the camera and we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

We come back from Commercial and Yarmouth is walking backstage with his Dad and is stopped by President Jeff.

Jeff: Can I have a quick word Yarmouth

Yarmouth: Sure Boss.

Jeff: Listen Yarmouth, I’ve been watching you for the past couple months. Each week you get better and better. And with Rasslemania coming up, and where I’m a man who likes to give people opportunity. I’m going to give you an opportunity at Rasslemania.

Yarmouth’s Dad: You hear that son, your hard work is paying off.

Yarmouth: So what Title match am I getting?

Jeff: Hold on a second, I never said title match, I said opportunity. Yarmouth, I’m making you a member of Team Overdrive at Rasslemaina to take on Team Asylum. You do well in that match, and good things could happen.

Yarmouth: Wow, thanks boss.

Jeff: Now if you excuse me, I have other matters to attend.

Jeff walks away as Yarmouth and his dad smile.



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.

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

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

Paige: Introducing his opponent: from Calgary, Alberta; he weighs 190lbs...CHRIS HART!

Chris flips off the rope and stares down his opponent, waiting for the bell to start the match.

Singles Match
Chris Hart vs. Dusk

First engagement is a collar-elbow tie-up with Dusk slipping Hart into a side headlock. Hart drives towards the ropes from the headlock position and as both men makes connect Hart uses the momentum to roll backwards and pull Dusk with him, slipping out the head lock into a roll-up. The ref is down quickly to make the count but Dusk kicks out on the count of one and half. Both men are on their feet and come together in another tie-up which again results in Dusk applying a side headlock, and again Hart tries to fight his opponent off. Dusk spins around Hart and tries to transition from the headlock into an attempted hammerlock, but Hart drops down to his knees quickly and uses his momentum to counter with a hip toss which Dusk rolls through and quickly gets to his feet again. There is applause from the crowd to show their appreciation for the early exchange of offense and counter-offense.

Harvey: Two evenly matched wrestlers in this one. I expect a close tussle.

Chase: They are so evenly matched; I think there is barely anything between them.

Harvey: You’re right Johnny, they are exactly the same weight, but Dusk is just one inch shorter than Chris Hart, and they even seem to have a similar wrestling style.

Chase: This one may come down then to who has the better experience.

Dusk charges at Chris Hart and gets taken down with an arm drag. Dusk is quickly and Hart takes him down with another arm drag. Dusk rolls through and tries a quick counter attack but it’s a third arm drag, performed with technical precision, from Chris Hart who then follows up with a Busaiki knee kick that knocks Dusk clean through the ropes to the outside. There is another applause, this time for Chris Hart.

Hart slides out of the ring and leans Dusk against the ring apron unloading several very stiff open palm strikes to the face of his opponent. Hart slides Dusk back into the ring and climbs to the top rope. Dusk gets to his feet and Hart leaps into the air looking for a cross body block which connects but Dusk has the wherewithal the roll through with the momentum so that he ends up covering Chris Hart...

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Harvey: That was a neat reversal by Dusk.

Chase: Did you just use the word ‘neat’ on a wrestling show.

Harvey: Yeah, it was a neat reversal.

Chase: What’s that sound? Oh, it’s just my dork alarm sounding off.

Both men get to their feet, Dusk tries to whip Hart but gets countered into a flapjack face first onto the top rope. Dusk stumbles away in a groggy state, Hart runs behind him and plants him with a one-hand bulldog and makes the cover attempt...

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Hart picks up Dusk and tries to hit the Hart Break (backflip three-quarter facelock falling inverted DDT, e.g. Shiranui, e.g. Sliced Bread #2) but Dusk counters and Hart is flipped over his opponents shoulders from the turnbuckle. Hart lands on his feet though runs straight at his opponent only to be dropped with a running roundhouse kick. Another pin attempt but Hart kicks out again on two.

Harvey: Well Hart walked right into that one.

Chase: Yeah, he went for his finishing move, it didn’t quite come off that time.

Dusk lifts Hart and takes control with an arm wrench, which a twists with a stiff shank, sending pain shooting through Hart’s shoulder. Hart tries to break the hold with a forward roll, but Dusk has it locked in well and pulls Hart into his and maintaining his control with toe kick to the ribs, which is then worked into a shoulder lock. Dusk adds to the lock by driving his knee into Hart’s shoulder blade several times. Dusk holds this for about twenty seconds, sapping the energy from Hart who is fighting the pain and then transitions into a dragon sleeper. Dusk drags Hart to the centre of the ring and applies a rear leg scissors to the body and it means Hart is going nowhere – the choke is a threat to his consciousness, the way his torso is being racked means his abdomen burns with pain.

Harvey: Hart has himself in a spot of trouble now. I can’t say I speak from experience but that leg scissors dragon sleeper doesn’t look particularly painful.

Chase: Dusk obviously taking inspiration here from the legendary Jushin Liger.

It doesn’t take long for Hart to start fading and the ref does a check on Hart by lifting his arm and dropping Hart’s arm to the mat.

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Dusk lifts Hart and tries a middle kick, but Hart catches his leg, Dusk tries to follow this with an enziguri but Hart ducks and Dusk’s momentum from the swing of his hips means he now has his back to Hart. Hart leaps onto Dusk’s shoulders and rolls forward into a victory roll...

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Both men get to their feet quickly but Hart is agile and quick and hits a hurricanrana into a pin position...

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Harvey: Fantastic athleticism and agility by Chris Hart, he may just be one or two significant moves from victory.

Hart lifts Dusk, kicks him in the gut to double him over. Hart grabs Dusk’s head and place it over his shoulder in a jawbreaker position, Hart runs to the ropes and does a springboard backflip, all the while holding Dusk’s head and driving his head into the mat to complete the Hart Break. Hart reaches across and hooks on of Dusk’s legs...

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Winner: Chris Hart

Hart gets to his feet and the ref lifts his arm in the air as he is announced the winner by Nicky Paige. Hart moves across to a turnbuckle and celebrates in much the same way he entered the ring.

Harvey: In the end Chris Hart was just a little bit too good for Dusk.

Chase: I suppose when you think Chris Hart pushed Johnny Rebel all the way last week, it isn’t so big a surprise he won tonight.

The camera cuts to Hart celebrating in the aisle with some fans, signing autographs and whatnot.

The scene opens backstage in one the many rooms inside the Rupp Arena where John Dionysus is going through his final preparations for his match against Terry Marvin later in the show. With Dionysus is his agent Vern Wheeler. It is unusual for Wheeler to be at a show, and Dionysus is himself a little bit curious.

Dionysus: So why are you here again?

Wheeler: I know how things have been going recently, I’m just here to make sure you’re okay and to watch your back.

Dionysus gives Wheeler a peculiar look. If he had to make a list of people he wanted to watch his back, Wheeler would not be on that list.

Wheeler: I thought I could accompany you to ringside, make sure nothing goes down to stop you being focussed on your match.

Dionysus: No offense Vern, but I don’t want you at ringside.

Wheeler: Somebody needs to look out for you. What if Michael Harris tries something tonight?

Dionysus: And if he does, what exactly do you think you are going to do about it?

Wheeler shrugs his shoulders defensively, he knows there is nothing he can say.

Dionysus: Vern, if Michael Harris decides he wants to make an appearance during my match it is probably going to be a war out there. I know what you’re saying, but if that is what’s going down tonight you don’t want to be anywhere near it. Just leave Michael Harris to me.

Wheeler tries to speak but Dionysus cuts him off.

Dionysus: If he comes looking for a fight tonight, that is exactly what he is going to get.

Dionysus grabs his Xtreme Championship belt and walks out, the camera pans back to Wheeler who has a pensive look on his face.

[President Jeff]

We're backstage in Keaton Saint's locker room as Saint prepares for his match later tonight with Michael Harris. Saint nods to the camera as he continues to do stretches before pointing the camera towards his right. The camera focuses on the CWC Hardcore championship before panning back to Saint.

Keaton Saint: It's not often you'll see this title on APW television, but the fact that it is here with me is a symbol of what I'm capable of. I am a champion, I have a hardcore spirit coursing through my veins and that makes me capable of doing great things. When Terry Marvin made the call for our match to have the stipulation we all know about I had to wonder about something.

Saint picks up the Hardcore title and displays it to the camera.

Keaton Saint: Is Terry Marvin the only person in APW that doesn't know what I can do? Has he become so dense since abandoning the fans that he's willing to put himself in a situation like this with me, a man who doesn't have THAT word in his vocabulary? Because I'm hardcore, I've been through hell to achieve what I have done and I'm here to do it all again tonight. Terry Marvin wanted to send me a message last week, I'm going to send a statement to him tonight through Michael Harris.

Saint puts the CWC Hardcore title down and clasps his hands together.

Keaton Saint: Michael Harris is a hell of an opponent and for a moment I truly believed I had no way out from his onslaught but when the bell rang to end the match, he was the one beaten. The so-called "Untouchable One" wanted to make an impact last week and he got that in spades. Dionysus took a beating, I had to survive and then we both conquered what Harris and Marvin brought to the match. Tonight we get to do it again in two matches, the message will be loud and clear because tonight the Patron Saint of Wrestling will march once again!

Just then, Terry Marvin bursts through the door and walks right into Saint's face! The two have a intense staredown as Marvin displays his Overdrive title prominently to both Saint and the camera.

Keaton Saint: I didn't hear you knock.

Terry Marvin: Cut your crap! You wanted your title shot and you got it in the same place you're going to be at Rasslemania. Crawling, embarrassed, begging for mercy and KISSING the tip of my boot like the whore that you are!

Keaton Saint: And yet you still feel the need to compensate for your lack of--

Terry Marvin: For my lack of what? From where I'm standing you have to be compensating for something because you DON'T measure up to my standards. I beat Level One, you couldn't even make it to the ring in time!

Keaton Saint: And look at who helped you--

Marvin puts his hand in front Saint's mouth, Saint responds by shaking his head and laughing slightly.

Terry Marvin: Quiet, a REAL man is speaking. Ever since you signed that contract you've been looking for something definitive. You have been looking for that one thing that would MAKE you in APW. The funny thing is you've been trying to get yourself over the wall at my expense, you had to push and push for this to happen Saint and I will not be held accountable for the MASSIVE list of injuries you WILL have by the end of Rasslemania.

Keaton Saint: You can stand there and claim it all you like but you know I've got your number.

Terry Marvin: All you have is the number I give out to the bitches who ALL want a taste of the Real show. You have NO idea what I'm capable of Saint, but I know everything I need to about you. You're just an imitation of the real article, you're just a Pinocchio trying to become a real boy but there ain't no Geppetto to make you one. I'm the real deal around here because I hold a REAL goddamn title in APW, I didn't have to pin you but you best believe that I BEAT you to hold this.

Saint begins tapping the Overdrive title held over Marvin's shoulder.

Keaton Saint: Guess what Marvin, you can't beat me. You couldn't do it last week, you couldn't do it to hold that title and you will not do it at Rasslemania. There's a very good reason I'm the one standing here making a promise whilst you're just here barging in to make a few empty threats.

Terry Marvin: Oh I'm more than just a threat Saint. Unlike you I can stand toe-to-toe with the best in APW and beat them. Unlike you I am free of the crap from the fans and I have proven myself to be a dominant athlete in APW. Unlike you, I had a standout performance at survive and Conquer and didn't get myself thrown out as soon as I made it to the ring. Unlike you, I can get more action with my left nut than you ever have or ever will. And most of all...

Marvin points to the CWC Hardcore title.

Terry Marvin: ...Most of all, I didn't have to go to Disneyland Florida to get a title around my waist. You're the one compensating here, you're the one who NEEDS this match and I am the one who will show everyone in Indianapolis what it means to go 500 laps with the Real Show.

Keaton Saint: That's some glorious propaganda Marvin, I hope you believe it.

Terry Marvin: Time is ticking down Saint and when it strikes midnight the only thing you'll be the patron of is kissing my ass!

Marvin turns to exit as the camera follows him out.

Terry Marvin: And that is the REAL DEAL!

The camera turns back to Saint who smirks slightly.

Keaton Saint: And that is a real sign of a deluded man.

Saint continues with his stretches as we cut away from his locker room.

Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall!

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"

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 cutthroat taunt, then turns his attention to his opponent.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in tonight at 198 pounds, from the Pine Barrens of Southern New Jersey, The Bearded Dragon!

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

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in tonight at 210 pounds, from a shallow grave, “The King of the Dead” Donovan Caine!

The Bearded Dragon vs. “The King of the Dead” Donovan Caine

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The two competitors tie up in the middle of the ring, and Caine uses his slight weight advantage to back his opponent into the corner. One he has her backed up, Caine knees the Dragon in the midsection, and begins to unload with a series of punches in the corner, pummeling his opponent as he does everything he can to get his hands up to defend himself. Caine isn’t satisfied with the attack and lifts up Dragon to his feet before driving his boot in to the extended kneecap of his opponent. Dragon goes crumpling to the mat and lands in a seated position as Caine continues his onslaught with several boots to to the chest of his opponent. Caine grabs ahold of the top rope, and jumps up while kicking his legs back and swinging in, pumping his legs forward to drive both feet in to the face of the Bearded Dragon. Caine drags him by the legs away from the ropes and goes for a quick pin…

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Harvey: Caine is showing that ruthless attitude that he’s quickly becoming known for here in the APW!

Chase: I love it!

Caine stays on the attack, pulling up the Dragon by his head, and whips him towards the ropes. He ducks the attempted clothesline from Donovan, and on the rebound, nails him with a clean dropkick to the temple of his opponent. Caine drops to the mat, and the Dragon follows his dropkick up with an immediate legdrop across the throat of Caine! He pulls him back up, driving his arm in to the throat of Caine with a few Europeon uppercuts. Dragon slings him over with an armdrag takedown and holds on, twisting the arm with his knee pressed up against Caine’s face. He wrenches backwards as Donovan screams out in pain before the Bearded Dragon lets up, while keeping hold of the arm and runs over to the turnbuckle. He uses the turnbuckle pads as springboards, running up each one and finally landing on the top rope where he drops to his bottom and does a backwards flip and uses his momentum to fling Caine over his head. Caine slides out of the ring as the Dragon keeps up the attack by diving over the top rope with a suicide plancha.

Harvey: Wait a second! What are they doing here?

As soon as the Bearded Dragon can get back to his feet, he’s met by three men-representing Asylum at RassleMania. Matt Matlock, Isamu Suzuki and Alioth Starre are ringside and pummeling both Overdrive superstars.

Chase: Team Asylum is here and wrecking havoc on Overdrive!

Matlock whips Donovan Caine in to the steel steps face first, which causes him to front flip, holding his knees in pain. Isamu and Starre are working over the Bearded Dragon on the apron, with Starre wrapping Dragon’s arms in the ropes and Isamu delivering some stiff kicks to the chest and finally to the head of the masked megastar. The overly pro-Overdrive crowd is letting the three know what they think about them before they erupt in cheers as Chris Hart, Warren Peace and Yarmouth come sprinting out from the back.

Harvey: Team Overdrive is here!

Hart immediately shoots in towards Starre as they begin trading haymakers on the outside of the ring. Yarmouth grabs Isamu down off the apron and while grabbing him by the waist, powerbombs him off the apron and on to the outside floor. Peace and Matlock brawl over towards the announce table until Peace gets his hands on the timekeeper’s chair and clocks Matlock over the head with it. All six men have ended up in the same general area as security is trying to break the brawl up. Peace swings the chair wildly, and staves off the team from Asylum as they retreat up the entrance ramp slowly with APW security standing in between all six men. Team Overdrive waves for the fans approval in the ring and points towards the fleeing team from Asylum.

Paige: This match has been declared a no-contest!

Harvey: I can’t wait to see Team Overdrive take on Team Asylum at RassleMania in just a few weeks! It’s a shame we won’t get a winner here tonight between the Bearded Dragon and Donovan Caine!

Chase: It’s almost as if neither man showed up at all, Darren!


Level-One is sitting backstage alone watching the footage from several days ago at MONSTEBRAWL V. Over and over again he rewinds the clip watching as Sally Talfourd run up the ladder and ultimately stealing his key to freedom right underneath him. Unbeknownst to him, Sally Talfourd comes skipping into his lockeroom.

Sally Talfourd: Hey Lester! What are you watching there?

Sally Talfourd inquires with suspicion but he quickly shuts off the television and casting away his bitterness as he merely offers a smile.

Level-One: Oh, nothing.

Sally Talfourd: Right. **Sally Talfourd puts her hands on her hips** So, I have some great news! President Jeff was so impressed with our efforts at MONSTERBRAWL V that he has granted us a shot at the tag team titles against the studdmuffins here tonight! Isn't that awesome!?

Level-One: Yeah, absolutely splendid.

Sally Talfourd could sense the sarcasm and overall mood shift in Level-One. At this point the once preppy tone she had about the situation quickly disappeared.

Sally Talfourd: You don't sound too excited.

Level-One: Well, it doesn't sound like an undisputed championship title shot now, does it?

Sally Talfourd: Why does everything have to be about main events and world championship titles with you? Why can't we go out there tonight and have some fun for a change?

He didn't respond. Sally rolled her eyes and sighed.

Sally Talfourd: This doesn't have anything to do with what happened at MONSTERBRAWL V, does it?

Level-One: What? No. Of course not.

He denied in factly. Yeah, he's a bad liar. Sally began to play with her hair.

Sally Talfourd: Lester, you OWE me this one. This entire sindicate situation had -nothing- to do with me but you managed to drag me in and I helped you out when I didn't have to. Now I'm -asking- you to come out to the ring with me and wrestle a single match to the best of your ability and we'll take things from there.

Level-One stops, pauses and thinks about it; before caving in to Sally Talfourds request as he stands up from his bench.[/color]

Level-One: Fine. We'll do it, alright? Though, after tonight you can consider us equal. Let's go out there and give the studdmuffins a run for their money and show them how the undisputed champions handle their business.

Sally Talfourd: Yay!

Sally Talfourd is about to hug Level-One but she catches herself. Level-One snarls and watches Sally who turns around and skips out of his lockeroom. He follows along with reluctance and disinterest while his eyes void of it's usual sparkle.

Harvey: I can’t believe it, The Studdmuffins Verses Level One and Sally Talfourd For the APW Tag Titles later on tonight!!

Overdrive goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

The lights went out around the arena and as they did a mass hysteria hit the fans. Most were not used to this and others were just freaked out by the possibilities of what could happen in the darkness without them knowing, and that was when the action-tron burst to static. The unknowing feeling followed the fans as the static continued for a long while, the announcers, confused and hoping to speak about what was going on, would find their microphones muted. They would not console the fans. Out of the static emerged a symbol, a symbol which for a long time had only been worn by one individual in professional wrestling, and as the fans viewed it in all of its' splendor they realized that they were about to be spirited away to a place far away from all their turmoils. Because this was the time, this was the place, and this was their champion. The symbol of the Reaper, emblazoned in gold and red, different colors, but the same meaning, brought hope to the oceans of fans who were seeking something more.

The symbol exploded and as soon as the darkness had consumed the arena, it disappeared, and was instead replaced with that female voice that they acquainted with the coming of their savior.

"Baby don't fear the reaper..."

Pyrotechnics went off all around the action-tron as "Dying Breed" by Five Finger Death Punch blared loudly to a chorus of cheers. Out from the back, adorned in a black shirt, and a pair of jeans, the Triple Crown Champion emerged to hear the crowd absorb the sounds of his new intro, an intro he had handpicked to represent what was happening in his eyes. The death of true entertainment. He marched down to the ring, slapping hands, and enjoying the fan's company by signing autographs. To him it was like he had never left and maybe he hadn't. Maybe he had hid for this long far from the eyes of the fans to prepare himself for what must be done. The fans didn't care if he had left, all they cared about was that he was back, and that Rasslemania VIII signs hung from the rafters.

Pence paused, for that was his name, and looked at the fans as he stood on the steel steps leading to the ring, for a second he teased the fans, but then moved forward, stepping into a ring surrounded by the greatest fans in the world. APW fans. For a second, the fans were ecstatic, like a group of kids getting a fix of candy from their loving parents, and who was Pence to deny them that. He was their champion and as he stood there and let them revel, the microphone in his hand remained unused. After a while, Pence put it to his lips, and uttered the familiar phrase.

Pence: Ladies and gentlemen...good evening.

The fans roared again as Pence paced around the ring, a big grin splayed across his face showing his pleasure at being back, and his excitement at riling up the fans like old times.

Pence: That's right good evening, because you know from this point on there is only one thing people will be on Facebook, youtube, the APW message boards, and Twitter talking about...and let me tell you it won't be Sally Tallfourd's alleged sex scandal or talks of Lester Only's drug abuse issues. No it will be about the return...about the only thing that matters right now is the return of the People's champ! Pence Weatherlight is back and he is bigger, better, faster, and stronger than he has ever been.

The fans cheer some more, as Pence's grin grew wider.

Pence: For those of you who don't know your champion...I forgive you, I haven't been around, and can't hold such things against you. So let me introduce myself to the next generation of APW fans...I am Pence Weatherlight! Look me up, use your fingers to look on your smart phones, and find my name...look up the youtube video of me smashing Level One at Rasslemania VI, look up me crushing Nathaniel Havok and claiming the Xtreme Title, go right ahead, and while your at it...look up who is the only active triple crown...that's right fans who know who I am...I'm active, got my contract signed, and my new suit pressed for the special occasion this morning.

Pence motions at his street clothes, he never was a fan of suits, and for the old school fans they would know that.

Pence: Now for those of you out there, who may be guessing as to my reasons for being back, let me point you to the action-tron for details.

Pence points at the action-tron. The screen shows a sign of friendship, Kurt Noble and C.J. Gates discussing what happened last week on Overdrive, and Pence looks utterly disgusted. The reel ends on Kurt looking at his hands.

Pence: And not a crap was given that day.

The fans were surprised to see Pence shaking his head, clearly something was bugging him, but what the hell was it.

Pence: Now...this may just be...but I think you two fairy boys need to stop holding hands and talking about who braids their hair prettier and become men. Because quite frankly, you talking about having each other's backs when you are clearly gunning for the same championship is absurd! Where is the fun in not taking a steel chair and slamming it against Kurt's head or Gate's head! Huh!? I mean honestly, how can anyone get any ounce of entertainment from that sickening display. The asnwer is...it can't. APW is slowly, but surely being ripped to shreds, and screwed over by the generation of stars that clearly have no clue how to get things done. I mean if you look back it wasn't always like this...the show actually had high spots and high entertainment value, but now...wow...just wow...look at how much these two just like to talk instead of just simply clocking each other till they have satisfied their blood lust.

Boos, Pence snickers, and shakes his head.

Pence: Listen up...don't take this wrong way when I say this...but you all are being brainwashed by a corporate advertisement company looking to sell t-shirts and lunch boxes to people who are unwilling to accept that those two are the worst entertainers ever to vie for a championship ever. And that is including Jason Royce...you know the guy who is getting placed in the Hall of Fame before me...oh yeah! Good lot of stuff he did for APW. Got angry, attacked people, and then left quite unceremonious-ally. Yep, definitely a hall of famer. I'm a triple crown champion...a figure for the fan's around the world to be cheering for, and this is what filth is populating my show.

Pence points toward the screen, a still of C.J. and Noble standing right next to each other.

Pence: You all should be ashamed to cheer these two...utterly ashamed. But don't worry...they will get theres, I'm sure Jeff will continue to blue ball me. Force me to be a fringe megastar as he caters to his two future hall of garbage wrestlers who may or may not get in there before me. God forbid I get the call...God forbid I get to be the one with my name called to join the long list of proud APW legends. But the fact is...I will crush them both...with three months of ring rust, quicker than they have ever been crushed before. But that is unacceptable, not in this demographic where three year olds want to see role-models that seemingly have no flaws. But this is reality and for you three year olds watching the show right now...you are in for a rude reality check when I Heavy Artillery my way back to the top of the APW ladder. I'm gonna fight...I'm gonna claw...cheat...hurt...injure...destroy whoever I have to, to win! And you know what, maybe after I hoist my third Undisputed championship over my head I will give a title shot to somebody who actually understands what it takes to be entertaining. Because that's what is wrong with this show...No entertainment value...and too many morals. When me and Level One were killing each other for a title, we didn't pat each other on the back, and to be honest neither of us even speak. But you know what...that made us the most entertaining men in the business....we are legends. Our fights were legendary. Our contributions to this show are unbelievable. And our work together was by far the best fighting that anyone could ever see in professional wrestling. World wide people talked about Pence vs Lester at Rasslemania VI, but this year...I have seen no more excitement than I saw when I stepped out here three weeks before Rasslemania VIII."

The fans are booing loudly as Pence's grin is replaced by a frown.

Pence: You can boo, but you know I'm right. There are a few of you who understand how upset, how hurt I am, and how angry I feel toward APW at this very moment. This is my show, my place to obtain the highest of glories, and so far all I have gotten is a bonus check and a constant reminder of how bad things have gotten. With every passing second, every fight I have fought, I look at our champion...the guy who is suppose to represent the talent level at APW and I can not believe how far we have fallen. So...it is time for a rude awakening. It is time for APW to learn what real entertainment and talent is...from the best entertainer APW has ever had...MR. MAIN EVENT! If Jeff wants me to earn my shot at him...I will...if that is what it takes to beat the snot out of his pampered baby boy, then I will. But don't expect I'm like your other enemies. I'm not Rebel...I'm not Noble...I'm me...and when your dealing with me. You need to know where the exits are around the arena are because I promise you if I see you and you don't see me...I will have no problem ending your pansy title holding ways once and for all. So, have fun...ladies and gentlemen...enjoy this show while it lasts...because at Rasslemania VIII...I will change history...I will put us back on the right path...whether you boo me now or cheer me now is irrelevant all that matters is the mission...the mission to save APW from itself."

Pence throws the microphone on the floor and a mixed reaction from the crowd follows Pence out of the ring as "Dying Breed" by Five Finger Death Punch helps Pence exit the ring. Some older fans cheer, realizing that the new generation doesn't understand what Pence is talking about, and the newer generation boos, mainly because they love APW in its' current form. Pence makes his way backstage as APW cuts to commercial.

[President Jeff]

In the backstage area, Michael Harris is shown standing beside Shane West with a smug look on his face which displayed just how arrogant Harris truly was. Once Shane realized the cameras were on them, He lifted the microphone up to his lips and began speaking to the live Overdrive crowd.

Shane West: Ladies and Gentlemen, Shane West here and I am currently standing beside Michael Harris. A man that has been making his presence felt on Overdrive the last couple weeks. First thing is first Harris, I would like to thank you for taking your time to join me here at this time.

Michael Harris: Yeah, whatever. It's not like I had much of a choice. I have been in this business long enough to know how these things work. You wouldn't have stopped bugging me until I agreed to make you relevant with a couple moments of my time. So why don't you move things along before I end up changing my mind.

Shane West: Alright then, over the last couple weeks. We have all witnessed you constantly target the Xtreme Champion: John Dionysus time and time again. Each attack came off a little bit stronger than the previous, and it was clear that you were going after the title that is around Dionysus's waist. However, you never let anyone know what the reason for targetting him was or what the real reason for going after the title. Is there a reason? Or are you doing it for the sake of doing it?

Michael Harris: There's a reason. Actually there is more than one reason, but the most important reason being Dionysus isn't a fit champion in my eyes. I don't believe he has the right to hold a title like that when it is meant to mean so much to this business. Because of that, I have showed him what it means to be Xtreme and I've made it clear I won't stop until I get what I wanted which is a shot at that championship.

Shane West: You speak as if you have some kind of experience or something along those lines in the world of Xtreme Wrestling. Is that what you are hinting too?

Michael Harris: Some off years ago Shane when I debuted as rookie way back in 2001. I came in with a group of guys and together we were known as "Hell On Earth" We were all about the extreme lifestyle of this business. We loved taking steel chairs to people's heads. We loved putting people through tables. We loved leaping off ladders, cages, and so forth. Extreme wrestling ran through our veins and it has played a factor in everything that I have become in this business. Just like it played a factor in everything my former partners became in this business.

He paused for the moment. It appeared that he had some pretty deep roots when it came to this particular style of wrestling. That would explain how passionate he was and why he kept putting Dionysus down with every chance that he got. Just then he began speaking again.

Michael Harris: Granted while I went on to be more than just a glorified hardcore wrestler. It doesn't meant that I don't look back on what made my career and how I really got started. It doesn't take me long at all to get heated when i see people like Dionysus ruining the name of hardcore and extreme wrestling. I couldn't help but feel disrespected for paving the road for people like him. That's when I felt I had no choice but to go back to my old roots. I felt like I had no choice but teach Dionysus a lesson. I feel as if I have no choice but to take that championship and make that style of wrestling mean something in this business seeing as Dionysus hasn't done it justice.

Shane West: Hm, that is quite the interesting outlook on things. Well at this point it hasn't been confirmed or denied yet in rather or not. You will face Dionysus at RassleMania for the belt, but you are certainly making an argument towards making it happen. Aside from that, right here tonight you are set to face Keaton Saint. How do you think that's going to go?

Michael Harris: Let me put it like this Shane. If people want to see how great I am, if people want to see how hardcore I can get, if people want to see how extreme I can get, and if Dionysus wants to see what I am truly capable of. I suggest that he play close attention to this match. Because when I am done with Saint, there will be no denying that I deserve a shot at the goal or the fact I am the greatest thing to ever hit APW!

Shane West: That's quite the bold statement. I am sure there's going to be a lot of eyes on that match. Best of luck out there Harris.

Harris just looked at him with a raised eyebrow, almost as if he was implying that he didn't need luck. As Harris started walking along leaving West standing there, the cameras cut back out to the ring for the next bit of action that was meant to be taking place on the show.

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

The lights Dim down as The vocal introduction to the music is played. Blue and silver lights illuminate the Entrance way and Pyro goes off as soon as the Music kicks in. "The Real Show" Terry Marvin makes his way down the ramp jawing and messing with the fans all the way down. He rolls into the ring and poses on the turnbuckle, holding his arms out like the people should warship him.

Paige: Introducing first, weighing in at 245 pounds, and hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada...he is the APW Overdrive Champion...Terry Marvin!

Harvey: Look at that smug grin across Terry Marvin's face. What a pompous, little man. He assaults Keaton Saint with Knuckles's help, showing he doesn't give a damn about Overdrive!

Chase: Hey now...Terry Marvin is a larger than life kinda guy, and that includes Overdrive! Terry Marvin does what he wants!

There is the sound of a bell being tolled. “For Whom the Bell Tolls” begins to play. The song plays for one minute and 43 seconds before the main riff of the song kicks in and John Dionysus walks from behind the curtain – it is the only ostentatious event in the whole entrance. He takes a few steps forward and soaks in the response from the crowd, rotating his arms around his body and limbering up for the in-ring action. After about ten seconds Dionysus walks towards the ring. Dionysus stops as he reaches the end of the gangway, skips on his toes for a few seconds and then slides under the bottom rope into the ring. He holds his taped ribs as his music fades.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 255 pounds and hailing from Boston, Massachusetts... he is the APW Xtreme Champion...John Dionysus!

Harvey: Quite frankly, I'm surprised to even see John Dionysus here tonight after all the assaults he's gotten from Michael Harris!

Chase: You call them assaults, I call them "opportunities."

Harvey: Well, those "opportunities" have led to Dionysus's ribs being taped tonight. There's no way he's 100% tonight, and he has to do everything he can to make sure Terry Marvin doesn't cut his road to Rasslemania short tonight!

Non-Tile Match
John Dionysus vs. Terry Marvin

The bell rings as Marvin and Dionysus instantly lock up! The two men push against one another, and despite being about equal strength and height, Dionysus manages to push Marvin into the corner! Dionysus then ducks, and sits a small series of body shots on Marvin, before going for a right hook…but Marvin ducks under it, and hits just one shot on Dionysus’s taped ribs, making him fall back into the corner! The referee pushes a rather cocky looking Marvin away, as Dionysus leans over in pain. However, he signals to the referee that he’ll be okay.

Harvey: Even from the opening minute of this contest, we’re seeing the type of offense Marvin is going to employ on John Dionysus. Those ribs of his have been injured after the multiple attacks by Michael Harris, and they may be Dionysus’s downfall here tonight!

Chase: If he’s really in that much pain, he needs to lay down for “The Real Show!” Everyone likes a good Terry Marvin victory!

The two men back up, and do a quick circle-about before locking up again. This time, Dionysus quickly breaks the lock-up by twisting Marvin’s arm, and then following up with some hard shots to Marvin’s back. Marvin clenches his teeth in pain, before elbowing Dionysus’s middle, breaking the hold! Marvin backs up off the ropes, and kicks Dionysus right in the gut before lifting him up, and dropping him hard with a scoop slam. He then gets down, and begins to drive his knee into Dionysus’s lower back, screaming “how much more do you have to get hurt before you give up?!?” Dionysus shakes his head as the referee checks on him. He begins to push himself up, but Marvin locks his hands around his waist, holding on…that is, until Dionysus backs up, slamming them both into the corner!

It’s clear that slam also damaged Dionysus, as pauses before turning to Marvin…only taken down with a single arm DDT! Dionysus pulls himself back as Marvin tries to keep him down. Marvin goes on an offensive, sloppy flurry of punches…but Dionysus responds by striking Marvin hard on the chin! Marvin backs up, and Dionysus runs against the ropes…but gets caught with a Side Effect! Marvin makes the pin…

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Harvey: First near-fall of the match! I have to say, Terry Marvin has really upped his aggression over the past few weeks. He knows the extents of Dionysus’s injury, but the way he’s methodically targeting his ribs and back, you’d like Dionysus was his Rasslemania opponent!

Chase: Terry Marvin always has to put on a good show…he’s Champion! Giving it any less than his best is an insult!

Harvey: John Dionysus is also a Champion here on Overdrive, in case you’d forgotten.

Chase: He is!? Well, he needs to pick up the slack here tonight then!

Marvin lifts up Dionysus…but he instantly breaks the hold, and connects with some hard strikes to Marvin, throwing him off balance! However, Marvin ducks one shot, and goes for another Side Effect, but Dionysus wises up by slamming Marvin with an elbow to the temple! While he stumbles, Dionysus grabs Marvin, and looks to be going for the Above the Cut (Over the shoulder arm trap belly to belly suplex), but Marvin drops down and headbutts Dionysus’s ribs, instantly sending him down to the canvas! Marvin goes for a knee strike, but Dionysus ducks it, and stands up quickly. Marvin, in a fit of rage, rushes in…but Dionysus calmly nails him with a shot to the jaw! Marvin stumbles back, and Dionysus lifts him up for a Fireman’s carry takeover, but Marvin falls off his back after hitting him in the lower back, and then blasts Dionysus with a back suplex! As Dionysus tries to get up, Marvin runs forward and dropkicks his face, sending Dionysus to the mats outside!

Marvin pats his own back, getting a plethora of boos from the crowd! Dionysus holds his injured ribs, and Marvin rests on the inside of the ring.

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Harvey: Terry Marvin’s flailing just accidentally took down the referee!

Chase: Well he shouldn’t have gotten so close! Would you get too close to the tigers at the circus? Would you stand on stage during a Broadway play? No!

Dionysus isn’t able to lift Marvin, who responds by grabbing Dionysus’s head and pulling it down on the ropes! Dionysus crashes and burns on the mats, and Marvin turns and notices the referee is down! Marvin rolls outside the ring, and pushes the cameras aside as he grabs a nearby steel chair! He says “Missed you!” as he stands over Dionysus! However, when Dionysus turns, he blocks the chair shot with his forearms! He then hits a tremendous shot on Marvin’s stomach, causing him to drop the chair! Dionysus then lifts up Marvin, and drops him with the Hard Knocks (spinebuster, followed by mounted punches and elbows)!! Marvin tries to cover up, but he can’t, and it’s clear that his shots are taking Marvin’s energy way down!

Harvey: What a move by John Dionysus! He avoided being hit with that damn steel chair Marvin has become so fond of, and took down Terry Marvin with his own move!

Chase: He stopped the steel chair symphony Terry Marvin has been working on since last week with Keaton Saint. He-…hey, who’s that?

The camera focuses on the nearby guard rail…where Michael Harris has jumped over onto the ringside! He gets hailed with boos, but Dionysus doesn’t seem to see as Harris grabs the chair…and nails him in the back with it! Dionysus crumbles over, and Harry grabs Dionysus, lifts him up, and shoves him into the steel post! Harris takes another swing with the chair, but Dionysus moves as Harris slams into the post! Dionysus and Harris begin to trade hands, and just when Dionysus begins to get the advantage, Harris knees Dionysus and tackles him into the steel steps! Dionysus grabs his ribs in immense pain, and Harris throws him back into the ring! Harris also throws Marvin back in, before waking up the referee!

Harvey: Goddamit Harris! He just cost John Dionysus the match!

Chase: You can’t prove anything!

The referee groggily reacts as Marvin throws his hand over Dionysus…

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Harvey: Yes! John Dionysus managed to kick-out!

Chase: Hmm…well *maybe* that was a Champion-like thing to do…

Marvin, and Harris outside the ring, are both stunned by the kickout! Both men slowly pulls themselves up, and throw slowly, groggy punches at one another. Marvin seems to gain the upper hand, before he runs off the ropes and goes for a lariat…but Jon Dionysus counters by lifting Marvin up, and slamming him with a reverse Samoan Drop! He struggles to make a pin as he holds his ribs, allowing Marvin just enough time to recover. Marvin kicks Dionysus in the ribs, sending him back down! Marvin then lifts up Dionysus, and goes for the You’re Cancelled (Russian Leg Sweep/Inverted DDT combo), but Dionysus spins out of it and nails Marvin with the Above the Cut! He makes the pin…

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Harvey: We’ve seen a phenomenal, Main-Event like performance from these two gentlemen here tonight! Despite it looking like Dionysus would be doomed due to his ribs, he’s taken the fight right to Marvin, even surviving an attack by Michael Harris!

Chase: Yeah, Marvin hasn’t quite woken up after that spinebuster on the outside…but there’s always a twist in the final act of Terry Marvin’s “Showtime!”

Harris snarls outside the ring as Dionysus gets up, and calls for the end! He lifts up Marvin, and Irish Whips him. He then catches Marvin for the Event Horizon (Black Hole Slam), but in midair, Marvin turns it into a Tornado DDT! Both men are down, but it doesn’t last as Marvin lifts up Dionysus, and go for the Whiplash (Spinning Sitout Double Arm DDT)! However, Dionysus turns out just before the move is hit, and clocks him with a hard right hand! He goes for another, but Marvin catches him with the “Show’s Over” (Crippler Crossface)! Marvin yanks upward, so the move twists hard on Dionysus’s ribs! Dionysus lifts his hand up to tap out…but manages toll roll over on Marvin!

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John quickly rolls out of the ring as Terry gets up and goes after him and kicks the bottom rope as John rolls out.

Chase: John just stole that victory from Terry Marvin.

Harvey: A revenge victory from when Terry beat John a few weeks ago

The ref raises John's arm in victory and John heads up the ramp. Terry stares him down in anger as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall

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

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

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

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

Paige: And his opponent, from London England, weighing in at 248 pounds, KEATON SAINT

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

Singles Match

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Michael Harris Vs Keaton Saint


Both men lock up in the middle of the ring. Harris gets a side headlock in on Saint and then flips him over with a take down. Keaton is quick to get Harris head in a head scissor and Harris gets out of it. Both gets get to their feet and Keaton now grabs Harris and take him down with a headlock take down. The fans cheer and Harris goes for a head scissor of his own, but Keaton blocks it and keeps the headlock applied. Keaton fights up to his feet. With the headlock still on, Harris gives Keaton a few shots to the Kidneys and throws Keaton into the ropes. Keaton hit’s the ropes a comes back into a running knee to the midsection from Harris and Keaton is down on the mat and Harris gives him a few stomps.

Harvey: Both these men have a huge title matches at Rasslemania.

Chase: And you can guaranteed both these men want a win going into Rasslemania. You want momentum on your side going into the biggest event of the year.

Harris picks Keaton up and takes him to the corner and gives him a chop. He throws Keaton to the opposite corner and Harris runs at him and connects with a clothesline. He then pulls Keaton out of the corner and gives him a suplex and then goes for the cover hooking the leg
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A few more stomps from Harris and Harris lifts Keaton to his feet and gives him a standing dropkick. Harris covers again and hooks the near leg
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Harvey: Michael Harris is looking for some pay back here after losing to Keaton and John Dionysus last week in a tag match

Chase: He got screwed out of that match

Harris picks Keaton up and throws him into the ropes. Harris puts his head down and Keaton comes back with a swinging neck breaker. Keaton gets up and lifts Harris to his feet and hits him with some forearm shots to the face, backing Harris to the ropes. Keaton gives Harris an Irish whip and has he comes back, Keaton lifts him up and drops him with a Samoan drop. Keaton covers
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Keaton picks Harris up and hits him with a European Uppercut that sends Harris stumbling back to the corner. Keaton throws Harris to the opposite corner. Keaton runs at him and Harris gets a back elbow into Keaton’s face. He then grabs Keaton by his head and sends it into the top turn buckle. Harris lifts Keaton up and sits him on the top turn buckle. Harris climbs up and hooks Keaton up for a superplex. Keaton comes back with some uppercuts to the stomach and then shoves Harris off the top rope. Harris hit’s the mat and gets up as Keaton goes up to the top rope. Keaton comeso ff with a Missile dropkick and connects. Keaton covers hooking the leg
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Harvey: So close.

Chase: Its going to take more than that to keep Harris down

Keaton picks Harris up and sets him up for a DDT, but Harris grabs Keaton and takes him to the corner and starts spearing him. Harris takes Keaton to the ropes and Irish whips him and gives him a huge Double A Spine Buster! Harris lays on top of Keaton for the pin

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Harvey: There’s no quit in Keaton tonight!

Chase: Keaton should just stay down, Harris is about to afflict more damage to Keaton.

Harris picks Keaton up and scoop slams him. Harris then goes to the ring apron and climbs up to the top rope. Just as he gets to the top rope, Keaton gets up, he runs up to the top rope, grabs Harris and throws him off with a belly to belly suplex! The fans are going wild as Keaton is crawling to Harris and gets on him for the cover
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Harvey: Keaton almost threw him into the 10th row with that.

Chase: C’mon Harris, fight back!

Keaton picks Harris up and gives him a stalling Fisherman’s suplex. Keaton gets ready and locks in the Camel Clutch on Harris.

Harvey: Its over now, the Keaton Clutch!

Chase: Don’t quit Harris!!

The ref is in position and is looking for a submission from Harris, but he keeps screaming “NO.” Keaton has is locked in good and Harris isn’t going anywhere’s. The crowd begin to boo as Terry Marvin runs down to the ring with the Overdrive title in hand. He slides it into the ring and then jumps up on the ring apron and yell’s at the ref.

Harvey: Somebody get Terry out of here. He has no business in this match.

Chase: Show some respect for a man like Terry Marvin!

The ref gets out from his position and goes to the ropes and tries to get Terry to get off the apron. Keaton, no sure what’s happening, lets go of the Keaton Clutch and see’s Terry on the apron. Keaton goes over and has some words for Terry. Keaton turns his attention back to Harris, who has the Overdrive title in hand. He goes to drill Keaton in the face with it, but Keaton ducks, and kicks Harris, grabs the title and hits Harris in the head with it. Keaton drops the title, runs to the ropes, knocks Terry off and then covers Harris.
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Keaton’s music hits and the ref raises his arm in victory.

Harvey: Keaton Saint over came the odds late into this match and pulled out the victory.

Chase: He cheated Darren.

As Keaton is celebrating, Terry is yelling at the ref and pointing to the Overdrive title laying in the ring, telling the ref that Keaton used the title. By this time, Harris is getting up to his feet and is also telling the ref about the belt being used on him. Keaton watches as the ref exit’s the ring and goes to Nicky Paige and tells her something.

Paige: Ladies and Gentilmen, due to Keaton Saint hitting Michael Harris with the championship title, The referee has reversed his decision and the winner by Disqualification, MICHAEL HARRIS!

The crowd boo’s as the ref raises Michael’s arm. Keaton can’t believe what just happened and quickly goes after Terry. Terry jumps over the ring barrier and runs through the crowd and Keaton is after him, leaving Michael alone in the ring to celebrate.

“For Whom The Bell Tolls” plays from the arena and some parts of the crowd get to their feet and start to cheer, they know this music and they anticipate a confrontation. APW Xtreme Champion John Dionysus walks out from the backstage area and works purposefully towards the ring.

Harvey: This doesn’t look good for Michael Harris, John Dionysus looks like he is coming out here for a fight.

Chase: If I were Harris I would high tail right away, he may have crossed the line earlier tonight.

Michael Harris looks around him to check out his options, and then gets himself into a stance ready for a fight. By this time Dionysus has made it into the ring and has a microphone. There are a few chants from the crowd, all to the effect of wanting some kind of violence right here and now. Dionysus, pacing the ring, lets this die down before he speaks.

Dionysus: Michael Harris, for weeks now I have had to put up with your repeated attacks on me, as well as listen to you tell everyone in the back why you would be a more deserving Xtreme Champion. I can accept that; you have your opinion, I have mine. But what I won’t accept is some guy coming out from the back and interfering with my matches. I don’t care what kind of message you think you are trying to send to me, but where I’m from the book says if you got a problem with a man...

Dionysus steps right into Harris’ face, before adding...

Dionysus: You walk on up to him and say it to his face.

The crowd pops. They’re loving this intensity from Dionysus, an intensity that hasn’t been seen so far. They are sure we’re going to see some conflict.

Dionysus: So, if you have some kind of message for me Harris, something you would like to say to me, let’s have it out NOW.

Another pop. Harris smirks and steps backwards away from the Xtreme Champion, walking over to the ropes and demanding a mic. Once armed, he keeps his distance near the ropes and addresses his rival standing now more than ten feet away.

Harris: You just don't get it do you? I am a man of very few words. I am however a man of action and actions have always spoken louder than words. It's been like that for as long as I can remember in this business.

The crowd was booing him hardcore at this point. Harris just took a moment to glare at out at the fans in attendance as it was clear he wasn't very pleased with their boos or their lack of respect.

Harris: I made it very clear that I don't like you. I made it very clear that I don't think you deserve to be in the same ring as me. Most importantly though, I have made it very clear that I don't think you deserve to hold that championship. I want that belt and nothing is going to stop me from getting it.

He cracked a little smirk as it appeared he had a game plan. All around the arena the crowd was starting to chant "Harris Sucks!" but the self-proclaimed Untouchable One did nothing more than ignore them.

Harris: Face the facts Dionysus, for weeks now I have been slowly chipping away at you and slowly putting an end to you. Once I get a shot at that belt, I'll be taking it and I'll finish putting you six feet under.

Dionysus gives a few seconds of pause to allow that thought and that threat sink in, then slowly raises the mic to his lips.

Dionysus: Put an end to me? It’s going to take a lot more than a few cheap shots to do that. I’ve faced better men and better wrestlers, and still I’ve survived. I’ll give you some credit Harris, you may have outsmarted me once or twice in recent weeks, and last week you had your chance to ‘put an end to me’, but here I stand. But I’ve seen and heard enough, so Harris, you want a fight with me so bad, you want a shot at this Xtreme Title in my possession?

Harris nods, his face full of arrogance.

Dionysus: Then I say we get on with it right here and right now.

Huge pop from the crowd, they can’t believe they are about to witness an impromptu Xtreme Title match right now. Dionysus and Harris start to ready themselves and a referee appears from nowhere. It looks for all intents and purposes as though the match is about to begin when ‘Raining Blood’ hits and out steps President Jeff with a mic in his hand...surely he is just here to confirm the bout.

President Jeff: Gentlemen, before you get carried away with yourselves I thought it would be best if I intervene. I think you are both fantastic wrestlers who have very bright futures in this company, and I am sure if you went where I think this is going the fans here in Lexington would be treated to a first class Xtreme rules match.

The crowd react with cheers, hoping this will incite Jeff to give it the green light.

President Jeff: However, this match is not going to happen here tonight.

Boos from the crowd, many of which are disappointed.

President Jeff: Don’t get me wrong, I always like to make sure the APW fans get what they want and are properly entertained, but there is a right time and a right place for everything. I know that every single APW fan wants to see a match between John Dionysus and Michael Harris for the Xtreme Title; Hell, even I want to see this match.

The crowd pops.

President Jeff: However, doing this right after both of you has had tough matches tonight is not the way I want to see this go down. I want this match to take place at a time when I know you are both fit and healthy and ready to put on the kind of battle this Championship match deserves. That’s why I am letting everyone know right here in Lexington, Kentucky (the cheap pop gets its desired reaction) that at Rasslemania John Dionysus will defend his APW Xtreme Championship belt against Michael Harris in an Xtreme Rules match.

Huge pop from the live audience.

President Jeff: Good luck gentlemen.

“Raining Blood” hits and President Jeff heads backstage, but not without waving to a few fans.

Harvey: A huge announcement by President Jeff, Dionysus versus Harris at Rasslemania.

Chase: Another fantastic addition to the card Darren, but I don’t think Harris is quite satisfied yet.

In the meantime Harris, who was standing behind Dionysus throughout, has got himself into a stalking position. Dionysus turns back into the ring and Harris explodes from his spot and smashes the Xtreme Champion with The Brooklyn Knockout (The Gore). The crowd respond with boos, as Harris looks down as John Dionysus rolling around in agony following this latest attack. Harris’ music hits and he heads backstage looking really pleased with himself, the camera cuts back to Dionysus in the ring in a foetal position and clutching his ribs.

Harvey: Another successful strike for Harris against the Xtreme Champion, is this the image we will see at Rasslemania?

Overdrive goes to a commercial.

[President Jeff]

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the APW Tag team Championship

Put You On Game- By Lupe Fiasco blasts the PA system, as Level-One steps up on-top of the ramp along side with Sally Talfourd. Red smoke swirls beneath them and a string of red and blue pyro shoots up into the air as they both raises their arms in the air

Paige: Introducing first, the team of LEVEL ONE AND SALLY TALFOURD!

They two of them make their way down to the ring. They stop in front of the ring, look at each other and they slide in under the bottom rope at the same time. They both climb to the top rope and pose for the fans.

The lights start flashing alternately between yellow and pink, and The Studmuffins make their entrance dressed in leapord print trunks, vests, and white fedoras. They pump their fists and thrust their hips on stage before heading down to the ring, hitting on the women as they go along.

Paige: And their opponents, they are the APW Tag team Champions. THE STUDDMUFFINS!!

Once they enter the ring, both Sr. Guapo and “Stunning” Stan begin to gyrate, and remove their vests before throwing their fedoras into the crowd.

Level-One & Sally Talfourd Vs. The Studdmuffins
APW Tag Team Championships

Stan Everdeen is ready to start off the match while Level-One and Sally Talfourd chit chat back and forth until shockingly, Level-One diplomatically steps aside mouthing the words ''ladies first''; Sally gracefully steps into the ring to the applause of the crowd. Stan Everdeen however is tagged out by his partner Armando Astante who can't wait to lock up with Sally Talfourd. He spreads his arms out wide arrogantly only to receive a kick in the groin and several back hand chops to the chest for good measure which backs him up into the ropes. Armando counters with a Irish Whip attack but Sally slips under his legs on the return and quickly catches Armando with a missile drop kick to the jaw!

Harvey: I don't think Armando Astante will be sweet talking Sally Talfourd tonight!

Chase: Doesn't he already know she's a taken women? Level-One and Sally Talfourd have been on the downlow for weeks! Yummy!

Armando Astante is quickly up to his feet as Sally Talfourd locks in a side headlock. She squeezes on his neck dropping him to one knee. Armando in a bit of pain still has the frame of mind to work his way out of the maneuver with a unorthodox maneuver as he places his hand on the butt of Sally Talfourd and slaps it! This results in Sally Talfourd hip tossing him to the ground holding him down in a side lock position. Still, seemingly to enjoy the maneuver Sally looks disgusted as Level-One leans as far as he can to make the tag to Sally Talfourd!

Harvey: Sally Talfourd must be pretty disgusted with Armando to tag out like that!

Chase: Oh come on! He gets more tail than a donkey! Sally Talfourd is just in a very committed relationship now...

Harvey: Oh stop it!

Sally Talfourd breaks from the side headlock as Armando Astante reaches out to her only to have his head stomped on by Level-One! Level-One pulls up the tag champion by his throat and launches him back first into the turnbuckle! He rushes forward with a running splash but Armando Astante avoids the maneuver causing Level-One to hit the turnbuckle chest first! Recoiling from the impact he eats a running knee to the face and then finally a backbreaker by Armando Astante who receives a nice pop!

Harvey: Armando Astante is having quite the success when he's not in the ring with Sally Talfourd!

Chase: Well, it's sorta hard to wrestle a match when you got rocks in your pants. It's probably why I won't wrestle Sally Talfourd OR Level-One!

Armando Astante then locks in a cross armbar as he show boats for the crowd. Level-One however uses his power to escape the maneuver by rolling to his stomach and tossing Armando Astante off of him nearly sending him to the outside of the ring! Level-One is up to his feet as is Armando who comes rushing in recklessly only to be lifted high above Level-One's shoulders and dropped with a thunderous spine buster!

Harvey: The power from Level-One is simply amazing! I think the Studdmuffins are really outmatched taking on TWO former Undisputed Champions here tonight!

Chase: So, if Level-One and Sally win; does that mean we'll make APW history as the first love couple to hold tag team titles?

Level-One is riled up as Armando gets to his feet holding his back in pain. He begs Level-One to lay off of him pointing at his back. He explains to him that he's going to tag in his partner to which Level-One encourages. Armando thanks him for the consideration but as he turns around... LEVEL-ONE BACKBRACKER!

Chase: Ha! He fell for it!

Level-One leans over and gives his partner Stan Everdeen the middle finger before picking up Armando Astante onto his shoulders for a little ride! Level-One confidently walks around the ring as Armando Astante tries to escape the death hold but to no avail—all he can manage to do is reach out and tag in Stan Everdeen... before being dropped with the Darkness Shine! Level-One makes the pin...

... but the referee tells Level-One that a tag has been made!

Level-One rises to his feet and is met by a man of his own size in Stan Everdeen who tosses him over his head with a German Suplex! The maneuver gains him plenty applause from the crowd! As Level-One gets back to his feet he's lifted high in the air by his equal as ''Stunning'' Stan Everdeen stuns the crowd with a delayed standing suplex. He holds the maneuver for at least ten seconds before dropping Level-One onto his back!

Harvey: I don't think I've ever seen Level-One tossed like that since his days in the EWC amongst the likes of BDC!

Chase: It's amazing what horsemeat does to the human body.

Stan is in full control as he gyrates over the downed body of Level-One before picking up to his knees. Stan lifts up Level-One setting up for his powerbomb of manliness! He looks to nail the maneuver... but no! Level-One reverses with a reverse DDT! The crowd goes wild as he makes the desperate tag to Sally Talfourd!

Harvey: And that's why he's a former four time world and undisputed champion, Chase. Absolutely amazing!

Chase: The rare moment he's ever out powered; he's able to rely on his athleticism, Harvey.

Sally Talfourd rushes into the ring and see's Armando Astante on the ring apron smiling at her. Sally baseball slides underneath the ropes and legs of Armando Astante before pulling his legs from underneath him smashing his face against the apron! Sally Talfourd then follows it up with a headscissors sending him over the ring barrier into the crowd!

Harvey: Sally Talfourd has just taken Armando Astante out of the equation and Stan Everdeen is still down!

Sally Talfourd quickly hops up onto the apron and hurries her way up the turn-buckle before running her hands across her hips as if to say she had the match won! She flies off the top rope with a moonsalt... HAPPY ENDING! THERE IT IS! Sally Talfourd makes the pin!

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Harvey: What the hell!?

Chase: Level-One has just pulled Sally Talfourd off of Stan Everdeen!

Level-One still grabbing the ankles of Sally Talfourd now outside on the ring apron is viciously spun around by her feet and is VIOLENTLY launched head first into the steel steps by her old time rival! The crowd is booing without mercy as Level-One retrieves a microphone from ringside.

Level-One: Sally, Sally, Sally! You didn't think I'd forget about MONSTERBRAWL V, did you? You didn't forget how you snatched my freedom out of my hands without a second thought or even the bat of your pretty eyelashes... isn't that right, friend?

Level-One shakes his head in complete and utter disgust as he leans beside a downed SallyTalfourd.

Level-One: Sally, I really tried to make things work out between us. I really wanted to create the dream team all these fans wanted for so long now and I really wanted to be the one they all cheered at the greatest event in pro wrestling history, Rasslemania... but you wouldn't put your own self interest and greed aside long enough to make it work.

Level-One grabs Sally Talfourd up by her long hair and violently props her up onto the ring apron before kicking her near lifeless body into the ring where the referee proceeds to check up on her.

Level-One: You see Sally, you didn't care about what I went through every day and night when it comes to the Sindicate. You couldn't understand the pain they put me through. You couldn't understand the stress I was under to be both the man the sindicate wanted me to be from the man the fans wanted to cheer. And although, I've told you many stories and have shared the tales of my sleepless nights... not a single one of them mattered to you.

The referee gets in Level-One's face and he doesn't think twice before planting a right hand to the glass chin of the referee knocking him out a cold. This of course before he decides to rip off the referee's jersey and putting it on himself. At this point, the arena is shaking with boos.

Level-One: At Monsterbrawl V, I realized that good guys finish last. The considerate types get played for fools. I learned that grudges cannot be undone nor forgiven. You taught me all this Sally, and girl... did you teach me well.

Level-One grabs Sally Talfourd once again by her hair and faces the Studdmuffins now both in the ring watching on with dismay as he tosses Sally Talfourds lifeless body their way like a piece of trash.

Level-One: You think we were going to win the tag team championships tonight, Sally? After you KNOWINGLY misled me? I don't want the tag team championships and I damn well don't want your fake friendship. I will give my ALL just to watch you hurt. To watch you lose. I hate you Sally Talfourd.

Level-One stares at the studdmuffins who embarrassingly makes the pin on Sally Talfourd as Level-One drops to his knees and counts the pin.

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Studdmuffins unofficially retain their tag titles to which they're quickly given and ushered out of the ring, not wanting anything to with Level-One in his crazed state of mind.

Level-One: What is your freedom worth now, Sally? What is your freedom worth when you have unleashed a beast that won't stop until he tastes your blood? What the FUCK is your freedom worth in a world this small? In a world where you can't run... and you can't hide. Sally, I've been locked in a cage for months now and it's about time you join me.

Level-One stands over the downed body of Sally Talfourd.

Level-One: At Rasslemania; it is going to be Me Vs. You in a steel cage match. A cage where nobody escapes and nobody gets in. It's simply ME and YOU til' death do us part.

At this point in time, Felipe DeLoren steps out from behind the curtain with Kia and Violet LeWinter standing proudly by his side as they watch from the top of the ramp. Level-One grabs Sally Talfourd by her throat and looks directly into her eyes as fans begin to chant ''FUCK LEVEL-ONE'' for his ruthless display.

Level-One: And after I destroy you and everything fucking thing you stand for Sally Talfourd; Sindicate INC will rule the APW once and for all. You see Sally, if there's anything you ever taught me is that when you cannot defeat someone or something, you join it.

Suddenly, Level-One lifts Sally Talfourd onto his shoulders and drops her to the canvas with a DARKNESS SHINE for good measure!

Level-One: And you Sally Talfourd, you can't defeat me.

Harvey: I'm speechless.

Chase: The old Level-One is back, folks. This changes things.

Level-One stares at the lifeless body of Sally Talfourd as Thursday Night Overdrive heads to a commerical break.

[President Jeff]

Harvey: Welcome back to Overdrive. Its now time to announce the 3rd and Final Inductee into the APW Hall of Fame

Chase: So far, Jason Royce and Last week we learned that Slade Craven and Shadow from the AKA have been inducted. Who is the 3rd inductee?




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As the Hall of Fame video ends, we go to the ring where President Jeff stands inside the ring. He is leaning up against a table, that has been covered with an APW tablecloth. Raining Blood by Slayer dies out, and Jeff places the microphone to his lips…

President Jeff: Welcome back to Thursday Night Overdrive, ladies and gentlemen!

The crowd pops once again, but Jeff is able to quickly calm them down.

President Jeff: As all of you know… RassleMania is shaping up to be the biggest event in APW history. With a card so full of talent, it’s going to be hard to even top ourselves again next year! Nevertheless, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Right now, the focus is on 2012, and what we’ve got coming right around the corner. Myself personally, I would have liked to have stayed off of the card, and watched the pay per view from afar. After all, it’s an owners dream to watch his company put on spectacles such as this. But as you’ve been witnessed to… I’ve been backed into a corner that I never wanted to be in. Therefore with both an Undisputed Championship match on the line, as well as the career of an APW Megastar… I will go one on one once again, with Nathaniel Havok, at RassleMania.

The fans cheer. President Jeff seems honestly regrettable, not wanting to go through with the match, but knowing that he has to.

President Jeff: I know that this is a match that you’re all going to love to see. Personally, I’m going to enjoy being apart of it. But with that being said… I really didn’t want things to come to this. I would love to see Nathaniel Havok get his shit together, and continue to be apart of the Action Packed Wrestling roster. However, I…

Cult of Personality hits on the PA system, much to the dismay of the Texas crowd. Nathaniel makes his way through the curtain, accompanied by three attorneys. Nathaniel, along with his attorneys, enter the ring. Nathaniel grabs a microphone from the table, as his music dies out.

Havok: With all the commotion going on in the back over RassleMania… I thought that I heard you say that you DIDN’T want this match to happen. But that couldn’t be what I heard! No, it couldn’t be! Because the man I’m facing… He ASKED for this match! The man I’m facing… He WANTS this match! So tell me something, boss… Who in the hell are you? Who in the blue hell is this man standing in front of me? You don’t want this match? Give me a damn break! Stop trying to sound like the victim here, Jeff! There are tons of wrestlers in the back, who use dirty tactics to get victories! But do you constantly hassle them, and get involved in their matches? No, you don’t!

So let’s face it, Jeff! Let’s face the cold, hard truth! You get involved, because you’re desperate! You’ve been backed into a corner? My ass! More like I’VE been backed into a corner! You’re not going to leave me the hell alone, until I put you out of your misery! You’re not going to get over the fact that I beat your ass at Christmas Chaos, until you find a way to beat me on the biggest stage of them all! Admit it, Jeff! You want me gone! You want me out of Action Packed Wrestling, because I pose the biggest threat to your rule over your talent! I give the talent bad ideas… Ideas that could very-well make your leadership… Or leaderSHIT… Obsolete! Either way you look at it… Eventually, you would no longer be needed.

This inmate tried to run the asylum, and you’re doing the same exact thing that you did to the last one. Sound familiar, Jeff? Biggs name… Ring any bells? So let’s…

President Jeff: Before you go any further, that was a different time. It was a different time, and a completely different situation.

Havok: How, Jeff? How in the hell is it any different? He was the big man on the playground, until you decided that you wanted it back. And me… I’ve been doing the exact same thing! I’ve been pushing the limits, making life a living hell for authority figures such as yourself. And do you know what? It got me over! It got me over, more than any promotional strategies that you could have ever deployed! And what pisses you of the most… Is that I did it all on my own. I wasn’t a product of the system! I was already a self-made man when I got here, and I didn’t need any of your promotion to get put over with the people! Whether they love me or hate me, they’re still enthralled with me!

President Jeff: That’s where you’re wrong, Nathaniel! This has nothing to do with how over you are, and it’s damn sure not about feeding your ego! This is about MY company, and what I’ve got to do to ensure that the veterans in the locker room don’t try to suck this business dry! Yes, you’ve got a lot of miles left on your tires. But I have to put a stop to it, before you run this company AND this business into the ground!

Havok: HOW DARE YOU!?!? How dare you accuse me of overstaying my welcome! I’ve earned this spot! It’s what we do! We politic, we backstab, we stay ahead! And when you can’t politic anymore, you open your own company, or join TNA! You should know that better than anyone else! You chose to open your own company, and look what it’s done for you! You’re the most well-known promoter in both the United States, as well as Canada! Action Packed Wrestling has literally saved the wrestling business from a harsh and brutal downfall! You have yourself to thank for that! As for me… I’m not finished yet! Like you said, I’ve still got a lot of miles left on these tires! Which begs the question, why again would you want to put me into retirement?

President Jeff: Because you’re taking it too far! Next thing you know, you’re going to be jumping into a swimming pool on live television, and still have the audacity to call yourself a professional wrestler! It’s just how it goes with guys like you! Your ego is too much, and you need to be brought down. Besides, to be honest with you… I’m kind of getting sick and tired of you thinking you’re better than you actually are.

The fans pop, and Nathaniel looks like he’s about to go ballistic.

President Jeff: To tell you the truth… If you weren’t such a jackass, I’d love to sit down with you and work all of this out. However, you’re the biggest jackass that I’ve ever had the displeasure of coming into contact with. And I’m going to enjoy kicking the living shit out of such a low-life piece of shit, such as yourself.

Jeff pulls a pin out of his pocket, grabs the contract off of the table, and signs it. He places the pin on the clipboard, and shoves it into the chest of Nathaniel Havok.

President Jeff: There you go, now sign it, bitch!

The fans pop once again, as Nathaniel seems taken aback by President Jeff’s tone and body language.

Harvey: WOAH! Put the women and children to bed! Jeff is pissed!

As the fans continue to chant Jeff’s’ name, Nathaniel regains his thoughts. He looks at the clipboard, and then back at Jeff. A smirk comes across his face, and Nathaniel begins to chuckle. He lifts the microphone to his face, as he continues to chuckle.

Havok: I see it, Jeff! I see what you did there! You’re trying to hoax me into something, aren’t you? What’s the plan, Jeff? Get me so pissed with your crude comments and violent nature, so that I’ll undoubtedly sign the contract, shaking with anticipation for RassleMania so that I can kick your ass, and never read the fine print? Sorry Jeff, I’m smarter than that. You see, these three individuals behind me… As I’m sure you already know, they are my legal council. Here to ensure that I get a fair and just match at RassleMania, and to make sure that you don’t pull any bullshit with the contract. So if you don’t mind, my team would like just a few minutes to go over this particular document, just to make sure that you didn’t pull the ol’ switch-a-roo!

Jeff laughs.

President Jeff: By all means… Take your time.

Nathaniel and his team get into a huddle, looking over the document. A few moments later, they split back up.

Havok: Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute. Nice try, Jeff! Nice try, bud! Close, but no cigar!

Nathaniel walks over to the table, and tosses the contract onto it.

Havok: You know damn-well that this is bogus! I never would have agreed to that, not in a million years!

President Jeff: What are you talking about!?!?

Havok: Here, look!

The two men bend down over the table, as Nathaniel points to a portion of the second page. As Jeff looks closely at the document, Nathaniel blasts him over the head with the microphone. The attorneys in the ring, quickly make their way to the outside, as Nathaniel begins to stalk the APW President.

Harvey: No! I can’t believe this! Nathaniel could have concussed Hurricane Jeff!

Chase: And he’s not done yet!

Nathaniel continues to stalk Jeff, as he slowly makes his way to his feet. Holding the back of his head, Jeff turns right into Nathaniel, who hoists the APW President onto his shoulders.

Chase: Yes, yes! Here it comes, yes!

Nathaniel lifts Jeff into the air, and hits him with a thunderous Dreamweaver! But as Jeff falls back down to the canvas, he goes straight through the table.

Harvey: My God! Oh my God! Jeff needs help! Quick!

As the fans boo in unison, Nathaniel stands over the carnage that he’s created in the ring. By now, all the lawyers at ringside, have made their way to the back, as Nathaniel bends down and grabs the contract. He signs it, and then tosses it onto Jeff’s chest.

Harvey: Nathaniel’s going to pay for this! It’s going to cost him his career, at RassleMania!

Cult of Personality hits on the PA system as EMTs rush into the ring. However, Nathaniel isn’t through yet, as he picks up a microphone from the canvas below. As EMTs continue to work on President Jeff, Nathaniel sits atop the turnbuckles, with the mic to his face.

Havok: Jeff… When you finally wake up from that Dreamweaver, which undoubtedly rattled your pea-sized little brain… I want you to realize one thing. I’m NOT the guy that you needed to try and make an example out of! Basically what you just claimed, is that Nathaniel Havok is the prime example of what you’ll do, when someone tries to become bigger than the company itself. In my attempts to immortalize myself, in my attempts to become larger than life, you did everything you could to make sure that I didn’t! Now people… In some companies, they would call this a shoot… So get ready for a shoot!

Let’s not forget how this all started. Let’s not forget where it’s been, and let’s not forget where it’s going! This all started one year ago, when you decided that Jacob Whitehead was the new face of this company. You did everything you could to put him over, everything you could to push him to heights that he couldn’t reach by himself. Then I came along, beat his ass, and you failed. And while you felt that it was bad for business, you couldn’t do anything but hold a grudge against me. I had ruined your golden boy, and sent him packing like the bitch that he was! Sorry about that, by the way.

And then, there was Khaos. You remember that guy, right? Of course you don’t, neither does anybody else. But let me refresh your memory… You and I talked, you told me to take the fall, remember? You told me that I was already over enough, and that Khaos deserved the push. He had worked too hard not to go over, and Nathaniel Havok can put him over! That’s what I heard, wasn’t it? I was told that if I put him over, he would return the favor later. But what happened, Jeff? What happened? Where’s this Khaos that I speak of? Where is he, Jeff? The fact is, I took a fall for a guy who you saw as the new golden boy! You gave me that bullshit veteran speech, and used it to humiliate me!

But let’s read more into this, boss! What about that message I sent you? These people might not know it, but you are my employer after all, and I have to maintain somewhat of a professional relationship with you. Therefore, I went out of my way to text you, and ask you why we were doing this. You then proceeded to tell me that I was a cry baby, that you were sick of dealing with people who complained when they lost, or had to take a fall. Well guess what, I did, and I’m still pissed about it! While you could care less what Nathaniel Havok is up to, you pour every bit of God damn energy that you have into being butt buddies with guys like Level-One, CJ Gates, Biggs, Jason Kash, Blade, and Kurt Noble! You know, you’re little inner-circle. Even when the cameras are off and we’re out of character, you kiss up to these guys like they give you reach-a-rounds on a daily basis!

The fans continue to boo, as the EMTs begin to place Jeff onto a stretcher. But before they can, Nathaniel stops them. He places his foot on Jeff’s chest, and stops the entire process.

Havok: I don’t think so! Not right this second, he needs to hear this!

The EMTs know better than to mess with Nathaniel, and have no choice but to watch on.

Havok: I’m not done yet, since I’m such a whiner and all. But let’s talk about the second time I text you, boss. You know, when I asked for an Undisputed Championship shot. I’ve earned it, everybody would agree to that! But what did you say? You said that things were all booked up. And for what? So Gates and Biggs could bore the people half to death for three, four, five months? One loss and done, here comes the next contender. That’s how it should be, but that’s how it wasn’t. And why? Because outside of the ring, Nathaniel Havok annoys you with too many ideas? Because he worries about putting himself and his character over? Because he actually gives a shit about what we do?

You see, all I’ve tried to do… Is make things better, freshen things up a bit. But you’re too busy with your head up the asses of those who you think are better than me! You talk about your pet-peeves backstage, and all of the things you can’t stand… But when’s the last time you had to put your fate into someone else’s hands? You’re the boss! You don’t have to care about what happens to you on TV! You’ll always have a job! You own the damn place! But me, I take it personal when I am forced to put over a kid who couldn’t even hack it on the Asylum brand, let alone Overdrive! Then again, I take it personal when I’m basically told that I’m not good enough to compete at a Overdrive main event level. THAT’S where you went wrong. So what did I do? I forced you to give me a main event title! I took a World Championship match, and stole the B-show’s main title right out from under your nose!

Nathaniel smirks as the crowd continues to boo him.

Havok: And for ever member of the roster listening to this right now, this is no script! This is straight from the heart, and might not even make the show. But if it does, you can bet your ass that I’ve got some explaining to do! So Jeff, you’re damn right that this is going to end. You think you’re so crafty, asking me for an unexpected match as RassleMania? My career on the line? Who backed who into the corner, Jeff? I’ll be at RassleMania, but I won’t be retiring. I’ll take my Undisputed Championship match, put on a show like you’d never believe, win the damn belt, and give you no choice but to give me my spot! I’ll see you at RassleMania. And then, I’m going to continue to annoy you every week with messages and promos, that will make you want to close this place down completely! See you at RassleMania… BITCH.

Nathaniel drops the microphone on top of Jeff’s chest, as Cult of Personality hits on the PA system. The EMTs go back to work on President Jeff as Overdrive heads to commercial.

[President Jeff]

The words “Earlier today” Appear on the screen

The screen goes blank.

"AND NOW FOR YOUR FEATURED PRESENTATION IN ASSOCIATION WITH SHOWTIME ENTERTAINMENT" Says a booming classy voice as a logo for Showtime ENT. revolves on the screen.

Shane West emerges as the cameras fade in from black. Wearing a smart white suit, exuding confidence as he stood by an APW podium. Cameras flash, the sound of a crowd murmuring is heard as the camera slowly pans in on Shane West's face.

Shane: Ladies & Gentleman. Action Packed Wrestling has called this press conference today to announce a special guest for this years Rasslemania.

A "Woo" goes up from the crowd and an expectant, hushed "Awe" rings out as the paparazzi sit on the edge of there seats.

Shane: We have one of the most famous fans of APW. A financial contributor, A future board member and the most known face in showbiz. Ladies and Gentleman, APW Class Of 2012 Hall Of Famer, Adam Sandler!

The paparazzi stand up and roar at the top of there lungs, cheering as one of the doors at the side of the room enter and Adam Sandler struts into the room. He is instantly mobbed with the flashes of cameras, his security holding back some of the collective media as they force and fight each other for the best position to take a pictures. After his security guard finally fights a clear path through to the platform and podium where a gleaming Shane West. With an out stretched hand he warmly welcomes Mr. Sandler to the stage. As the crowd start to quite down Sandler takes to the mic.

Sandler: Thank you, everyone. this is a great honourrrrr....---

Suddenly, Sandler security guard grabs him by the shoulder, turns him around, picks him up and slams him right through the podium.

The crowd scream in shock and horror as a stunned Shane West looks on. The security man with an arrogant tone to his voice and raised eyebrow looks down at Sandlers ruined self and laughs

Man: Not in APW! Not A D-Lister!

Surrounded by carnage and destruction, the security man stomps on Sandlers broken body a few more times before picking up a microphone. Some of the paparazzi to scared to even take pictures.

Man: This is APW. We will never induct a god damn D-List celebrity into the hall of fame

a tiny voice is heard out of the intimidated crowd. he lets out a quiet, brief, awkward and almost forced "Yay"

Man: I am the A-Lister, The Highlight Of Twilight, The Hollywood Casanova, The Feature Presentation, The Five Star Classic. I am! The Showtime!

The camera slowly pans into a shot of the security mans face with a arrogant smirk plastered on it.

Man: My name, if you need reminding, is Shaun Granville. And at Rasslemania, I debut here at APW

A few camera flashes go off as Shaun Granville, stood above Adam Sandlers broken body smiles and finally says

Shaun: Now, Close Scene!

The cameras fade back to black as the booming classy voice comes back.

"YOU HAVE BEEN WATCHING A FEATURED PRESENTATION BOUGHT TO YOU BY APW AND SHOWTIME ENTERTAINMENT"

APW Goes back to ringside for the main event


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

"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: Making his way down to the ring first, weighing in at 246 pounds, and representing Manchester, England, Blade!

#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; his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.

#IT'S TIME TO PAY THE PRICE!

Paige: His partner for the evening, weighing in at 234 pounds, and representing 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.

Paige: And their opponents…

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: Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 235 pounds, and representing Calgary, Alberta, Canada, “The Noble One” Kurt Noble!

“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: His partner for the evening, weighing in at 215 pounds, and representing Fargo, North Dakota, he is the APW Undisputed Champion, C.J. Gates!

Kurt Noble and C.J. Gates vs. “Simply Put” Johnny Rebel and Blade

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The fans are on their feet, cheering in anticipation as the APW Undisputed Champion and the three #1 contenders stand in each corner of the ring.

Harvey: These four men may be two sets of teams for the evening but all of them are ready to rip in to one another!

Chase: Rebel and Blade are smarter than that, Harvey! Why go through the trouble of exerting all their energy now when they will all have the chance to walk out Undisputed champion at RassleMania?

Gates steps in as Noble gets on the apron in the corner while Blade draws the short straw on the other end. The former teammates begin circling around one another refusing to break eye contact. Blade runs in and ties-up with the champion. Blade uses his size advantage to thrust Gates back as he sends him rolling in to the corner. C.J. composes himself as Blade waits unshaken on the other side of the ring. Gates climbs back up to his feet as Blade charges at him with a clothesline. Gates ducks underneath and as Blade turns around, he’s greeted with a huge dropkick to the face. This sends Blade stumbling back a bit as C.J. is quick to his feet, running in to catch Blade with a running head-scissors takedown! As Blade gets up, C.J. hits him with a spinning leg lariat and C.J. quickly goes for a cover:

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Gates doesn’t quit the flurry, pulling Blade up by the back of his head, but Blade counters with a huge knee to the gut of the champion that causes Gates to hunch over. Blade whips Gates in to the corner and comes leaping in with a huge splash that causes Gates to crumple over to the ground. Blade sizes him up and rakes the eyes of Gates with his foot. He drops a well-placed elbow across the throat of the Undisputed champion and lays over his chest, refusing to even hook the leg.

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The fans are firmly behind their champion as they let Blade know how much they disapprove of his arrogance. Blade goes to pick up Gates back to his feet, but as he does C.J. responds with several hard shots to the midsection, followed up with an Irish whip back in to the corner. Blade has his back turned towards the ring as Gates charges and uses the middle rope as a springboard, drives both feet in to the temple of Biggs sending him over the top rope and on to the concrete floor.

Harvey: Holy cow! Gates isn’t messing around this evening. I think he’s sick of all three men stealing his championship!

Gates doesn’t allow Blade the chance to get back up and runs over to the top rope immediately in front of Rebel. Gates mule kicks Rebel and then leaps off the top rope with a flying cross body that takes down Blade on the outside. The fans are on their feet, with a loud “C.J.! C.J.!” chant.

Chase: What a stupid move, Darren! He hurt himself more than he hurt Blade with that move! The ref should have disqualified him for kicking Rebel when he wasn’t looking.

Both Blade and C.J. are stirring on the outside as Gates climbs back in the ring first and makes the quick tag to a fresh Kurt Noble. Blade goes for the same but Rebel refuses to look at him and turns his back to the outside. Noble charges in and takes Blade down with a double-leg takedown and while in a mounted position rains several blows across the forehead of Blade. Noble gets up and runs off the ropes on the far side of the ring and comes diving in with an elbow drop that causes Blade to squirm around the ring in pain. Noble isn’t wasting any time as he immediately grabs the legs of Blade and wraps his own legs around, twisting him over on to his stomach with a sharpshooter. The ref slides down inches from Blades face and asks if he’d like to quit. Blade refuses as Noble wrenches harder. Rebel is out of the referee’s view and he reaches over and clocks Noble with a closest fist-causing Noble to break the hold and Blade to wiggle free.

Harvey: A cheap shot from Rebel… big surprise!

Rebel reaches down and tags Blade on the back and rolls him out of the ring, taking advantage of a blindsided Noble. He pushes him back against the turnbuckle and begins to stomp the midsection of the former Overdrive champion before sending him flying head over feet with an armdrag takedown. Rebel picks him up from the ground and wraps both of his arms around Noble flinging him sideways with a belly-to-belly suplex and hooks the leg for a pin attempt..

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Rebel remains focused, pulling Noble up and whipping him in to his team’s corner, tagging Blade back in. As Blade comes in, he grabs the referee as Rebel puts the boots to Noble in the corner. After Rebel leaves the ring, Blade lets go and turns his attention on Kurt. Blade picks up where Rebel left off with several hard boots to the sternum. Rebel waves his hand for Blade to tag him back in but Blade ignores him and sends Noble flying in to the other turnbuckle sending him head first and up over the ropes to the outside. Noble is down on the apron as Blade slowly reaches down through the middle ropes to bring him back in the ring and as he does, picks him up on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position and spins around in circles causing the entire building to spin. He flips Noble over as he lands hard on his back before Blade makes the cover…

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Blade pushes Noble back in the corner and reaches out to tag Rebel back in the ring. Johnny hops through the middle ropes and points for Blade to get out of the ring which allows Noble enough time to suckerpunch Rebel right in the mouth. He rolls out of the way and dives towards Gates in the corner. The crowd erupts as C.J. catapaults himself over the top rope and in to the ring, dropping bomb after bomb in to the mouth of Rebel. He whips him in the ropes and takes off on the opposite side of the ring slingshotting him back to meet Rebel in the ring with a diving forearm smash. Gates picks him up over his shoulder and sets him on the second turnbuckle putting each leg on the outside of the ropes before climbing the turnbuckle himself and slinging Rebel over top with a hurricanrana. Rebel hits the mat hard and Gates covers

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Harvey: Rebel’s taking quite the beating here, Johnny. I don’t know if he can take much more!

Chase: It looks like Rebel and Blade are having some difficulties working together while Gates and Noble seem to be on the same page!

The fans let Gates know they are still behind him and as C.J. pulls Rebel up from the mat. He whips him back in to the corner and Gates rushes in for a huge running body splash, and as Rebel stumbles out of the corner, Gates dropkicks him to the knee and follows it up with a shining wizard which sends split flying from Rebel’s mouth in to the crowd. Gates goes for the cover..

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Blade’s interference causes Noble to come flying in from the other side of the ring and takes his opponent out with a massive clothesline. All four men are in the ring as Blade and Noble are trading blows on one side of the ring and Gates has complete control over Rebel on the other. Gates nods towards Noble as Kurt whips Blade in to the center of the ring and Gates does the same with Rebel but Rebel leaps over Blade and drives a running elbow in to the temple of Noble, while Gates catches Blade on the other side of the ring with a high-knee to the face. It’s pure bedlam in the ring as the referee isn’t sure who the legal man in the ring is anymore.

Harvey: Pure pandemonium in the ring right now! All four man want to get the leg up on the other three!

Chase: Come on, Blade!

Noble trades a right fist with Rebel, who comes back with a left. Blade is shoving Gates backwards to the center of the ring. Noble goes in wildly swinging towards Rebel who ducks as Noble decks the back of Gates’ head. Rebel rolls out of the ring as Blade backs away seeing Noble clobber Gates. The Undisputed champion gets back up from his one knee and turns around to see Noble as the only one around him. He shoves Noble in the corner but Kurt doesn’t allow himself to be bullied and shoves back.

Chase: It looks like Gates has had enough of Kurt’s underhanded dealings lately! He’s finally going to get that cripple back for stealing his belt!

The two go nose to nose as Blade takes advantage of having Gates back turned and with both hands raised in the air is prepared to drop a double-axehandle on the champion. However, Gates doesn’t see Blade behind him and scoops Noble up thinking he was coming after him and drops him with the Gatescrasher. Gates realizes Noble was trying to protect him from Blade’s sneak attack but the damage has been done as Blade comes flying in with huge brogue kick that about takes Gates’ head off. The champion rolls out of the ring and is out on the concrete floor as Rebel sees the perfect opportunity to pin Noble. He rolls in and puts a foot over Noble, who’s still not moving from Gates’ shoulder jawbreaker. The referee begins his count…

Harvey: No! No! Not this way!

Chase: Yes! Yes! Yes!

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Blade stomps the referee behind his head before he could make the final three count.

Harvey: Blade just cost himself the victory! Kurt’s out cold… he wasn’t kicking out! Why would he do that?

Chase: He’s giving Rebel a taste of his own medicine! Remember a few weeks ago when Blade had Noble finished and Rebel pulled the referee out? How does it taste, Johnny!

Rebel immediately pops up and goes to get in the face of Blade but Blade ducks out of the ring and over to the timekeeper’s table where he picks up the APW Undisputed Championship. He begins walking towards the entrance ramp, shoving Gates down flat on the ground with his foot along the way. However, before Blade can get far, Rebel stops him in his tracks and starts tugging the championship away from his former confidant. Rebel gets the upper hand and rips the belt away from Blade and as he does, jumps back in the ring. However, Noble is ready and waiting and drops Rebel with an Olympic slam and picks up the belt himself. Rebel slides out of the ring, while Blade looks on from the ramp as Kurt climbs to the second turnbuckle with the belt raised above his head. The fans aren’t sure what to make of Noble with the belt as all three challengers have had their hands on it at some point during the evening.

Harvey: Could this be a preview of Sunday evening at RassleMania? Kurt Noble as Undisputed champion?

Chase: Of course not! My money is on Blade!

Gates finally makes it up from the ground and sees Noble in the ring with his belt. He slides back in the ring and pulls Noble down off the turnbuckle and motions towards the Undisputed championship. Noble selfishly shoves his hand aside as Gates goes to reach for his belt. Blade has made his way up the ramp as Rebel chases him through the curtains. In a matchup of two of the biggest faces in the company, the fans are undecided who to cheer for. Gates screams for Noble to hand over his championship and when Kurt refuses, Gates takes matters in to his own hands. C.J. starts to deliver rights and lefts to Noble’s head but Noble isn’t interested in trading blows with the champion and drops the belt while ducking out of the ring. Kurt wraps his hands around his waist like he’s going to be wearing the belt after RassleMania but C.J. drapes the belt over his shoulder. The fans are split down the middle as Overdrive goes off air with a dueling “Let’s go C.J.” and “Let’s go Kurt” chants from the capacity crowd.[/center]

Harvey: That’s all from Lexington! We’ll see you at RassleMania, folks!


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