RASSLEMANIA VIII

[President Jeff]

DARK MATCH

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RD Heart VS Assassin

It's a dark match so don't expect war and peace (or Warren Peace, for that matter. He's in a match on the actual show) here. Basically, what happened right was RD Heart came out yeah? And he started like being a dick and mouthing off to the crowd for a bit. Then this Assassin dude came out who I think of as a flabby tank. He's chunky but he'll run your ass over. Anyway, Assassin gets in the ring and Heart doesn't really care. He's still arguing with people. So Assassin is like "Right, I've had enough of this" and puts Heart in the Lights Out untiL Heart goes unconscious. He gets the win.

Winner: Assassin[/center]

DARK MATCH
Mr. Dangerous Vs Jason Andrews Vs Odin Balfore

The referee calls for the bell as both Andrews and Balfore charge at Mr. Dangerous trying to pick up the early win. Both men start a barrage of blows knocking Dangerous to the floor as they over power him. Bacon drops to his knees for the early cover but is quickly rolled off Mr Dangerous by Balfore who begins to stomp away at both men using his size advantage. Turning his back and raising his arms to the crowd as they begin to boo him. Balfore makes his way over to Bacon and pulls him up by his hair whipping him hard into the turnbuckle and follows it up with a big splash. Bacon is looking dazed already as Mr Dangerous struggles to get to his feet.

Balfore is looking to end the match early as he continues to attack Bacon in the corner preparing to whip him across the ring. Bacon somehow manages to reverse it and kicks Balfore in the gut dropping him to one knee. Using the ropes for momentum he bounces off them and comes back hard with a high knee to the chin only slightly rocking Balfore. He runs again only this time Mr. Dangerous trips him using his hand sending him crashing into Balfore where their heads collide knocking both men to the floor.

Mr. Dangerous is up to his feet and stands in between both men who are semi unconcoius on the mat. He does some sort of arm movement and jumps over Balfore using the ropes for momentum, coming back he fails to jump Balfore properly tripping himself bringing him crashing down on top of both men. The referee is confused as Mr. Dangerous just lies there motionless on top of Balfore and Bacon before realizing he is pinning them both at the same time. The referee srops and begins to count…

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3!!!

Winner: Mr. Dangerous

As the video ends, Pyro shoots from the stage. The crowd is screaming at the top of their lungs as the camera pans through the crowd

Harvey: WELCOME EVERYONE TO THE BIGGEST EVENT OF THE YEAR. WELCOME TO THE EVENT WHERE BOYS BECOME MEN, MEN BECOME LEGENDS, AND LEGENDS BECOME IMORTAL. WELCOME EVERYONE TO RASSLEMANIA VIII!!!

The Camera cuts to Johnny Chase and Darren Harvey

Chase: LISTEN TO THE CROWD, I CAN BARELY HEAR MYSELF. I’M JOHNNY CHASE ALONG SIDE DARREN HARVEY. AND ALSO CALLING THE ACTION TONIGHT ARE RUSS T NAILZ AND STEVE BECKETT!

The Camera cuts to Nailz and Beckett

Nailz: ITS GREAT TO BE HERE AT RASSLEMANIA VIII. AND WE HAVE A HUGE SHOW PLANNED, TELL’EM STEVE!

Beckett: WE HAVE 12 MATCHES TAKING PLACE, 7 OF THEM BEING TITLE MATCHES! WE WILL SEE THE FINALS OF THE TAP OUT TITLE TOURNAMENT WITH CHAZ DILLINGER TAKING ON ANTHONY BAILEY. ALSO MICHAEL CALLAHAN DEFENDS THE SUICIDAL TITLE AGAINST CHRIS MCKENZI. AND IN OUR FIRST OF OUR DOUBLE MAIN EVENT, JASON KASH DEFENDS THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE AGAINST JOHNNY KNUCKLES!

The camera goes back to Harvey and Chase.

Harvey: AND ON THE OVERDRIVE SIDE, WE HAVE TERRY MARVIN AND KEATON SAINT FOR THE OVERDRIVE TITLE IN AN “I QUIT” MATCH! ALSO FOR THE XTREME TITLE, JOHN DIONYSUS DEFENDS AGAINST MICHAEL HARRIS. AND THE MAIN EVENT FOR TONIGHT, FOR THE UNDISPUTED TITLE, CJ GATES DEFENDS AGAINST BLADE, JOHNNY REBEL AND KURT NOBLE

Chase: I CAN’T WAIT. WE’VE WORKED A YEAR FOR TONIGHT, SO LETS GO TO THE RING!

[President Jeff]

“Cult of Personality” hits on the PA, and the Indianapolis crowd erupts in cheers for their hometown hero.

Chase: AND HERE WE GO! We’re kicking off the biggest show of the year, the right way!

Harvey: The Indianapolis native has come home, and these fans couldn’t be anymore happy!

Nathaniel Havok makes his way to the top of the ramp, and the fans erupt into even louder cheers than before. He stands at the top of the ramp for a minute, soaking in the admiration of his hometown crowd. From the ceiling of the arena, hundreds of balloons, confetti, and streamers begin to fall.

Harvey: Wait, what in the hell is all of this?

Chase: It’s a homecoming befitting of a king, that’s what it is!

Nathaniel slowly walks down the ramp, and enters the ring. He childishly kicks a few balloons around, before grabbing a microphone from Tony Ferrari. The music dies out, but the fans continue to cheer as loud as they can, for their hometown hero. Nathaniel tries to calm them down, but to no avail. With a childish grin on his face, everyone can tell that Nathaniel is very humbled by his hometown crowd. They continue to cheer him as loud as they can, before he finally attempts to speak over them.

Havok: Six long years…

The fans erupt once again, knowing exactly what he’s saying.

Havok: It’s been six long years, since I’ve had the privilege of wrestling in my hometown… And God damn does it feel good to be home!

The fans continue to cheer.

Havok: Tonight is a very special night. But it’s not just going to be a special night for me, it’s going to be a special night for all of you as well. Tonight, Nathaniel Havok continues his undefeated streak in the great state of Indiana. Tonight, Nathaniel Havok shows the world that Hurricane Jeff doesn’t have it anymore. And tonight… Nathaniel Havok becomes the number one contender for the APW Undisputed Championship!

Nathaniel now gets a mixed reaction from the capacity crowd, as many of them still support President Jeff.

Havok: For those of you who watched Overdrive a few weeks ago, you know what this is REALLY about. This isn’t about Nathaniel Havok trying to take too much away from Jeff and Action Packed Wrestling, and it’s not about my childish antics, either! Jeff’s beef with me has to do with the fact that he can’t stand to see me break out of his element. Jeff can’t stand the fact that Nathaniel Havok is bigger than Action Packed Wrestling! I’m a standout star in this business, bigger than any main event attraction that Hurricane Jeff has on his roster.

The fans erupt in glee, agreeing with Nathaniel Havok.

Havok: So what do you do when someone tries to break through the glass ceiling that you’ve worked so hard to build? Well… If you’re name is Hurricane Jeff, you challenge them to a match in their hometown, and hoax them into putting their career on the line.

The fans cheers, suddenly turn into boos.

Havok: If anyone is able to see right through Jeff’s charade, it’s the very-intelligent people that reside in my hometown, Indianapolis, Indiana!

The fans cheer once again, and Nathaniel begins to chuckle. It’s obvious that he’s not used to attention like this, or hasn’t been for some time now.

Havok: All week, I’ve been doing radio shows, and hearing about how big this match is. This has been a year-long journey, and I don’t see things ending between Jeff and I any other way. BUT…

Nathaniel looks around the ring at all of the balloons and confetti.

Havok: All of this… This is my way of telling you what’s going to happen tonight. A PRE-match celebration of sorts, Celebrating my triumphant victory over the APW President, and the continuance of my domination, in Action Packed Wrestling.

As the fans get loud with cheers once again, Nathaniel looks around at the thousands upon thousands people inside Lucas Oil Stadium.

Havok: I want to share this night with each and every one of you, as well as the people that I love the most. So without any further ado, lets get this party started! Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to bring both my family, and my friends into the ring right now!

The fans erupt in applause, as Cult of Personality begins to play once again. Nathaniel’s family begins walking down the ramp, as Nathaniel himself steps out of the ring to assist some family and friends into the squared-circle. When they all enter the ring, the music dies out.

Havok: It feels so good to be surrounded by the people I love! My sister, my brother, my cousins, best friends, and people that I grew up with! Having you all here right now, really means a lot to me. It shows me that no matter what, I can always overcome anything I’m up against. I have you all there to support me, you’re my backbone. And with all of you watching tonight from the crowd, I will not disappoint you, I promise! After RassleMania is over, the Jacobs family and our friends will tear this city apart, with the biggest party that you’ve ever seen in your life! And everyone in this arena is invited!

The fans erupt in cheers once again. Nathaniel is able to quiet them down rather quickly.

Havok: Damn, this feels good! It feels good to have you all on my side, and it feels good to…

All of the sudden, “Can You Feel It” by the Jacksons hits on the PA, much to the surprise of Nathaniel Havok. The fans erupt in cheers, as so do the announcers, as Jermaine Jackson makes his way to the top of the ramp from behind the curtain.

Chase: WHAT!?!? That’s… That’s… That’s… THAT’S JERMAINE JACKSON! JERMAINE JACKSON IS AT RASSLEMANIA!

Harvey: There are a lot of celebrities in the house, but Jermaine Jackson! This is huge!

With a jewelry box and a microphone in his hand, Jermaine Jackson makes his way to the ring. Nathaniel seems shocked, in awe that Jermaine Jackson is here to see him. The music dies out as Jermaine puts his hand on Nathaniel’s shoulder.

Jackson: I got a call this week from my agent, telling me that APW was in Indiana, and this could possibly be your last match. So I just had to come and check things out! I mean, the biggest show in professional wrestling, taking place in my home state! I had to be here! But more than that, I had to be here for you. Aside from the Jackson family, you’re the biggest success story to come out of this state. And if your career just so happens to get cut short here tonight, I want you to know that the entire family, is here to support you.

Jermaine holds out the large jewelry box in his hands, giving it to Nathaniel. Nathaniel opens it up to see a white glove, covered in rhinestones from top to bottom.

Jackson: This glove was worn by my brother Michael, during a sequence of concerts from our 1984 Victory Tour. The family wants you to have this, in show of our support. But not only that, we would like to thank you as well. Thank you for always being a fan, supporting us and Michael, as well as all of the hard work you’ve done with your success, to try and clear his name. We love you, you’re on of us, and we’re with you all the way.

Nathaniel is taken back by what has been said. Humbled by this experience, he’s seems speechless.

Havok: I don’t know what to say… Thank you, very much. I mean, I…

For some reason, Nathaniel’s microphone cuts off. He attempts to speak into it again, but nothing comes out. He walks over to Tony Ferrari, who hands him another microphone.

Havok: This is such a…

Once again, his microphone is cut off.

Harvey: What the hell is going on?

Chase: We can’t have technical difficulties at RassleMania! How unprofessional does this look?

Tony Ferrari grabs another microphone, and begins to test the mic.

Ferrari: Testing… Testing… 1,2...

Ferrari takes the microphone to Nathaniel, who puts the microphone to his lips once again.

Havok: I’ve really got to say, this has to be the…

Nathaniel’s microphone cuts off once again, leaving him enraged. All of his family and friends continue standing in the ring, as Nathaniel quickly drops the mic, and exit’s the ring. He heads to the backstage area, and right behind him follows Jermaine. Nathaniel’s family slowly starts to make their way to ringside, as the cameras cut backstage where Nathaniel has made his way to the gorilla position.

Havok: Where is he!?!? Where is that son of a bitch? I’m going to kill him! Dammit, this is my time!

Nathaniel waits for APW personnel to answer his question, but they’re too stricken with fear to say anything. Nathaniel scoffs, and quickly walks off with Jermaine Jackson in toe, as the scene fades backstage

Backstage and through the doors of ‘Lucas Oil Stadium’, enters Juan Ramirez, with a throwback Colts split uniform, half Manning, other half Unitas. Walking through, the cameras immediately follow him to his location which seems to be to the locker room section. Arriving at the destination, he enters the locker room and inside of it stands the rising star, The Promise Anthony Bailey, who immediately reacts with a smile, seeing who just walked through the doors. The camera pans into the locker room with the two as they give each other a ‘bro-hug’ before ending on a handshake.

Anthony Bailey: Man, I'm glad to see you visit. How are you?

Juan Ramirez: I’m good, man … I thought I’d drop by to get the feel of APW as a whole. Last time I was here, it wasn’t a good showing but never mind that. I have been DVR’ing the shows, and I must say, you have definitely improved!

Anthony Bailey: Thanks man, I really appreciate the feedback. It definitely means a lot, especially with me going against Chaz Dillinger for that Tap Out Title.

Juan Ramirez: Good deal, homie. I’ve seen him and his work doesn’t impress me. He’s a spoiled brat but I’m not here on contract, so I can’t verbally murder that cat. What I am about to do, I’m officially going to take you under my wing. Starting tonight!

Bailey throws out that ‘picture perfect’ smile once again, happy about the news of being under the wing of Ramirez. He looks at his watch as he sees the time.

Anthony Bailey: Are you staying here for the show or what?

Ramirez nods.

Juan Ramirez: I have nothing but time, brah’ … I’ll be here. Just be sure to watch your back out there and keep those eyes open in the back of your head.

As Bailey went to exit the locker room, his last visible expression behind the smile was sort of a confused look to what Ramirez was saying about the ‘eyes in the back of his head’. He nodded on before stepping out. Ramirez remained in the locker room, eyes on the television screen to the side of him.

A Video package for the Tap Out Title match is played

[President Jeff]

Ferarri: The Following Match up is for the APW TAPOUT CHAMPIONSHIP!! During this match, there will be no pinfalls. You must force your opponent to Tap, Nap, or if need be, make his limb Snap! Introducing First..Coming to the ring hailing from Tampa Bay, FL! He is "THE PROMISE" ANNNTHOOONNYYY BAAAILLLEEYY!!

The crowd explodes into cheers as "Hometown Hero" by Big K.R.I.T. begins to blare and fog starts to roll down the entrance way. The arena lights turn blue and the fog creates a haze effect. Anthony "The Promise" Bailey steps out from behind the curtain slowly. He stops for a moment, flashes his signature smile, and looks around the arena. Bailey's eyes widen as he strides to the ring greeting multiple fans. He climbs up the ring steps, steps through the ropes and into the ring.

Nailz: So who you got? "Mr. I-Know-Celebrities" or "I'm A RICH BITCH!"? I think it's tough to call..

Beckett: I don't think either would appreciate your choice of nicknames. I'm not one to have a pick during a match, I just want to enjoy it, be entertained by it and these two men will entertain here tonight!

Ferarri: His opponent, being accompanied by Helena! He is "America's Most Wanted" CHAZZZ DILLLINGERRR!!!!

“All About the Benjamin’s” starts to play on the loudspeaker as the fans begin to boo very loud. Chaz Dillinger makes his way out from the back, holding onto a towel that is laid across the back of his neck. With Helena in toe, Chaz pays no attention the fans who are trying to boo him out of the building. He casually walks down the ramp and climbs the stairs, stepping into the ring as Helena stays outside so her man can have the spotlight. He runs the ropes a few times before taking the towel off of the back of his neck, and throwing it into the crowd. He then takes off his robe, and hands it to Helena on the outside as his music dies out.

Beckett: They've competed against each other before and this will be a much bigger, more important match than before! The crowd is wanting a new TapOut Champion!

TAP OUT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

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Chaz Dillinger Vs Anthony Bailey


Chaz bounces in his corner as the referee lifts the TapOut Championship high above him to show what this match is for and why they need to be at their best tonight. The sound of the bell gets this match underway. Bailey throwing his arms up to hype the crowd, getting them behind the fan favorite. Bailey wipes his feet and steps to the center of the ring where Chaz Dillinger is at staring down each other as they come forehead to forehead.

Nailz: How funny would it be if Chaz kissed him? Haha!

Beckett: I think he's more concerned with the TapOut Title than kissing dudes.

Nailz: Helena looks enough like a dude..Might be Ru Pauling it!

Anthony Bailey pulls away from Chaz with his eye catching smile. Chaz Dillinger cocks back and slaps the smile off Bailey's face. It lands in the front row somewhere and the two begin swinging rapidly at one another. Blast for blast they go at it like lap dogs barking at a doorbell. Chaz yanks Bailey and locks him with a Side Headlock, holding him at his side and squeezing tightly.

Bailey lifts and drops Chaz backwards, landing into the canvas with a backdrop. Bailey rolls over on Chaz and locks in an Arm Triangle and Chaz scrambles as it's being locked in. He grabs the ropes and the referee pulls apart the submission attempt. Anthony Bailey gets to his feet as Chaz slides out of the ring and consults with Helena.

Bailey goes back to hyping the crowd, getting them to shatter Dillinger with Boos and they pour it on him. Chaz flips off a guy in the front row and grabs the middle rope as he leaps up, landing a knee onto the ring apron. Standing on the outside of the ropes, Chaz bounces through the ropes and into the ring. They lock up again and Bailey drops behind Chaz, pinning an arm up behind Chaz's back and arching it up.

Chaz gets up on his tippy toes and walks forward, Bailey shoves him by the arched arm and sends him chest first into a nearby corner turnbuckle. Chaz spins around swinging but Bailey ducks it and comes it crushing blows into Dillinger's midsection and continuing the shots up into his chest and ending the combo with an elbow to the jaw and Chaz slumps down into the turnbuckles.

Nailz: Anthony Bailey working Chaz over like he's nothing right now! This early in the match and I'm impressed with him thus far!

Beckett: Chaz Dillinger needs to do something or he'll be walking out of this match without the TapOut Championship..

Nailz: My butt is starting to hurt, these RassleMania chairs are hard! I'm gonna be numb by night's end.

Beckett: Umm..Alright...?

Bailey lifts and puts Dillinger up sitting on the top turnbuckle. Anthony climbs up in front of Chaz and positions him for a Superplex but Dillinger drills Bailey in the gut and shoves Bailey. However Bailey doesn't release the headlock and comes falling from the top ropes, pulling Chaz Dillinger with him. They land and bounce, flipping back over and Chaz lands under Anthony Bailey who still has the headlock and turns it into a Guillotine as he straddles Dillinger's waist. The referee realizes a submission is being attempted and drops down to check on Chaz.

He struggles, wiggles, bucks his waist and tries to turn on his side but nothing is working. He pinches, punches, thrusts and tries to find eyeballs to grind his fingers over but Bailey has shit locked in and it's getting tighter. Dillinger can feel things starting to get tingle and he bites Bailey right in the armpit. Bailey releases the hold, grabbing his armpit and looking up at the referee to explain. Chaz doesn't give him time to be a rat ass snitch and hits him in the throat.

Coughing and falling forward, Anthony Bailey forgets the bite and tries to keep himself on top of Dillinger. Chaz bucks and throws his legs up, shoving Bailey down his body and he manages to lock in a Leg Triangle and goes to lock it but as he does, Bailey begins to pull himself and Dillinger off the canvas. The fans are getting loud as Anthony Bailey lifts Chaz up with Chaz having a Triangle Locked in with his legs. MMA fans rejoice at the Martial Arts Submission move but it's over as Bailey turns and slams Chaz on his back into the canvas.

Beckett: These two are merging Pro Wrestling with Mixed Martial Arts, are we converting?

Nailz: I am a Wrestling Broadcast Announcer! I pity the fools who favor MMA! Snoozefeast! Let's slam, whip, and suplex! Yeyyeyeyeye LIVE ACTION!

Beckett: Wow, I'll take a pay cut to find a new "Broadcast" partner..

Anthony Bailey up and leaning back against the ropes watches as Chaz Dillinger gets up to his feet. Bailey rushes forward but gets caught right into a Capture Suplex, Chaz flips it and slams Bailey down. Up again, Chaz puts one open palm against the side of Bailey's head. Pushing it down to the right and his other hand holds down the left shoulder. Chaz drops vicious and repeated knees into the shoulder and neck of Anthony Bailey.

With each shot it cringes the audience and the referee tries talking him into stopping. Bailey jerks his arm, trying to get free but the shots keep coming. He lifts up and throws a laying down pele like kick and catches Chaz at the top of the head and he stumbles back. The kick stunned him a bit and Bailey maybe a bit surprised at it's power as he gets up aching and holding his left shoulder.

Once again Anthony Bailey walks right into Chaz Dillinger. Chaz lifts out Bailey's legs, he falls and hits the ground as Chaz goes to lock in a Texas Cloverleaf. Bailey pulls Chaz towards him using his legs and package rolls Chaz out of the submission attempt. Both hurry to their feet and lock up in a grapple. Pushing each other back and forth like a chess game, they break the hold and Bailey hits Chaz Dillinger with a toe kick that bends him over forward.

Anthony hits a simple Fireman's Carry but connects that move with a Dragon Sleeper and falls back himself, hitting his back to the mat but his head and shoulders propped in a situp position in order to hold the Dragon Sleeper. Chaz lets out a roar of screaming pain as his joints, nerves, and his spine stretch with the submission. The referee checks on Chaz who waves no on a few occasions as he squirms around. Even Helena gets up on the Ring Apron, trying to distract the referee.

Nothing is working for Chaz so Helena gets the referees attention by flashing him. The crowd goes bonkers cheering and hollering like horny dogs. The referee is taken back and is almost in a trance as he slowly walks towards Helena. Bailey tightens the hold and Chaz does tap but the referee isn't seeing it. Anthony releases the hold and jumps up to get in the referee's face.

Beckett: COME ON!! HE TAPPED!! GET THAT HUSSY OUT OF HERE!!

Nailz: So she IS a Woman! Wow! Those were beautiful ta-tas! Let's go Chaz!!

Beckett: Wha? Are you serious? Just for some clearly fake breasts? You need help..

Bailey spins the referee around, slapping his hands together explaining how he had Chaz tapping. The ref waves it off and gets back to being an official. Helena yells at Anthony Bailey and as smooth as can be, Bailey hand palms her in her face, shoving her from the Ring Apron. She lands on her backside at ringside and the fans burst in roars of laughter and cheers. Turning to his opponent, Bailey is surprised as Chaz Dillinger comes in with a clothesline. Bailey pops back up and Chaz hits another clothesline, up again and Bailey ducks a third clothesline.

They come at each other in a rush, Chaz ducks and dips behind Bailey and in a split second, he is lifting Bailey up and backwards, hitting a beautifully crafted German Suplex. Dillinger turns on his stomach and crawls to Bailey who is near the ropes laid out from the move. Chaz gets up, pulling Bailey with him. He goes to lift Bailey, wanting to put him right back into the canvas with a big Belly to Belly but Bailey claps Chaz's ears. Once, twice, three times his ears are clapped and he releases his hold on Bailey.

Shoving Chaz back, Anthony Bailey leaps and spins in a twirling cyclone and hits a perfectly aimed back elbow right into Chaz's grill. The fans pop for the move as Bailey gets to his feet, takes two steps towards Chaz's downed body and hits a high jump Elbow drop right into the chest of Chaz Dillinger. Quickly Anthony Bailey, goes to lock in another submission but Chaz fights it off and sticks a finger in Bailey's eye without the referee taking notice. Bailey grabs his face and rolls off Dillinger and his grunts and ughhs of pain are where his focus is for the moment. Giving Chaz enough time to capitalize on the situation.

Beckett: I think Chaz thumbed him..

Nailz: And that's what you get for thinking...Watch the match and shut up! We might get to see Helena's Breast again!

Chaz rips Bailey up from the canvas and whips him across the ring. He bounces on the ropes and comes back to Chaz who steps to the side and tries to hook in the Crippler Crossface but as they spin, Bailey shoves Chaz away from him. Chaz hits the ropes and comes quickly trying to hit a Clotheslines but Bailey ducks it and runs at the ropes himself. He jumps up, springboarding his feet off the middle rope and back flipping over, grabbing Chaz's head as he turns towards Bailey and Chaz Dillinger is hit with the "Word Of Promise". Bailey doesn't just hit the move normally but keeps the head locked and grips back, yanking Chaz's head and neck backwards and giving him no room to move or squirm and it doesn't take but a brief moment before Chaz is forced to slap the canvas repeatedly. Anthony Bailey releases the hold and gets up in a hurry as Ferarri makes it official.

Winner and new APW Tap Out Champion: Anthony Bailey[/center]

Ferrari: Your Winner via Submission...AND NEW APW TAPOUT CHAMPION!!! "THE PROMISE" ANNNTHONNYYY BAAAAIIIILLEYYYY!!!!

Nailz: Well no boobs but that was a spectacular finish by our new TapOut Champion. I bet Chaz feels like garbage, I wonder how many people he'll complain too about losing here tonight.

Beckett: That's right, some might argue that he had this match in the bag. However "The Promise" showed us tonight that Promise is something you can't buy with money!

"Hometown Hero" plays as the Referee brings the TapOut Championship to Anthony Bailey. He grabs his new belt and unbuckles it, slapping it across the front of his waist. The referee does him the honor of buckling it up in the back as Bailey raises his arms and celebrates with the cheering crowd.

The cameras cut backstage where Shane West is standing with Nathaniel Havok, and Jermaine Jackson.

West: Nathaniel, can you help us to make any sense of what happened earlier tonight?

Havok: There’s only one possible explanation, Jeff just HAD to ruin my pre-party! He’s so into himself, his ego is so big, he had to ruin the first segment of the biggest show this year!

West: Do you think?

Havok: No, I KNOW! And when I find him, I’m going to make sure he doesn’t make it to the ring tonight! I’m going to…

Jackson: Just save it for the match, Nathaniel. Save it for the match! That way, you know he doesn’t stand a chance!

Nathaniel weighs the situation…

Havok: Come on, let’s get out of here.

Nathaniel and Jermaine walk away, leaving Shane West by himself.

[President Jeff]

RassleMania cuts backstage, where backstage interviewer Cindy Shannon is standing with the APW Tag Team Champions, The Studmuffins, and their manager, Biggs.

Cindy: Ladies and gentle, I'm joined now by the APW Tag Team Champions, The Studmuffins. Now Studs, there are reports on the internet that the two of you spent last night in prison. What's the story on that?

Biggs: Allow me to answer that.

The fans boo as Biggs steps to the forefront, and answers Cindy's question.

Biggs: Yesterday, Armando and Stan thought it would be fun to commander my private jet without telling me first, which led to me having to get a last minute ticket on a coach flight out here to Indianapolis. As such, I did what any reasonable person would do when their property is taken without permission, and I called the cops.

Cindy: That, I can get. But why did you have them spend the night in jail, especially on the eve of the biggest match of their career?

Biggs: It's simple, I was showing them tough love! Do I like the fact that my clients spent the night in the slammer right before tonight's match? No, not in the slightest. But the fact is that I did it to show them that there are consequences for their actions! Like for example, if they don't take tonight's match as seriously as they should be, they could very well leave Indianapolis tonight as former champions. Do I want that to happen? Of course not, but they need to be aware of the fact that that is a distinct possibility if they enter that match with their heads in the wrong place. They need to be focused on winning first, entertaining the fans second, and the post match party dead last!

Biggs turns towards the Studmuffins, looking both of them right in the eyes as he continues to talk.

Biggs: I wanted you two to realize just how big of a deal it is to compete for a championship at RassleMania! Due to my concussion, I am forced to miss out on performing in that ring here tonight. I don't want you guys taking for granted what a privalege, what an honor it is to wrestle on the biggest show of the year! A big reason that I'm so hard on you guys is because this year, you two are not just representing yourselves at RassleMania, you're representing me! Because I am not physically cleared to compete, the only way I get to experience RassleMania this year is through the two of you. It's a selfish reason, I know, but the fact is that I want the two of you to be focused on this match in such a way that there's no possible outcome other than you two retaining the tag team titles!

Stan: Now don't go thinking that we aren't focused on this match, Biggs! I don't think that winning the match and entertaining the fans are mutually exclusive! I think we can do both, and we will! As for the post match party, it's going to be epic, Cindy! And of course, you're invited! But about our stay in prison last night, I actually think it was the best thing that could have happened to us! Not only did we get use of the prison gym, but we got to work out with some of the most hardened criminals in the entire state of Indiana! My cellmate was a fella that stole over $5,000 worth of post-it notes from his work! If that's not a criminal, I don't know what is!

Sr. Guapo: And of course, by work out, Stan doesn't mean that we had sexy time with the inmates, although some of them did try, no, we went in there and made sure we were the top of the pecking order!

Stan and Biggs both have uncomfortable looks on their faces, as Sr. Guapo doesn't realize how wrong the words that he is saying are.

Sr. Guapo: In fact, there was a boxing ring in the prison gym, and we got right in there and manhandled anyone who came our way! We slammed them to the mat, and beat them till our hands were sore!

Stan: Armando! Stop while you're behind! I'm sorry, bro, but I just got to cut you off!

Sr. Guapo: What? Was it something I said?

Stan: Yes! Yes it was! But back on topic, tonight, we defend our APW Tag Team Championships against three other teams. While we'd like to say that it's against the best of the best, let's be honest here, everyone is expecting for it to come down to us versus the Martyrs of Madness. They are who we've been focusing on in our match preparation, they are the ones who we've formulated our game plan to account for. We didn't spend too much time preparing for the other two teams, because quite frankly, they didn't give us too much reason to in the first place! But we know that we're in for not just a fight, but a flat out war with the Martyrs of Madness!

At this point, Armando flexes, showing off his biceps.

Sr. Guapo: And with guns like these, we're sure to win the war!

Stan: We know that the Martyrs aren't just going to roll over for us, and they know the same about us. Whoever is going to win this match is simply going to be the team that digs down deeper and guts it out. They are a talented team, don't get me wrong, but there's a reason that we beat them four weeks ago, and it's the same reason we're going to beat them tonight!

Sr. Guapo: The fact is, if they haven't already got them, all of our opponents better quickly go out and get oven mitts, because they'll find out in a few short moments that we are just...

Both: TOO HOT TO HANDLE!

The Studmuffins walk off screen with Biggs following shortly after.

Cindy: We'll see that match a little bit later tonight! Back to you guys at ringside!

Harvey: Rasslemania is going to keep rolling down the highway of wrestling adventure as up next a returning Pence Weatherlight goes one on one on one with the debuting Shaun Granville and the newcomer, Bearded Dragon on his path of APW redemption.

Chase: At his best, Pence could be the headliner of the company but it remains to be seen if Pence can actually reach those heights again or if his best days and indeed behind him.

The Titantron bursts to static as the lights all dim down and begin to flash different colors at random, the fans turn their eyes to the entrance ramp, as all the light go out. A voice comes out over the speakers saying "Baby don't fear the Reaper." and then the lights come on. "Everything" by Pillar hits the speakers now and the lights begin to flicker red, white, and blue. The fans all begin to cheer as Pence emerges on to the Entrance ramp wearing a red, white, and blue vest with a pair of black and blue shorts, he salutes the fans who all begin to chant "Mr. Main Event".

Chase: Those fans might be a little ahead of themselves this evening.

Harvey: It's the amazing power of nostalgia giving Pence this welcoming this evening. The fans remember and respect this man and hope he still has a future in APW

Ferrari: The following contest is a Triple Threat bout, where the first man to score a pinfall or submission will be the victor. Introducing first, making his way to the ring at this time, Hershey, Pennsylvania... PENNNNNNNNCE WEATHERRRRRLIIIIIIGGHHHHT!

Pence makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands, and taking poses so that the fans can take pictures of him. He finally makes it into the ring and then jumps up on to one of the turnbuckles and flexes. He then jumps down and repeats the process on the opposite sides turnbuckle, before finally jumping down, and going to the middle, he begins to pace looking at the entrance ramp, awaiting his opponents.

Harvey: Pence certainly looks prepped and ready, this may be his first step to redemption here tonight.

"AND NOW FOR OUR FEATURED PRESENTATION" a booming classy voice says as the lights dim and begin to flicker as the first few bars of All Of The Lights by Kanye West kicks in. The crowd rise to there feet in anticipation, ready to boo and jeer the A-Lister himself.

Chase: Pence may be ready to restart his APW career but he's going to be opposite one man full of his own confidence here tonight.

Harvey: Granville makes me wonder if he's using APW on his stepping stone to Hollywood. He has to realise that APW and indeed Pence Weatherlight are no joke.

The drum line kicks in, Rihanna starts singing and out steps Showtime Shaun Granville from behind the curtain, only to be greeted by another curtain, a curtain of animosity towards him. The unfazed movie star starts a slow strut down the ramp with a cocky smirk all over his face.

After insulting the fans, the brash young superstar slides into the ring and swiftly pops up, opens his arms wide as the hail of boo's continue to reign down from the crowd bouncing of the impenetrable confidence of Showtime and making him even smugger to know these people are talking about him.

Ferrari: And introducing competitor number 2, he hails from Athens, Ohio, he is SHOWTIMEEEEE, SHAUN! GRANVILLLEEEEE!

He reiterates to his corner and awaits his match

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.

Harvey: And here comes Overdrive newcomer, Bearded Dragon. You have to think he'll be looking to set the stage for his APW career right here at Rasslemania.

Chase: Sure, he may have won his debut but the odds are not in his favour tonight, he's going to have to work hard to come out of Rasslemania to continue with his streak of victory.

Ferrari: And finally, competitor number 3...he hails from the Pine Barrens of Southern New Jersey... he is the BEARDED! DRRRRRRRRRRAGON!

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

Harvey: Let's get this one under way.

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH

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Pence Weatherlight Vs Bearded Dragon Vs Shaun Granville


Pence wastes no time in the bout as the second the bell rings, he rushes towards Shaun Granville, slamming him in the side of the head with a stiff elbow. The elbow catches Granville completely off guard and he hasn't got enough time to block the continued flurry of elbows to the temple from a highly energised Pence Weatherlight. Instead of getting involved in the fray, Bearded Dragon stands off to the side of the conflict looking for an opening. The opening quickly presents itself as Pence manages to floor Granville and is just about to continue to attack when Dragon slips in behind Pence, lifting him and dropping him down to the mat hard with a rather stiff German Suplex. Instead of breaking the hold, Dragon bridges the German suplex and goes for a quick pin in the early going.

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Chase: Smart strategy by Dragon there, letting Pence do the dirty work then picking his chance to pounce.

Harvey: It wasn't enough to get the job done however as Pence manages to break free of the pin.

Pence is quick to get back up to a even base after the attack from Dragon, Dragon tries to continue his attack on Pence but it is not to be as Granville, looking to grab hold of Pence, accidentally grabs Dragon's tights and sends him throat first into the ropes. As Dragon spins around back towards Pence, Pence is quick to pounce on Dragon himself, smacking him as hard as he can in the face with a brutal super kick. Dragon crumbles to the mat and Pence is quick to go in for him own pinfall attempt.

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Chase: That super kick may have been one of the most brutal I have ever seen in my long time in this industry.

Harvey: You always save the show stoppers for Rasslemania.

Chase: Pence certainly has.

Before Pence can even get a count of two, Granville grabs his leg and drags him off the body of Bearded Dragon. Pence gets back up, as does Granville and the two men begin to bicker in the ring over the broken pinfall attempt. Pence shoves Granville in frustration but Granville shoves right back. The two men continue the shove off for a few more attempts, allowing Bearded Dragon to recover from the the super kick. Finally Pence shoves Granville with all his might and as Granville staggers back, Dragon is there to roll him up with a quick school boy.

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Chase: No one can gain the upper hand in this bout, someone is always there to disrupt the pinfall attempt!

Pence manages to break up the pinfall attempt with ease, kicking Bearded Dragon square in the jaw. Dragon goes down from a second stiff kick from Pence but Granville is already back to his feet from the school boy attempt. Pence once again goes to elbow him in the temple but this time Granville has enough ring awareness to duck the elbow attempt from Pence. As Pence spins back around, slightly dazed and faces Granville, Granville lifts him up onto his shoulders but is quick to drop Pence back down again. Pence doesn't exactly have a pleasant trip down as Pence's gut meets Granville's knees.

Chase: Granville calls that the Tony Award! He's a true superstar and idol don't you know!?

Harvey: Eurgh.

Granville spots opportunity from his prior attack and is quick to cover Bearded Dragon, still down and out from Pence's kick to the jaw.

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Harvey: Close but not close enough for Mr. Granville here tonight.

Chase: I could've sworn that was all she wrote but Dragon still has some gas in the tank.

Bearded Dragon manages to break from from Granville's pin attempt and Granville begins to argue with the referee in deep frustration at Dragon's kick out. As he continues has argument over slow counts, Pence is slowly getting back to his feet, readying himself. He begins to stalk to arguing Granville, waiting for him to finally turn around. Suddenly the opportunity presents itself as Granville finishes up his argument and begins to turn his attention back to the match. Pence rushes towards Granville looking to take him down with the Heavy Artillery but Granville manages to dodge out of the way of Pence's charge. Pence puts the breaks on and is about to turn back towards Graville but before he gets the chance, Bearded Dragon rebounds off the ropes and nails Granville with a springboard cutter.

Harvey: Dragon is celebrating like he's already won the match.

Chase: Granville has to be out of it at this point but Bearded Dragon is forgetting one important point, Pence Weatherlight is still up and ready.

Almost as if forgetting Pence was even in the match, Bearded Dragon drops down and hooks the leg of Granville.

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Chase: A little foolish of Bearded Dragon there, completely ignoring Pence Weatherlight.

Harvey: You have to wonder if all those kicks have started to scramble his brains. You have to think he'd be aware this was not a one on one bout.

Initially amused by the pin attempt, Pence is quick to break it up, stomping the back of the head of Bearded Dragon. Dragon is slow to get back up on his feet but Granville remains out cold from the cutter. Dragon gets back up to steady footing, nursing his head as he does so. He doesn't stay up on his feet for long as Pence is ready for him. Pence takes measure of Bearded Dragon and waits for him to turn his attention to Pence. The second he does, Pence is ready, dropping Dragon with Light's Essence. Pence briefly celebrates what he just achieved but doesn't waste any time dropping down to cover Bearded Dragon. The referee counts.

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Winner: Pence Weatherlight [/center]

Ferrari: Here is your winner by pinfall... PENNNNNNNNCE WEATHERRRRRLIIIIIIGGHHHHT!

Chase: Pence does it! He returns to APW, he returns to Rasslemania and he returns with his head and hand held high!

Harvey: He may have achieved a victory here tonight but it'll be a long road before he can even think of becoming Mr. Main Event again.

Pence allows his hand to briefly be held high before he bails out of the ring as Dragon and Granville remain out cold on the mat.


The scene cuts backstage to David Fireson and Isamu Suzuki. Isamu looks focused, doing some last minute warm-ups with his eyes trained on the ground. He's dressed in just his ring attire, the two-tone short tights and long ring boots, and David's in a track suit, as he usually is for shows.

David Fireson: Alright, you ready?

Isamu nods.

Isamu Suzuki: I've never been readier for anything. There's nothing for me to worry about right now except being the best wrestler I can.

David nods, pleased with the answer. However, before they can toddle off into the sunset, APW backstage interviewer Jack Spade approaches them with a microphone.

Jack Spade: David, Isamu, this is possibly the biggest match in Isamu's career coming up, and as the only member of Team Asylum, and the entire Overdrive vs. Asylum elimination match, to compete at Rasslemania in the past, many Asylum fans have pegged Isamu as sort of the defacto leader of Team Asylum, as well as the favorite to be the last, or among the last survivors of the match. Do either of you have any thoughts about this?

David looks at Isamu stretching, still focusing, so he answers.

David Fireson: Yeah, it's true Isamu's the only guy in this match to wrestle on this big a stage before, but remember that he lost that match, another elimination match. He might not have the same jitters as the others, but what he has is a burning desire to remedy that misstep. A title shot might not be on the line for him this year, but being the sole survivor of this match is sure to make our old pal Reggie take notice again.

Jack nods a bit, but David tilts his head when he doesn't go away.

Jack Spade: One other question.

David Fireson: Oh?

Jack Spade: Yes. I've heard some rumors that your trainee is having something of an identity crisis. Can you give any insight into this?

David furrows his brow a bit, but Isamu looks up and nods, walking over to Jack. David backs away and lets Ismu take the floor.

Isamu Suzuki: I'm not sure how you heard, but you're not wrong. But it's okay, I'm past the crisis part.

Jack Spade: Past the crisis part? How do you mean?

Isamu Suzuki: It's true that I'm not sure where I'm going right now with my life and my sense of self, but there is one thing I know for sure. I'm going to be the best wrestler I can be, and tonight, in the middle of the ring on the largest stage of all?

Isamu grins.

Pause to think about that a minute.

Isamu Suzuki: That's all I need to know.

David looks at Isamu with an impressed expression on his face. He then shifts his gaze to Jack.

David Fireson: Got anything else?

Jack just shakes his head, seemingly at a loss himself. David grins, then pats Isamu on the back.

David Fireson: In that case, we've got somewhere to be. If you'll excuse us.

Isamu stretches his neck out a few times before he and David walk away, leaving the scene to cut away

[President Jeff]

Inside of his locker room, preparing for his Big Title Match is Jason Kash. The APW World Title draped over the back of a folding chair as he wears a pair of Beats Audio headphones listening to his MP3 player. He's wrapping his left hand looking at himself in a long mirror against a wall. Suddenly the door to his locker room opens and in walks about 6 beautiful, drop dead FINE ladies wearing next to nothing Bikinis. Kash happens to catch them in the mirror and spins around as their bodies grab his attention. He pulls off the headphones and lets them drop to the floor.

Jason Kash: HOTDOG! (Claps Hands) I knew today was my lucky day!

None of them speak but they surround Kash at all sides of him as he backs himself into the wall next to his mirror. The rub his chest, let their hands search down his legs and he finds himself sitting in the chair where his belt was. The women have his hands tied behind the chair and he can't seem to care. Licking his lips, smelling the women as they get close to him and he is ready for whatever wild shit they have to offer. One of the women straddle him over the chair, he smiles big showing the missing teeth on his upper row. She leans down and kisses him on the mouth, their lips touch and she slowly moves over to his neck and licks his earlobe. He does a little shake getting excited but then his locker room door opens again.

Into the room comes an elderly woman dressed in a very saggy black dominatrix suit on. Kash jumps inside the chair, not able to move his arms but he only jumps once. He can't seem to see or even notice the pretty women anymore as the extremely old mistress approaches him. Kash wiggles in his chair, trying to run but can't even stand up as the other woman hold him down.

Jason Kash: Come on now, this ain't funny..I've got a match to win! Come on who sent you? I'll pay you double!! Triple! Come on, don't do this..

Doesn't matter how much he fights and pleads with them, the Dominatrix comes to him and slowly puts each leg on the side of his own. She swirls her hips, thrusting forward at Kash and his face is disgusted. He gags and looks like he's about to start crying. Then his worst nightmares are answered as the old Dominatrix speaks out to the World Heavyweight Champion.

Dominatrix: I want you to taste this Pie!!

Her tongue sticks out her mouth as she rips off a bottom part of her black suit. The scene fades back to ringside.


Tony: The following Contest is the Asylum Vs Overdrive 8 man Elimination Tag Team Match

The Theme song for Asylum begins to play and out comes out Team Asylum, Frank Cannon, Isamu Suzuki, Matt Matlock and Billy Pepsi. They all stand together on the stage, all Wearing a Asylum T-Shirt. The 4 of them make their way down to the ring.

Tony: Introducing first, Billy Pepsi, Isamu Suzuki, Frank Cannon and Matt Matlock, they are TEAM ASYLUM

They get to the ring and they get into it and they pose for their fans.

Nailz: Looks like a winning team to me.

Chase: We’ll see about that Russ

The Theme song for Overdrive begins to play, and out comes Donovan Caine, Yarmouth, Chris Hart and Warren Peace, all wearing an Overdrive T-shirt.

Tony: And their opponents, Donovan Caine, Yarmouth, Chris Hart and Warren Peace, they are TEAM OVERDRIVE!!

They make their way down to the ring and they all get into the ring and they pose for their fans. Both teams go to their corners and they decide who will start the match for their team.

Chase: Now That’s a winning team.

Nailz: I don’t know Johnny, I think we’ll see the same result as Last years Rasslemania with Asylum coming out on top.

8 MAN ELIMINATION TAG TEAM MATCH

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Team Asylum Vs Team Overdrive

Chris Hart and Billy Pepsi start things off. They lock up and Billy gets a side headlock in. Chris throws Billy off into the ropes and Billy comes back taking Chris down with a shoulder block. Billy runs off the ropes and Chris does a nip up to his feet, hooks Billy’s arm and hip tosses him. Billy gets up and Chris, hits him with a dropkick. Billy gets to his feet and Chris takes him to the corner and throws him to the opposite corner. Chris runs at Billy and Billy catches Chris with a back elbow to the face. Billy grabs Chris by his head and sends his head, face first into the turn buckle in Team Asylums corner. Billy tags in Isamu who gets into the ring and hits Chris with some kicks in the corner and then pulls him out and snap suplexes him. Isamu covers
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Chase: Its going to take more than that.

Nailz: Isamu getting the first pin fall of the match and sending a message to team Overdrive.

Isamu lifts Chris up to his feet and Chris counters with a Jaw Breaker. Chris tags in Warren. Warren gets into the ring and takes Isamu down with a running clothesline. Isamu bounces up and Warren throws him to the corner. Warren runs and jumps at Isamu and crushes him in the corner. Isamu stumbles out of the corner and Warren throws him into the ropes and gives Isamu a back body drop. Warren waits for Isamu to get to his feet and Warren runs off the ropes and Frank Cannon knee’s Warren in the back between the ropes. Warren turns and Frank grabs Warren by his head and pulls it down over the top rope. Warren stumbles towards Isamu and Isamu takes him down with a leaping Calf kick. Warren is down and Isamu tags in Matt Matlock.

Nailz: There’s a future APW Champion.

Chase: No one cares what you think Russ!

Matt picks Warren up and goes to slam him, but as Matt has Warren up, Warren counters by landing behind Matt and rolls Matt up in a school boy.
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Matt gets up, runs at Warren and Warren takes him down with a drop toe hold and tags in Yarmouth. Yarmouth gets into the ring and grabs Matt by the throat with one hand. Before he can lifts him up for a choke slam, Matt kicks Yarmouth in the knee, breaking free from Yarmouth. Matt then pokes Yarmouth in the eye and then lifts Yarmouth up across his shoulders and drops him with a Samoan drop. Matt covers Yarmouth, hooking the leg
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Matt tags in Frank Cannon. Frank picks Yarmouth up and hits him with Knife Edge Chops, taking him to the corner. With Yarmouth in the corner, Frank hits him with some Boxing jabs, hooks and uppercuts. Frank taunts the crowd and then grabs Yarmouth in a headlock and goes for a running bulldog out of the corner, but Yarmouth shoves Frank off into the opposite corner. Frank hit’s the corner chest first and then turns towards Yarmouth who catches Frank with a big boot and covers
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Chase: Yarmouth has become a better wrestler in the past couple of month.

Nailz: I hate to agree with you Johnny, but I agree with you.

Yarmouth tags in Donovan. Donovan comes in and hits Frank some forearm shots to the face, taking him to the ropes. Donovan throws Frank into the ropes and Donovan lowers his head and Frank kicks Donovan in the face. Frank then takes Donovan down with a clothesline. He picks Donovan up and takes him to Team Asylum’s corner and tags in Billy Pepsi. Frank goes towards Team Overdrives corner and taunts them. They all try to get into the ring and the ref holds them back. In the other corner. Isamu and Matt hold on to Donovan as Billy hits Donovan with kicks and punches.

Chase: Let me guess, your proud of what team Asylum is doing there?

Nailz: I don’t agree with it, but they gotta do what they gotta do to represent Asylum to a victory.

Billy pulls Donovan out of the corner and snap mares him. Billy runs off the ropes and dropkicks him in the face. Billy hooks the leg for the cover
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Billy picks Donovan up, throws him into the ropes and Warren makes a blind tag. Billy takes Donovan over to the mat with an arm drag. Warren grabs Billy around the waist from behind and rushes him to the ropes. Billy grabs to the ropes and Warren bounces off rolling backwards. Warren gets to his feet and is met with a side kick to the gut. Billy grabs Warren in a front face lock, and hits him with a springing tornado DDT!

Nailz: PEPSI PERFECT!!

Chase: KICK OUT!!!

Billy covers
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Eliminated: Warren Peace

Nailz: One down, three more to go.

Chase: Donovan is getting in there, he’ll even things up.

Donovan gets into the ring and he points at Frank Cannon. Billy goes to his corner and tags Frank in. Donovan yells at Frank to run at him. He does and Donovan kicks Frank in the gut and hits him with the knee dropping piledriver

Chase: SIX FEET UNDER!

Donovan covers Frank
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Eliminated: Frank Cannon

Nailz: He gave it a good shot

Chase: You kidding me, I bet he’ll be next in line to face off against Mr. Dangerous soon!

Donovan tags in Yarmouth. Frank gets up and starts arguing with the ref. Frank turns his back to the ref, puls his pants down and moons the ref.

Chase: I guess we know how Frank feels about the ref!

Yarmouth grabs Frank up and tosses him out of the ring. Frank lands on the mat with his pants down around his ankles. He gets up and heads up the ramp with his bareass hanging out.

Nailz: Someone get pants on that man!

Matt Matlock gets into the ring. They go to lock up and Matt kicks Yarmouth in the gut then hits him with a few chops taking him to the corner. Matt climbs up going for a 10 count punch, but Yarmouth shoves Matt off. Matt lands on his feet and charges as Yarmouth, and Yarmouth lifts Matt over the top rope and Matt lands on the floor. Matt slowly gets up and Donovan Caine runs across the ring apron and jumps off, taking Matt down with a clothesline. Donovan lifts Matt up and Isamu is on the top rope and he dives off with a Moonsault, landing on both Donovan and Yarmouth.

Nailz: Beautiful moonsault by Isamu.

Chase: Looks like Chris Hart is about to show off as well

Chris Hart is on the top rope and waits for the three men to get up. As soon as they do, he comes off the top rope with a Cross body, taking everyone down. Its Billy Pepsi’s turn as he’s standing on the top rope waiting. The 4 guys get up and Billy jumps off and takes them all down with a 450 Splash!!

Nailz: Billy Pepsi, Stealing the show with the Pepsi Max, taking out 4 men.

Chase: What’s Yarmouth thinking of doing here?

All 5 guys get up and with Yarmouth in the ring, he runs off the ropes and with no hands, dives over the top rope, landing on all 5 men. The crowd is going crazy for all the high flying moves! Yarmouth grabs Matlock and rolls him into the ring. Yarmouth gets into the ring and scoop slams him, then runs off the ropes and drops an elbow drop. He covers
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Yarmouth puts his hand on Matt’s throat and begins choking him. The ref counts to 4 and Yarmouth releases the choke. By this time, everyone is back in their corners. Yarmouth tags in Donovan. Donovan comes in and starts foot stomping Matt and then picks him up, and sets him up for a piledriver.

Chase: Looks like Donovan is about to end Matt here with the Six Feet Under.

Donovan tries to lift Matt up, but can’t and Matt counters with a back body drop. Matt falls to his corner, tagging in Isamu. Isamu springboards off the ropes and takes Donovan down with a Hurricanrana. Isamu throws Donovan into the corner. Isamu runs at Donovan who moves out of the way. Isamu hit’s the corner chest first and Donovan gives Isamu a back rake.

Nailz: Wow, that’s really effective.

Chase: Is that sarcasm I hear in your voice? Cause I’d hate for you to get slapped

Donovan grabs Isamu and hits him with some Jujitsu Knees and then snap mares him, followed by a dropkick. After a few more stomps, Donovan picks Isamu up and takes him to the corner, lifting him up and sitting Isamu on the top rope, looking out into the crowd. Donovan climbs up and looks for a belly to back suplex. Isamu begins elbowing Donovan in the head. Donovan falls off the top rope, landing on his back. Isamu stands on the top rope and comes off with the Skytwister Press and lands it

Nailz: Shinyuu (True Courage)

Isamu covers
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Eliminated: Donovan Caine

Nailz: And then there we’re two

Chase: Its not over just yet!

Isamu goes over and tags in Billy as Chris Hart gets into the ring. Chris and Billy goes for a lock up and Chris gets behind Billy and rolls him up in a school boy
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They get up and Chris takes Billy down with an arm drag. Billy pulls himself up in the corner. Chris runs and jumps on Billy and flips him out of the corner with a monkey flip. Chris picks Billy up, throws him to the corner. Chris runs and Billy gets a boot up into Chris face. Chris stumbles back and Billy takes Chris down with a Clothesline. Billy tags in Isamu. Isamu gets into the ring, grabs Chris and throws him into the ropes. Chris comes back with Isamu taking Chris down with a spinning wheel kick. Isamu covers
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Isamu tags out to Matt. Matt picks Chris up and slams him to the mat with a full nelson slam. Matt then drops repeatedly knee drops to the face of Chris Hart and covers him.
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Chase: Never thought I’d root for Chris Hart, but C’Mon Chris.

Nailz: Chris is taking quite a beating right now

Matt picks Chris up and throws him as hard as he can into the corner. Chris hit’s the corner and comes out of it with Matt picking him up and slams him to the mat with a sidewalk slam. With Chris down, Matt gets to the top rope. Matt poses for the crowd and then jumps off with a diving head butt and Chris moves out of the way at the last second.

Chase: YES!

Nailz: Both guys are looking for the tag. This next tag could be the difference maker in this match!

Chris and Matt crawl towards their corner and Chris tags in Yarmouth and Matt tags in Isamu. Isamu gets into the ring and runs at Yarmouth who takes him down with a clothesline. Yarmouth runs over to Billy Pepsi and knocks him off the apron. Yarmouth picks Isamu up over his shoulder, runs towards the corner and drops Isamu face first onto the top turnbuckle. Yarmouth runs off the ropes and catches Isamu with a huge running boot to the face. Yarmouth covers
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Billy goes back to his corner and Yarmouth picks Isamu up and throws him into the ropes. Yarmouth goes for a clothesline but Isamu ducks it, hit’s the ropes and comes back with a dropkick, rocking the big man. Isamu runs off the ropes again and goes for another dropkick, and again, can’t take Yarmouth off his feet. Isamu runs off the ropes again and jumps up onto Yarmouth for a Hurricanrana, but Yarmouth catches him, lifts him in the air and drops him with the Last Ride Powerbomb. Yarmouth covers
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Eliminated: Isamu Suzuki

Chase: And we’re all evened up now Nailz!

As Yarmouth is getting up, Billy Pepsi runs into the ring and nails Yarmouth in the head with a shinning wizard. He goes down and Billy covers him
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Billy tags Matt in and Yarmouth brings himself to the corner and Matt attacks Yarmouth with some mudhole stomps. Matt pulls Yarmouth out of the corner and hooks him up for a suplex. He goes to lifts him, but can’t and Yarmouth comes back with a suplex of his own. Yarmouth crawls over and tags in Chris Hart. Matt gets to his feet and Chris springboards into the ring with a flying clothesline. Matt gets up and Chris throws him to the corner. Matt stumbles out of the corner and Chris comes off the ropes with a single handed bulldog. Chris covers
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Shoulder up!

Chris picks Matt up, and takes him down with a Strait-Jacket Suplex. Chris tags in Yarmouth. Yarmouth gets into the ring and yell’s “THAT’S IT”. As Yarmouth is about to pick Matt up, Billy tries getting into the ring distracting the ref, and distracts Yarmouth for a second and Matt nails Yarmouth with a low blow. Billy gets back on the ring apron. With Yarmouth bent over, Matt hook’s Yarmouth’s arms and drops him with a leaping double arm DDT.

Nailz: The Matlock Drop, there’s no getting out of that.

Matt covers Yarmouth
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Eliminated: Yarmouth

Nailz: One more to go Johnny Boy.

Chase: If theres anyone in this match who can survive a 2 on 1, its Chris Hart.

Chris gets into the ring before Matt can get up and starts attacking Matt. He throws Matt into the ropes and lifts him up and drops him with a flapjack. Chris runs off the ropes and Matt gets up and gives Chris a power slam. Matt goes over and tags in Billy. Billy gets into the ring and waits for Chris to get up, just as he does, he grabs Chris for his flipping rock bottom finisher, but Chris elbows Billy in the side of the head and breaks free. Chris runs off the ropes and Matt Matlock pulls down the ropes and Chris flips over and falls to the outside. Matt goes to the outside, grabbing Chris and spearing him into the side of the ring. The ref gets Matt away from Chris and Billy heads outside of the ring, grabs Chris and throws him into the ring barrier. He then rolls Chris back into the ring. Billy gets into the ring, picks Chris up and drops him with a Russian leg sweep. Billy goes to the top rope.

Nailz: Billy is looking to end it here and chalk another win up for Asylum over Overdrive.

Chase: Move Chris Move!!

Billy throws hits arms in the air and jumps off with an elbow drop and Chris moves out of the way. Billy grabs his elbow as he crawls to his corner and tags in Matt Matlock. Matt comes into the ring and runs at Chris who just pulls himself up in the corner. Chris moves and Matt hit’s the corner chest first. Chris grabs Matt by his head and gives him the Slice Bread #2

Chase: THE HART BREAK. THE HART BREAK!!

Chris covers Matt
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Eliminated: Matt Matlock

Nailz: Its come down to Chris Hart for Overdrive and Billy Pepsi for Asylum

Chris grabs Billy and lifts him up, setting him up for the Schwerin (Kryptonite Krunch). But Matt Matlock attacks Chris, causing Chris to put Billy down.

Chase: Get Matt out of there ref!!!

Matt grabs Chris and hooks his arms from behind. Chris is stuck and Billy is to his feet. Billy goes for a super kick, and Chris breaks free and Matt eats Billy’s boot. Billy is shocked at what he just did. Billy turns towards Chris who is coming from the ropes and nails Billy in the face with a jumping knee kick to the face.

Chase: Busaiku Knee Kick!!

Nailz: NO!!!!

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Winner: Team Overdrive (Chris Hart Sole Survivor)[/center]

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

Nailz: I can’t believe this!

Chase: Overdrive just proved here why we have the better wrestlers than Asylum.

Yarmouth, Donovan Caine and Warren Peace all come down to the ring and they all celebrate with Chris.

Chase: Chris Hart over came the odds at the end there and was still able to pull out the victory. A huge win here tonight for Chris Hart and for Overdrive.

Nailz: The Asylum verses Overdrive Rivalry at Rasslemania is now tied at one. I can guarantee that Asylum will be back on top at Rasslmania next year.

Team Overdrive continue to celebrate in the ring and we go backstage.

The camera cuts backstage, where the SoCal Gangstas, Death and Disorder, are beating down the Hometown Heroes! Death is stomping the living daylights out of Mark Jackson, while Disorder chokes Jun Yao with both hands, holding him up against the wall! Both members of the Hometown Heroes are bleeding profusely while Jasmine Lee screams for help!

Nailz: Now this is just uncalled for! The SoCal Gangstas are trying to take the Hometown Heroes out of tonight's Four-Way Tag Team Match for the APW Tag Team Titles!

Beckett: There's no try about it! It looks like they're succeeding!

Nailz: Still, somebody needs to break this up!

Disorder spits in the face of Jun before tossing him hard into the floor, but before he can follow up, The Studmuffins run into view to make the save! The fans can be heard cheering as “Stunning” Stan Everdeen and “Sr. Guapo” Armando Asante run to rescue, and Adam Young motions for his guys to retreat. The SoCal Gangstas run off right as the Studmuffins reach the downed Hometown Heroes. The Studs just glare in the direction of their foes as Jasmine Lee continues to cry. The camera switches back out to the Asylum announce table.

Nailz: Well that was just low down dirty by the SoCal Gangstas! They may have taken the Hometown Heroes completely out of the match tonight!

[President Jeff]

As the screen fades back to the ring we see the camera circling it. Everyone is abuzz with the upcoming match when suddenly the lights go out.

Harvey: Hey what’s going on?

Chase: I have no idea, hey guys we might be experiencing a problem up here.

Suddenly a familiar voice rings over the sound system.

“Stay in the light…”

Immediately after, blaring loudly over the speakers is the first line…

“The way you like it!”

Harvey: Wait?!

Everything remains dark and no other music is played.

Harvey: Was that?

Chase: Impossible.

A slight hissing sound Is heard in the darkness as suddenly white laser lights begin to dance across the stage.

Chase: No… It can’t be him...

Harvey: Oh…my…god…

An explosion lights the entryway as suddenly different lyrics are heard as the entryway is flooded with smoke. The lasers slice through the cloud as the music begins

“If you close your eyes your life, a naked truth revealed, Dreams you never lived and scars never heal. In the darkness light will take you to the other side. And find me waiting there you’ll see if you just close your eyes.”

From the cloud of smoke, wearing black business slacks and a black and green shirt with the OT symbol on the front sporting shorter black hair and still wearing sunglasses, carrying a microphone and clad in the patented Leather Jacket, emerges Slade “The Main Man” Craven. A roar rips through the arena as “The Main Man” bursts through the fog as the music continues. The cheers fall upon him in waves after all this time.

Harvey: Slade Craven! Slade Craven!

Chase: The most mesmerizing man in professional wrestling is here?! When did this happen? I thought he was only here for the induction ceremony.

As “The Main Man” stands at the top of the ramp the fans, still on their feet raise their arms high in the air. Slade kicks one leg out to his side and bends his knees raising one arm high as his song hits a second chorus. The fans scream as Slade stands straight and begins walking down the ramp toward the ring. He breaks into a sprint as he reaches the base of the ramp and slides under the bottom rope. He pushes himself up and springs to his feet, turns and leaps to a turnbuckle and raises the microphone high in the air as the horde’s voices resonate over the microphone and speaker system. Another explosion of pyrotechnics bursts from the entry way as the chorus draws to a close and Slade looks out from behind his glasses over the crowd. A smile cracked across his lips. The fireworks die out and a smoky haze fills the arena. Slade steps down from the second rope and walks to the center of the ring. The camera pans across the crowd showing the few fans who still brought Slade Craven signs to the shows. As the camera cuts back to him the crowd is still screaming. Slade smiles from behind the shades, his white grin beaming in the lights. Slade lowers his head and brings the microphone to his lips. He raises both his head and the microphone at the same time tilting his head back and saying.

Slade: Rasslemania Eight, how ya’ll doing tonight?!

Another roar tears through the arena air. Fans are on their feet, the voice, the voice has returned. It is another thirty seconds before Slade brings the receiver back up. His voice quelling the masses.

Slade: Two years. For two years Slade Craven was gone, two years “The Main Man’s” music didn’t play, for two years, the fans were left waiting and finally… FINALLY! Slade is home.

He lowers the microphone again as another tidal wave of cheers swells from the stands.

Harvey: Slade’s back!

Chase: I can’t believe it!

Suddenly the commentator’s microphones cut off as Slade keeps speaking.

Slade: Slade says this, let’s make one thing perfectly clear right now. Slade knows the choices he made and accepted the consequences of those actions. What was is past and what matters is tonight. What matters is that Slade is here and Slade is Craven something.

Crowd: What?!

Slade: For the past two years Slade’s phone rang, his door bell chimed and his heart longed to come back here, in front of the millions…

Crowd: And millions!

Slade: That is not trademarked by me. You all said it.

Craven begins to walk around the ring while he speaks.

Slade: Now while we are not discussing why Slade left, let’s talk about what Slade’s craving. There has been this faint whisper in the back of “The Main Man’s” mind. Something calling to him, like a voice in the shadows. It sounded a little something like this.

For a moment Slade lowers the microphone and pauses, as if he were contemplating the words he is about to say. The crowd slowly fades to a murmur as the Texas native speaks up.

Slade: Once upon a cold night dreary, while I wondered and worked out fully. Over many an Overdrive and DVDs of forgotten wrestling lore. While I stood there steadily training, as the skies continued raining, when suddenly Slade heard a scratching, a simple scratching at his mental door. Tis a memory, a faded memory and nothing more.

Craven paces around the ring as he continues to speak.

Slade: Ah distinctly I remember it was in a cold December, and each fleeting, failing ember from my hearth cast a shadow upon the floor. Slowly the scratching grew and rumblings untold and true, shook the ground from deep beneath “The Main Man’s” baseboards. Calling a name lost on the lips of angels from the golden days of Yore. –Immediately my spirit felt stronger, and I could in true heart wait no longer, I closed my eyes and tumbled into the darkness further than I had before. Because the fact was Slade was lost and hidden, whispering his name was strictly forbidden in that house in the North Texas storm. Lost and forgotten, simply nothing more.

He pauses again as the camera cuts to the crowd. It shows a teenage holding a sign that reads “God Bless the Craven-Nation.”

Slade: With the darkness swelling and as my soul was foretelling, I dreamt a dream no man dared to dream before. As the storm pounded, yes I stood confounded, rediscovered with saints surrounded, chanting for him like NEVER BEFORE!

Crowd: Crave-N! Crave-N!

Slade: Slade can hear it, AND ASKS FOR MORE!

The crowd gets louder with their chant as Slade pauses. Basking in the chant for this first time in two years.

Slade: As their words became enhanced, my mind became entranced by the rumbling from beneath my gymnasium floor. As if something was hastily growing, something that’s worth showing, that will shake each of you to your very core. Do you want it?

Crowd: We want more!

“The Main Man” raises the microphone as they scream in response.

Slade: From beneath me it devoured, such a great and awesome power, one that hunters have searched and scoured the earth over the centuries for. Yes you know it, and I will show it, you can see the beast that dwells beneath Slade’s baseboards. Something like the Norse god Thor. –Slade has wondered, Slade has pondered, what mysteries are held within his beating heart. As it remains beating, never with a fleeting feeling will he walk our beyond that yonder door. This he promises and nothing more.

Suddenly a slight rumbling is heard.

Slade: After all this time we spent waiting. Many of you are debating, deliberating on what Slade has in store. Through the darkness I discovered, a great mystery I uncovered, and the truth is so much better than before. Your wish is granted from here and on!

The rumbling grows louder Slade yells into the microphone.

Slade: But what is this that we here right now? Could the beast be coming round? Careful, or you’ll be trampled beneath it on the floor. Hold your breath, your loved ones tight, because I know now the Shadow comes from the light…

Suddenly the lights go out and Lacuna Coil’s Trip “The Darkness” begins

“I AWAKE FROM MADNESS… ONE MORE TIME!”

As the first rift begins the lights are out and Slade continues to speak.

Slade: And in the darkness Slade did find, the beast that is one of a kind. As you sit there screaming, the light bursts forth gleaming, shining forth like never before. Because we are back!

An explosion rips through the arena a bright light bursting from the entryway.

Slade: QUOTE THE MAIN MAN… FOREVERMORE!

From the entryway Shadow emerges. Clad in his long black leather duster and dark sunglasses Shadow looks out over the sold out crowd roaring for the return of the other half of the degenerate North Texas extremists. His coat is unbuttoned and his shirt is the dark solar eclipse T-shirt Shadow first debuted in. His ring attire the same original style he wore two years ago. He looks like he never left.

“Come to me. Come to me. I am waiting for you. Come to me I can’t wait…!”

The towering powerhouse walks down the ramp, while the chorus begins, slapping and shaking hands with the fans lucky enough to have ramp side tickets. Upon reaching the ring, Shadow stretches his arm up and above his head and grabs the top rope and pulls himself onto the apron and then steps over the top rope into the ring which has not seen him in over two years. Slade shakes his comrade’s hand and then raises his arm as high as he can pointing at Shadow, displaying to the fans that finally the Ass Kicker Anonymous are back. While the song finally dies out, the roar of the fans deafens the speaker system. The Main Man hands Shadow the microphone. Shadow slowly raises the mic and has to lower it again when the fans don’t quiet down. He smiles from behind his sunglasses. Around his neck, the fans can see a necklace, an old gift and good luck charm Dita gave him. Shadow’s last words were, he was going to find her. Finally, he brings the mic back up. Slade steps back and bequeaths the spotlight to his fellow AKA member. The fan’s voices, hoarse from the screaming, slowly calm.

Shadow: Simmer down now yall.

The Texas accent on the beast of brutality causes a small uproar but Shadow reigns them in.

Shadow: Simmer down. I understand believe me I do. Slade and I both remember the reasons and the aftermath. There has not been a day fall to night that I did not wonder if the time had come. I wondered for the longest time if I would ever be able to. Now, tonight, I feel the hour is upon us. And all of you have to know, that I must have dreamed a million dreams, echoed by a billion screams. Yearning for the marching feet, moving into the streets. Now as you hear the news today. I tell you it is coming your way. So I want you to set the fires alight, as they burn well into the night.

Shadow takes off his glasses. Slade calls for a second microphone from the ring announcer.

Shadow: Because there are too few of men, not any people to solve all the problems, just too many jerks all around. So our heroes have come back right now, when everything is coming down. Those men of will, seated in power, will fall when we drop their tower. This is the time; here is the place where we will make our future. We’ll lead the march with glee.

Shadow climbs the second turnbuckle and bellows into the microphone for everyone to hear.

Shadow: Cause I remember long ago, when the sun was shining, and the stars were bright. And you could see all through the night, that despite all the madness you embraced us tight. Two years ago…

Slade: So long ago…

Shadow jumps off the turnbuckle and walks to the center of the ring.

Shadow: The A.K.A. are home tonight. We are here, to put it right. We’re not just making promises, we will, let anarchy reign! Because this is the world you were given, and these are the lives you’re living. Stand up and scream for something worth fighting for. Use those hands you were given, to begin rebuilding this world as you want it. Because now that the A.K.A. have returned we are going to topple the tyranny and oppression and set each of you free.

Slade: And why do we want to do that Shadow?

Shadow: Because we have an addiction Slade. We like to whip ass.

Slade: And its because Slade and Shadow have had a long craving after all this time; to just royally whip ass, that we decided we needed to go back to some meetings you know? And while people go to A.A. to get the monkey off their back, we go to the A.K.A. meetings for the moral and emotional support from the people who just enjoy a good ass kicking.. That’s right people… we came back for Ya’ll.

The fans pop again, with all the excitement tonight no one here will have a voice tomorrow.

Slade: So we did, at the show of shows, the greatest stage A.P.W. offers, Slade ripped the cover off Black Betty, put the key in the ignition, cranked up that monster so the A.K.A. can continue giving it to the fans, “The Way they Like It!”

Shadow: And tonight, let us celebrate, let’s enjoy this because tomorrow, god help that poor bastard who draws the short straw.

Slade: And why is that Shadow?

Shadow: Because after two years in darkness the A.K.A. is back in business. And we can’t wait until we host our first “therapy session.” And we want each and everyone one of you here to come witness, because through you, all of you, we couldn’t continue to do what we love.

Slade: And what’s that Shadow?

Shadow: To let Anarchy reign…

Slade: And make anyone who stands in the way, Rue the Day They Faced the A.K.A!

Suddenly a burst of fireworks begins to play as Craven’s Remix: “Just Close Your Eyes and Trip the Darkness” begins. Slade and Shadow both raise their arms high as the fans continue to roar in approval. Shadow walks over to a turnbuckle and climbs it as Slade steps on the center rope and locks his ankle behind the bottom rope to not fall over as he leans forward while the music plays, pointing to fans and clapping with them. He can be seen mouthing the words “Thank you” to the fans as the welcome him and Shadow home. The commentator’s mics are still down as the camera cuts away to the backstage area.

[President Jeff]

We head backstage where Cindy Shannon spots Johnny Knuckles walking around with a real live donkey sporting his Donkey Punch logo and carrying a case on its back. (more like a pack mule)

Cindy: Uh Johnny, what’s with the petting zoo?

Knuckles: Not only am I promoting my Donkey Punch……the refreshing drink that “HITS” the spot, but I’m showin’ off our new company mascot. This here is Damien the “Donkey Punch” donkey.

Cindy: Wouldn’t it be more useful to focus on your opponent Jason Kash? I mean this is the most important match of your career isn’t it?

Knuckles: Oh it is Cindy. I already have Kash taken care of. My mind is focused, my body is ready, my heart’s on FIRE!! There aint’ nuttn’ that’s gonna’ stop me for finally achievin’ the one thing that has been the focus of my career the past six years.

Just then, a camera man walks behind Damien when the donkey lets out a huge…..

HEE HAW!!!!

….and mule kicking the camera man in the balls making his knees buckle and dropping to the floor in pain.

Knuckles: See! That’s whatcha’ get for sneekin’ up on a helpless donkey. If yous’ were drinkin’ Donkey Punch, this wouldn’t have happened.

The crowd of workers, camera men and backstage hands all surrounding the current area all laugh at Knuckles joke. Knuckles spins around to the camera behind him holding a can of Donkey Punch like a Mentos commercial.

Random Television Announcer:

Donkey Punch……

The fresh maker……..ermmm

The refreshing drink that…..”HITS” the spot!

The crowd of people freeze in place all but Cindy Shannon who doesn’t have a clue what’s going on and just shakes her head in disgust and throws her hands down.

Cindy: *sighs* They don’t pay me enough for this…..

She walks off as the scene fades.

Tony: The following match is an I QUIT MATCH and it is for the APW Overdrive Championship!!

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

Tony: Introducing first…the challenger from London England….KEATON SAINT!

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.

Tony: And His opponent… from Las Vegas Nevada….THE APW OVERDRIVE CHAMPION, The Real Show TERRY MARVIN!!!


Terry and Keaton meet in the middle of the ring as Terry begins running his mouth at Keaton during the Referee’s instructions. Terry laughs at Keaton, and continues to barrage him with insult after insult. Keaton can’t take it anymore and slaps the taste out of his mouth. He goes to continue his assault but Terry pulls the ref in-between them, claiming that Keaton scratched his retina before the match even starts.

Harvey: Oh come on, this is ridiculous...

Chase: Ridiculous? How would you like to have your eye scratched out by a cheap shot before the match? HE could be blinded there. Kudos to the ref for taking the proper precautions.

The ref is in the corner checking on Terry as Keaton tries to charge in, only to be pushed back by the referee. With his back turned, Terry reaches down under the apron and grabs a handful of something. The ref is holding Keaton back as Terry makes his way to the middle of the ring. The ref asks him if he’s alright and Terry nods as the ref calls for the bell.

APW OVERDRIVE CHAMPIONSHIP “I QUIT” MATCH
Terry Marvin(c) vs. Keaton Saint

DING DING DING

As Keaton charges at him, Terry flings a handful of powder or dust or something similar right in his eyes and sends Keaton stumbling and flailing around. Terry takes advantage and grabs his arm and takes him down for the Show’s Over Crossface. HE desperately tries to lock it in while Keaton fights with all he his might to keep it from getting locked in. Finally he manages to roll away but is still having trouble seeing. Terry capitalizes with a running Dropkick to the face of Keaton Saint taking him down hard. Terry stomps away at the shoulder and arm of Keaton before grabbing the arm and dropping a leg across the shoulder then wrapping him up with a short arm scissors. The Ref is there to ask if he wants to quit as Keaton shakes his head emphatically.

Chase: Call out the fat lady Harvey, this one is over!

Harvey: Relax Chase...there's still a whole lot of match to go. No way Keaton will let this thing end so quick no matter what kind of underhanded tactics Chase uses.

Somehow, Keaton manages to roll out of the hold and rolls away from Marvin who is quick to come after him with stomp after stomp, not giving Saint a single second to catch his breath. He continues to kick and stomp at Keaton untill he's very near the ropes. He then backs up a bit, runs at Saint and connects with a baseball slide to knock him under the ropes and down to the floor on the outside. Terry poses for the crowd a bit, garnering their boos and jeers as he slowly steps outside and lifts up part of the protective mat that covers the bare concrete. He Then grabs Keaton and sets him up for a vertical suplex onto the hard concrete. Keaton blocks Terry's first attempt to lift him which results in a few hard rights into the gut of Keaton. Terry manages to succesfully lift him, but Keaton shifts his weight and manages to float over. He grabs Terry from behind and DROPS HIM WITH AN INVERTED DDT!

Harvey: Keaton now springs to life and drives Terry's head hard into that concrete.

Chase: Come on now...that's not very Saintlike is it? I dont' think Mother Theresa ever plunged a guys head into hard cement

Harvey: I bet she would if somebody threw dust in her eyes and did everything humanly possible to cheat their way to a win.

On the outside, KEaton manages to whipe what's left of the powder out of his eyes and now cheered on by the audience, begins to go to work on Terry Now. He whips him hard back first into the steel post and Terry colapses in a heap holding his back and neck after the impact they just took. Keaton grabs Terry and ties him in a chin and neck lock with his knee between his shoulder blades and he pulls back hard on the recently injured neck of the Overdrive Champion. The ref is there to ask Terry if he want's to quit and gets a generous amount of spit in his eyes.

Harvey: Now That's uncalled for!

Chase: Oh SHUT UP!

Keaton pulls Terry to his feet and slams his head off the ring apron. Then he takes his head to the opposite side and SLAMS it off the baracade. THen back to the apron...then the baracade as the crowd starts chiming in with a "OHHHHHHH" everytime his head hits the apron and a "OOOOOOOO" every time it hits the baracade. After 5 exchanges, Terry starts swinging around wildly and stumbling, not able to clear the cobwebs. Keaton dodges a wild heymaker and lifts him on his shoulders, jumps and lands hard witha somoan drop. He then rolls Terry into the ring but pulls his head off and drapes it off the apron. He then climbs on the apron and drops the leg across the dangling chest of Terry marvin who immediately rolls into the ring writhing in pain and coughing and choking up.Keaton Rolls in, grabs Terry and whips him into the ropes and when he returns he wraps him up into an Abodminal Stretch.

Harvey: Keaton putting on a bit of a clinic here, really throwing Marvin off guard and applying the pressure.

Chase: I'll admit that KEaton is pulling out all the stops, but Terry is the Overdrive Champion for a reason and this is simply just one of the major setbacks he's faced in his career.

The Referee is over and before he can get a word out, Terry gives him a few choice phrases, but none of them being "I Quit" Instead he tries to leverage his way to toss Keaton over, but KEaton instead Grabs Terry's foot and lifts it high, further stretching him out and taking Terry off Balance. Terry has no leverage to get out of this right now and continues to scream in pain. Again the Ref is there with a microphone in hand but Terry just continues to shake his head as he somehow manages to free his foot from Keaton's Grasp and uses his new found leverage to hip toss him over and free himself of the hold. Terry falls to the mat holding his back and side but Keaton gives him no time to rest as Keaton pulls him up and whips him hard into the corner. He then follows with a charge but Terry manages to lift his foot up and catch Saint right in the side of the face. He then hoists himself up using the ropes as Keaton stumbles around and manages to wrap his legs around Keaton's neck from behind. He THen falls back over the top rope and has Keaton in sorts of a Figure Four Neck Lock! He grabs Keaton's arm from over the top rope and wrenches back further.

Chase: Terry is using every single part of his surroundings to deal whatever punishment to Keaton he can possibly muster.

Harvey: He's definately showed his resiliance as these two guys are holding nothing back!

The ref is there with a Microphone, but KEaton can't utter a word as the air to his windpipe is being cut off. HE flails his one free arm trying to pry Terry's legs off of him, but they are locked in tight. Keaton begins punching and beating at Terry's knees, but doesn't have a very good angle to get much on those punches. Terry pulls harder and begins to laugh which garners more boos from the crowd. Keaton begins to flail a little less as the choke is wearing on him and he's tiring out. THe crowd begins clapping and chanting "Let's Go Keaton" which somehow manages to bring him to a little bit of life. HE shifts his weight and manages to roll backwards over the rope and both Terry and he crashes down to the outside...causing Terry to release the hold. The crowd cheers loudly as Keaton holds his throat, the damage definately done.

Harvey: What a spectacular Counter there by Keaton as he had no where else to go.

Chase: No need to praise an act of a desperate man as a spectacular wrestling manuveur.

Both men struggle and finally get to their feet. Keaton connects with a hard right hand to Terry. Then another hard right sends the Champ stumbling back. He then charges and tackles Marvin and begins to unleash with a fury of lefts and rights that gets the fans in a frenzy. He then hops back up and pulls Terry to his feet. But Terry unloads with a HARD low blow as he gets to his knees, doubling KEaton over and drops him with a DDT on the outside to boos from the fans. He gets in a bit of a verbal spat with one fan in the front row.

Harvey: Terry is missing out on opertunity after opertunity here by continualy berating the fans.

Chase: Normaly I'd say you're being ridiculous...but in this case you may have a point. Terry needs to keep his head on his opponent.

Harvey: You're agreeing with me? Alert the Presses!

Chase: You're hilarious.

Terry searches for something under the ring and pulls out a Steel chair. He waits for Keaton to get to his feet and swings for the fenses. But Keaton ducks and kicks Terry in the gut forcing him to drop the chair. Keaton Hooks terry for a DDT, but Terry counters out of it with a NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX ON TOP OF THAT CHAIR. Both Keaton's back and Terry's head crash into the chair as both roll in pain. AGain they both get to their feet and stumble around. Terry charges at Keaton and gets a back body drop on the rampway for his trouble! Terry reaches for his lower back as Keaton is there to capitalize by locking Terry in a dragon sleeper. Again the ref is right on the scene with microphone in hand, but Terry manages to fight to a standing position, grab the back of Keaton's head and drop with a jawbreaker. Terry grabs Keaton and whips him toward the baracade, but keaton counters and sends Terry over the railing and into the fans standing there cheering him on.

Harvey: Keaton Saint...taking the fight to the stands now!

Chase: hey, get security out here! Those people are putting their filthy hands on the champ!

Keaton runs and hops up onto the Baracade and leaps off connecting with a cross body block to the champ and they collapse to the floor surrounded by the fans. Security is quick to get there and push the crowd back from the brawling megastars who continue to brawl their way to the fans. Terry rakes Keaton’s eyes and sends him head first into a row of seats as he collides hard with the steel. Terry again begins trading insults with a fan surrounding the bedlam. He grabs the beer the fan is holding, takes a drink then dumps the rest over Keaton Saint’s head before smashing the can over the side of his face.

Chase: I think it‘s very Nice of Terry to offer Keaton a nice refreshing bud light after such a grueling match. HAHAHA.

They continue brawling through the crowd and into the back where Keaton tosses Terry face first into the wall. He then whips him down the hallway and into a grouping of trash cans as they’re followed by the referee with microphone in hand. Keaton grabs Terry up and whips him hard into a bunch of staging equipment where Terry hits leg first and flips over, holding his left leg in pain. Keaton sees this and stomps away on the leg of Terry Marvin before hooking him in a Single leg Boston Crab. The ref is there to ask If Terry wants to quit, but Terry just shoves him away and picks up a small piece of plywood and manages to turn just enough to bust it of the back of Keaton Saint causing him to drop the hold. Terry gets to his feet, limping on his bum left leg before Keaton charges head on at him. Terry manages to sidestep and shoves Keaton into a Soft Drink Vending machine! Keaton collapses holding his head as Terry is quick to the machine… He grabs it and shoves with all his might and tips the machine over RIGHT ON TO KEATON SAINT….NO! Keaton rolls out of the way at the very last second.

Harvey: How despicable is Terry Marvin trying to dump that heavy machine over onto Keaton Saint.

Chase: You say despicable, I say he’s doing whatever it takes to get the job done, just like he said he was gonna do.

Terry walks over and grabs a slow rising Keaton Saint and He throws a few rights and lefts into the chest and gut of Keaton then Hooks him for a Side effect. He leaps and DROPS KEATON WITH A SIDE EFFECT RIGHT ON TOP OF THAT FALLEN POP MACHINE!!! Keaton is writhing in pain as Terry doesn’t let up. He hooks a camel clutch on Keaton and pulls back with all his might. The Ref brings the mic over to Keaton’s mouth but Terry directs him up to him.

Terry Marvin: IT’s over Keaton… It’s all over. Just say those two little words and it can all stop.

The ref lowers the mic to Keaton.

Keaton Saint: NEVER!.

Terry pulls back as hard as he can untill he finally loses his grip. He grabs Keaton and tosses him on top of a Buffet Table setup with Food. He grabs a cooking try sitting near by and bashes Keaton over the head repeatedly with it. He then climbs up on top of a bunch of stacked equipment boxes. And LEAPS OFF WITH A MOONSAULT CRASHING INTO KEATON AND THROUGH THE TABLE!!!

Harvey: My God, these two are sacrificing their very bodies for this match..

Chase: This one is for more than just an APW Overdrive Championship. Keaton is trying to put an end to what he thinks is Terry’s “assault” on APW, and Terry is trying to prove that he is the best of the best in this business.

Terry slowly gets to his feet and drags Keaton to the locker room door. He opens it, sticks Keaton’s arm in and SLAMS the door across his shoulder! Terry then colapses to the ground exhausted. After a short rest he tosses Keaton into the locker room and grabs a metal trash can. He holds it high above his head to bring down across Keaton, but Keaton kicks Terry hard in the gut and grabs the Trash can. He slams it over the head of Terry Marvin and Drops him to the ground. He puts the trash can over Terry’s head now and climbs up on a bench… He leaps off with a guillotine leg drop across the trash can and Terry Marvin. He lifts Terry up once again and DROPS HIM WITH A STALLING FISHERMANS SUPLEX on the Trash Can. Now it’s his turn to grab the microphone.

Keaton Saint: You‘ve beaten me…battered me…and tried to crush my spirit and it is you who is laying there a broken man. QUIT!!!

Terry manages to lift his hand up and sticks his middle finger strait up to Keaton Saint who throws the microphone to the floor and picks Terry up and grabs him by the head. He lets out a scream and the with a fury throws Terry head first into a mirror standing on the wall. The mirror shatters in a million pieces and most of them stick into Terry’s face as blood pours out of his head. And Keaton just looks on in shock at the carnage he left.


Harvey: My GOD! Keaton just threw Terry into that Mirror and Terry is in a bad way right now, covered in blood.

Chase: That‘s a new kind of violence that we‘ve yet to see out of Keaton and he‘s showing sparks of the willingness to do whatever it takes to win this title.

Keaton continues to stare down in shock but then shakes his head and grabs Terry lifting him slowly to his feet. He hits him with the PARAGON DDT on the hard concrete and locks in that neck lock pulling back hard and Terry screams with blood squirting out of his face! The ref is there with the mic to see if Terry quits, but he gets nothing but screams out of him. Through the blood and the sweat, Keaton’s grip fails him and he slips out of the hold. He pulls Terry up and throws him through the locker room door and to the outside. He leads him through the hall, smashing his head off the walls all along the way and Terry continuously stumbles to the ground, obviously suffering from some sort of head injury and not thinking clearly. Finally they stumble back to the stage area and Keaton bounces Terry off of one of the big “RASSLEMANIA” Displays. The crowd absolutely erupts for Keaton as he has a fury and focused look in his eyes that we’ve rarely seen from him. He looks at the crowd and then the edge of the stage. He grabs Terry and pulls him towards the edge of the stage. He screams something at Terry as he points down.


Chase: What the hell is Keaton going to do? Has he lost his mind?

Harvey:He’s simply doing what Marvin said he didn’t have the guts to do…whatever it takes

Keaton kicks Marvin in the gut and sets him up in power bomb position. He lifts him high on his shoulders and walks him over to the stage area. He prepares to throw him off the stage to a bunch of waiting Electrical equipment below.


Chase: Somebody stop this… HE‘s gonna kill him.

Keaton calls the ref over as Terry still doesn’t realize what’s going on.

Keaton Saint: ITS OVER TERRY! Quit now or you‘re going for a ride!!!

Finally Terry springs to life and begins throwing rights and lefts to the head of Keaton Saint. Keaton tries to throw Terry, but Terry holds on and Keaton loses his balance. Trying not to fall himself he has to drop Terry who is also losing his balance. Finally Terry grabs Keaton and they both go tumbling off the stage and down into the equipment!!!!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!

Harvey: OH MY GOD!

SPARKS fly from the equipment they just fell through as the camera tries to get a look at what just happened, the overhead lights in the arena go out and the place is immersed in darkness.

Chase: What‘s going on? What the hell happened?.

Harvey: Parametics are rushing the scene now. Apparently they took out part of the switchboard that controls the lights.

Over by the seen, we see more sparks and a small fire light up as parametics arrive and spray extinguishers to put out the fire. We can see Keaton and Marvin both laying there but can’t tell if either is moving.

Harvey: The engineers are looking at the lights as the entire crowd is hushed over the concern for Terry and Keaton.

Chase: These two guys have torn each other to bits during this match. Sometimes you have to ask yourself how far is too far to win a match, win a title? When all is said and done, these are still human beings you‘re talking about.

The hush in the crowd is appearent as we struggle to see what is going on without the overhead lighting.

SUDDENLY the crowd begins cheering as we see two figures making their way through the crowd, STILL fighting and brawling the whole way.

Harvey: THEY‘RE UP! It‘s amazing enough that they survived that fall…but that they‘re still fighting?

Chase: I realize this is an I QUIT match, but there really is no quit in either one of these men.

As some of the lights return we see that Keaton and Terry have fought all the way back to the ring and stumble back in. They trade lefts and rights until Terry ducks a right hand by Keaton and rolls him over into a Japanese armbar and he pulls back hard on the arm trying to rip it away from the shoulder.

Ref: Do you quit?

Keaton Saint: NO!!!

Keaton fights to his feet and somehow manages to wrap Terry’s legs up and turns him over for a Texas Cloverleaf! Terry screams and grasps for the ropes which won’t help him in this type of format. The ref is there.

Ref: What‘s it gonna be Marvin?

Terry Marvin: %$&@ You!!!!.

Chase: I‘ll take that as a NO!

Terry pushes up and rolls through that manuver He grabs Keaton’s legs and LOCKS HIM IN A FIGURE FOUR. Keaton Screams as he tried to battle out of it, but Terry has managed to reach the ropes for extra leverage. The ref tells him to let go of the ropes, but has no power as there are no Dqs.

Ref: Are you Quitting Keaton?

Keaton Saint: Not a chance.

Keaton uses ever ounce of power he can somehow summon from the fans clapping and stomping and rolls the Figure four over to break the hold HE then grabs Terry for a Sleeper hold. Terry tries to battle out of it, but Keaton has it locked in. The fight slowly fades away from Terry as the ref lifts his arm up and it falls.

1!!!

He lifts Terrys hand one more time and lets it fall

2!!!

He does it for a third time, but Terry reaches back and grabs Keaton’s hair and pulls himself to his feet and USES HIS FOOT FOR A BACK MULE kick to the nuts of Keaton Saint. Keaton colapses as does Terry. The picture in the ring is of two beaten and battered competitors exhausted.

Harvey: These two guys have laid it all on the line. Terry has lost a lot of blood and Keaton has been pushed to his limit.

Chase: Something has to happen….one of these two men have to break.

Both men get to their feet And Keaton comes to life with a chop to Terry’s chest, and another. He whips him into the ropes and graps him as he comes rushing back and nails the PARAGON BACKBREAKER to a loud ovation by the fans. Terry is down in the middle of the ring, the apron covered in blood… Keaton stalks him and approaches him cautiously He grabs Terry by the arms and has him locked in the KEATON CLUTCH!!!!

Harvey: The Keaton Clutch! Terry is in a world of hurt right now and there‘s very little possibility he‘ll be able to get out of this..

Terry screams and writhes in pain. Keaton pulls back harder and harder and Terry tries everything he can to get out of it but he is trapped. The ref asks him if he wants to quit and Terry just yells at the top of his lungs. Keaton continues to pull as the fans scream louder and louder just sensing the title in his grasp. Terry manages to scoot a bit using his knees, but Keaton pulls hard stoping that advance. Again the ref asks him if he want’s to quit and Terry tells him to get out of his face. The fans just get louder and louder as Terry starts putting up less and less of a fight, the blood pouring down his face. His eyes start to roll in the back of his head and it seems as if this may just be the end.

However with one last burst of strength Terry manages to free his hand. And he pulls with all his might towards the bottom of the ropes, the whole time Keaton fighting to pull his hand back. But Terry just keeps fighting and pulling. He manages to pull himself under the rope and reaches down near the bottom of the apron. Keaton continues to pull back, trying to keep from relinquishing the hold. Terry gets his fingers on something while dangling from the apron. He takes the object and SWINGS BACK AT KEATONS HEAD AND CONNECTS! Keaton rolls back into the ring…blood pouring down his face as Terry falls to the outside. He looks down and sees a Barbed Wire covered 2x4 in his hands.

Chase: My God, Terry somehow managed to reach under that ring and was digging for gold and somehow hit the jackpot.

Terry rolls in the ring now with a sick smile on his face. He waits for Keaton to get to his feet and winds up….and knocks one out of the park! Keaton colapses in a lump with blood spurting all over the place. The ring is like a giant crimson pool right now. Terry smiles and pulls Keaton Saint to the middle of the ring. He grabs hold of his left arm…drops down, locks it up and Locks in the SHOWS OVER CROSSFACE!!! He’s got him in the dead center of the ring and is pulling back with all his might. The fans begin booing louder and louder. They start a “LETS GO KEATON” Chant but Terry just screams out “HES NOT GOING ANYWHERE!”. He screams at the Ref to ask Keaton to Quit. Keaton shakes his head. Terry pulls back further screaming in Keaton’s ear the hole way. “JUST GIVE IT UP, I WILL SNAP YOUR NECK!!!”

Keaton begins to manuver his feet and begins to crawl backwards, inching ever closer to the ring ropes. Terry keeps pulling up and doesn’t even realize that he’s being dragged back. Keaton gets to the edge of the ring and uses his momentum to slide down. BUT Terry doesn’t let go. Finally Keaton slides to the outside and STANDS UP WITH TERRY STILL ATTACHED!


Harvey: A tremendous Show of strength by Keaton Saint….STILL locked in the show‘s over!

Chase: How about the resiliency of Terry Marvin holding on through all this?

Keaton stumbles around on the outside and eventually just falls backwards, forcing Terry to let go of the hold as the two of them lay there in a pool of their own blood while the crowd goes absolutely bonkers!

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!!!! CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!!!

Again they pull each other up and roll into the ring. They throw rights and lefts even though they’re laying on the mat, still fighting with all their might for the main prize. They get to their knees still battling, and then slowly to their feet. Suddenly, out of no where….Terry hooks Keaton and NAILS THE WHIPLASH!!!!

Harvey: WHIPLASH!!! Out of nowhere.

Chase: It’s over! It’s over now!

Terry collapses after the desperation whiplash and crawls over to the corner. He instructs the ref to ask Keaton to Quit.

Ref: Do you give up Keaton?

Keaton Saint: uh uh

The ref tells Terry that Keaton said no. Terry pulls himself up and staggers over to Keaton. Pulls him to his feet and DROPS HIM WITH ANOTHER WHIPLASH!!!!!

The crowd boos loudly as Terry just stands there and taunts them. He grabs the microphone.

Terry Marvin: Look at your hero now…Just look at him. He’s done! It’s over. Hate me all you want but it won’t change this outcome.

He shoves the mic back at the ref and tells him to ask Keaton again.

Ref: Do you give up Keaton?

Keaton Saint: uh uh

The ref returns to Terry who is furious. Terry slaps the ref and instructs him to ask again to loud boos from the fans.

Ref: What do you say Keaton?

Keaton just shakes his head but is unable to move, the damage from those two Whiplashes taking their toll. The ref reports back to Terry who orders him to ask again. The ref refuses and Terry asks for the mic. He’s about to say something, but instead smashes the mic into the refs head to boos from the crowd. He then mounts on top of the ref and smashes him over and over and over again as the crowd boos quite loudly.

Harvey: COME ON! This is uncalled for!

Terry stands up and yells at the crowd. He then turns and calls for a new ref to get his ass down to the ring. One does finally come out…

Chase: Who the hell is that? I‘ve never seen that ref before!

Harvey: That‘s one hell of a way to make your debut at Rasslemania in this hellatious match

But the boos turn to cheers as Keaton stands behind Terry with a steel chair in hand. Terry turns around unwittingly and takes a chair to the gut. Keaton Drops the chair, grabs Terry and DROPS HIM WITH A WHIPLASH OF HIS OWN ON THE CHAIR! The crowd goes nuts and looks on in shock!

Harvey: WHIPLASH! Keaton just used Terry‘s own move against him!!!

Chase: I smell a law suit!

Keaton then wraps Terry up in the KEATON’S CLUTCH AGAIN! Terry begins yelling something and the ref puts the mic up to his mouth, but no sound is coming over.

Harvey: I think Terry‘s quitting!

Chase: Don‘t start spreading rumors Harvey!!

The ref asks him again and Terry screams something that sounds a hell of a lot like “Quit” but the ref claims not to have heard it because of the microphone. He then stands up and turns his back on the wrestlers as he pounds on the microphone trying to get it to work again. Keaton lets go of the hold and walks to the ref turning him around. He’s telling the Ref that Terry Quit but the ref says that he didn’t hear it. The crowd boos as Keaton shoves the Ref… The ref comes back and….HITS KEATON WITH THE MICROPHONE!!!!


Harvey: WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED? The ref just screwed Keaton Saint and then hit him with the microphone.

Chase: You don‘t know what you‘re talking about Harvey.

Harvey: Oh come on Chase… you heard just as well as I did… Terry Quit and the ref for some reason ignored it.

Keaton looks at the Ref furiously as he screams at him. But from out of no where…Terry turns him around and DROPS HIM INTO THE SHOWS OVER CROSSFACE. He locks it in and the ref gets down and asks Keaton what he wants to do. Keaton shakes his head and says something like “NO!” But the ref jumps up and runs over and calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Winner and Still APW Overdrive Champion: Terry Marvin

Harvey: NO! NO! NO! Not like this. Keaton didn‘t quit!

Chase: How do you know Harvey? You weren‘t in there!

Boos rain down from the crowd as Hate Me now plays. Terry grabs his title and rolls out of the ring with the ref. He smiles and shakes the refs hand who raises his arm up high.

Harvey: I can‘t believe this!!! This amazing match was ruined because this referee was bought and paid for by Terry Marvin!

Chase: You can‘t prove that, and even if you can the fact remains that WINNING IS EVERYTHING!

Terry celebrates to the back as the Ref continues to laugh and hold his arms up. Keaton finally gets to his feet and realizes what happened and he is furious as he kicks the ropes and screams to the loud boos raining down.

[President Jeff]

~*Promo Video*~

Coming soon to an APW near you, or someone you know…

Delikado
Brief Applied Calculuses

Jet Carrington: Delikado, watch out for that train!

VA-ROOOOOOOSH!!!!

Jet jumps off the track just as a caterpillar train roars past him and into a tunnel. Moss Carrington goes flying by on a kite that brandishes the APW logo. You know, for marketing purposes.

Moss Carrington: HOoOoOoOoOoLY SHIiIiIiIiIiIT!

We cut to Delikado, APW’s newest celbutonian of cool, sitting on the ground rubbing two sticks together over a computer.

Delikado: Fear not, fools, for Delikado has already sent that Cater-train into SPACE. APW is saved yet again! Now, if only we could—

Jet Carrington: But the RATINGS, Deli! Tell us about the ratings!

Delikado: If Delikado is lucky, he will send them soaring up into the Heavens themselves!

Jet Carrington: But what about our atheist crowd?!

Delikado: Uh, Delikado will just—

Jet Carrington: DELIKADO WILL MAKE THEM BELIEVE!?!

”Kurt Noble”: HEEEEEEY!

BOOOOOM!

Jet Carrington: OH NO, AN EXPLOSION!

Delikado: SON OF A BITCH! That’s not going to help ANYTHING, must less RATINGS!!!

Jet Carrington: Hopefully we still have time! Rasslemania can still be the best EVA so long as we get this video in on time, Deli!! Whatever we do, though, we must not let the Apple get involved!

Delikado: Oh dear Deli, we CAN’T do that. Crazy fruit’ll kill us all.

Just then, a Giant Spooky Apple waddles into the shot.

Giant Spooky Apple: “I’M THE KING OF THE WORLD…” AND NOW I WILL END YOU!!!

CK: DAGGER INCOMING!!

Just then, CK, Mr. Badass, flies down on a falcon and flings a dagger into the Apple.

GSA: WOOOOOOBBBBBLLLLLLLLE, WOOOOOOOOOOBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLE!!!

And just like that, GSA falls into a bottomless pit that appeared out of nowhere and vanishes from view. The Carringtons and CK both land in front of Delikado, who is sweating profusely as he continues plugging away with the sticks on the computer.

Jet Carrington: We’re here, Boss!

Moss Carrington: Yes, you’ve saved us all!

Delikado: Grr, not yet, curses! That Apple has merely offered a distraction keeping us from getting to Rasslemiania through the time warp. We’ll only make it if—

Moss begins to wobble around like he’s in a daze. His eyes widen in horror.

Moss Carrington: Oh no, the Apple has taken over my body and is trying to sabotage us all!

Jet Carrington: Maroon, we’ll all die now!

Delikado: Not in this lifetime!

Delikado jams the sticks into the computer, opening a magical portal that sucks everyone into it. The scene switches to outside the arena where Rasslemania is happening. Everyone appears seemingly out of thin air and looks around.

Jet Carrington: We made it! We’re here at Rasslemania in APW!

Moss Carrington: And I’m totally not dead! The Apple’s possession wore off!

CK: Actually no, he just possessed the President…OF THE WRESTLING WORLD! Soon we’ll all be taken over and put into salads!

Delikado: Pfft, that’s a storyline that’ll be dead in a week.

Jet Carrington: Indeed. But hey, Delikado, guess what.

Delikado: What?

Jet Carrington: Rasslemania’s over.

The Boss may have missed Rasslemania due to a space time continuum, but he won’t miss a second of pure awesome Action Packed Wrestling goodness!

THE END
(OR IS IT?!)

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Fade out.

Nailz: Another Asylum match coming up and another APW first.

Beckett: Exactly right Nailz, the first ever Boston Tea Party Match, and I really hope Julius Farquhar gets soaked in that disgusting tea.

Nailz: I don’t think you’re the only one. Now folks, in professional wrestling we see rivalries develop over many different things: most of the time it’s about championships, but we also see clashes of personality, ego and reputation. But this may just be the first rivalry in pro wrestling over the right way to prepare a cup of tea. Let’s remind ourselves about this one.

A VT is shown that tracks the history of this match. It all started before Survive & Conquer when Phil Atken made a glib remark about tea preparation, from there came a bet that centred on Julius Farquhar tasting Phil Atken’s milk-first tea if he didn’t win on the Survive & Conquer match. After S & C we see Julius reneging on that bet, followed by his repeatedly attacks on Atken who he accused of ‘trying to humiliate’ him. We see clips from the best of the Asylum Tea Party Challenge and the making of this match by Reginald Schmidt. Then we’re back at ringside and Tony Ferrari with the announcements.

Ferrari: The following contest is the first ever Boston Tea Party Match!

'Heavyweight Champion of the World' begins to play and out from the back steps Phil Atken, sparkly black robe and all. He heads towards the ring, shaking the hands of anyone who acknowledges him as he goes.

Ferrari: Introducing first: from Glasgow, Scotland; he weighs 192lbs; he is “The True Voice of APW”...PHIL ATKEN!

Atken jumps up onto the apron, raising his hand up in hope of some kind of reaction the steps into the ring, taking his place in the corner.

Elgar’s Pomp & Circumstance March No. 1 in D (“Land of Hope and Glory”) blasts from the PA. Julius Farquhar steps through the curtain carrying a flagpole bearing the red cross of St. George on white black background (the flag of England). He waves the flag around and walks to the ring ignoring the insults being hurled at him or any attempts to touch him.

Ferrari: Coming to the ring: from Windsor, England; he weighs in at 230lbs...he is “Quintessentially English”...JULIUS FARQUHAR!

Farquhar is inside the ring, waving the flag around. He climbs onto each turnbuckle and shows waves the cross of St. George to all corners, before discarding it and preparing to face his opponent.

Boston Tea Party Match
Phil Atken vs. Julius Farquhar

Nailz: The rules of this one are pretty straightforward: there is a bath tub brimful with tea, you win by getting your opponent into that bathtub.

Beckett: It’s like a kind of British casket match then.

The ring bells sounds, Atken charges at Julius but the Englishman retreats and slides out of the ring. The crowd start to boo the tea-lover. Atken tries to goad Julius back into the ring, but Julius is having none of it. Atken slides out, Julius slides back in...and so on this game of cat and mouse continues for a couple of minutes. The crowd are not happy because these are not the sort of shenanigans they’ve paid to see.

Nailz: Farquhar continuing to display the traits that have defined his time on Asylum: cowardice and unsportsmanlike conduct.

Beckett: I think you’ve forgotten about the treachery.

Nailz: I’m sure it is coming.

Both men are back in the ring and the referee is telling Julius he must engage with Atken, but the Englishman is demanding that the ref keep Atken away. The Scotsman has had enough though and charges his tea-loving opponent, knocking him down with a running double axe handle to the head. The crowd cheer because the action has started. Atken frenetically stomps on the grounded Julius, but the Englishman is quick to roll away and out of the ring. More boos for the crowd and the heat is directed entirely at Julius. A “WE WANT TEA!” chant starts out from one section, and Julius doesn’t take too kindly to that. He begins to have a tantrum and shouts inaudibly at no particular member of the crowd. In the end he dismissively flaps an arm in the direction of the ring and begins to walk up the gangway to the backstage area. The boos and jeers rain down on the “Quintessentially English” wrestler but he doesn’t look like he much cares...he’s had enough of Rasslemania and he’s walking out the door.

Nailz: Well, this doesn’t surprise me. We’ve seen this kind of spoilt brat behaviour from Farquhar in the past.

Beckett: I think his whole APW career has been one big tantrum to be honest.

Julius may have decided the match is over, but Atken hasn’t. In fact the Scotsman has been waiting weeks to get his hands on Julius and now that he finally got his match he is not about to suddenly let his rival walk out. Atken exits the ring and gives chase, but when Atken catches up with Julius and places a hand on his shoulder, Julius spins around and floors Atken with a right hook – a right hook aided by some brass knucks. Julius stands over Atken with a cocky smirk on his face.

Nailz: There is that treachery we were talking about Steve.

Beckett: Shameless by Farquhar, but you have to admit his tactics have worked. He drew Atken right into that trap.

Julius drops down onto his knees in a mounted position over Atken and begins to slowly pound away at the face of “The True Voice”. After about half a dozen well-thought out blows Julius has succeeded in lacerating the forehead of his rival and blood is slowly oozing out of the wound and down Atken’s face. Julius picks up Atken and slowly walks him back towards the ring, stopping show off to those in the crowd the results of his sudden burst of violence. As soon as they are within a few feet of the ring Julius runs Atken face first into one of the ring posts, the Scotsman bouncing off like a rubber ball before swiftly moving from the vertical to the horizontal as he hits the arena floor. Julius wastes no time before he stomps viciously on Atken’s head, then gets his face right into the camera and starts shouting “THIS IS MY SHOW! TONIGHT MY EMPIRE BEGINS!” The boos from the crowd are still raining down on Julius, and he reacts by mouthing off at a few fans in the front row.

Nailz: We’re beginning to the nasty side of Farquhar’s personality here.

Beckett: Yeah, he may act sophisticated and civilised, but beneath it all is a sadistic and egotistical sociopath.

Julius grabs Atken and drags him across to the nearby bathtub. Julius tries lift Atken, but the latter allows his body to act as a deadweight which is difficult to lift. Julius grabs Atken by the ears and starts screaming into his face, but Atken shows a sign of resistance by slapping Julius across the face. The strike shocks Julius and then anger spreads across his face but Atken responds by lifting an arm into Julius’ groin area, the low blow, legal in this match, floors Julius and gives Atken some much needed recovery time.

Nailz: A move out of sheer desperation from Phil Atken.

Beckett: And at least now we know Farquhar does have a set of balls.

Atken slowly lifts himself to his feet and rolls into the ring, knowing this place is safer than the outside in his present condition. Using the ropes Atken gets to his feet, and Julius joins him in the ring at the same time. Julius charges straight for Atken but the latter ducks and spins around taking the former into a waitlock. Atken tries to German suplex Julius, but he he cannot summon the strength at this point and a back elbow to the head from Julius releases the hold. Julius grabs Atken and tries to whip him against the ropes, but Atken reverses; Julius uses the ropes to put some extra momentum behind his charge but Atken counters with a spinebuster which, in the circumstances, is huge; it draws a massive pop from the live audience.

After a few seconds Atken both men rise to their feet: Julius is holding his lower back and Atken moves behind and takes Julius down with a chop block to the back of the knee. Atken is quickly to his feet and stomps Julius with a rabid aggression we’ve rarely seen from the Scotsman in his APW career. Julius tries to roll away and find refuge in a turnbuckle, but Atken follows and clubs Julius into a seated position with repeated double axe handles to the head and shoulders, then tries to stomp the guts out of Julius. The crowd is right behind Atken and he throws out a taunt to acknowledge this. Atken lifts Julius to his feet and runs him across the ring, attempting to throw him over the top rope and into the bathtub, but Julius lands on the apron, then counters with a shoulder thrust through the middle and top rope as Atken charges in. Atken reels away but Julius grabs him and places him in a reverse facelock over the top rope. Julius tries to lift Atken into the air and with a modified suplex throw him backwards into the bathtub, but Atken blocks and jabs a thumb into Julius’ right eye. This gives Atken a sniff of a chance and he tries to suplex Julius back into the ring but the “Quintessentially English” megastar counters with a springboard off the top rope into a falling neckbreaker. There is a pop from the crowd to show their appreciation.

Nailz: A great piece of innovation by Farquhar from a perilous position there.

Atken gets up holding his neck and leans back on the ropes, Julius charges in looking for a clothesline over the top but Atken counters with a back body drop. Julius lands on the apron but loses his footing and is about to plunge into the bathtub when he manages to get a firm hold on the top rope, allowing him to steady his feet on the apron. Atken tries for a superkick but Julius ducks under the kick but pulls Atken’s leg down over the top rope, so that Atken is left hanging split legged on it. Julius takes a few steps back then charges Atken with a clothesline that knocks him off the top rope onto the apron which he bounces off on his way to the arena floor. Atken gets to his feet, Julius leaps off the ring apron looking for the English DDT (Tornado DDT) but Atken reverses in midair and drives Julius’ back against the side of the bathtub. Both men collapses in a heap and take a much needed breather. The production team focus on some multi-angle replays of the incident.

Atken gets up and tries to lift Julius into the bathtub, but a mule kick low blow puts paid to that attempt. Julius grabs Atken’s head and slams it against the rim of the bathtub. Julius lifts Atken to his shoulders into a fireman’s carry and looks set to throw him into the bathtub when Atken slides off; landing behind Julius Atken grabs his opponent’s legs and pulls them from underneath so that he hits the floor face first; Atken turns Julius over and locks in a figure four leg lock outside the ring. Julius starts howling and screaming in pain immediately and Atken shows the constipated face of a man who is trying to squeeze every bit of leverage he can out of the move in order to maximise the pain felt by the victim.

Julius has nowhere to go and there are no disqualifications in this one so Atken can maintain the hold until Julius passes out. This seems to be Atken’s intention, and may even have been the result if it were not for the time interruption of Manservant, Julius’ trusty bodyguard, with a hard stomp on Atken’s face.

Nailz: The damn Manservant is out here! He has no business here!

The hold is immediately broken and Atken gets to his feet to tackle the Manservant but takes a stiff blow to the head from Manservant’s weapon of choice: a silver tea serving tray. The impact of the blow is so hard that the tray buckles; Atken does his best impression of a falling sack of potatoes as he hits the deck.

Julius is back on his feet and orchestrating what he believes is the finale: ordering Manservant to lift Atken and dump him into the bathtub. Manservant lifts Atken onto his shoulders and looks all set to do that when Atken’s own bodyguard Dirk Dickwood comes running down the ramp to a surprisingly big cheer. Julius tries to intercept Dickwood, but the latter is ready and holds off Julius with a series of jabs. Manservant drops Atken and goes to Julius’ aid. Dickwood spots Manservant coming, but too late and as a result he takes a running boot to the face. Julius tells Manservant to deal with Dickwood and the Englishman returns to Atken. This time Atken is waiting though and playing possum, using a drop toe hold to cause Julius to slam face first into the rim of the bathtub; Julius rolls away clutching his face and probably a couple of teeth short of a winning smile. Atken lifts him Julius and is about to try and toss him into the bathtub when he spots Manservant coming, Atken pulls Julius in front of him and it’s the Englishman who takes the big boot to the face from his own bodyguard. Manservant looks on shocked and Atken tries to use this to his advantage, but he is quickly grabbed around the throat by one of Manservant’s huge hands. Manservant lifts Atken into the air for a chokeslam, but Dickwood is back into the action and clubs Manservant’s back. Manservant drops Atken, turns to Dickwood, wraps his huge hand around the agent’s throat, looks all set to lift him into air when from nowhere Atken gets in a superkick to the side of the head that sends Manservant sprawling into the bathtub. The crowd pop at finally seeing someone get soaked.

Beckett: I don’t think his tailor will appreciate that.

Atken and Dickwood are left looking at each other, they probably owe each other a ‘thanks for saving my ass’, but now is certainly not the time because Julius tries to running tackle Atken from behind; Dickwood gets in the warning and Atken moves just in time and it’s Dickwood who takes the tackle instead. Atken grabs the dented tray used on him earlier and as Julius gets to his feet Atken unleashes repeatedly blows to the head to the point where the tray is bent in two. Atken’s assault has forced Julius backwards against the guard rail and this is the only thing keeping him upright after about half a dozen blows. Atken grabs Julius and tries to Irish whip into the bathtub but Manservant is climbing out at the same time...Julius collides with Manservant, the latter serving as a safety buffer for Julius, but the impact of the collision knocks Manservant back into the bathtub. This draws another big reaction from the crowd. The look on Atken’s face says disbelief.

Atken walks over and lifts Julius to his feet and delivers a few chops to the chest...Julius stumbles backwards a few steps...Atken brings both hands together into an axe handle and brings them down on Julius’ head, the Englishman stumbles back against the side of the bathtub, just one substantial blow from getting wet...Atken takes a few steps back and runs in looking for a decisive clothesline, Julius ducks and up pops Manservant to grab Atken, spin him into a sleeper hold and drag him backwards into the bathtub. The ref is on hand to call for the bell and end the match in somewhat controversial circumstances.

Winner: Julius Farquhar

Nailz: Julius Farquhar has just screwed over Phil Atken yet again.

Beckett: He made the most of the no disqualification stipulation in the match that’s for sure.

Nailz: I believe the correct phrase is ‘he cheated’.

Beckett: I don’t like that pompous ass as much as the next guy, but you have to admire his ability to get the job done.

“Land of Hope and Glory” begins to play, but Julius is in no mood to celebrate. He helps Manservant out of the bathtub and they both high tail back up the ramp as Dirk Dickwood comes in for some retribution. Julius and Manservant reach the end of the ramp before he raises his hands in the air, relief as much as ecstasy etched across his face. The camera cuts to Atken who is clambering out of the bathtub, his expression is not that belongs to a man pleased with himself or this outcome.

[President Jeff]

A Promo for the next APW PPV, Mayhem is shown

Stenfelder:Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is for the Suicidal Championship and scheduled on for one fall!! Introducing first…
hailing all the way from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at two hundred and forty,five pounds…he’s the number one contender for the Suicidal Championship ”Thhheee Viirruusss” Chhrriiisss McKeeennnzzziiieee!!!!

“Monster” by Skillet hits the PA and the fans boo as “The Virus” Chris McKenzie makes his way to the ring. He has a sour look on his face as he heads straight down the ramp to the ring.


Nailz.: Chris McKenzie takes no prisoners, methodical style without much weakness. Can we be looking at the next Suicidal champion?

Beckett: Well Unceremoniously Michael Callahan is the Pro-Life Champion and I can’t see him being dethroned so soon in my opinion.

Once “Monster” by Skillet starts to die and Chris McKenzie gets settled in the ring there's a dramatic pause as we await the arrival of our Suicidal Champion. People await with baited breath the banjo chords of “Losing Your Mind” by Pride and Glory but to their surprise an entire orchestras worth of musicians in tuxedo's shimmy out through the curtain lead by a man of incredible distinction. Defying the audiences expectations, the band quickly get set up and ready to play a very special entrance for Michael Callahan. Installation takes about thirty seconds to accomplish and once everyone is sitting down and ready it falls down upon the legendary Bill Conti to step out to an enormous mark-out from the fans, whooping and cheering at the composing legend.

Taking his stand at the front of the orchestra he assembles his music sheets on the stand in front of him before taking up his wand and summoning musical magic from his army of penguins. Soon, “Gonna Fly Now” (the stairs theme from Rocky) starts playing and the audience whoop and cheer in recognition of one of cinema's most legendary musical numbers. Finally Michael Callahan struts out of the ring dressed like Apollo Creed complete with stars and stripes boxing gown and matching gloves, shadow boxing with an invisible opponent. Punch after punch is thrown by The American Hero, each one accompanied by a red, white or blue firework with it. The audience applaud his blatant celebration of Americanism but boo his arrogance.

Once the fireworks die down he throws his hood back and gives one of his glimmering, full-tooth pearly white smiles to the camera as he starts walking to the entrance. However, like most things in Callahan's life things don't go to plan. Someone has come to crash Callahan's party.[/i]

? ? ?: EYO YO YO YO, CUT THE MUSIC!

It only takes a couple of seconds for Callahan's dream entrance to become a total nightmare thanks to the arrival of nine of the most influential men in gangster rap. All of them start making their way out lead of course by one man, but who is this mysterious figure? Known as Bobby Digital, RZA and the rest of the Wu Tang Clan walk out together, all with microphones which only intensify Callahan's fear. Bill Conti's orchestra stop playing as RZA and the surviving members of the Wu Tang Clan take centre stage.

RZA: Now y'all motherfuckers with yo' orchestra can git yo' ass gon'. This is our show now!

The orchestra along with Bill Conti, not wanting to offend the nastiest motherfuckers in rap take their bow to raucous applause and make their way back leaving their instruments on the stage. Meanwhile, the rest of the Wu Tang are getting in on the banter.

Method Man: Yo slick, listen here. We heard what you been sayin' 'bout us, 'bout us bein' a bad influence on da kids and dat we bad people. Well you're wrong Callahan. We's a buncha' normal motherfuckin' guys who just like to express ourselves through different methods. We wanna show you dat we're not bad guys like you think we are man. So we gonna' do you a solid.

Michael Callahan: Oh yeah and what would that be?

RZA: Who wants to see the Wu Tang Clan do a live track for Callahan's entrance?

It's a suggestion that goes down well with the crowd who break out into “WU. TANG. WU. TANG.” chants at deafeningly high volumes. It's a response that puts a smile on the boys faces as The Killer Bees buzz out in swarm. Callahan desperately tries to protest the bastardisation of his entrance but soon the sound system is blasting the intro of “Bring the Ruckus” by Wu Tang Clan.

EN GARDE, I'LL LET YOU TRY MY WU TANG STYLE.

RZA: Bring the motherfucking ruckus, bring the motherfucking ruckus, bring the mother, bring the motherfucking ruckus. Bring the motherfucking ruckus.

Ghostface Killah: Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse. My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse. I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk. Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an'. However, I master the trick just like Nixon. Causin' terror, quick damage ya whole era.. Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot. P.L.O. Style. Hazardous, cause I wreck this dangerous. I blow sparks like Waco, Texas!

Callahan throws his hood up again and makes his way down to the ring but struggles as the Wu Tang Clan get in his way. Jumping up and down and getting all up in his face as they scream their lyrics, the crowd eat it up but Callahan can't stand it and despises the fans for encouraging this desecration.

Raekwon the Chef: I watch my back like I'm locked down. Hardcore. Hittin' sound, watch me act bugged, and tear it down. A literate type asshole, songs goin' gold. No doubt and you watch a corny nigga fold. Yeah, they fake and all that. Carryin' gats but yo', my Clan. Rollin like forty Macs. Now ya act convinced, I guess it makes sense. Wu-Tang, yo sewwwwwwwww, represent. I wait for one to act up. Now I got him backed up. Gun to his neck now, react what? And that's one in the chamber. Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger!

Raekwon the Chef actually manages to push Callahan over who quickly gets back and shoves him but finds himself confronted by the rest of The Clan who continue to rap his entrance.[

RZA: Bring the motherfucking ruckus, bring the motherfucking ruckus, bring the mother, bring the motherfucking ruckus, bring the motherfucking ruckus. Bring the mother, bring the mother, bring the motherfucking ruckus. Bring the motherfucking ruckus. Bring the mother, bring the mother, bring the motherfucking ruckus. Bring the motherfucking ruckus.

Here comes Callahan's favourite verse, right with line one which is enough to make him cringe to whole new levels.

Inspectah Deck: I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches! I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits! Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin'! Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin! Bust this, I'm kickin like Seagal, Out for Justice! The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus! Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue! Murder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun-gun! I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness! Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown! By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA! Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga'! So bad, stabbin' up the pad with the vocab, crab! I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on...

RZA: Bring the motherfucking ruckus. Bring the motherfucking ruckus. Bring the mother, bring the motherfucking ruckus. Bring the motherfucking ruckus.

The GZA: Yo! I'm more rugged than slave man boots. New recruits. I'm fuckin' up MC troops. I break loose and trample shit when I STOMP, a mudhole in that ass 'cause I'm straight out the swamp. Creepin' up on sight, now it's fight night. My Wu Tang slang is mad, fuckin' dangerous and more deadly than the stroke of an axe. Chopping through your back. Givin bystanders heart-attacks. Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him. I blow up his fuckin prism. Make it a vicious act of terrorism. You wanna bring it, so fuck it. Come on and bring the ruckus, and I provoke niggaz to kick buckets. I'm wettin' CREAM, I ain't wettin' fame. Who sellin' gain, I'm givin out a deadly game. It's not the Russian it's the Wu-Tang crushin'. Roulette, slip up and get fucked like Suzette. Bring da fuckin ruckus..

RZA: Bring the motherfucking ruckus... bring the motherfucking ruckus...

There's a break and then the intro sample is repeated once more as the Wu boys finish it up with a chant while Michael tries to climb the steps. They're all around him though so it's difficult.

Wu Tang Clan: So bring it on, so bring it on, so bring it on, so bring it on, so bring it on, so bring it on, so bring it on, punk nigga!

Bring the Ruckus finally ends and Callahan is standing in the ring, livid with rage at what just happened to him. He stands and stares at Chris McKenzie who seems if anything at least a little bit amused at Callahan's total humiliation. It's not over yet though...

RZA: Come on y'all, everyone chant with us... CAL-LA-HAN AIN'T NUTHIN' TO FUCK WITH! CAL-LA-HAN AIN'T NUTHIN' TO FUCK WITH!

The Wu Tang Clan hold up all their mics to amplify the sound of the audience chanting “Callahan Ain't Nothing To Fuck With” over and over again. Callahan's positively squinting with rage, damn near about to burst a blood vessel if the Clan don't leave. Finally though, once the volume is unbearable and a new chant has been immortalised in APW The Clan decide to take their leave.

RZA: Killer bees, we outta here! Peace!

Nailz: That’s just like Michael Callahan to arrive in style…Bravo!!!

Beckett: Chris McKenzie has overstayed his welcome disrespecting a worldly politician like that.

Nailz: Please if Callahan was even worth a damn he would have been President by now.

SUICIDAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

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“The American Hero” Michael Callahan© vs. “The Virus” Chris McKenzie

The American Hero and Chris McKenzie test each other in strength but Michael ends up surprisingly winning the exchange on the 6'4 McKenzie. Michael Callahan gets up in embarrassment and starts hammering away on with his fist. Callahan knees Chris in the gut and then knees him hard into his jaw. The crafty politician ducks a right hand attempt and then quickly with a forearm smash onto McKenzie and proceeds with a running boot. McKenzie is a little taken aback by the offense of Michael Callahan as The Champ hits a thunderous onto his challenger. Callahan picks up the struggling challenger but gets a European style uppercut into his jaw region.

Chris follows by a classic atomic drop then an elbow to Callahan. He is pressed against the ropes and is taking some serious punishment here. Chris McKenzie shuffles forward and dumps Michael to the outside before going to the outside following his challenger. McKenzie picks up Callahan and pounds his shoulder into his sternum before tossing him back first into the ring apron. The Virus tries to grab Callahan but he suavely reverses and bangs the skull of McKenzie upon the ring apron.

Nailz: You know what they say a hard head makes a soft ass!!!

Beckett: How do you know that The Virus has a soft ass?

Nailz: Ever heard of figure of speech Beckett…

The Champ tosses McKenzie back into the ring and goes high risk. A huge spiral diving uppercut nails the fighting challenger and he's on the ground once more. Callahan back to a vertical basis nails some swift low kick to McKenzie's spine. Callahan then twists the arm of The Virus with sheer force and determination and puts his knee deep into it. Chris is screaming but gains a knee up and rolls out of the arm twist. The Virus with a huge right hand into The American Hero’s jaw crumpling on to the mat and he smirks. He then starts hammering away at The Suicidal Champion who pushes Chris off of him. Callahan is met with a text book back body drop but Callahan is still on his feet. The Virus turns to see The Champ landed upon his feet from the move and gets solid inverted DDT. That DDT was handled with unique force and the pain is shown upon the Virus’ face. Callahan with a triangle leg lock upon Christopher but The Virus won't give up and ends up biting Callahan's leg.

The Virus is shocked as he lets the hold go and slams down Michael with a snap suplex.The Virus kicks his opponent in the gut and thinks Viral Infection but MC maneuvers out. Callahan with a vertical suplex but McKenzie grabs Callahan’s leg to get out of it.McKenzie slams the knee of The Champ onto the canvas with immense force and effort.Callahan is now letting out a scream as Chris rakes his eyes. The crafty Politian then has to worry about his eye now as Chris begins to scratch his chin. The Virus thinks mid match and then throws Callahan to the outside of the ring.

Nailz: This match is getting brutal and real fast.

Beckett: Chris McKenzie looking to poison Callahan’s campaign now with his venom.

The Champ tries to get to his feet as McKenzie decides to baseball slide his face in with a lot of momentum behind it. He then picks up him in a backbreaker and then he begins to pick apart the announce table. The Virus eyes the monitor and goes to bash Callahan's head in but he ducks and a huge right hand! The Champ picks up his opponent from the outside floor and then drags him into the squared circle and goes for the pin.

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The Virus with a swinging neck breaker attempt but Callahan pushes him into the corner and mounts him. In Callahan’s desperation Chris McKenzie receives about twenty punches into his face but his opponent quickly pushes him off. Callahan tries to recuperate but receives a huge clothesline and is turned inside out. The Virus eyes Callahan like a mad man he was a lot resilient than his last opponent Frank Cannon and he knew it. The Champ is feeling the effects of the clothesline but tries to shake it as Chris puts him inside a sleeper hold. Callahan is slowly fading before backing his adversary multiple times in the corner and he lets go. Callahan with a huge vertical suplex from out of the corner and he goes to capitalize on this opportunity. The Champion goes for a knee strike upon Chris. The Virus brilliantly ducked it and he spins around before delivering a punch to Callahan’s gut.

Beckett: Callahan you got to fight back here champ…

Nailz: It looks like the champ’s being outwrestled and he’s supposed to be the technical expert HAHAHA!!!

Callahan then musters enough strength to bounce The Virus off the ropes and lands a powerful elbow into McKenzie’s jaw. He was showing shades of the great wrestlers that have come out of Japan. Michael Callahan with another huge inverted DDT shoving McKenzie’s head deep into the canvas. Callahan gets on the top rope as McKenzie gets up and receives an axe handle into his temple before being thrown to the outside. The champ continues to shove Chris back into the barricade before tossing him into the ring. The Champ goes back into the ring but gets a stiff backhand shot to the ribs by The Virus. McKenzie with a dozen chops lighting up Callahan’s chest. McKenzie then locks The American Hero inside a heel hook lock and he is screaming in pain and he can’t take much more. Callahan is fading and the ref drops his hand upon the mat twice. Before the champ rolls through and hits a huge slam onto The Virus and then when he gets up again. Callahan runs forward to knock Chris to the outside once more with sheer aggression but McKenzie gets tossed up high. Luckily The Virus catches the top rope and remains on the apron. Chris then kicks Callahan in the back of his skull whilst he was resting. Callahan and McKenzie brawl back to the outside once more. McKenzie grabs Callahan and tosses him into the steel post back first. The Champ’s screams echo throughout the arena as Chris lifts him up by the hair and tosses him back inside the ring. Chris McKenzie then picks up Michael and tries to finish off him but Callahan rolls him up into a small package. The Virus rolls through the move and then puts The Champ in a snap mare and hits a hard kick into Callahan’s sternum.

Beckett: Oh the humanity of this match!!!

Nailz: The Virus shall not be denied.

The Virus wipes the sweat off of himself before picking up The Champ who still has life in him. American Hero pushes his adversary away before hitting a seated chin lock into a pin. Chris McKenzie gets out of it before the ref starts a count and hits a hard shot to Callahan’s mid-section. Before grabbing The Champ and wrenching back into a Comatose State (RKO)!!! Leaving Chris McKenzie flat out down on the canvas. Chris McKenzie attempts to pin The Champ to ensure his destiny.

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Nailz: I have to jump on the campaign trail now the champ won’t go down.

Beckett: Because he’s a politician they’ll sell their own mother for a victory.

The Champion won’t give up and Chris McKenzie flares up and down against the canvas like some sort of animal stalking his prey. The Virus backs up going for a “No Cure” (Punt Kick) but as he goes to connect Michael Callahan evades before slamming his forearm into Chris McKenzie’s face. The Virus blindly stumbles into Callahan’s Landslide Election (Ace Crusher) as the crowd is off of their feet after the match they have seen. A cover there after follows as the referee simply drops down for the count of…


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Winner and still APW Suicidal Champion: Michael Callahan[/center]

Nailz: Well as you can see Michael Callahan has retained his title and is leaving the ring on his own power while Chris McKenzie remains floored.

Beckett: He sure deserved this win here at the biggest stage of them all after outsmarting Chris McKenzie.

The ref raises Callahan’s arm in victory has his music plays. He grabs his Pro-Life title and hugs it before lifts it in the air, showing it off to everyone! Callahan continues to celebrate as we head backstage.

[President Jeff]

Chris Hart is walking towards his locker room backstage, having been checked out by the doctors after his match, having missed both the Boston Tea Party and the I Quit Match for the Overdrive Title. Turning the corner, he hears a chuckle that immediately causes him to stop and turn around. Staring him down is the Crazy Cuban, and former adversary, Delikado.

Chris: It’s bad enough we have to deal with Adam Young!

Delikado: Who? Sorry, Delikado doesn’t follow B-shows. He just … makes it RAIN!

Delikado does his best Horatio Caine impression as he whips his sunglasses out of his pocket.

Delikado: YOU CAN’T SEE ME!

Chris face palms, the only reaction possible.

Chris: Who in the blue hell let you back here?”

Delikado: Let me back here? Oh, you make Delikado laugh! And it’s a good thing you do otherwise I just might have to, well, I can’t think of what I would do to you Chris but knowing me, as I do, or as you do, we can only imagine what it would be.

Chris looks at Delikado, slightly confused.

Delikado: But no one ‘let’ me back here Chris. You see while you were busy playing your reindeer games with those Asylum loonies, you missed the big news. You see, Delikado is the newest member of the Overdrive roster.

Chris: Jesus Christ

Delikado: Exactly, it’s like the second coming, but without the sparkly jackets that glimmer in the dark.

Chris shakes his head once more, before Delikado removes his sun glasses.

Delikado: I’m glad I ran into you though Chris, because as much as you think this is simply going to be fun and games, it isn’t. As much as you imagine Delikado is going to be the same crazy Cuban, he won’t. This is Delikado: Version APW, and shit has is about to get serious.

Chris looks at Delikado in shock, before behind him a number of ‘flash bangs’ go off, blinding the camera as Chris recoils from the sound.

Delikado: That doesn’t mean it can’t be interesting though either.

With no visual, the crew producing Rasslemania cuts away to ringside

Ferrari: The following match up is for the APW Xtreme Championship and is scheduled for One Fall. Introducing First is the Challenger! A Former 21 Time World Champion, he is the self proclaimed: "The Greatest Wrestler Alive Today"! He is MICHAAEEELLL HAAARRRRRIISSSSS!!!

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.

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.

Ferrari: And his opponent, currently the only man Xtreme on Overdrive! He is the APW XTREME CHAMPION!!! JOHNNN..DIOOOONYSSUUUUUSSS!!!

Darkness. There is the sound of a bell being tolled. “For Whom the Bell Tolls” begins to play. The song plays for one minute and 43 seconds before the main riff of the song kicks in and John Dionysus walks from behind the curtain wearing the Xtreme Title around his waist– 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. Handing his belt to the referee as he gets to his feet, eyes on his opponent.

Harvey: Our Xtreme Division is stepping into the ring and things are about to get Extreme!

Chase: Blood, broken limbs, and heart will be seen during this match! Very excited for this match, this entire night period! I am having fun!

APW XTREME TITLE MATCH

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John Dionysus (C) vs Michael Harris


The bell rings, Michael Harris drops to the mat and rolls outside of the ring. He stops at the center at the side of the ring and ducks down, pulling shit out up from the ring. Chairs, pipes, even a sledgehammer. Lastly he yanks out a long steel chain and smiles as he looks into the ring at the Champion, Dionysus. Harris wraps the chain around his right fist and lets the rest dangle from his arm. He tosses some of the other stuff into the ring, Dionysus leaves it alone but keeps his eyes on his challenger.

Chase: Dionysus is a different kind of Xtreme Champion! He doesn't like using Weapons but rather his Wrestling skill to damage his opponents.

Harvey: In this environment, he might be forced to get involved with the Xtreme he currently represents. If not, we might be looking at a new Champion crowned here tonight!

Harris reenters the ring and Dionysus watches him, not moving from his starting spot. Harris is up with the chain still wrapped around the knuckles on his fist. The excess dangling from his fist as he comes in closer to Dionysus. That's when the Champion begins to move as he prepares to counter Harris. As the challenger swings his chained fist at the Champion, Dionysus dodges the bullet but quickly Harris swings down and whips the excess chain overhead and catches Dionysus in the shoulder.

Dionysus hits the mat and is swung down on again by the tightly wrapped Chain around Harris' clutched fist. Harris pulls Dionysus up from the mat and pushes his fist, his knuckles against Dionysus' eyes, grinding them with the small shards along the chain. Little trickles of blood come to the surface of John Dionysus' face and the Champion grabs hold of Harris around the waist and lifts, twists and slams him back over with a sick fucking backdrop. Harris very unprepared for the move, unclinches his fist and the chain loosens it's wrap.

John Dionysus gets up and yanks Harris up from the mat as well. He goes into another Suplex or Slam but before it becomes clear which it will be, Michael Harris drills Dionysus with short pops from his chained fist. Dropping Harris, his feet hit the canvas and he turns to hit the ropes but Dionysus grabs the slack on the chain and pulls, yanking Harris off his feet, his arm up but his body on the canvas of the ring. Dionysus steps back and drops a Headbutt into Harris' face. Up back to his feet he grabs the chain and starts unwrapping it, once out of Harris' position, Dionysus launches out the ring. It hits the entrance ramp and Dionysus has the advantage.

Michael Harris gets pulled to his feet, he shoves Dionysus back and throws a European Uppercut that sends Dionysus back even farther. As the Champion comes in again, Michael Harris out of nowhere hits a Superkick that connects directly to the throat of the Champion. Hands around his own neck, Dionysus drops back and falls into the ropes afar. Harris rushes at the Champion, clotheslining him over the ropes. Dionysus lands awkwardly to the ringside mats but Michael Harris gets out onto the ring apron.

Harvey: Someone needs to get another weapon! I want some Violence!!

Chase: Be patient, the match really just started..What is Dionysus doing? Out of his element here so to speak...

To Michael Harris' surprise, Dionysus gets to his feet with a lead pipe he found right under the ring apron. He swings quickly, hitting Harris right against both his shins and Michael Harris falls from up on the ring apron and belly flops against the ring side floor mats. Dionysus looks at the lead pipe in his hand, deciding if he will embrace the violence to retain his Xtreme Championship or rely on his bread and butter. He tosses the pipe to the ground and rips up Harris from the ground, getting him to his feet, Dionysus lifts him into a Reverse Samoan Drop and slams him down. Harris bounces off the ground and rolls as he grabs his midsection and aches in pain. His shins look purple already from the stiff shot from the lead pipe. A few fans in the front row cringe at the sight of them turning colors.

Dionysus doesn't go after the shins, that'd be dirty. Instead he gets Harris up to his feet yet again and goes to Irish Whip his opponent but Harris grabs and pulls himself back to Dionysus. He catches the Champion quickly with a big elbow and grabs hold of his around the waist, flipping him overhead with a Belly to Belly. Dionysus flies overhead and lands hard against the guard railing. Harris limps and drags Dionysus from the guard rail and puts him up against the side of the steel steps at the nearby corner of the ring. Harris lifts the apron curtain and looks under the ring, pulling out another Steel Chair. Not wanting to go all the way to the other side to pull out what he did at the start of the match.

He gets the chair up at the side of his head like a baseball bat. He moves towards Dionysus but can't run cause of his shins. As he approaches, that's exactly what John Dionysus goes after. Slide kicking across the mat and off the steel steps, kicking Harris directly to the purple and black shaded shins. Harris drops the chair, tries using it as a crutch but catches himself deep in the armpit and bounces off it, landing to his side on the floor mats. Now both on the ground, Harris aching over his shins as Dionysus begins his climb back to his feet.

Michael Harris gets up as well, fighting through his pains. Dionysus leaning against the ring and Harris against the guard railing behind him. The steel steps just inches from Dionysus and Harris notices that when the Champion turns toward him, his back will be lined up with the steps. Harris gets ready, waits, almost stalking John Dionysus, wanting him to just turn around. He does. Dionysus slowly turns towards Harris and the Challenger breaks for it, not but 5-10 feet from railing to ring, Harris pushes through the pain and takes off in a short stride. Dionysus tries to step out of the way but can't as Harris charges in and Spears Dionysus into the steps. The steps themselves explode, breaking the top part off the bottom and the two competitors land over the bottom half of the stairs. The crowd on their feet wondering who is in more pain right now.

Chase: Oh my God! Did you see the stairs blow up?!

Harvey: That could have broke backs, we need an Ambulance on hand for this match!

Chase: You said it!!

As they move around on the bottom set of the stairs, Dionysus pushes Harris off him. Michael Harris begins crawling on the ringside floors, around the corner to where all the equipment he had pulled our earlier is located. As John Dionysus returns to his feet and has taken a moment to rub at his back, he might have whiplash as well as he slowly rolls his neck around. He starts turning the corner after Harris but Michael Harris flips onto his back, scooting away. He grabs a chair and throws it at Dionysus, then grabs the lead pipe he pulled out, not the one Dionysus used. Harris launches that as well and Dionysus ducks the nicely thrown pipe and it soars across the way and catches the Time Keeper right in the temple. He drops his head onto the table, hitting the ring bell as he goes unconscious.

Harvey: Oh Damn! Hahaha! I think the Time Keeper needs that Ambulance! He just got Knocked the FUCK OUT!! Hahaha!!

Chase: That caught him right in the head, I think the temple. APW might need a new Time Keeper for the remainder of the night..

Dionysus turns from looking at the Time Keeper. Harris stopped and watched him go out as well, like time itself had given them a time out. Dionysus is back with his attention to Michael Harris and Harris has nothing else left to grab and throw. He hurries and get up under the ring apron as John Dionysus grabs him at the ankles and pulls. Michael Harris slides out from the ring, and is twisted at the waist with another Chair in his possession and clocks Dionysus square in the head. Dionysus stumbles back, he stops thanks to the Announcer's Table behind him.

Michael Harris gets to his feet, using the chair to help him up. He lifts the chair high and comes down again catching Dionysus with a solid shot over the head and the chair wraps around Dionysus. Harris pulls at the stuck and bent chair, pulling it free from around Dionysus' head and he tosses it to the ground. Dionysus still dazed and leaned up against the Announcer table is now bleeding from his forehead. It rolls down into his face and a few drips fall from his chin. Harris lifts and places Dionysus onto the Announcer table and the crowd is up to their feet waiting to see what happens next.

Chase: The action is right here in our laps and I'm still pumped for what will happen next! I love this time of year!!

Harvey: Man...he just knocked over my Mountain Dew...

Michael Harris stumbles from his shins and gets back to the ring, rolls inside and pulls himself back up using the ropes. He takes a second and looks down at his pained and bruised shins. They have taken on a color of black and blue and Harris doesn't look pleased. He climbs up on the top Turnbuckle, looking at least 15 feet down and over at John Dionysus. Still sprawled out on the Announcer table and not knowing where his challenger even is. Michael Harris has this match right where he wants it, he has a look in his eye like he wants to make a statement and prepares for his flight. John Dionysus begins to get to his feet though but he remains on the table as he gets there. Harris wanting to make that impact changes plans but not flight plans and leaps from the top turnbuckle. He comes down and Dionysus reacts, diving off the Announcer's Table and crashing his body into the falling Harris with a massive Spear!!

Harvey: MOTHER OF GOD!! HE...HE SPEARED HIM FROM THE ANNOUNCERS TABLE!!!

Chase: Harris coming from the top, looking to hit a Double Axe Handle gets Speared by the Xtreme Champion! This is BONKERS!!

The fans erupt with "HOLY SHIT" chants as both men are laid out cold on the ringside floor. The referee isn't sure what to do since he can't count them out and nobody is making a pinfall. He leans over to check on them and then shrugs as if the match might be called a No Contest. He decides to give them both a 10 count before going with that call and throws up a single finger to begin that count.

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Climbing into the ring, Dionysus takes another second to take in multiple breaths of air into his lungs. He moves towards Michael Harris and once again grabs a handful of his opponent's hair, pulling him up to his feet. Harris lifts a knee right into Dionysus' groin area which is legal in this match and the Champion has had his nuts rung like bells. Harris shoves the Champion back and Dionysus is stopped by the turnbuckle pads to his back but bounces out of the corner and Michael Harris speeds in and goes for his "Brooklyn Knockout" but Dionysus moves, Harris goes shoulder first into the turnbuckles and Dionysus drops, hooks in between the legs and School Boy rolls Michael Harris up for a pin attempt. The referee drops to the mat and slaps it to begin the count.

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Winner and still APW Xtreme Champion: John Dionysus[/center]

Chase: THE CHAMPION RETAINS WITH A SCHOOL BOY!!

Harvey: Well I'll be a Monkey's Uncle! He has an Old School feel about him and our Xtreme Champion won with an old school pin! Let's make it official!

Ferrari: Your Winner! AND...STILL, APW XTREME CHAMPION!!! JOOHHHNNN DIOOOOYYYSSSUUUSSS!!!!

“For Whom the Bell Tolls” plays as the referee goes and retrieves the Xtreme Championship from where the Time Keeper is still unconscious and returns to the ring as Dionysus gets to his feet. Putting the Title to his chest, Dionysus has his arms raised by the referee. He seems pleased but pained as he does a turn around to each side of the audience with his arms raised and his belt draped over his shoulder.

Bursting through the door with the excitement of a kid on Christmas, Vikki Lahm and Steve Fukuyama practically evacuate themselves in shock as Callahan charges into his office with the biggest grin in the universe. He's absolute ecstatic, and he has every reason to be. The Pro Life Era has officially begun. It might not be all thanks to him but he's sure as Hell gonna' run his mouth like it is. He can honestly say at this point that he's happier now than when his fiancé said yes to marrying him.

Michael Callahan: YESSSSSSSSS!!!! I DID IT!

Vikki Lahm: Congratulations, Michael.

Steve Fukuyama: Yeah man, congratulations sir. You won your war. It only took me going into a life-threatening coma and you taking the beating of your life to get there.

Callahan rolls his eyes at the triviality of the coma and of the idea that the war is over.

Michael Callahan: Don't be absurd. I haven't won the war, but simply the first of many battles to clean up the act of wrestling. This is just the beginning my boy. However, this victory is a critical one. It sets me in a much better vantage point from which to continue to wage my war against the filth in wrestling. With a payrise, an extended contract from which I can not be terminated from and full ownership rights of my championship belt, I am now de facto King of the Castle here in Asylum. This victory is but another layer of legitimacy to my already stacked cake of being the rightful, duly elected wrestling representative.

Steve Fukuyama: Well... that's as maybe but we can take a break for now, right?

Michael Callahan: Don't be stupid Steve. Break? Are you insane? This is a war. Do you think soldiers in the US Marines turn around and say “Hold up Sarge, take five, I'm on my coffee break”? No. We're soldiers in the war against debauchery. We do not take breaks.

Vikki Lahm: Oh come on Michael, what more is there to do? You beat McKenzie, you're patched up and ready to go. There's no training to do. No matches anytime soon. You can cut loose just this once.

Vikki's words cut to the core of Callahan and after some internal assessment he nods an affirmation of the motive.

Michael Callahan: Touché. Alright Vikki. Let's party. I'll play some tunes on the piano.

Callahan points to the new grand piano in his office. It wasn't there last time and it probably won't be there next time. Nobody really knows how it actually got there.

Steve Fukuyama: Where'd that even come from?

Michael Callahan: I do not know.

Callahan takes a seat at the piano and cracks his knuckles. He starts playing the opening notes to “November Rain” by Guns 'N' Roses. Vikki Lahm is suddenly on a drumkit and Steve Fukuyama has pulled a guitar out of thin air.

Michael Callahan: When I look into those eyes... I CAN SEE A LOVE RESTRAINEEEEEED... AND DARLIN' WHEN I HOLD YOU.... DON'T YOU KNOW I FEEL THE SAME?!

Vikki and Steve start doing backing vocals until Steve starts questioning why they're even playing this song.

Steve Fukuyama: I thought this was a happy occasion? Why are we playing one of the most tear-sapping songs a man can listen to?

Michael Callahan: Good point. I'll play something else.

Callahan kicks it into gear, fires off a few notes then starts singing a different tune all together.

Michael Callahan: PIAN-PIAN-PIAN-O. PIANO. PIANO. PIAN-PIAN-PIAN-O. 'CUZ IT'S THE PIANO, OI! Glory days, happy Rasslemania philistines! Let the Pro Life era begin!

With that, we go back to ringside.

[President Jeff]

Ferrari: The following contest was scheduled to be a Four-Corners Elimination Match for the APW Tag Team Titles, but due to injury, the Hometown Heroes will not be able to compete!

The fans boo this announcement loudly.

Nailz: It's a damn shame that the SoCal Gangstas robbed the Hometown Heroes of even having a chance at having a RassleMania moment!

Beckett: They still got a RassleMania moment, it's just that they were on the wrong end of it!

The boos continue and bells start to toll as "Let it Reign" by Westside Connection starts playing out walks Adam Young wearing a white custom suit and right behind him is the SoCal Gangstas decked out in custom Oakland Raiders black jerseys, black camo pants, black Lugz boots and black Oakley shades. The fans are giving them all the hate they can muster as the Gangstas walk towards the ring.

Ferrari: Making their way to the ring first, accompanied by “The One” Adam Young, weighing in at a combined weight of 475 pounds, from Southern California, Death and Disorder, The SoCal Gangstas!

Nailz: The fans are just letting these two have it as they make their way down to the ring! I don't think there's a more unpopular tandem in APW!

Beckett: The Gangstas showed proactive thinking by attacking the Hometown Heroes earlier tonight! It may have not been good sportsmanship, but it was smart!

They reach the ring and take their jerseys off and hand them to Adam along with their shades. They slide into the ring.

The lights dim down as "I'm Going Slightly Mad" by Queen begins to play through the arena and out from the back step the Martyrs of Madness, Rico Casteel and Mike Morrison. Rico stops at the top of the ramp, glaring around the arena before locking in on the ring, while Mike stands beside him, his eyes wide and crazy. Morrison begins to make his way down the ramp, cane in hand, while Rico cracks his neck before making his way to the ring.

Ferrari: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 490 pounds, the team of Mike Morrison and Rico Casteel, The Martyrs of Madness!

Beckett: The Martyrs of Madness have made it perfectly clear that they don't think too highly of the SoCal Gangstas, with Rico going as far as to say that this match is really just between The Martyrs and The Studmuffins!

Nailz: That's why they wrestle the matches, though! The SoCal Gangstas could surprise them!

Morrison slides into the ring while Rico pulls himself onto the apron and enters. Rico paces the ring, eyeing the entrance, while Morrison twirls his cane.

A voice can be heard over the speakers. “INDIANAPOLIS! ARE YOU READY TO PARTY ROCK!?” The fans go wild as RedFoo and SkyBlu of LMFAO emerge from backstage!



The music for “Sexy and I Know It” hits, and they begin to sing as about fifty women come pouring from the backstage area and line either side of the entrance ramp! The lights are flashing alternately between pink and yellow, and before long, the APW Tag Team Champions emerge from the back, dressed in gold leopard print track suits and fedoras. “Stunning” Stan and Sr. Guapo have their tag belts around their waists and gold feather boas slung over their shoulders, and their manager Biggs is dressed to match, with his gold ring jacket that is also leopard print, with gold feathers on the shoulders. He's sporting his signature shades and dances along with his clients as the fans sing along and dance as well!

Ferrari: And their opponents, accompanied by Biggs, weighing in at a combined weight of 503 pounds, from Miami, Florida, they are the APW Tag Team Champions, “Sr. Guapo” Armando Asante and “Stunning” Stan Everdeen, The Studmuffins!

Nailz: Just listen to the ovation the Studmuffins are receiving here tonight! These fans love them, and they love them back![ I'll be honest, it's easy to forget just how good these two are due to all their antics! They may have won the belts under slightly controversial means, but they have worked hard to prove that they deserve those belts!

Beckett: My pick for this match is the Martyrs of Madness! The Studmuffins may have defeated them last month, but tonight's a different story!

As the Studmuffins begin to make their way down the ramp, the women swoon as they dance by, pumping their fists and thrusting their hips as they head towards the ring. LMFAO walks down the ramp with them, still singing. Both opposing teams look unimpressed, and the Studs are still dancing as they reach the ring. They pop into the ring, and continue to dance, with LMFAO shuffling as well! The song ends with an emphatic “I'm sexy and I know it!” from the crowd! As the song comes to a close, both the Martyrs of Madness and the SoCal Gangstas attack the Studmuffins from behind! The Studs haven't even had a chance to remove their ring gear and belts as The Gangstas beat down Sr. Guapo, and Stan feels the wrath of the Martyrs! Biggs and LMFAO get out of dodge, exiting the ring quickly as the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Elimination Tag Match for the APW Tag Team Titles

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The Studmuffins © vs. The Martyrs of Madness vs. The SoCal Gangstas

Death and Disorder toss Sr. Guapo out of the ring, before exiting to continue the beatdown on the floor, while the fans boo loudly! Rico Casteel and Mike Morrison double team Stan Everdeen, backing him into the corner and kicking the living daylights out of him! After a few kicks, they each grab an arm of Stan and pull him out of the corner, lifting him up for a Double Team Flapjack, driving his face right into the mat! Morrison steps out onto the apron, allowing Rico to officially start the match! By this point, refs from the back have come out to assist the ref in the ring, directing the SoCal Gangstas to their corner. Biggs is tending to Sr. Guapo while Rico continues his assualt on Stan in the ring, giving him numerous hard stomps before pulling him up to his feet. “The Loose Cannon” punches Stan right in the face a few times before lifting him right up into a Gorrilla Press position with seemingly the greatest of ease! This draws a loud reaction from the impressed crowd, and Rico just stalls, standing in the middle of the ring with Stan held up for the better part of thirty seconds before slamming him hard down to the mat!

Beckett: What scary brute strength from Rico Casteel right there! We knew he was strong, perhaps the strongest man in this match, but the way he lifted up Stan there, it was like he was picking up a rag doll!

Nailz: “Stunning” Stan Everdeen is not a small man!

Rico pulls Stan right back up, whipping him hard into the ropes, and taking him back down with a Powerful Clothesline on the rebound! He then sits Stan up and locks in Seated Side Headlock! As he chokes the air out of Stan with one arm, he uses his fist on the other to pummel the crown of Stan's head! However, Stan doesn't take things lying down, and begins to fight back! He gives Rico a hard elbow to the midsection, followed by another, and then a third, before trying to make his way up to his feet! The fans are coming to life, cheering him on as he gets up to his feet and manages to shove Rico off! As Rico hits the ropes, Death reaches over and tags himself in, slapping Rico hard on the back! Stan doesn't see the tag, and he picks Rico up for a ring shaking Samoan Drop, but right as he falls to the mat, Death is there with an Elbow Drop to the sternum! Death continues with some vicious stomps in rapid succession before pulling Stan up and delivering a Snap Suplex! He covers the bigger man, but doesn't even get a one count! Death grits his teeth as he pulls Stan up by the hair, but the “Stunning” one counters with a hard punch to the midsection and whips Death into The Studmuffins' corner! Stan tags in Sr. Guapo, who comes in with his fiery Latin temper, and proceeds to climb the turnbuckle and pummel Death in the corner! The fans count along with the punches,

“Uño!”

“Dos!”

“Tres!”

“Quatro!”

“Cinco!”

“Sies!”

“Siete!”

“Ocho!”

“Nuevo!”

“Diez!”

Beckett: Sounds like the crowd's bilingual tonight!

Sr. Guapo is fired up as he hops down off the turnbuckle, and he appeals to the crowd by pumping his fists before giving Death a Snapmare out of the corner! He then gives Death a hard Soccer Kick right into the spine that echoes throughout the arena! Adam Young is trying to shout instructions to Death from outside the ring but is visibly frusterated as Death holds his back in pain while Sr. Guapo lets him get back to his feet. Once Death is back up, Armando gives him a quick kick to the gut, grabs a hold of his arm, and pulls off a Cross Armbreaker, flipping Death to the mat and torquing his arm! Death taps out immediately, not even giving Disorder a chance to break it up! The fans errupt in cheers as The SoCal Gangstas have been eliminated!

Eliminated: SoCal Gangstas

Nailz: And we have our first elimination! The SoCal Gangstas leave this one early as Sr. Guapo applies that devestating Cross Armbreaker!

Beckett: Looks like their earlier plans didn't help them that much at all, did they!?

Adam Young and Disorder are cursing at Death as he rolls out of the ring, and they begin the long walk of shame back up the ramp as Mike Morrison enters the ring to confront Armando Asante! Sr. Guapo has a confident look on his face, and motions for Morrison to bring it, but Mike just stands there, grinning and tilting his head ever so slightly to the side. Armando motions for him to come on again, but Morrison just stands there, continuing to look unnerving.

Beckett: What in the heck is Mike Morrison doing!?

Nailz: I don't know for sure, but I think he's probably playing mindgames with his opponent!

Sr. Guapo has a confused look on his face, but he finally breaks the stale mate, charging at Morrison with a Running Dropkick! Morrison ducks out of the way, and is right on Armando as he falls to the mat! Morrison gets down to one knee and grabs a hold of the top of Sr. Guapo's head, pummeling him in the side of the face with several stiff blows! He then pulls Armando up and gives him a couple of Headbutts before pulling off a picture perfect Snapmare, followed up with a Dropkick to the back of the head! Morrison is quick to cover, 1
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Nailz: He just barely got the two count there!

Morrison knows that he's going to have to do a lot more to earn the titles for his team, so rather than going for another cover, he pulls Sr. Guapo up by the head and gives him a few more punches before getting a running start towards the ropes! Morrison charges back and gives Sr. Guapo a Short Front Foot Dropkick to the knees, knocking Armando's legs right out from underneath him, and sending him face first into the mat! ”Not the face!” Stan can be heard yelling from the apron as Morrison turns Armando onto his back and mounts him, going for more punches to the face! Morrison then grabs either side of Sr. Guapo's face, lifting his head slightly off the mat before ramming his own head right into it with a vicious Headbutt! As Sr. Guapo is dazed, Morrison lays his back across Sr. Guapo's shoulders and hooks the near leg, 1
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Beckett: Morrison got sloppy there, and it almost cost him!

Both men are up in a flash, and charge at each other, with Sr. Guapo getting the advantage, pulling off a Deep Japanese Arm-Drag! Morrison pops up, and gets another Japanese Arm-Drag for his troubles! This time, Armando applies a Seated Armbar on his opponent, and Morrison slaps his shoulder to try and retain feeling! Sr. Guapo uses his leverage to torque the arm some more, but eventually, Morrison toughs it out, and rolls through the armbar, breaking free and making his way to his corner, tagging in Rico Casteel! As Rico tries to get into the ring, Sr. Guapo is right there, attacking him as he steps through the ropes.

Nailz: This is smart by Sr. Guapo to try and cut Rico off at the pass!

Beckett: I don't think it's going to be too effective, though!

While Sr. Guapo is pummeling Rico with clubbing blows, Rico just reaches right up and shoves him backwards, sending Sr. Guapo rolling back halfway across the ring! He gets right back up and rushes back in, but again, Rico just shoves him right back down! Once Rico's fully in the ring, he lumbers over to Sr. Guapo, who's rubbing his lower back in pain, yanking him up to his feet and powering him in for a Backbreaker! The champ arches his back in pain, as Rico stays right on the attack, pulling him back up for another Backbreaker! He places his boot on Sr. Guapo's chest, and the ref makes the count, 1
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Nailz: He almost had him there!

As both men get up, Sr. Guapo throws a Dropkick that connects right into the chest of Casteel, sending him stumbling backwards into the ropes! As Rico props himself against the ropes, Sr. Guapo runs in with another Dropkick, this one sending Rico falling backfirst down to the arena floor! Sr. Guapo grabs a hold of the top rope, and as Rico gets to his feet, Armando hurls himself to the outside with a Slingshot Plancha! However, Rico catches him in midair, and gives him a hard Fallaway Slam right into the barricade at ringside! The fans let out an audible whince, as Sr. Guapo screams out in pain, holding the small of his back!

Nailz: Rico is really targeting the back of Sr. Guapo here!

Unfortunately for Armando, they're on the Martyrs' side of the ring, and Rico takes advantage of this, lifting Sr. Guapo onto his shoulders, while Morrison gets a running start, jumping off the apron to deliver a brutal Flying Clothesline! By this point, Stan Everdeen is in the ring, and he gets a running start and jumps over the ropes with a Suicide Plancha that takes both Morrison and Casteel down! The crowd starts a “HOLY SMOKES! HOLY SMOKES!” chant, not believing what they just saw the big man do!

Nailz: Holy moly! Who knew “Stunning” Stan had such hops!?

Beckett: All four men are down at ringside! They're lucky this started out as an elimination tag match, because there are no count outs!

Indeed, all four competitors are laid out on the arena floor. Biggs is over to check on the Studmuffins, but he keeps his distance when the ref tells him to step back. As The Martyrs of Madness and the Studmuffins begin to stir, the fans look the ramp, and cheer as Mark Jackson and Jun Yao, the Hometown Heroes make their way down to the ring! Both men have bandaged foreheads, and Mark is holding his ribs, but as Sr. Guapo and Rico slowly slide into the ring, Jun Yao is right there to slap Sr. Guapo on the back and tag himself in!

Nailz: The Hometown Heroes are showing true guts coming down here to compete!

Beckett: Can they even join the match like this!? How is this fair to the Martyrs or the Studs!?

Yao climbs to the top rope and leaps off, catching Rico with a Diving Hurricanrana! The fans cheer as he tags in Mark Jackson! The fans cheer loudly as the bruiser enters the ring, pulling Rico up in position for a Powerbomb! However, before he can deliver the move, Rico pummels him as hard as he can with Rapid-fire fists to the head, before reversing the Powerbomb into a Falling DDT! Rico grabs a hold of Mark's face, ripping off the bandage from his head, and punching him viciously in the forehead, opening the wound and drawing blood! Mike Morrison grabs a hold of Jun Yao's foot, and yanks him off the apron, causing him to crash face first into the edge of the ring! Morrison then hops back onto his team's corner, and Rico tags him in as he lifts Jackson up into a Powerbomb position, and Morrison grabs his head for a Powerbomb/Neckbreaker Combo which they call Total Insanity!

Beckett: TOTAL INSANITY! TOTAL INSANITY! Thanks for coming Hometown Heroes, but you're done!

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Eliminated: Hometown Heroes

Nailz: We're back down to two teams as The Studmuffins and The Martyrs of Madness continue to fight to determine who leaves Indianapolis with the Tag Team Titles in their possession! This is the match everyone wanted to see for the Tag Titles, and by golly, we get to see it!

Beckett: Well we were seeing it until the Hometown Heroes came down to embaress themselves.

At this point, “Stunning” Stan Everdeen steps into the ring, and Mike Morrison runs towards him only to get a Big Boot for his efforts! Stan rips Morrison up to his feet and floats right behind him to deliver a hard German Suplex! He then pulls Morrison right back up, hoisting him over his shoulder to nail Morrison with a Shoulder Breaker! Stan then rolls Morrison onto his belly and applies a Hammerlock on the mat! Morrison grits his teeth in pain as Stan pushes hard into his shoulder. Stan then floats over, while maintaining a grip on Morrison's arm, and delivers a couple of Ultimate Knee Strikes to the exposed shoulder of Mike Morrison! Mr. Madness curses loudly as Stan lets go and gets to his feet, motioning for Morrison to follow suit. Mike nurses his shoulder a bit as he rolls back to try and create some seperation, but as he gets to his feet, Stan shoots right back in, getting down to one knee, and popping back up in a flash to grab Mike in for a Double Leg Takedown! He then gets full mount and begins to wail on Morrison with fists of fury, but Morrison reaches up and gives him a Rake Across the Eyes! This draws loud boos from the crowd, but gives Morrison the chance to squirm free and make a run for his corner, where he tags in Rico Casteel! Stan turns around to face Rico, and turns right into a ring shaking Spear from the former Heavyweight Champion!

Nailz: What a Spear from Rico right there! He practically took Stan right out of his boots with that one!

Beckett: Heck, he knocked his socks off!

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Nailz: Morrison needs to exit the ring right now if he wants the ref to be able to make a count! He was in the match illegally, and though he hit that devestating Madness Effect, the Martyrs can't capitalize on it as long as Morrison stays in there!

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Stan just barely gets his shoulder up off the canvas! Outside the ring, Sr. Guapo holds his back in pain as he limps towards his team's corner. Rico begins to go to town on Stan, mounting him and using his fists to punish the face of Stan Everdeen! After about a dozen punches, Rico pulls Stan up and gives him a few hard chops to the chest before stepping in to deliver a quick STO! He goes for another cover, 1
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Nailz: Sr. Guapo saved the match for his team right there!

Mike Morrison runs into the ring, only to get Back Body Dropped by Sr. Guapo completely over the ropes and to the arena floor! Sr. Guapo then turns his attention back to Rico, who's to his feet, and as he turns, Sr. Guapo gets a hard kick to the midsection, followed by being lifted up into a Fisherman Buster position, as Rico drills him into the mat with the Bedlam Buster! Sr. Guapo rolls out of the ring slowly holding his back in pain as Rico turns his focuse back towards Stan, pulling him up by the hair! Stan shoves Rico back on the way up, and uses the brief opening to lift Rico up in position for a Body Slam, driving him into the mat! Rico gets up and gets another Body Slam! Rico's up once more, and for the third time, he get's the Body Slam, this one excentuated with a hip gyration from one half of the Tag Champs! The fans cheer Stan loudly, and get a loud “STAN! STAN! STAN!” chant going as he motions for Rico to get up, and as “The Loose Cannon” does, Stan pulls him into Powerbomb position, gyrating his hips again before powering Rico up for the Powerbomb of Manliness! He goes for the cover, 1
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Beckett: That was close right there!

At this point, Sr. Guapo slides back into the ring, and a four man brawl errupts! However, the brawling skills of the Martyrs are much more developed than those of the Studs, and Rico & Mike get the advantage! Rico pulls Stan in for yet another Spinebuster, while morrison gives Sr. Guapo a headbutt that sends him stumbling back into the ropes, before sending him back outside the ring with a vicious Clothesline over the top rope! The ref is telling Morrison to get out of there, and Morrison does exit the ring, but only to climb up to the top turnbuckle! Rico hoists Stan up in position for a Powerbomb, and walks over to the corner where Morrison is perched on the top, allowing Morrison to grab a hold of Stan's head before Rico turns to face inside the ring with Morrison jumping off the ropes and over Rico to hit with a Super Total Insanity!

Nailz: Oh my gosh! What a devestating manuever!

Beckett: We should have new tag team champions!

Rico makes the cover, and the ref counts, 1
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Nailz: The Studmuffins just hit with Be Jealous, and they should continue to be Tag Champs after that!

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Winners: The Studmuffins[/center]

Ferrari: Here are your winners, by pinfall, and STILL the APW Tag Team Champions of the World, The Studmuffins!

“Sexy and I Know It” begins to blare as the champs hug in the ring, and Biggs retrieves their titles! The ref raises their arms in victory as Biggs drapes the belts over their shoulders, and the fans cheer at the top of their lungs! Morrison reaches into the ring to help Rico out, and they head back to the back, visibly frusterated.

Beckett: A great effort from the Martyrs here tonight! There were several points in the match where I thought we had new Tag Team Champs, but the Studmuffins stayed in it, and in the end, picked up a huge win on the grandest stage of them all!

At this point, Sr. Guapo gets a mic, and the music fades out.

Sr. Guapo: To celebrate our title victory tonight, we are inviting all the sexy ladies in the front rows to join us in the ring to dance!

“Sexy and I Know It” starts right back up as female fans are helped over the barricade, and being to enter the ring, with The Studs and Biggs holding the ropes open for them! There's about 15 women in the ring along with the champs and their manager, with one of the women being Biggs' wife, Ellie, and the lights begin to flash pink and yellow as they throw an impromtu dance party in the ring!

Nailz: How's this for a RassleMania moment for the Studmuffins! What a match! What a way to gut it out and retain their titles! I'm going to join them in the ring!

Beckett: Get down with your bad self!

Nailz removes his headset and joins the party in the ring as RassleMania cuts to a video!

[President Jeff]

Tony: The following match is a ''NO ESCAPE'' steel cage match! The first competitor to score a pin-fall or submission will be declared the winner!



‘Baby’ by PNAU comes across the PA, the beat picking each and every fan off their feet. The cheering and screaming raises the roof, all sorts of APW signs, and ‘I <3 Sally’ signs filling up every camera shot from every angle. The lights fade in to pink and purple, flashing up all over the place.

Tony: Presenting first, weighing in at sublime one-hundred and forty-five pounds, standing in at five foot eleven inches. She is the former APW world champion... Sally ... TALFOURD!

The name brings her out, and Sally bounds out to the stage, into the only spotlight among all the purples and pinks. The fans kick their cheers up a gear, yelling and screaming at the site of her. She raises both her hands to all the fans, walks to one end of the stage to wave and then to the other. She makes her way down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans that hang over the side.

Chase: Here we go! Always a highlight seeing Sally in the ring.

Harvey: One of the fan favourites whereever she goes, Sally’s got a point to prove tonight against her long-time foe Level-One.

Sally does a whole lap of the ring, high-fiving all those ringside fans. Once she’s back to the stairs, she races up them and up a turnbuckle to look over the ring, then out to the fans. The lights come back to normal as she leaps over the ropes, then takes a few steps to the centre of the ring. She takes it all in, looking out to the fans who are still cheering and screaming. She gives a final wave to them all as her music fades away.

Tony: Introducing next...

Several seconds of silence past before the lights flash down onto the APW stage. Dust emerges from the top of the stage and is emitted from the ramp. The crowd stirs when suddenly, ''Highway man'' by Johnny Cash feat. Waylon Jennings, Willy Nelson, and kris kristopherson hits the PA system.



I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive.

Level-One emerges on the top ramp wearing medieval armour equipped with a bad ass sword. Mounted on a white horse he lifts his arm wielding the sword high above the air; and although the crowd is booing, their tongues are quickly put to rest.

Harvey: This is amazing.

Chase: Say what you want about Level-One but the guy always pulls out the stop at Rasslemania and is sending a message here tonight.

Tony: Introducing next from Toronto Ontario Canada! He is the FORMER FOUR time APW WORLD & UNDISPUTED CHAMPION of the WORLD! Tonight he weighs in at 270 pounds! He is... Level-One!

Level-One the warrior yanks back on the harness as the horse jumps back onto it's hind legs. The horse walks down the ramp carrying him as Sally Talfourd looks on not distracted by the showmanship. Level-One lifts his sword high above his head and the horse does several laps around the ring with Level-One shouting curse words at Sally Talfourd all the while. As the music comes to an end he hops off his horse and begins to remove his body armour in preparation for a war as the cage begins to lower.

Harvey: This is all long time coming, Chase. It's Sally Talfourd vs. Level-One in a no escape steel cage match to settle the score once and for all!

Chase: The atmosphere in the arena right now is just crazy, this is what Rasslemania is all about baby!

''NO ESCAPE'' STEEL CAGE MATCH
Sally Talfourd vs Level-One

As the bell rings fade out, Sally and Level step up to each other. There’s an exchange of words before Level grins and take a step back. Sally follows him, but is met with a had slap that sends her reeling backwards. The crowd is all up in arms, booing and hissing it all. Level-One smiles that classic smile as Sally holds her cheek. She looks up at him, charges, but he steps aside. Sally pulls herself up before she hits the cage. She turns back, Lester comes in with a clothesline. Sally ducks, comes out the other side. Goes for a dropkick, but Lester holds himself up with the ropes. Takedown attempt from Level, Sally rolls through to get free. Sally goes to hook Level’s arm, Level blocks. He drags Sally down, tries to lock her arm up, Sally kips up with her legs, gets Level by the neck. She pulls him down, but Level leverages himself free. Level back in to lock Sally up, Sally rolls through. Sally makes her knees. Level makes his feet. Showdown. The fans erupt again!

Harvey: Neither one is giving an inch here.

Chase: No one with the upper-hand here. And you wouldn’t expect anyone to at this point either.

As Sally makes it up, both of them start to circle the ring, taking each others measure. The circles get tighter before they can lock-up. Bad move by Sally as she gets overpowered by Level, getting her into a hammerlock. He moves Sally towards the cage wall, then presses her into it. Before he can do much damage, Sally is able to hook Level’s leg with her own, then works him down to his knee. Down on the mat, Sally can slip free, crawls away. As Level gets up, Sally comes in with a drop kick. Connects this time, spilling Level to the mat. Level is up, Sally goes in for a forearm strike. Level catches her arm, pulls her in and sends her flying with a belly-to-belly. Sally hits the mat hard, pulls herself up with the ropes. Level is in after her, Sally is out. Gets Lester with a backhand chop. Another sends him back. A third. Then Level is at Sally with the chops. Then they’re at each other. One from each, followed by another.

Harvey: Back and forth action here, neither wants to be the first to give any ground.

Finally Level goes for one last big chop. Sally ducks it, hooks his arm, and brings him down for a backslide. Level breaks free, but Sally catches him with her legs and getting him in with neck scissors. Sally tries to wrench the arm back, but Level holds it strong. After some back and forth, both end up on their feet. Sally gets whipped to the ropes, comes off. Goes for a big boot, Level catches her foot. Spins her round, but Sally comes up with a dragon whip! Level goes stumbling, Sally goes in for a leg lariat, Level comes off the ropes with a spine buster. Sally hits the mat and Level goes in for the first pin.

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Chase: Quick kick-out from Sally. This match is only just getting started.

Level keeps hold of Sally, pulls her to her feet. He roughs her around a little, then whips her from close range into the cage wall. Sally hits it with force. She falls to the mat as Level pulls her up with her hair. He pushes her into the fence and starts to drag her face from side to side. The crowd is up in arms again as Sally screams in pain. When Level has had enough, he throws Sally down to the mat and flips off the rabid Rasslemania crowd!

Harvey: This wouldn't be a Level-One match if he wasn't playing up to the crowd in some sort of manner.

Chase: Hey, I'm a fan of it but he needs to stay focused and keep the pressure on Sally Talfourd. She's too quick and good looking to take your eye off of!

Sally rolls onto her knees as Level-One goes for a running head kick but a quicker Sally is able to avoid the blow and counter with a leg sweep taking Level-One's legs out from underneath him! Sally up to a vertical base hits a standing moonsalt on the sternum of Level-One and receives a pop from the crowd! Sally rolls backwards into a hand stand and gracefully makes her way to her feet and plays up to the crowd cheering for her in support.

Harvey: These two are still feeling each-other out and neither of them has really gotten the upper hand on the other.

Chase: Well, this isn't their first rodeo. You can expect them to really turn up the pace soon!

A frustrated Level-One gets up to his knees as Sally Talfourd shoots a missile drop kick in his direction to which he is countered as he pushes her legs aside mid-air sending her spinning out and crashing down onto her back! Level-One grabs a handful of Sally's hair and pulls her up to her feet and picks her up across his chest. He looks for a side walk slam... nope! Sally is able to spin on in rotation, land on her feet and hit an arm drag on Level-One!

Harvey: Okay, now how many counters are we officially at now?

Chase: I've lost count a long time ago, Harvey.

Level-One is on all fours bearing his teeth like a rabid animal as he charges at Sally Talfourd like a football player scooping her legs from underneath her and tossing her over his shoulder! She hits the mat upon impact with a shoulder roll and comes flying at Level-One with a cross body but he catches her in his arms. A much stronger Level-One lifts Sally Talfourd over his head effortlessly and tosses her directly up into the cage but Sally is able to cling to the wall like a spider with eight limbs and begins to climb up the cage. Level-One runs into it with a big boot and then a series of fists to the cage wall trying to shake her off.

Harvey: I don't know what Sally is doing here. The cage has been specifically modified to keep the competitors inside the cage!

Chase: I think Sally Talfourd is just trying to stave off an angry Level-One as long as she can, Harvey!

Unable to shake Sally off Level-One begins to follow her up the cage wall. His longer reach allows him to stretch out and grab Sally's foot! Sally looks down and see's her rival trying to pull her down and immediately begins to fire several unblocked stomps to the face shaking Level-One off as he falls off the cage and wall and stumbles around the ring disoriented. Sally, a quarter the way up the wall jumps off the wall into the air and hits a spinning DDT planting Level-One's skull into the canvas! Sally with the cover!
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''APW, APW, APW!''

Harvey: After a back and forth match counter to counter it finally looks like Sally Talfourd was able to hit the first significant move of the night!

Chase: Absolutely amazing show of innovation by Sally Talfourd on that move; our four time APW champ might be in some trouble.

Sally waits for Level-One to make his way to a vertical base and immediately begins to fire off a rapid series of back hand chops lighting the chest of Level-One up sending him back into the turn-buckle. Sally climbs up and begins to nail Level-One with several punches before going for a hurricarana but the veteran Level-One is able to stand his ground and instead lift Sally Talfourd in the air for a powerbomb... but Sally is able to roll down his back! Sally tries to counter with a pin but Level-One budge as he holds position above her. He reaches down grabbing Sally's throat with both hands and immediately begins to choke the life out of her as the referee starts a count... at four he violently pulls her to her feet by her neck, lifts her up and slams her down onto the canvas—her neck whip-lashing violently against the canvas upon impact.

Harvey: Sally's glory was short lived here as Level-One uses the shift in momentum to turn the tables.

Chase: That's going to take a bit out of Sally's sails as we approach what I perceive to potentially be the half way point of this match!

Level-One circles Sally's downed body methodically as he begins to stomp away at her limbs. Left leg, right leg, right arm, left arm-- a few times for a good measure trying to soften Sally up. He grabs Sally by her hair pulling her up to her feet as he Irish Whips her full force into the ring ropes! Sally flies over the top rope belly first and crashes face first into the steel wall shaking the entire steel cage upon impact! The sound of her skull crashing against the wall can be heard echoing through the arena... seconds after Level-One hits a big boot the back of Sally Talfourds head sending her face into the steel cage once again—this blow opening up a vicious gash on her face as she collapses against the cage! The crowd boos!

Harvey: Sally Talfourd's face is leaking blood! As it drips into her eyes focusing on Level-One is going to become problematic!

Chase: At this point Harvey, he's taken control of this match! Sally Talfourd needs to do something drastic here!

With blood pouring down her face; Level-One taunts Sally by slapping her across the face several times yelling for her get back up to her feet. Sally with the aid of the rope does so but is met with several shots to the skull for her effort! Grabbing the back of her head he violently slams it into the steel cage several times before backing away from Sally who's slumped up in between the steel cage and the ring ropes as Level-One takes several steps backwards as he smiles licking Sally Talfourds blood off his fingers to the horror of the crowd!

Harvey: I don't like the looks of this.

Chase: He's going to try to spear themselves through the steel cage!

Level-One charges forward like a javelin but Sally Talfourd manages to muster the strength to hop over the top rope sending the crown of her rivals skull into the steel cage! The blow shakes him as he stumbles around in slow motion allowing Sally Talfourd to catch him with a springboard bulldog after flying off the top ring rope!

Harvey: Sally Talfourd has found a slight window of opportunity to battle back here. There isn't many that is going to come for either of these two in this match so it's imperative they capitalize on every little mistake!

Chase: Sally is going to need to start firing off her move set in volume because for every three moves she has—Level-One only needs one to do the same amount of
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Sally Talfourd wipes the blood from her eyes and looks to mount more offence when Level-One's back up on his feet. Sally Talfourd fires off a series of kicks to Level-One's thighs chopping him down to one leg before bouncing off the ropes and nailing him across the jaw with a shining wizard! The crowd cheers as Sally Talfourd grabs Level-One's arm and plants a foot to the back of his head foot stomping his face into the canvas!

Harvey: It looks like Sally's heading to the top rope for something big, Chase!

Sally Talfourd... happy ending!? No! Level-One rolls out the way, but Sally is able to adjust and land on her feet. The cold blooded Canadian is up to his feet but eats a drop kick that sends him flying backwards into the ropes, his head bouncing off the cage in the process. He rages forward with a clothesline to which Sally bridges to avoid. Level-One turns around and Sally Talfourd acrobatically stands on her hands wraps her legs around the head of Level-One and hits a spinning headscissors!

Harvey: I think it's fair to say Level-One has no idea where he's at right now because Sally Talfourd is lighting him up at every angle here!

Chase starts screaming at the announce table trying to make Level-One hear him.

Chase: You're at Rasslemania, Level-One! Come on, you can do it!

A dazed and confused Level-One is seeing stars as he drunkenly steps back to his feet and see's three Sally Talfourd's coming at him with a spinning wheel kick! Still, he's able to duck under... and Sally keeps spinning and nails him in the head with a flying kick sending him stumbling backwards! Sally kicks Level-One in the groin and sets him up for a running bulldog but the veteran wraps his arms around Sally and picks her up off her feet! He stumbles towards the cage wall ready to toss Sally Talfourd into it but he gets too close to the wall allowing Sally to get her feet onto it! Sally Talfourd flips out of Level-One's back body drop, countering with a flipping drop kick! This sends Level-One's face DIRECTLY into the cage and now he's cut open too!

CLASH!

''SAL-TAL, SAL-TAL, SAL-TAL!''

Harvey: Sally Talfourd has opened up a gash on Level-One's face as well! They may not even look the same after their through with each-other!

Chase: Hey, if there's one face we can sacrifice it's Level-One's I mean, he's a sexy beast but in a business like this you can look like Harvey and still date a cute playboy bunny!

Harvey: Focus on the match!

As the blood pours from Level-One's skull he can't help but smile. Sally thinks she's in full control but the move has only given Level-One a boost in adrenaline! As he gets to his knees Sally immediately begins to light him up with shots to the chest but he merely stands to a vertical base unaffected. Sally then resorts to a closed fist punch but he grabs her fist in the palm of his hand. Sally's eyes expand wide as she's pulled in and literally taken off her feet with a vicious clothesline!

Harvey: Sally opened Level-One up but that only seemed to make him even stronger. Is that normal?

Chase: Some guys are most dangerous when they see their own blood, Harvey. Level-One is one of those guys and Sally Talfourd is in trouble.

Level-One stands over Sally Talfourd who looks up at him. He grabs her by the feet as she tries to kick him off of her but to no avail. In a splitting a near splitting image from a mere two weeks before he spins Sally Talfourd around and this time tosses the side of her skull into the steel cage wall! As more blood pours from Sally's face he drags her by her legs as her blood is trapped across the canvas... the crowd is booing and throwing objects at the cage.

Harvey: This is unacceptable! He's showing off with Sally Talfourds barely moving body! This is disgusting!

Chase: He's looking to finish Sally Talfourd off!

Level-One eventually stops show boating and drags Sally Talfourd to the centre of the ring. He grabs her legs and turns her over onto her belly locking in his special submission hold... THE HOUSE OF PAIN! He yanks on the back of Sally Talfourds legs with full force as Sally Talfourd cries out in pain!

Harvey: Oh my god! He's got it locked in! The House of Pain! Something has got to give here, Chase!

Chase: Sally Talfourd has no where to go she's in the centre of the ring and Level-One does not have to break the hold even if she does reach the ropes!

''Tap you fucking bitch!'' he howls as he yanks the hold with all his might. Sally Talfourds back is horribly bent as she tries to not quit with blood pouring out of her face. The referee looks down at Sally who has a outstretched arm ready to tap...
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Sally grabs the referee jersey for leverage and is able to slip her trapped shoulder against the canvas out! Sally Talfourd puts both hands down to the canvas and slips her head out as she rolls out and escapes the hold. An enraged Level-One steps to his feet and tells the referee that she grabbed his shirt and it's not fair!

Harvey: Sally Talfourd was so close to tapping out to the House of Pain but she managed to used a window of opportunity to escape, pun fully intended.

Chase: Harvey, you know me—I am the most unbiased person on earth but Sally Talfourd cheated to escape that hold! The crowd should be booing her not Level-One right about now!

Sally Talfourd stands up with her back feeling like a twisted pretzel as Level-One takes the opportune time to slip behind her her... LEVEL-ONE BACK BREAKER! Sally recoils from the impact and kicks her feet against the canvas in pain. He casually walks around the body of Sally Talfourd like a predator ready to devour his pray and once she's up to his feet he lifts her up onto his shoulders...

Harvey: Oh my god! He's going for it! It's the darkness shine!

Chase: Sally is in BIG trouble!

Level-One smiles and is ready to put Sally Talfourd away for good but Sally is able to wrap her legs around the face of Level-One and grab his free arm... Sally Talfourd has LOCKED in the Chip on the shoulders! A tight standing headscissors armbar that has Level-One cursing out in pain as Sally Talfourd cranks the hold!

Harvey: What a turn of events! Sally Talfourd has caught Level-One in the COTS and now Level-One is on the verge of being submitted!

Chase: These two have figured out virtually every counter in the book for each-others moveset; Level-One obviously didn't see this coming and now he's screwed!

Level-One roars in pain as he stumbles around the ring trying to shake Sally Talfourd off of him but she's got it locked in as tight as a noose around his neck! His bloodied face goes from ready, to blue as the panic begins to set as as she begins to slowly choke the life out of him! The crowd goes berserk as Level-One finally collapses to a single knee!

Harvey: Level-One is fading and you can see the pleasure drawn on Sally Talfourds face! I think she's got it!

Chase: I don't think Level-One is going to tap at Rasslemania, Sally Talfourd might just put him out or choke him out conscious here!

The referee checks on Level-One and asks him if he wants to tap, he receives no answer. Sally Talfourd continues the pressure and Level-One's legs buckle from under neath him! Sally now has Level-One on his back yanking his outstretched arm!

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''BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO''

With one last push he uses all his might to get his feet underneath him and shift his weight trapping Sally Talfourds shoulders against the canvas!

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''RASSLEMANIA, RASSLEMANIA, RASSLEMANIA!''

Harvey: Wow that last transition was quite possibly the most intense we have seen all night, I thought it was over for Level-One!

Chase: I thought it was over for Sally Talfourd! It must kill her to give up such a tight submission like that to avoid being pinned!

Sally Talfourd can't believe it as she wipes the blood off her face and into her hair. Level-One is gasping for air and is slowly regaining colouration in his face as Sally Talfourd sizes him up. He's up to his feet and Sally goes in for a the kill as she ties up an arm for the Make Over... but he counters with an elbow to her jaw! Sally Talfourd is scooped up onto Level-One's shoulder as he looks for the darkness shine... no! Sally Talfourd is able to spin out on her feet she hooks up an arm and throws her feet over the shoulders of Level-One... chip on the shoulder, again!

Harvey: What a transition! This is freaking nuts!

Chase: Sally Talfourd doesn't have it fully locked in!

Sally Talfourd is unable to grab his free arm and allows Level-One to push her up and over his head! He drops her back down onto his shoulders... DARKNESS SHINE? SALLY COUNTERS INTO A BACK SLIDE PIN with a CRUCIFIX hold tying up his arms!

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SALLY KICKS OUT!

''HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!''

Harvey: I can't believe what I'm seeing right now. Simply amazing. How did Sally Talfourd manage to kick out of that vicious Darkness Shine?

Chase: Level-One is looking at that referee with complete and utter disbelief.

Level-One has a blank look on his face as he smears his blood into the face of the referee, unhappy with the job he's doing. He stumbles to his feet exhausted and see's Sally Talfourd who's still showing signs of life. He looks up and points at the RASSLEMANIA VIII banner above as he grabs Sally Talfourd this time hooking her up for the Level-Advance... NO! Sally Talfourd counters and has Level-One on her back like a back pack but she doesn't have the strength to finish and in turn he's able to shift his way back down to the canvas and flip Sally Talfourd back over.

Level Advance???


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ALMOST THREE!

Harvey: Sally Talfourd nearly sneaks out the victory with a black side pin but Level-One was able to escape it at the very last second!

Chase: This has to be one of the most technical matches in APW history, Harvey.

Sally Talfourd is up and so is Level-One. She fires off another spinning heel kick to which Level-One avoids... she again comes back with a second kick but that too is dodged. Level-One turns his back to Sally and kips up with a pele kick but Sally Talfourd catches his foot! Sally Talfourd torques an Ankle lock! She twists Level-One's ankle trying to get a submission but Level-One is able to roll out snatching Sally Talfourds leg... and now has transitioned into an ankle lock of his own!

Harvey: These two know each-other so well that this is just nothing more then a glorified chest match!

The referee checks on Sally Talfourd as Level-One tries to snap her ankle but Sally Talfourd rolls onto her back as Level-One slips the leg through! He's looking for the house of pain once again but Sally ties up his legs and drags him to the canvas with a side body pin.

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The pin is broken up as they have rolled across the ring and found themselves stuck up against the cage! The crowd gives a huge pop as they both break and reset!

Harvey: I don't think I've ever seen that one before.

Chase: You put these two in the ring at anytime nevermind at Rasslemania and some crazy shit you've never seen before is bound to happen!

Level-One charges forward with a clothesline, Sally ducks underneath... AND NAILS THE MAKE-OVER OUT OF NOWHERE! Sally Talfourd desperately hooks the leg!

Harvey: And there it is it's over just like that!

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Level-One kicks out!

''WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO''

Harvey: Who the hell saw that one coming?

Chase: Sally Talfourd changed up her pace and she nearly caught Level-One off guard. He'll sure be expecting something like that now!

Sally Talfourd can't believe it as she wipes the blood that has now formed a crimson mask on her face and throws her head backwards against the canvas in disbelief. The two lie against the canvas uttering to themselves under their breath trying to give themselves a pep talk to pull them through the final moments of this match.

''SALLY TALFOURD!''

''LEVEL-ONE SUCKS!''

''SALLY TALFOURD!''

''LEVEL-ONE SUCKS!''

The two begin to pull themselves to their feet as they're both inspired by the crowds chant. Sally Talfourd exhausted manages to shoot a nod of respect to Level-One who merely grins through a crimson mask of his own back at her.

Harvey: This building is going nuts right now!

Chase: I can't imagine these two have much left in the tank after all this!

Sally challenges Level One to come at her. Level One goes for a punch and Sally ducks it and runs off the ropes and comes at Level One with a diving Cross body. Level One catches her, throws her up on his shoulder for the Darkness Shrine, but Sally fights out of it and lands behind Lester. Sally grabs Lester and goes for the Makeover, but Level One is able to block it. With Sally still behind, Level One nails her with the Pele Kick. Sally goes down and Level One pulls Sally up goes to the corner. Level One climbs the turnbuckle and pulls Sally up with him. Level One puts Sally’s head under his leg and goes for the Slingshot to Hell. Sally gets her head free and low blows Level One. The stadium erupt in cheers. Sally takes a few steps down, grabs Level One and flips him over off the tope rope and sends him to the mat. Sally looks at the top of the cage and begins climbing. Level One lays motionless on the mat as Sally continues to climb.

Harvey: Sally may be going for the Happy Ending Moonsault

Chase: Sally is about to kill her self, that’s what’s going to happen!

Before Sally can get to the top, Level One is back up. He see’s Sally and begins climbing the cage behind her. Sally gets to the top and see’s Level One coming. As Level One gets close to Sally, she begins kicking him in the face, but Level One fights the pain and gets to the top of the cage with Sally. Sally and Level One exchange blows and Sally low blows Level One with a kick. The fans cheer and Sally is about to grab Level One, but Level One grabs her in a firemans carry.

Harvey: Oh No, Not a Darkness Shrine off the top of the Cage!

Chase: DO IT LESTER!!!

Sally scared for her life, begins elbowing Level One as hard as she can on the side of the head. With Level One Dazed, Sally pulls herself off Level One’s shoulders, and PULLS LEVEL ONE OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE WITH THE MAKE OVER!!!

Harvey: OH MY GOD!!! THEY JUST FEEL FROM 20 FEET!!

Chase: THEY BOTH HAVE TO BE DEAD!

HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT

Sally and Level One lay next to each other, both not moving.

Harvey: I can’t believe what I just saw!

Just then, Sally slowly begins to move, turning over and draping one arm over Level One’s chest.
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Winner: Sally Talfourd

Sally’s music begins to play as she just lays there, laying on Level One. The ref checks on both wrestlers and raises Sally’s arm. The Steel Cage begins to rise and EMT’s are quick to get into the ring and check on both wrestlers after suffering that fall.

Harvey: What a match that was. Level One got the best of Sally last year at Rasslemania, but Sally got even this year.

Chase: I hope Level One is ok.

Sally finally comes to and gets to her feet on her own power. She celebrates and then rolls out of the ring. She heads up the ramp, slapping the hands of her fans. EMT’s help Level One to his feet, and Level One is quick to shove them all away.

Harvey: I don’t think Level One wants any help.

Chase: That’s because Level One is tough as nails.

Level One watches Sally head up the ramp before exiting the ring himself and we cut to a video package for Overdrive returning on April 5th

[President Jeff]

At the top of the Entrance ramp, a red carpet is set up as well as a podium.

Tony: Please welcome at this time, Former APW World Heavyweight Champion and APW Hall of Famer, TWISTER!!!!

The lights in the arena fade out and a soft glow glimmers out from the entrance way. A long almost organ like melody strikes out from the speakers which draws a stir from the crowd. Suddenly the music fades and a loud bright burst of pyro ignites across the stage as BOOM by POD blasts onto the speakers. A red light envelops the stage and as the smoke clears away Twister is seen standing at the entrance way to the delight of the crowd on hand. Twister pauses at the top of the stage momentarily as the light brightens slightly around him and gold pyro surround him on the stage. The fans are going wild as Twister walks up to the podium and his music fades out.

Twister: Man it feels good to be at Rasslemania again.

The fans cheer wildly.

Twister: I had some pretty good memories at Rasslemania. Including winning the CWF World Heavyweight Title at Rasslemania 2. And also, at Rasslemania V, I got the beat up President Jeff. But tonight, its an honor to be here, because tonight, we induct 4 special men into the APW Hall of Fame, class of 2012. And this first man to be inducted, he’s a friend of mine. We’ve traveled the roads together, we’ve wrestled each other, and we’ve raised a lot of hell together. The first inductee into the APW Hall of Fame, Class of 2012, Jason…The Iceman….ROYCE!!!!

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Jason walks out onto the stage and gets a standing ovation from the crowd. He gets to the podium and begins to speak

Jason: First things first, I am so glad to back on the grandest stage of them all Rasslemania, I came along way in my career since my first days in the business and really I have so many people to thank. First off I wanna thank President Jeff, for not only signing me to a contract some many years ago, but taking a chance on a green rookie back then and making me the Megastar that I am today.

I have been in the ring with so many great stars in my years and one such person I have to thank is a man that gave me some of my best matches, that man is Trevor Blackwell. He took me to the limit and back time and time again. Yhe one thing I remember is when I power bombed Trevor through the staging to win the Xtreme championship in a match in CWF, I can‘t remember the event though. My brain is not the same as it was these days with all the shots to the head I took all these years.

I have had the best career anyone can have, I have held countless titles, and really even though I never won the world title I had the best career and worked for the best boss ever. And before I get to long winded to all that I have worked with, and have been in the ring with and to President Jeff one more time I wanna say thank you to all you in the back and yes to all these awesome fans for giving me the chance to come out here and be somebody, and to live my dream over the years once again thank you and APW you are the shit so keep it up I love this company

THANK YOU!!!!!.

Jason’s music begins to play and Jason steps away and Twister walks back up to the podium

Twister: The next Inductee, I haven’t had the pleasure of working with them. They we’re on their way into APW as I was on my way out, but from what I’ve seen, this tag team made an Impact in APW. Slade Craven and Shadow, they are the Ass Kickers Anonymous!


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Slade and Shadow’s music begins to play and the tag team walks out and walks up to the podium.

Slade: You know I cannot think of the right way we can thank each of you for everything.

Shadow: Because we both truly miss all of you.
Slade: After all the wars, all the fighting all the nights where you were chanting our name.

Crowd: A-K-A! A-K-A!

Slade: That’s right. You know? Slade says this, he doesn't regret it. Not one single minute. He came out here laid it all on the line and then had to, absolutely had to leave for his own well being. Shadow too.

Shadow: The hardest thing in life is hanging up your spurs.

Slade: But we couldn't have done it. We never would have been here had it not been for you.

Shadow: All of you. We pushed ourselves to the limits, the end of our limits sometimes. And for that we thank you. Because without you and those guys in the back, we could not have become the Ass Kickers we are today. And want you all to always remember.

Slade: That we will be watching. Always watching.

With that, Slade and Shadow step away from the podium waving to the fans as their music play. Twister walks back up to the podium

Twister: And Finally last but not least, this match is an APW Original, the first ever APW World Heavyweight Champion. A Former APW Xtreme Champion. This man has gone toe to toe with greats like Level One and Pence Weatherlight. Ladies and Gentilmen, I welcome, into the Hall of Fame, Class of 2012.…JOHN….GREEN!!!


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John’s music hits and John comes out to a standing Ovcation from the crowd. Jason waves to his fans as he walks up to the podium.

John: Wow, just wow. I’ll be honest with you all, when I got the call a few weeks ago, letting me know that I was being inducted into the Hall of Fame, I thought it was a joke. But when I realized it wasn’t, It gave me a good feeling, because even though I never thought I’d get put into such an elite category in the APW, it shows that my work here was appreciated.

I was an APW Original, I wrestled on the very first APW show and became the first APW World Champion. APW brought out the best in me. APW made me want to be a better wrestler. Because APW is where the best wrestlers come and I wanted to be one of the best. I’ve battled some of the best, Like Level One, Pence Weatherlight, Jesse Nunez, even my fellow inductee’s here, and I loved every second of it. Remember Rasslemania V Shadow?

And before I go, I would like to thank a few people. First, President Jeff for starting up APW and running such a successful company and I also want to thank him for giving me a chance with the World Championship. I also want to thank Level One, Bro, when we went into the ring, you always forced me to up my game and you brought out the best in me. And Finally, I want to thank the fans. Without all your support, I wouldn’t be where I am today. THANK YOU!!

John’s music plays and he steps away. The fans are cheering as the Hall of Fame Class all Line up and they bow for the fans as we cut to a hype video for the Nathaniel Havok Vs President Jeff match.

[President Jeff]

We cut backstage where “President” Hurricane Jeff is in his ring gear, standing next to Cindy Shannon.

Cindy: My guest at this time is non other than the President of Action Packed Wrestling. Hurricane Jeff. Now Jeff, in just a few moments, you will be going out to that ring to face off against Nathaniel Havok, any final words about Havok?

Jeff: Tonight, it’s the final showdown between Nathaniel Havok and I. For the past year Havok, you’ve been a thorn in my side. I’ve done everything I could, to get you to just move on from me, but there’s only one true way to do that, which leads up to Rasslemania.

We are live from your hometown Havok of Indianapolis Indiana. Don’t think it’s a coincidence that our match is happening in your home town. See Havok, there we’re many cities who wanted to host Rasslemania, and even though this Stadium is beautiful and holds thousands of people. Its because its your hometown that I decided, Rasslemania would take place in Indiana this year. I know Havok, that you have all your friends and family sitting in the front row, and there’s nothing better, than embarrassing a man in front of not only his own town, but in front of his friends and family.

Rasslemania is MY event. I’m the only man to wrestle at every Rasslemania. That’s why people call me Mr. Rasslemania. And tonight Havok, we put an end to this once and for all. Tonight, will be different than Christmas Chaos. Tonight, it will be one on one. Man to man. There will be no funny stuff. There will be no outside interference. Two men will walk into that ring, one man will walk out. We’re gonna find out just who the better man is Havok. And when its all said and done Havok, and all the smoke is cleared. You will be lying on you will by lying on your back, as you look up at the heavens, and it will be at that very moment Havok, that you will realize…

THRU HOWLING WINDS….AND POURING RAIN….HAVOK… YOU WILL FEAR……….THE HURRICANE!!!!

Jeff walks off and heads to the ring

Cindy: There to have it. Back to ringside.

Harvey: Man, President Jeff is really fired up here tonight.

Chase: This match is more than just two guys not getting along. Its become personal now.

Ding Ding Ding

Tony: The following contest is a grudge match and is scheduled for one fall. If Nathaniel Havok loses, then he must retire from Profession wrestling. If he wins, he will become the number 1 contender for the Undisputed Championship at Mayhem.

“Raining Blood” By Slayer hit’s the PA and the crowd cheer’s with some hints of boo’s as Hurricane Jeff walks out from behind the curtain. Jeff stands there and looks around at the fans and soaks everything in before beginning to make his way down the aisle.

Tony: Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario Canada. He is the President of Action Packed Wrestling. This is HURRICANE…..JEFF!!!!

Harvey: Listen to the crowd Johnny. A lot of fans are cheering for the boss, but theres some die hard Havok fans here tonight booing him

Chase: What do you expect, we’re in Havok’s home town!

The fans reach over the ring barrier for hand slaps from the boss. Jeff slaps the fans of a few fans and gets to ringside. Jeff walks up the ring steps and walks half way down the apron and then looks out into the crowd before entering the ring through the top and middle rope. Jeff goes to a corner, climbs up and poses for the fans. Camera flashes light up the stadium and Jeff hops down from the turn buckle.

Harvey : The only man to wrestle at every Rasslemania, President Jeff.

Chase: After tonight, Havok will be known as Mr. Rasslemania.

'Cult of Personality' hits on the PA system as bright white and red strobe lights flicker around the arena. Nathaniel steps out from the back, and casually walks to the top of the ramp. Some fans begin to boo him, but his "cult-like" following overshadows them with their deafening cheers. He gives a sadistic grin to the crowd before throwing his hands in the air as Pyro goes off around him.

Tony: And his opponent, from right here in Indianapolis, Indiana. He is The Enforcer of Sorrow…..NATHANIEL HAVOK!!!

Harvey: Look at Havok’s face, look into his eyes. Havok winning tonight, will give him a shot at the winner of tonight’s Undisputed title main event!

Chase: Darren, I’m calling it now, your looking at the next Undisputed Champion. Mark My Words!

Nathaniel then begins to casually walk down the ramp, hopping onto the ring apron, and climbing the rope. He taunts the crowd before jumping over the ropes, and into the ring. Nathaniel runs the ropes a few times, getting a feel for them before the match. He then takes his shirt off, tosses it into the crowd, and stands in his corner as the music dies out.

Harvey: You can feel the hatred between these two

Chase: You can feel the tension.

Havok and Jeff walk to the center of the ring. They are face to face, nose to nose. The two are exchanging words. The ref calls for the bell and here we go

GRUDGE MATCH

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Punches begin to fly as Jeff and Havok begin exchanging punches. About 20 punches thrown each by Jeff and Havok. Finally, Havok gets the upper hand, punching Jeff to the ropes. Havok goes for an Irish Whip, but Jeff reverses it. Havok hit’s the ropes and as he comes back, Jeff takes him down with a Lou Thez Press and starts hitting Havok with more punches. Jeff gets off of Havok and Havok rolls out of the ring.

Harvey: And Havok is now getting out of the ring, scared maybe? I don’t think Havok expected Jeff to come out in this match with so much fire!

Chase: Havok isn’t scared, he’s just regrouping.

Jeff gets out of the ring and Havok see’s him. Havok starts running around the ring and Jeff chases after him. Havok slides into the ring and Jeff goes in behind him rolling in. Havok goes to drop an elbow on Jeff but Jeff rolls out of the ring and Havok elbow drops the mat. Jeff gets back into the ring and Havok holds his right elbow and Jeff grabs Havok’s right arm and twistes it and then takes Havok to the corner and throws him to the opposite corner. Jeff runs and catches Havok with a clothesline and then snap mares him out of the corner. Jeff then runs off the ropes and comes back, kicking Havok in the face. Jeff looks out into the crowd and the Havok fans boo him and Jeff’s fans cheer him.

Harvey: The Havok fans are really giving it to Jeff here.

Chase: If Jeff wins tonight, he may not make it out of Indianapolis alive.

Jeff lifts Havok to his feet and Havok thumbs Jeff in the eye. Havok chops Jeff and takes him to the ropes and begins choking him over the top rope. The ref counts to 4 and Havok breaks the choke. Jeff goes to the corner and Havok goes over and chops Jeff. Havok puts his hand on Jeff’s throat and begins choking him. The ref again counts to 4 and Havok releases the choke before getting disqualified. Havok throws Jeff to the opposite corner and Havok runs and hits Jeff with a clothesline of his own. Havok snap mares Jeff out of the corner, runs off the ropes and kicks Jeff in the face. Havok looks out into the crowd and the Jeff fans boo him and the Havok fans cheer him.

Harvey: I think Jeff got more cheers for just doing what Havok did.

Chase: I don’t know about that Darren. Turn your hearing aid up and listen to the crowd.

Havok lifts Jeff up to his feet and punches him to the ropes. Havok takes a few steps back and charges at Jeff with a clothesline, but Jeff counters with a back body drop, sending Havok over to the floor. Jeff goes to the top rope and Havok slowly gets up and looks around for Jeff. Havok looks up and Jeff dives off the top rope and lands on Havok with a cross body block. The fans cheer as Jeff lifts Havok up and throws him into the ring barrier. Jeff grabs him, takes him around the ring and them slams him face into the commentators table.

Harvey: Stay away from us!

Chase: You’ll protect me right Darren?

Jeff then grabs Havok, and keeps dragging him around the ring. He takes Havok and scoop slams him on the outside. Jeff then begins yelling at Havok’s family and friends in the front row

Jeff: LOOK AT HIM!! HE’S GARBAGE!!

Jeff lifts Havok up and Havok fights back, grabbing Jeff by his arm and throws him right into the ring steps and Jeff hits it with his shoulder. The ref is at a count of 7 and Havok gets into the ring and rolls back out to break the count. Jeff is how sitting on the mat up against the ring steps. Havok goes over, grabs Jeff’s head and slams the back of his head into the ring steps. Havok pulls Jeff up and rolls him into the ring. Havok slides in and Jeff is about to get up and Havok runs and kicks Jeff in the ribs. Jeff flips over to his back holding his ribs. Havok gets on top of Jeff for a cover and Havok drives his forearm into the jaw of Jeff
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Harvey: The first cover of the match!

Havok pulls Jeff up to his feet and takes him to the ropes and leans him over the middle ropes and chokes him with it. The ref counts to 4 and Havok gets up. Havok runs off the ropes and jumps on Jeff’s upper back, forcing Jeff’s throat into the ropes. Havok pulls Jeff off the ropes and throws him into them. Jeff comes back and Havok takes him down with a spinning heel kick. Havok covers and hooks the legs.
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Chase: Havok is feeding off the energy of the hometown crowd here.

Harvey: And Jeff is feeding off the energy of all his fans here tonight.

Havok picks Jeff up, grabs him by his head and sends Jeff’s face into the top turnbuckle. He turns Jeff around in the corner and starts kicking him in the midsection and then throws Jeff to the opposite corner. Havok runs and Jeff gets both feet up into Havok’s face. Havok stumbles back and Jeff hops up to the middle turn buckle. Havok runs at Jeff who kicks Havok in the face and he stumbles back. Jeff steps up to the top rope. Havok runs up to the top rope, grabs Jeff and belly to belly suplexes Jeff off the top rope. Jeff hit’s the mat and lands almost on the opposite side of the ring.

Harvey: Wow, Havok almost threw him into the front row there.

Chase: You can see the ring rust from President Jeff. He’s no match for Havok!

Havok gets up and goes to Jeff who’s slowly pulling himself up in the corner. As Havok gets close to Jeff, Jeff kicks Havok, but Havok doesn’t slow down as he pummels Jeff in the corner. Havok pulls Jeff out of the corner, takes him to the ropes and Irish whips him. Jeff hit’s the ropes and Havok puts his head down and Jeff grabs Havok’s head in a front face lock, jumps, spins 360 degree’s and drops Havok with a DDT.

Harvey: HURRICANE DDT!!!!

Chase: One small mistake by Havok, no big deal!

Jeff gets to his feet and Havok is up on his knee’s. Jeff runs and nails Havok in the head with a shinning Wizard and Jeff covers.
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Both men get to their feet and Havok goes for a punch but Jeff blocks it and comes back with punches of his own, punching Havok to the ropes. He Irish whips him. Havok hit’s the ropes, comes back and Jeff takes him down with a jumping clothesline. Havok gets up and falls to the corner. Jeff goes over, climbs up and starts punching Havok in the head with the crowd cheering and counting each punch.

1.…2.….3.….4.…5.….6...7...8.…9.……….10!

Jeff jumps out of the corner and Havok stumbles forward towards Jeff and then falls flat on his face. Jeff picks him up, pulls Havok to the middle of the ring and kicks him in the gut. With Havok bent over, Jeff comes off the ropes and takes Havok down with a swinging neck breaker.

Harvey: VINTAGE JEFF!!

Chase: Don’t you start with that now!

Jeff hooks the leg and covers Havok
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Jeff gets up and yells at Havok to get to his feet, Havok does and Jeff goes for the Eye of the Hurricane (Diamond Cutter) but Havok shoves Jeff off into the ropes. Jeff comes back and Havok grabs him and goes for the Side Effect, but Jeff elbows Havok in the side of the head, breaking free. Jeff goes to throw Havok to the corner and Havok reverses it. Jeff hit’s the corner and Havok runs and Jeff gets an elbow up in Havok’s face. Jeff puts Havok in the corner and lifts him up to the top turn buckle. Jeff climbs up and both men are now standing on the top rope. Jeff hooks Havok up for a Rock Bottom.

Harvey: Looks like Jeff is going for the Spanish Fly and if he hits it, its over!

Chase: Look, Havok is fighting back

Havok elbows Jeff in the side of the head, and then grabs him and gives Jeff the SIDE EFFECT OFF THE TOP ROPE!! Both guys crash to the mat. The fans chant “Holy Shit” and Havok covers Jeff
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Harvey: I thought we had a new #1 contender for the Undisputed Title right there.

Chase: Its just a matter of time now before Havok finishes Jeff off.

Havok gets up and waits for Jeff to get to his feet. He does and lifts Jeff up in a fireman’s Carry. Jeff fights out of it and lands behind Havok. Jeff wraps his arms around Havok’s waist and German Suplexes him. Jeff Bridges for the cover
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Jeff is up and waits for Havok as he’s slowly getting to his feet. Jeff goes for the Horrific (Super Kick) but Havok ducks it. Havok turns, runs at Jeff and goes for a spear, but Jeff moves out of the way and Havok goes through the top rope middle turnbuckle and goes shoulder first into the ring post. Havok pulls himself out of the corner and Stumbles towards Jeff who lifts Havok up for the Harradine (Kryptonite Krunch) and drops Havok with it. Jeff then quickly locks in the Anaconda vice!

Harvey: This has to be it. Havok is in the Anaconda Vice in the middle of the ring with no where’s to go.

Chase: Havok knows his career on the line, there’s no way he’s quitting here!

The ref is in position, looking to see if Havok will tap. Havok screams in pain and Jeff pulls back on the head of Havok. Havok is reaching for the ropes and is no where’s close to them. Jeff continue to pull and Havok with his legs, is slowly pulling himself closer and closer to the ropes and Jeff keeps pulling more and more on Havok’s head. Havok reaches for the ropes and just barely grabs the bottom rope. The ref counts to 4 and Jeff releases the hold.

Chase: You see that Darren, that’s the fight of a warrior!

Harvey: Havok got lucky there!

Jeff pulls Havok up to his feet and throws him into the ropes and Havok comes back and catches Jeff with a SPEAR!!

Chase: He just laid Jeff out with The Crowning. This means that the Dream Weaver is next!

And Sure Enough, Havok lifts Jeff up in a fireman’s Carry, tosses him in the air and knee’s Jeff in the face. Jeff hit’s the mat and ends up rolling out of the ring and Havok tries to grab before Jeff falls out of the ring, but fails to.

Harvey: Tough luck for Havok.

Havok rolls out of the ring and struggles to lift up Jeff’s limp body. He gets Jeff to his feet and is able to roll him into the ring. Havok gets in and pulls Jeff to the middle of the ring and covers him.
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Harvey: All that time wasted getting Jeff back into the ring allowed Jeff just enough time to regroup.

Chase: Looks like Havok is about to put an end to him.

Havok slowly pulls Jeff up to his feet. He grabs Jeff by his face and is yelling at him “YOUR DONE JEFF, ITS OVER” And with that, Jeff grabs Havok by his head and drops him with the Eye of the Hurricane out of no where! Havok hit’s the mat and flips over to his back. Jeff turns himself over and covers Havok
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Chase: THANK YOU GOD!!!

Jeff gets to his feet and he helps Havok up. Jeff goes to throw Havok to the corner, but Havok reverses it, and then Jeff reverses it again, and Havok reverses it again and ends up throwing Jeff into the referee, knocking the ref down. Jeff turns towards Havok and Havok catches him in the Chin with the Super kick. Jeff is laid out and Havok covers, but then see’s the ref is knocked out.

Chase: Someone send another referee out here!!

Havok rolls out of the ring and grabs the chair that Tony Ferrari is sitting on. Havok slides into the ring with it. Jeff is struggling to get to his feet. He does and stumbles towards Havok and blast Jeff in the face with the chair and Jeff falls like a ton of bricks. Havok grabs Jeff and drags him over to the corner and sits him in the corner. Havok then takes the chair and puts it in front of Jeff’s face then looks to his right at the top rope.

Harvey: What’s Havok doing here?

Chase: Putting an end to the boss!

Havok’s fans are cheering him and the Jeff fans are booing him as Havok goes out to the ring apron and climbs up to the top rope.

Harvey: Don’t tell me he’s going to jump across the ring

Havok does a hand gesture which gets cheer’s from his fans and Havok jumps off towards Jeff going for the Van Terminator, just as Havok dropkicks the chair into Jeff’s face, Jeff grabs the chair, sticks it out and jabs the chair between Havok’s leg into his groin!

Harvey: OH MY GOD!!!!!

Chase: That has to be the worst nut shot I’ve ever seen!!

Havok grabs his groin and is rolling around the ring in pain. Jeff tosses the chair out of the ring and pulls himself up to his feet. Havok is still in much pain and Jeff helps him to his feet. Havok still holding his groin, looks up at Jeff who drops him with the Eye of the Hurricane! Jeff covers hooking the leg
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Winner: “President” Hurricane Jeff[/center]

“Raining Blood” By Slayer begins to play as Jeff stands up and the ref raises his arm in victory.

Harvey: He did it, He did it.

Chase: I….I can’t believe it. This is a tragedy, Nathaniel Havok is no more.

Highlights of the match is shown as Jeff is celebrating his victory and Havok lays in the ring

Harvey: I gotta say, there’s no better way to go out than at Rasslemania.

Chase: Havok got screwed, Jeff used a chair on him. Jeff should be ashamed of himself!

Jeff goes outside the ring and grabs a Microphone. He stays outside the ring as Havok is coming to and is getting up

Jeff: Hey Havok!.

Havok turns towards the outside, staring at Jeff.

Jeff: Listen Havok. You put up one hell of a fight tonight. And you should be proud of yourself, and your family should be proud you of too. And Havok, before you go, I have a special gift for you.

Harvey: Isn’t Jeff a great boss, he has a gift for Havok.

Chase: It better be a new contract.

Jeff: Indianapolis Indiana, please join me in singing a song for your very own, Nathaniel Havok. Its goes a little something…Like this.


Na Na Na Na

Na Na Na NA

Hey Hey Hey

GOODBYE!!

The crowd continues to sing the song as Jeff is laughing at Havok who is upset. Jeff makes his way up the ramp, laughing at Havok and encourages the fans to keep singing. Jeff finally makes his way though the curtain, leaving Havok alone in the ring.

Chase: This is just absurd! Jeff’s already ended the mans career, now he has to soil the moment by singing THAT? Insult to injury, a very classless move by our very own boss!

Harvey: You see it your way, I’ll see it my way. The feud is over, Havok is gone, and Jeff can get back to business!

As Nathaniel leans against the ropes, listening the the crowd, Chaz Dillinger rushes down to the ring. He slides in to check on Nathaniel. Chaz demands a microphone, and Tony Ferrari obliges. As Nathaniel regains his composure, Chaz puts the mic to his lips…

Dillinger: It’s okay! It’s going to be okay, Nathaniel! I’ve got a plan! I’ve got a solid plan, and we’re going to fix this!

Nathaniel screams at the top of his lungs…

Havok: HOW!?!?

Dillinger: Dude, calm down! I got this! It’s real simple!

All of the sudden, Chaz kicks Nathaniel in the gut, and drops him with his very own finisher, the Dreamweaver. The fans begin to boo Dillinger, as Nathaniel seems to be out cold.

Dillinger: We take out the trash, that’s how!

The boos of the crowd continue to grow louder and louder, as Chaz stands over a fallen Nathaniel Havok.

Dillinger: Did you really think it was Jeff who cut your mic off time after time, when the show began? Did you really think that he would ruin the biggest pay per view of the year, right at the very beginning of the telecast? Come on, get real! It was me! I couldn’t stand to watch what I was being forced to watch! Nathaniel Has-been, Jermaine “I’m so not my brother” Jackson? It made me sick, I wanted to vomit! So I took care of it then, and I’m taking care of it now!

The fans continue to boo, fueling Chaz to continue.

Dillinger: The truth is… You’ve been holding me back since I came to Action Packed Wrestling, but not anymore! Always making the decisions, always thinking you know what’s best “for the team“. I bought into all of it, I really did! But now… Now I know that you’re just full of shit! Consider this my way of saying “thank you”. Thanks for wasting my time! But then again, thanks for giving me this opportunity to truly launch my career at your expense!

Chaz chuckles.

Dillinger: It’s Chaz Dillinger’s time! And now, all of APW has been put on notice!

“All About the Benjamins” hits on the PA, as the fans show their displeasure towards the Crippler. Chaz drops the microphone on Nathaniel’s chest, and exit’s the ring. After Chaz makes his way through the curtain, his music dies out, and Nathaniel begins to come to in the ring. The fans begin chanting his name, but it doesn’t make him feel any better, as he knows what’s just happened.

Chase: This can’t be happening! There’s no APW without Nathaniel Havok!

Harvey: The career of a wrestling legend has been cut short here tonight. As unfortunate as it may be, this just wasn’t his night.

Chase: Wrestling’s lost another one of its greatest performers.

Nathaniel looks around at the crowd, who are all still chanting his name in unison. He slowly exit’s the ring, and begins to walk up the aisle.

Harvey: But what better way to end it? Your hometown, all the love from your family and friends! You don’t have to go far for support. He gave it one hell of a try, and had a match with the APW President that will be talked about for years and years to come.

Chase: He’s given us some great moments during his career! It’s just not going to be the same without him.

Nathaniel turns around at the top of the ramp. With a tear in his eye, he lifts his fists up one last time, causing the crowd to go crazy. Nathaniel gives his trademark evil smirk, before turning back around, and heading to the backstage area.

Chase: Goodbye, Nathaniel. Thanks for the memories.

Harvey: Up next, we have our first of our double main event.

Chase: Jason Kash defends the World Heavyweight Title against Johnny Knuckles

A promo video for the match begins to play.

[President Jeff]

Jason Kash's locker room door comes into focus moments before his match is set to take place. A few staff members have heard noises, screams, moans and groans coming from the locker room but nobody has left his locker room. The door opens and Jason Kash dressed to compete comes walking out from the locker room. He has the World Title locked in around his waist and on his face, at the sides of his mouth is what appears to be pie crust. He wipes his mouth as he stands outside of his locker room. The crust falls from his fingers, some from his mouth but he sucks in air through his missing teeth.

Jason Kash: That was...Different...I feel perky! Let's do this shit!

He walks off the screen and heads to ringside where his match is about to be announced by Ferarri.

Ferrari: The Following Contest is for the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing First...From Bronx, NY! He is the Inventor of DONKEY PUNCH! He is "THE SURVIVOR" JOHNNNNYYY KNUUUCCKKLLLESS!!!

"Survival of the Sickest" by saliva plays. after a few seconds, Knuckles walks out and stares at the crowd. he grins, shakes his head and storms down to the ring. he takes off his silk shirt, italian hat and gold chains and hops around in the corner with a look of hatred ready to attack.

Nailz: Knuckles looking a bit angry, pumped I'm sure for what could be the biggest match of his career!

Beckett: You said it, these two have a thick history and one of them secures the War Victory. The last fight between old rivals and the one who wins here will walk away as the APW World Heavyweight Champion!

Ferrari: His Opponent! Coming to us LIVE from Houston, TX!! He is...The Current APW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!! Please welcome.."THE INFLUENCE" JASSOOOONNNN KAAAASSSSHHH!!!!

As the theme for Monday Night Football begins to play and the rap beat merges in and begins to thump the fans of the Arena go Bobble Head to the music as Jason Kash steps out from the back as the music spills out vibrating the arena as fans get to their feet. His World Title safetly wrapped around his waist as he steps to the center of the Entrance Ramp. Kash leans forward and slaps the metal stage three quick taps and then puts his two fingers to his mouth, hits the "Air Joint" as do all his fans.

Two puffs and his arms shoot up above him as the fans let out a chant of "LIGHT. IT.UP". Kash heads to the ring, touching air joints with a few fans leaning over the guard railing. He gets to ringside, pulls off the World Heavyweight Title and walks to the Steel Stairs, jogs up them and walks alongside the ring apron. He dips into the ropes and throws his World Title up in the center of the ring with his hands. Handing the belt to the referee, he waits for the bell eyes locked on Knuckles.

Beckett: Oh Boy this is getting exciting!! The fans are on their feet here tonight, not knowing what can happen, what will take place!

Nailz: I think my heart is beating too fast...Check my pulse because this house is on FIRE!! Influence, Survivor...Who wins? Let's find out!

WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE MATCH

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Jason Kash (C) Vs Johnny Knuckles

As soon as the bell sounds off, Kash doesn't waste time. He pulls out a Taser Gun from the waistline of his shorts and rushes Knuckles. Knuckles dodges the snapping of the taser but the referee is shoved right into it's path. He stiffens and then hits the canvas convulsing like a fish out of water. The fans laugh out loud as Knuckles smashes Kash with an overhanded elbow, leaping over the ref's body to connect. The taser drops and hits the mat, bounces and flops to the outside under the bottom rope.

Johnny Knuckles repeats the thrown elbow and backs Kash up against the far ropes. He presses against him and pulls away, sending Kash across the ring with an irish whip. Kash on the rebound comes right at Knuckles but thinking Knuckles will do something big off the bat, Kash isn't prepared for a straight kick to the balls. Kash stands mid ring with his knees bent inward, matching his eyes as his nuts go up inside of him and touch his throat. As the Champion begins to fall over, Knuckles snatches him up and snaps him over with a quick Suplex.

Knuckles pops up in a hurry and pulls Kash up with him, once again whipping him across the ring. As Kash comes back for a second time on a rebound, Knuckles lunges forward and catches Kash in the mouth with a Headbutt. Kash slaps his back to the canvas and Knuckles looks around before rushing to the outside of the ring. He pulls up the ring apron and looks under the ring for something he can use. With the referee zapped unconscious, he isn't going to play by the rules anymore than what Kash had tried doing and that's get an advantage. He pulls out a long Wrench that the ring crew would use to put together and take the ring apart with and a huge smile stretches across his face.

Nailz: Ohhhh!! Knuckles might have found his ticket to the World Title right there!

Beckett: Who would have left something like that under the ring?

Nailz: Ring Crew maybe? Who leaves steel chairs and garbage cans under the ring? How believable is that?

Beckett: Very true..

Sliding into the ring in a stalker's motion, Knuckles gets to his feet with the steel wrench in his hand. Kash is already getting up but is right where Knuckles wants him as he turns around. Knuckles rushes at Kash with the wrench held up high and he comes down with the wrench and collides it against Kash's back. Kash crumbles to the mat on his stomach and grabs at his back. Knuckles comes down again with the wrench into Kash's back and he screams out and rolls away but in great pain.

Knuckles laughs and looks back at the referee who is starting to move around. Knuckles drops the wrench to the outside. Knuckles picks up Kash as the referee comes to his feet. Like nothing happened, Knuckles axe handles Kash into the back area and the Champion's feet fall out from under him, he lands on his knees and arches at the back. Knuckles runs away from Kash, hitting the far rope and coming at Kash like a bat out of hell. Kash is rocking around in a painful daze, all his attention on his back pains. Knuckles comes in hard with a somersault, back slamming into Kash's chest. Kash rolls back onto his legs as they crash into the canvas.

The referee takes an extra second to get over to check on them but does. Knuckles moves and pushes down into Kash's chest to get up from the mat. Kash reaches and grabs the bottom rope closest to where they are. He pulls himself to the outside and Knuckles gets to his feet and looks out through the ropes at Jason Kash. Kash looks down and spots the Taser gun that had fallen outside of the ring. He leans forward and lifts it off the ringside mats. Knuckles bends through the ropes and grabs at Kash's arm but the Champion has something else in mind. He pulls his body up, puts the taser to Knuckles' throat and pushes the button sending 1 million volts of electricity through his challenger. Knuckles falls straight down over the ropes, Kash drops the taser and pulls Knuckles by the head. His body laying over the middle rope, Kash has his head hanging down towards the outside.

Kash turns Knuckles over, putting his back over the ropes instead of his stomach. Kash grabs hold of Knuckles in a crucifix and pulls the Challenger to the outside, slamming him hard into the ringside floors with a Crucifix Edge. Knuckles flops overhead and Kash does a push up and gets to his knees as the crowd erupts in a "HOLY SHIT" Chant.

Beckett: Wow, the Champion is not taking it easy on his Challenger here tonight!

Nailz: Yes but can Knuckles Survive like his nickname suggests? That's the real question at hand here Beck.

Beckett: Beck? When did we start abbreviating our names? I can't even abbreviate yours..

Nailz: Sort of the point Beck!

Jason Kash grabs a handful of Knuckles hair, pulling him off the ringside mats. As soon as Knuckles gets to his feet, bent over with his head against Kash's midsection, Kash slaps him into position for a suplex. He holds him up above for a brief moment before coming down very accurate, dropping Knuckles back across the edge of the Announcer's table. Knuckles bounces off and hits the mats on the floor once again and Kash hits his Air Joints and raises both arms as the fans show their approval for his cut throat actions.

Kash drags Knuckles over to the nearby steel steps and lifts him up and places his upper body against the side of the steps. Kash pries open Knuckles mouth and forces him to bite onto the edged side of the steel steps. Kash takes about 10 feet of distance between himself and Knuckles. The fans get started with their "Ohhh" and "Awwww" sounds as Kash rushes at Knuckles. He lifts a boot and goes to hit a running Big boot Curb Stomp against the back of Knuckles head but Johnny Knuckles removes his opened mouth from the side of the stairs and drops down onto the mats. Kash's boot slides over the top of the stairs and lands in the splits across the top of the steel steps.

The fans laughing as Knuckles crawls to the guard railing and uses it to get to his feet. His hand on his back where he had taken so much pain but he is up. He turns to Kash who is grabbing at his balls and still stretched out across the steel steps. Knuckles looks up at the referee who is at the count of 9 and Knuckles jolts into a roll under the bottom rope and quickly back to the outside he goes to restart the count.

Nailz: I think Kash wants a 5 minute recess...

Beckett: This isn't MMA, nut shots, injuries, we just compete through it until the match is over or you cannot continue. The World Heavyweight Title is important and the splits is not enough to stop our World Champion!

Nailz: I'm gonna tell Jeff you said RassleMania III was your favorite Mania! Hopefully get a Broadcast Partner that isn't such a Dork..

Beckett: I...I...Oh, it looks like this match is going back inside the ring!

Knuckles yanks Kash off the steel steps and rolls him back into the ring. Knuckles walks around the ring, grabs the taser and tosses it up and over the top ropes into the ring. He even grabs the wrench he had used earlier and slides it into the ring as well. Before getting back in himself, Knuckles grabs himself two folding chairs and puts them under the bottom turnbuckle at one of the corners of the ring. He leaps up and lands on the ring apron with one knee before climbing through the ropes. Kash is there and up kicks Knuckles right in the mouth.

Knuckles grabs his mouth as a bit of blood drips from his bottom lip. Kash rips his head, pulling him all the way into the ring. Kash drops Knuckles with a DDT and pushes himself back up to his feet. Kash goes and grabs the wrench off the canvas and the referee is quick to step in his path trying to stop him from being disqualified. Kash hands the ref the wrench and as the referee turns around, Johnny Knuckles rips the wrench from the Ref's hands and swings it at Kash. Kash ducks, Knuckles spins around swinging it again and catches the referee right across the forehead, knocking him unconscious. Blood begins to rush from his forehead as he lays out cold.

Beckett: OHHH!!! The referee is bleeding! Someone send the EMTs!

Nailz: No, someone send a new referee! Let's continue this match!!

Kash repels himself off the far ropes and comes in charging as he front dropkicks Knuckles in the chest, sending him flying back into the corner turnbuckles. Knuckles feet bump into the steel chairs he had placed under that very corner. Kash gets up and blazes into Knuckles with a crushing elbow before ripping him out the corner and tossing him onto the canvas. Kash climbs up onto the turnbuckles, getting up to the top ropes. He comes soaring off, planting a well placed elbow into Knuckles chest. Kash being the arrogant prick he can sometimes be gets right back up and makes his way up the turnbuckles again.

Knuckles gets up and lands against the ropes, causing Kash to drop down over the ropes into a sitting position. Kash's legs sitting inside the ropes as he sits propped up on the top turnbuckle and Knuckles is looking for a big move. He climbs up in front of Kash on the turnbuckle, pulling and twisting they come off the top. Knuckles slams Kash down hard with a AA Spinebuster off the Top Ropes and the crowd erupts both shocked and amazed at the move from the Challenger.

They both lay there, Kash blinking as he stares up at the ceiling and Knuckles trying to roll onto his side. No referee to speak of and Knuckles is the first to return to a standing position. He grabs the taser gun and watches as Kash slowly gets up with his back to Knuckles. Johnny Knuckles drops the taser and signals for a Donkey Punch. He cocks back his big fist and screams out HEEE HAAAWWW but Kash spins around and ruins the move before dropping back and back rolling away from Knuckles.

Now at opposite sides of the ring. Knuckles bends over and grabs the taser gun, Kash grabs one of the two steel chairs still laying under the turnbuckle near him. They come at each other, Kash swats the chair down and hits the taser out of Knuckles possession before throwing the chair into Knuckles face. Knuckles turns from the blow but comes back at Kash with a stiff elbow/forearm blast to the jaw. Kash stumbles back a few feet and returns the elbow/forearm shot.

Beckett: Blow for blow, these two are showing they can be violent, wrestle, and brawl with the best of them!

Nailz: Hehe! You said Blow for blow...

They repeat the process of single blows from the elbow for a few trades and then standing in front of each other, one hand to the back of the other's head they begin ramming repeated elbows and punches into each other's face. Brutal and fast shots over and over again, a few of them make their legs wobble but they remain standing, trading stiff and violent blows to the face.

Kash has a mouse forming underneath his left eye and Knuckles bottom lip looks like a new set of ass cheeks. Blood draining from both competitors as the elbows and stiff shots continue. Kash pushes Knuckles back against the ropes but the blows keep on coming. Knuckles shoves Kash back and hits a toe kick followed by a well place uppercut that catches and bursts the mouse under Kash's left eye. Blood splatters onto the canvas and blood and puss roll down Kash's face from his open wound.

Kash blocks an incoming right and spins around and crashes his "Money Shot" rolling elbow into Knuckles and the Challenger falls back through the ropes and bounces out onto the ring apron. Kash turns around and picks up the steel chair he had used before and turns towards Knuckles as he gets to his feet using the ropes. Kash plants the steel chair over Knuckles head and the Challenger and former friend crumbles to the outside floor. The chair is bent up to shit and Kash tosses it outside the ring after Knuckles.

Beckett: For a match with Standard Rules, these two sure are using Violence that with a referee would have called for the bell by now.

Nailz: This is Asylum, this is what people like Micheal Callahan want to change. Violence at it's purest form! Asylum is the place for the crazy to come and smash up the competition!! I LOVE IT!!

Jason Kash exits the ring but only to pick up Knuckles and roll the limp challenger back inside. Kash gets up onto the ring apron and watches as Knuckles just lays there out of it from that vicious chair shot. Blood forming at Knuckles hairline and Kash gets an idea. He dips into the ring, bouncing off the middle rope and pulls Knuckles to his feet. He places Knuckles up against the middle of the ropes and slaps his challenger right across the face and laughs. Kash backs off Knuckles and signals for a move but not his UTI.

Nailz: Jason Kash stated he was going to use his old Finisher during the match. To remind Knuckles of all those previous matches he lost..What was it called?

Beckett: Kashed Out! It was the Finisher of Jason Kash for several years, including the years he dominated Johnny Knuckles. This just shows the level of personal hatred and knowledge of each other. They have to cut deeper than usual to make a statement here tonight!

Kash pulls Knuckles in and goes to lift him for the move but Knuckles slips off the lift and counters it with a lift of his own. Kash laid across Knuckles chest, he is spinned around and slammed directly onto his back in a Spinning Side Slam which Kash use to call "Kashed Out". As Knuckles connects with the move and crawls to cover Kash, a new referee rushes out from the back. The fans count "1-2-3-4-5-6" before the referee is inside the ring and counting himself.

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Johnny Knuckles is stunned as he looks up at the new Referee who shows him two fingers. Knuckles slowly gets to his feet, wipes the blood from his eyes as a crimson mask has built up over his face from that massive chair shot. He stumbles in a daze and falls back into the far ropes and watches as Jason Kash gets up. Knuckles comes in hot and heavy but Kash surprises him with his own "Kashed Out" swinging side slam and he gets the pinfall and the referee drops fast to the canvas.

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Nailz: OH MY INGROWN TOE THAT IS CRAZY!!! They both just kicked out of the same move, this is as close as it gets!!

Beckett: I thought he had it, I'm in shock! The move that put Knuckles away so many other times before actually FAILED! This is a much better match then I thought it'd be! What a night for these two competitors!!"

Nailz: Wow, this is RassleMania folks! This is where Havok got sent into retirement and where Sally Talfourd and Level One put it all on the line! However right now, these two are taking the roof and blowing it off the building!!!

Kash flops onto his back and lets out a big inhale and exhale. He is tired and it shows as he sits up on his side. Knuckles moves around and as he turns his head towards Kash, his face is slapped. Kash gets up and pulls Knuckles with him. On their feet, Kash dips around Knuckles and gets behind him. Wanting to wear his opponent down more, Kash slaps a sleeper on Knuckles but with quick reaction, Knuckles flips forward and sends Kash head and shoulders into the canvas.

Knuckles rolls out from under Kash and secures his back and locks in a rear naked choke. Kash not being the best submissionist has still be a APW TapOut Champion and immediately starts reaching for the ropes with both his feet and hands in a panic. Kash wraps the toes of his boots around the bottom rope nearby and the referee breaks the hold. Kash scrambles to get out of the ring and does, his hands rubbing his neck and looking back inside at Knuckles.

Nailz: Kash playing it like a true Veteran as he exits the ring to take himself a breather. Knuckles needs to keep on Kash like dookie on a pair of white undies in order to win this match!

Beckett: That's disgusting..

They trade some words before Kash begins to wave for Knuckles to exit the ring. Kash walks over and grabs the ring bell and launches it at Knuckles, high over the top ropes but Knuckles steps out of the way and the ring bell clocks the referee square in the kisser. He slaps to the canvas like a deer getting shot in the head and the fans laugh as Knuckles points at Kash and looks around like he expects someone to be in trouble. The fans laugh a bit more at that but finally Knuckles approaches the ropes to exit the ring.

Beckett: That's two referees knocked out cold. We are without a referee once again..Wonderful!

Nailz: How often you think a single matches loses not one but TWO referees? Gotta be a special occasion right?

As Knuckles climbs out through the ropes and onto the ring apron, Kash rushes around the corner and clotheslines Knuckles feet. He lands on his back hard onto the ring apron but grabs hold of the ropes so that he doesn't fall to the ringside floor. Kash leaps up onto the ring apron, landing on his left knee and pulls himself to a standing position. Knuckles is slowly helped up by Kash who quickly slaps him into a Hooked Legged Suplex but Kash isn't planning on a typical suplex.

Kash twists with the hooked leg and turns the suplex into a Twisting Fisherman Suplex and the two of them fly off the ring apron, Knuckles crashes hard, his back thudding against the ring floor mats. Kash takes a bump but one he was prepared to take. The fans go nuts, hands waving around like a rock concert with a Janet Jackson malfunction just occurred. They both are lost of breath, bleeding and for the second time without a referee to speak of.

Kash is up but bending over breathing very hard, taking in full lung fulls of breath and he creeps over to the announcer's table. Knuckles manages himself to his feet and follows. Kash begins to climb up onto the Announcer's Table, Knuckles again climbs right next to him. Kash having his back mostly to Knuckles doesn't even acknowledge him being there as he pushes up onto his feet on top of the table. Knuckles as soon as he is up, snatches Kash from behind and yanks his opponent, tossing him backwards in a Release German Suplex off the Announcer's Table. The fans in the entire arena gasp as Kash flips backwards overhead and slams powerfully into the ringside floor onto his chest.

Beckett: Oh My God, he's dead!!

Nailz: If he isn't dead he'll hope to be if this gets any more high risk..

Beckett: Oh and here comes the brave THIRD REFEREE OF THE MATCH!!

As the referee comes storming down to ringside, he slides into the ring and helps the other referee outside for EMTs to better care for him. He begins counting on Knuckles and Kash and gets to the count of 7 before Knuckles pulls himself up using the side of the ring. He rolls in very slowly and rolls back out so that Kash isn't counted out. He knows he can't win the belt on a Count Out so he wants to get Kash back inside the ring. Jason Kash is out, if he was in the ring this match and his title reign would be over. Knuckles tries to hurry, tries to get Kash back in the ring but he is drained.

Kash falls forward and lands, leaning up against the ring and Knuckles pushes him from his legs to get him inside. Nothing like dead weight to be the road block before the Championship but Knuckles pushed forward, determined to win here tonight. With Kash in the ring, Knuckles himself gets back inside and he takes a minute to wipe his face of blood still draining from his wounds. Blood stains all over the ring and ring side floors but he crawls over to Kash and covers the seemingly limp body. The referee drops and slaps the mat almost too fast to be legal.

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Knuckles eyes widen through the crimson mask as he forces himself up on his feet. He stumbles, tilts and wobbles but makes his way to the nearby turnbuckles and points up top. He smacks the top turnbuckle and the crowd is just behind this match. Knuckles makes the climb, slowly but surely he rises to the top turnbuckle and keeps his balance as he sits down on the padded turnbuckle. He looks around and then into the ring where Kash is laying. As he stands up, he places his feet down onto the middle turnbuckle and that's when Jason Kash returns to life.

The Champion is moving slow but acting fast as he rolls out of jumping distance for Knuckles and gets to his feet. Knuckles looks across the ring still propped up on the turnbuckle and his expression is like "You sum bitch!" and Kash can't help but smile with a drained and beaten up face. Kash trips as he moves towards Knuckles but keeps himself moving and leaps up, cracking Knuckles with an elbow that stuns him. Kash climbs up in front of Knuckles and cups his head up under his armpit. Kash then grabs the waistline of Knuckles tights and lifts his Challenger up into the air over the turnbuckle. He doesn't drop back with a superplex but instead comes straight down off the turnbuckles and crashes into the canvas, planting Knuckles with a Brainbuster from the top ropes. Knuckles neck bends and bounces under his weight as Kash lays on his back after the fall. The crowd still on their feet, still chanting multiple things and screaming from their noise makers.

Nailz: Talk about dead, Kash just crushed Knuckles with his Brainbuster! Whats Kash call that new Signature Move Beck?

Beckett: It's Beck-ETT and the move is called "Domebuster" but I don't recall it being executed from the top ropes...So a Super Domebuster?

Nailz: Agreed cause THAT HURT LIKE NOBODIES BUSINESS FOLKS!!

They lay there breathing, Kash spits out a wad of spit straight up and moves his head as the spit barely misses his face. He sits up and grabs at the sides of the turnbuckle and pulls himself up to his feet. He turns around to see Knuckles still laid flat on his back after the big move. Blood puddling up at the sides of his head and Jason Kash signals for the U.T.I. but he is groggy about the signal.

Jason Kash waits in the corner until Johnny Knuckles begins to move around. Knuckles slowly gets up to his hands and knees, blood drips from his forehead and lands on the canvas. He pushes himself up as the fans quiet down wanting to see how this plays out. As Knuckles reaches his feet he is slow and groggy as he turns around just 5 feet from where Kash is standing, back against a corner. Kash rushes toward Knuckles but Knuckles ducks the U.T.I. and setups Kash up into position for a "Broken Promise" Reverse Death Valley Driver! As Knuckles goes to execute, Kash slides his legs off Knuckles and comes down with a U.T.I. Neckbreaker to counter the "Broken Promise" and everyone goes Bananas! Kash crawls, turns Knuckles over and makes the cover.

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Winner and still APW World Heavyweight Champion: Jason Kash[/center]

Beckett: HE DID IT! HE RETAINED AGAINST KNUCKLES!! JASON KASH WITH A REVERSING UTI FINISH!! WOW!!!

Nailz: That was one hell of a match indeed!! We've still got the Main Event and this night has been extraordinary!! Let's make it official, here's Ferrari!

Ferrari: Winner, via Pinfall...AND STILL!! APW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!! JAAASSSSOOOOONNNN KAAASSSSHHH!!!!

The theme for Monday Night Football begins to play and Kash's theme music bumps through the arena, the referee goes and gets the World Title. Kash still on the mat exhausted and battered but does get to his feet and takes the Championship from the referee. He gets his hand raised as he keeps an eye on Knuckles, impressed by his will and determination to compete tonight. Kash can't help but have respect but right now he is tired and wants to soak somewhere.

He moves to leave the ring but Knuckles grabs his arm and turns him around. Knuckles extends a hand to show his respect. Kash doesn't hesitate any and shakes the man's hand. They nod at each other as Kash exits the ring too hurt to even celebrate. Knuckles looks disappointed as he takes a walk inside the ring before leaving himself.

Backstage, Kurt Noble sits in his locker room, his head bowed in focus with no distractions surrounding him. Medea has left fully confident in her charges success this evening, Monkwood is already beginning to put together promotional material for the new champion, and Amy having retreated to her seat after reconciling of sorts with Kurt. To his left, the door creaks open as Chris Hart, freshly showered after his match earlier in the evening steps in.

Chris: Big match tonight?

Noble turns to his left and stares at Chris, his left hand shaking slightly with nerves however his facial expressions exuding confidence.

Kurt: No kidding.

Chris steps towards Noble and flops down onto the couch. Kurt looks at him for a second, trying to figure out what exactly Chris is doing in his locker room so close to bell time.

Kurt: She sent you?

Chris: We all did.

Kurt cocks his head slightly, curious at the choice of words.

Chris: Chris, Lyn, Robert … everyone. This is your night, your chance. It’s a long time coming Kurt and no one else is going to deserve it more. I don’t know what’s got your nerves but I’m talking to the man who is the best in the world, and that’s what this is going to come down too. Words, actions, friendships, it’s all going out the window and it’ll come down to who’s the best.

Kurt pauses for a moment before looking at Chris, his left hand still for the first time.

Kurt: Thanks!

With that Chris pushes himself off the couch and gets to his feet. Nodding slightly at Kurt, he turns and exits as Chris watches him out before following in tow, finally ready to go out and take down Gates, Rebel and Blade and cement his legacy.

The Hype video for the main event now plays

[President Jeff]

Tony: Before we get to our main event, I'd like to announce that we broke the indoor attendence record for the Lucas Oil Stadium. In attendence tonight, 81,258! Everyone at Action Packed Wrestling Thanks you!

"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.

Harvey: There's the dark horse of the match, Blade. A man that's as tough as old boots.

Chase: He's my pick. Blade's a beast!

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.

Harvey: There is the man, the crowd favorite that people WANT to see win. These people are torn between Gates and Noble. Either one could walk away with the gold and these men could leave happy.

Chase: Noble will either go all the way or fall at the first hurdle. He's a minimum/maximum kinda' guy.

#SIMPLY F'N PUT!

A recorded voice comes over the loud speaker 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!

The crowd has come unglued in their hatred for Rebel. He gets to the ring and pulls a camera man 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.

Chase: I change my mind. I pick Johnny Rebel. That guy is a beast.

Harvey: Johnny Rebel has done nothing but manipulate and con his way to this match, getting into everybody's head by lying through his teeth. He's a man that makes me so angry sometimes it's unbelievable but you have to respect that Rebel is an incredible athlete no matter what his motives are.

A green hue fills the entrance area as "Shooting Star" by Black Stone Cherry begins to play. The fans leap to their feet, cheering loudly as C.J. Gates steps out from the back with the APW Undisputed title around his waist. He walks to the right side of the stage and raises his arms into the air to even more cheers before going over to the left side of the stage and doing the same thing there, to even more cheers.

Harvey: Just listen to the reaction that the champion is getting here tonight.

Chase: It's not going to last long. Once he loses that title they won't be cheering for him.

Gates pauses at the top of the ramp before beginning to make his way down the ramp, tagging hands with a few fans along the way. Gates continues around the ring, tagging more hands before finally sliding into the ring, making sure to keep an eye on his opponents. He pops up and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, unhooking the APW Undisputed title and, after taking a look over his shoulder, raises it high into the air to an even louder cheer from the fans. Gates climbs off the turnbuckle and turns to face the three opponents, raising the title high once more. He hands it off to the referee before removing his cowboy hat and "GO BIG OR GO HOME" T-shirt.

Harvey: Gates looks ready for this meeting tonight.

Chase: He has to be, because it's going to take a lot for him to walk out victorious.

Harvey: This is it now... the moment we have all been waiting for. These four men have been passing around CJ Gates' Undisputed Championship like the proverbial baton these past few weeks and it's all leading down to this. It's a culmination of two months of broken alliances, trust and deception and in the end? The right to call yourself the best that this company has to offer. The match that we are about to bare witness to means so much for the future of these four men. Careers will be made, legacies crafted and destinies unravelled as we arrive at the tip of the iceberg, the final moments of the night we work all year round for. A moment where people live, dream, breathe, exist, only to try and steal the spotlight on this, the stage of all stages. Nothing else matters right now except for these four men in the ring and that man there, CJ Gates' Undisputed Title... Let's get this one underway. It's going to be a riot.

Tony Ferrari: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is your main event for the evening. It is a Fatal Fourway Match for the Action Packed Wrestling UNDISPUUUUUTED CHAMPIONSHIIIIIP! Introducing first... from Manchester, England, weighing in at 246lbs... Challenger Number 1... BLADEEEEEEEE!

The crowd roar their disapproval, booing and jeering bouncing off of Blade like a rubber bullet. He simply wrings his hands and clicks his neck knowing he's in for a tough one.

Tony Ferrari: And from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 235lbs... Challenger Number 2, The Noble One, KURTTTTTTTTTTT NOOOOOOOOOOBLE!

Almost bi-polar, the crowd whoop and cheer in admiration for the honest man of wrestling. He's the only person besides CJ Gates that the crowd would cheer on to win and with a modest smile, he waves to the adoring fans before passing his cane out to one of the production crew.

Tony Ferrari: And from the Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 234lbs... Challenger Number 3, Simply F'N Put... JOHNNY... REBEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLL!!!!

It's almost like a ping pong ball or one of those Newtonian executive toys with the marbles, the way that they swing back and forth from disposition to disposition. With a smug, Devil May Care grin, Johnny Rebel doesn't even bother to acknowledge his fans. The sly, treacherous Southerner was easily the most hated man in the ring. Blade was a beast who did as he pleased to whoever he pleased but the lying, conniving rat that was Johnny Rebel incited more hatred than pretty much anyone else in the building on that night.

Tony Ferrari: And finally, from Fargo, North Dakota... weighing in at 215lbs... He is the Action Packed Wrestling Undisputed Champion... Ladies and gentlemen, your champion, Go Big or Go Home, CEEEEEEEEE-JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY GAAAAAAAAAAAATEEEEESSSSS!

Going full circle, the crowd go absolutely bananas as CJ Gates throws his prestigious, golden championship belt high up in the air for everyone to see. CJ Gates' grin is as big as the arena as he basks in the love of his supporters. All eyes were on him now. Kurt Noble, Johnny Rebel and Blade were staring daggers at him as he graciously handed his championship belt to the referee to begin the match. With each man occupying a corner, the referee stood front and centre and held the Undisputed Championship high in the air. Camera flashes ricocheted around the arena, bright and fluid like an electrical storm as the fans desperately scrambled to capture this glorious moment. They knew this was going to be huge.

Once the referee had shown everyone the bounty at stake he handed the gold to a leaving ring announcer who took it with him to the timekeepers desk. With everything said and done, the moment of truth was upon us and with a wave of the referees arm the bell rings. It's showtime.

APW UNDISPTUED TITLE FATAL 4 WAY MATCH
CJ Gates © Vs Blade VS Kurt Noble VS Johnny Rebel

Harvey: Let the battle begin!

With the match officially under way, the fans are pleasantly surprised to see that it's not off to an explosive start like many predicted it would. The early goings seems more like a Wild West showdown than a wrestling match. All four men cast suspicious eyes over one another wondering which of them has the stones to open themselves up and make the first move. Which cowboy would be the first to draw and fire a pot shot at the other lone rangers in the ring? After a brief pause of suspension, the question is answered. CJ Gates and Kurt Noble exchange a knowing glance and target Blade and Johnny Rebel respectively. Fists fly everywhere in a wild melee, a Texan bar brawl scene emerging as CJ Gates serves up some fresh knuckle sandwiches for Blade while Kurt and Johnny Rebel have a wild pot shot throwing contest.

Chase: This match just went from nought to sixty in like five seconds flat! It's an all-out rumble in there!

Harvey: I'll say! Gates and Noble are taking it to Rebel and Blade who've been making everyone's lives Hell these past few months, even each others!

Gates backs Blade up in a corner like a trapped mouse and starts delivering blistering knife edge hands to the barrel like chest of the English Monster, a wild roar from the champion empowering his every strike. Blade tries desperately to cover up and counter attack but the surprise of Gates sudden assault renders him struggling to fight back. Meanwhile, Noble is having a little less luck with Rebel who's on a fairly even playing field in a back and forth striking exchange until Noble blocks a Rebel punch with a fore arm, kicks Rebel in the gut and DDT's him straight to the mat with authority. Noble then turns his attention to Blade and assists CJ Gates with the knife edge assault, both men now taking turns to apply their own personal blusher to make Blade's chest a slightly brighter shade of tomato.

Harvey: Team work in effect here as these two chip at the Manchester Bruisers hardy defence, but you know Blade won't just stand there and take it.

And neither will Rebel for that matter who's barely got chance to collect his thoughts after Noble's DDT before he finds himself pushing himself back to his feet. Rebel looks at the timekeepers desk and considers for a moment joining commentary and watching as the other three men beat the Hell out of each other as is his M.O. but opts instead to remain in the ring for the time being and runs to Blade's aid. With a slamming fore-arm to the back of CJ Gates' head he distracts the double team efforts, only for Kurt Noble to turn around and slug him one in the mouth. Rebel hits him back twice as hard with a bare knuckle shot that hints at Golden Gloves background but there's no time to think about that as Gates then turns to hit Rebel as well. With both men on him, Blade pulls himself out of the corner and grabs Gates by his hair and delivers a shattering headbutt to the back of his head while Rebel thrusts a sharp knee into Noble's gut.

Chase: From one double team to another, we've seen how well Blade and Johnny Rebel can work together when they're on the same page but we've also seen how catastrophically it can end too.

The first port of call is for Rebel to grab Noble and deliver a solid Vertical Suplex, slamming him into the centre of the ring while Blade pushes Gates down into the turnbuckle corner and starts delivering loaded boot strikes to the gut and face of the Undisputed Champion. Gates tries to cover up and protect himself from the shots but it has little use against the dominating English wrestler. Meanwhile, Rebel having kneed Noble in the gut again opts to take out the trash, throwing the Canadian wrestler out over the top rope. Noble hits the ground with a hard thud, an awkward landing on his arm to boot. Noble rolls around hisses a little, not all that fazed by it. Blade gives up on beating in CJ Gates and instead turns to a gloating Johnny Rebel and in turn throws him out of the ring as well.

CJ Gates tries to blindside Blade with a forearm to the back of the head but Blade sees him coming and hoists him up and slams him down with a nasty Samoan Drop, right in the centre of the ring. With Noble and Rebel slowly getting up outside the ring near each other, Blade decides to toss CJ Gates out at the opposite side of the ring and enjoys the spotlight in centre stage for a moment.

Harvey: Blade is currently the only competitor in the ring, demonstrating his dominance by easily hoisting his rivals out. However, let me remind you that while there are no count-outs, pinfalls and submissions are only recorded in the ring. He's wasting time but at the same time playing mind-games. He knows he's the alpha male here so he's gonna' go ahead and show it.

Idling for a moment as he decides who to continue to beat on, he turns towards CJ Gates deciding to bring the pain to his doorstep. He climbs out of the ring and starts stalking after him like the predator he is as a dazed CJ Gates starts pushing off the ground and getting back up. CJ Gates turns to face his dangerous, dread-locked stalker and immediately the fear is in his eyes. He delivers a jaw-quaking slap to the face of Blade and starts to run towards and ultimately around the ring steps. Blade starts to give chase only to damn near get his head crushed by Kurt Noble who, running along the apron opts to bulldog the Englishman face first onto the steel ring steps. Blade's head cracks off the steel surface with a nasty, snapping thud as Noble scrambles to his feet, nursing his arm. The crowd cheer as the big man hunches over the ring steps, not moving as he nurses to his jaw and nose.

Chase: Good LORD, did you see that bulldog by Kurt Noble? Barely a few minutes in and we may have a shattered nose already. I shudder to think of what damage has been done to Blade's face after that one!

Harvey: Me too! He didn't even bounce, he just slumped down and started clutching his face. You've got to wonder if there's the potential of serious injury to Blade. Considered by many to be the dark horse of the match, it'd be a damn shame if he wasn't able to finish the match thanks to a dislocated jaw, or worse, a broken nose.

Johnny Rebel is now the soul occupant of the ring while Kurt climbs onto the apron, favouring his right arm a touch as he slips back in to join The Chi-Town Warrior. Rebel rushes to greet him with traditional Chicago hospitality in the form of a friendly boot to the stomach and a fore-arm to the back of the neck. Grabbing Noble's weak arm, Rebel yanks at it and drags Noble awkwardly to the centre of the ring before pulling a trick out of his bag that nobody quite expects. Wrapping the arm around his waist like he's going for a DDT, he leaps backwards for a modified shoulder breaker without securing Noble's head for the DDT. Surprisingly effective, improvisational king Johnny Rebel can't help but smile sickly at the effect his move has. Noble's head bounces off the canvas with a thud and his shoulderbreaker does a surprising amount of damage, a scream coursing from his lungs.

Chase: It's not a Johnny Rebel match if he doesn't use every trick in the book, pick at your weaknesses and show off that world famous meanstreak of his. Noble landed badly on the concrete outside the ring through no fault of his own, thanks to being tossed out by Mr. Rebel himself I believe and now Rebel's found himself a weakness to pick on.

Harvey: He might not be the most honest man alive but damned if he's not smart, or fun to watch for that matter. Rebel's smarts have got him so much success here. They've brought him an Overdrive Championship, will they bring him an Undisputed one too?

Rebel wasting absolutely zero time rolls Noble over and hooks both of his legs for a tight clutch pin.

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Gates breathes a sigh of relief realising that he couldn't have been much closer from losing his title. Making quick to capitalise on his decisive offence, Gates grabs Rebel and slams an elbow into his face to send him scurrying back to his corner on defence. With another knife edge chop he starts craning Rebel up to the top with some dark intentions in his mind. Rebel starts to stir and tries to fight back with a couple of quick shots but a headbutt from Gates stuns Simply Put to allow him to climb up to position. Charging for a Superplex, the fans go wild as CJ starts to lift but is stopped by a distracting fore-arm strike to Gates calf by Kurt Noble. Not one to miss an opportunity, Noble hooks Gates for a Super Powerbomb, Gates still has Rebel for the Superplex and after the brief suspense of waiting for the tower to topple, all three men smash into the ground with the force of meteors.

Harvey: There goes CJ Gates looking to put the hurting on Johnny Rebel with a superple-, WAIT, what is Kurt Noble doing?

Johnny Chase: Oh my God. He's going for a Powerbomb. Is this seriously about to happen?!

The ring visibly buckles underneath the three men as they thunder down to the mat like an earthquake just hit the building. Anyone not paying attention would not have been blamed for thinking that Operation Rolling Thunder had just been deployed in the Lucas Oil arena. Nobody is moving, not even Kurt Noble who's damn near torn his right arm after the damage sustained and his efforts in throwing two grown men across the ring. What started out as a Wild West movie panning out in the theatre of wrestling now looks like War of the Worlds just hit it. Johnny Rebel is by far the worst off, crumpled like an accordion thanks to what was a suplex from about fourteen feet in the air.

Chase: Nobody is moving right now. Kurt Noble is down, Johnny Rebel is down, the champion CJ Gates is down and we're only about seven minutes into this puppy.

Harvey: UH. OH. Someone forgot to do a headcount. Look who's back on their feet again.

Chase: You're right. There he is, the man himself, Blade is back on his feet and he does NOT look happy.

Standing atop the steel steps now like a mighty titan, Blade licks his lips hungrily in feverish anticipation at the chance to pick the scraps of the mayhem that just unfolded. Climbing to the ring, he's almost spoilt for choice as he tries to work out who he should designate for beating on. After some deliberation he chooses Kurt Noble who's curled up in the corner nursing his injured arm, because screw it, beating a lifeless body is no fun. Blade grabs Noble and yanks him up to to a vertical level, pushing him back into the turnbuckle and delivers repeated shoulder charges to the gut of Noble. He then grabs Noble's injured arm and almost rips it clean off with a Short Arm Clothesline. Pulling Noble up again he then repeats the process again but with twice as much force, causing Noble to do a full backflip and of course, land on his bad right arm. Noble screams out in pain, his target appendage being abused now.

Chase: Look at Blade there, he's inhuman. Did you see the way Noble's head snapped back after he took that clothesline? It makes you feel physically sick.

Blade has only just begun his evil work though. Noble, who's still writhing in agony finds himself in for a rude awakening when Blade drags him off the floor and strikes him in the gut with a hard knee. Blade then powers Noble up in the air with a Military Press, holding him up high like he's a ragdoll. Noble kicks his legs feebly, trying to escape the mighty grip of Blade but it's to no avail. Blade carries his prey towards the edge of the ring ropes, evil intentions in mind as he launches Noble like a rocket out of the ring with a Military Press. Noble flies through the air, the look of terror in his eyes as he hurtles towards the entrance ramp. With a thud, he smacks into ramp like a lightning bolt with an audible, metallic thud that re-vertebrates around the ring as he lands on his side, crushing his injured arm underneath him. Blade can't help but smirk at his handiwork, impressed with just how well that went at Noble flails and cries at the excruciating pains surging through his arm.

Harvey: Good grief! Blade must've thrown the poor man about fifteen feet and dropped him onto his already injured arm.

Chase: Look at that sick smile on Blade's face, he's done Noble an injury here and you can tell he's happy about it.

EMT's run out in their numbers to attend post-haste to Noble who's clutching his arm and squawking. With Noble safely out of the picture, Blade turns and finds himself the victim of Gates' high-flying abilities. A Wheelbarrow Bulldog brings the big Englishman slamming down onto his face. Rebel, who still hasn't quite recovered from the ten foot superplex he received rolls out of the ring to recover. He makes a slow crawl towards the timekeepers table while Blade and Gates duke it out just like the match started. With Blade down and Gates the only man in the ring he can work his art like only the way he can. Gates comes down on top of Blade with the power of a Flying Fortress Bomber after a Lionsault and hooks both legs to make the pin but Blade powers his way out. Storming up off the floor, Blade points a defiant finger and declares war on the Undisputed Champion. He lunges with a Big Boot aimed for CJ Gates' skull but Go Big or Go Home ducks underneath it and brings Blade down with a spinning wheel kick, the back of his boot connecting to the skull.

Chase: This is mayhem ladies and gentlemen. We've just seen Noble be attended to by EMT's with what could potentially be a fractured or even broken arm, Rebel appears to be joining us on commentary apparently and now it's down to Blade and Gates in the middle of the ring.

Harvey: We've still got a long way to go ladies and gentlemen. If you have hats, hold onto them. And if you don't, well hold onto your seats instead, you're about to get blown away.

Blade spends about five seconds nursing his forehead after the North Dakotan cowboy puts him on his ass. Then he gets up and can only watch and stare as CJ Gates connects with a skull-jittering enziguiri that brings Blade to his knees. Dazed and confused, CJ Gates then serves up a nice hot bowl of Shining Wizard for Blade's delight and delectation. With a mouthful of knee, Blade's head snaps back and to the left as he hits the deck. Meanwhile, Noble's arm is now all wrapped up in a bandage and he's being escorted out of the arena by an army of EMT's. Noble's face tells the story. He's never been in this much pain, both physical and mental. The fact that he's been pulled out by injury is absolutely soul-destroying for him. Johnny Rebel on the other hand is making the best of his bad situation. He massages his spine as he gets up, using the spare steel chair by the timekeepers table to help him get up. Shaking his head free of the cobwebs, he then takes the chair and folds it up. The crowd start booing this decision, much to Rebel's delight.

Chase: Oh now hang on a minute. Johnny Rebel is going for the steel chair. But the referee is wide awake and this isn't a No Disqualification match.

Harvey: Uh, yes it is. It's a Fatal Four-Way. There's no disqualifications and no count-outs in a Fatal Four-Way. Plus, it's the main event of Rasslemania. I doubt the ref is gonna' let this one go on a Disqualification.

He's right as well. Rebel slides into the ring as CJ Gates continues to deliver a fine selection of beating to Blade, his back turned to Simply F'N Put. With his chair held overhead he makes a blind charge to smash the steel chair into Gates' back but Gates senses it and dodges. Instead, Rebel cracks the steel chair over Blade's head instead. The hardy Blade simply stares down at his former ally, Rebel, completely unfazed by the chair shot. Rebel stares baffled, his hardest chair shot survived by the true dark horse in this match. Finally though, Blade's knees give way and he collapses having delayed the inevitable for only so long. Rebel grins and turns to go and resume the attack on CJ Gates but he's much too late as Gates flies towards him like a rocket with a Springboard Dropkick right to the steel chair. Rebel damn near beheads himself with his own chair as the force of Gates dropkick rings with a sound like a gunshot.

Harvey: Good night Johnny Rebel! That steel chair driven right into his own face by the force of a speeding CJ Gates. You know what they say right? Cheaters never prosper.

Chase: You say that but if Rebel somehow ends up walking away with the championship even after taking a shot like that then I'd be call that statement into question.

The crowd go bananas as the champ takes full control of the match. Blade tries to catch CJ Gates off guard with another surly big boot but Gates catches it and uses the momentum to spin Blade around. From the back, Gates hooks an Inverted DDT and slams Blade down hard into the ground. Gates then goes back to his nemesis, Rebel and launches himself off the ropes with a Springboard Knee Drop, smashing Rebel's head against the chair. Up on the entrance ramp there's a disturbance. Bursting through a crowd of EMT's, Kurt Noble charges the ring as fast as he can. Ripping off his bandages and holding onto his arm, the crowd roar their approval as Noble grabs his cane and slithers into the ring, raising it like a fencing sword before going to work on his opponents. He immediately hits CJ Gates in the gut with it before cracking him one across the back with it. Pure adrenaline surges through Noble's veins now, negating the pain in his arm.

Harvey: Noble is back and he's going wild! Look at him, he's just hit CJ Gates with his cane!

Chase: Blade is back on his feet now to meet the challenge of Noble the Knight!

True facts from the commentary. Blade is indeed up and running once more and seeing Noble charge the ring with the cane like a knight from the realm triggers his internal instincts to finish the job he started. Roaring forward with a flying strike, his attempt is misguided as Noble takes a nimble sidestep and cracks him right in the forehead sending him down like a heap of potatoes. Gates once again springs back to his feet and tries to disarm Noble but he too takes another shot to the face with his signature cane. Only one man remains to be marked with the cane of Noble and that's Johnny Rebel, the now bloody competitor who's hauling himself up off his face print in the steel chair. Noble swings for the fences but a livid Rebel catches the cane in his hands and disarms Noble with a swift toe kick to the stomach. Rebel then swings the cane with authority, cracking Noble so hard across the back with it that it actually breaks clean in half.

Harvey: Uh oh, Noble will not be happy with that! Johnny Rebel just broke his cane!

Chase: Can you see Rebel's face? He's got more blood on him than the Toulouse gunman.

Harvey: Does the concept of “too soon” mean anything to you?

Rebel roars a war cry to an unappreciative crowd as he grabs Noble by his head and looks to try and get the win early here. Dragging Noble into piledriver position, he hooks the left arm up but makes his own personal modification. He grabs the battered right arm and pulls it through across Noble's chest underneath him. So when he leaps backwards and finally hits The Putdown onto a steel chair no less he damn near shatters Noble's arm. The awful sounding crunch as Noble's arm smashes into the steel chair causes the fans to collectively cringe. Noble screams out again, rolling around like a man on fire while nursing his arm. Rebel wastes no time and goes for the pin. This one has to be over.

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THREE-NO, SHOULDER UP by Noble!

Harvey: My God, can you believe it? This match is still going. Not because the pin was broken up but because Noble had the resolve to force what is no doubt a broken arm out and up to break the pin! Is there any stopping that man?

Chase: Nothing else matters to Noble right now. It's all about getting that championship gold.

Rebel stares at the referee in total disbelief. Noble kicked out of the pin but he's suffering because of it. While Rebel busied himself with confronting the referee, Noble crawled towards the turnbuckle so he can nurse his wounds. At the same time, Blade and CJ Gates both make it back to their feet to find Rebel, his eyes burning with rage as he comes a hairs breadth away from assaulting an official. Blade takes mind of the distraction and whirls Rebel around by his shoulders to lay him out with a Gutbuster. Gates makes good an attack on Blade, a swift kick to the stomach but Blade launches back with a violent throat-thrust that damn near uproots Gates off his feet. Blade with a kick to the gut goes for a Power Bomb, a move that Gates knew all too well this match and starts to carry the champion towards the edge of the ring.

Harvey: We've seen this already before in the match. Last time, Blade damn near killed Noble with a fifteen foot throw from the ring to the floor and now this time he's going to focus his strength and powerbomb him right onto the concrete outside the ring.

Chase: Look, Gates is fighting back though!

Gates counter offence before Blade can put him in an early grave is to rapidly jab Blade between the eyes with some stern punches. Blade tries anyway to throw him down but the revitalised Gates uses the momentum for a Hurricanrana to send Blade crashing down to the floor outside the ring. Gates clings onto the apron for dear life as Blade hits the ground hard, all his momentum and weight carrying into a heck of a drop. As Blade staggers back up to his feet he thinks he's safe for now but Gates has some devious intentions in mind. Gates bounces off the ropes and gets a vertical leap of about six feet in the air as he launches himself over the top rope and cannons into Blade sending them both crashing into the announce table with incredible power. Blade's spine gets slingshot right into the table while Gates head bounces off the surface of the announce table like a basket ball.

Harvey: Good grief! Some of the best high-fliers use the ropes to sorta' springboard themselves over the top rope into opponents but Gates doesn't give a crap about that. He just leapt over the top rope and onto Blade like a human lawn dart.

Chase: Neither man is moving, it's down to Noble and Rebel now to pick up the scraps.

Knowing that it's only him and a bruised and bloody Johnny Rebel left in the ring, Noble makes haste for plans. He pulls Johnny Rebel off the floor and hooks up for the Noble Neckbreaker straight away but Rebel twists out into a wrist lock and gut kick to hunch his adversary over. In prime position, Rebel looks to sink in The Putdown. Both arms hooked and nowhere to run, Rebel leaps backwards but as soon as his feet leave the floor Noble slips his arms out and yanks Rebel's legs out from underneath him. Noble pulls Rebel kicking and screaming to the centre of the ring and faster than the eye can see he has Dance with the Devil locked in with deadly precision. There's a close up of Rebel's face, bloody and screaming as he suffers one of Noble's deadliest finishers.

Chase: This is it, Noble has the Dance with the Devil locked in on Johnny Rebel and there's nobody in to break it!

Harvey: Front and centre, right in the middle of the ring. There's absolutely no way in Hell Rebel can survive this.

In excruciating pain, Rebel tries desperately to claw his way towards the bottom rope. His nails rip the fabric of the ring beneath them as he seeks to get to the bottom rope. Noble screams a valiant war cry as he applies more torque to the submission, knowing that if he keeps pushing Rebel will either tap out or snap in half. Closer and closer still, Rebel clings on for dear life, slapping the mat as he tries to get closer. The referee asks Rebel if he wants to submit but The Chicago Native with the lionheart fights on. He's not giving up his chance to be the champion he knows he can be. Noble starts screaming for Rebel to tap but the psychology fails him. Rebel finally, after a good minute or so of being in the agonising Canadian submission hold gets a hand to the bottom ropes. At what cost though? Noble doesn't realise Rebel's made it to the ropes until the referee starts counting. Noble turns to see that Rebel has his bloody fingers wrapped around the bottom rope and his heart sinks to the pit in the bottom of his stomach. He can't afford to waste time. He-Noble grabs Rebel's legs again and yanks him away, this time locking in the Quixote Lock. Rebel's going nowhere!

Harvey: Rebel makes it to the bottom ropes but wait, Noble is applying that deadly Quixote Lock. Right in the middle of the ring with Kurt Noble's entire body weight wrapped around him, after that strength sapping, career shortening Dance with the Devil, this is over!

Chase: Rebel has to tap! You can see it in his eyes! He can't go on!

Rebel cries out and shakes his head, knowing that the end is near. He reaches out a final time to try and shift his weight forward but realises that Noble is going nowhere and finally reaches to tap out as sense prevails over pride. Rebel knows his ankle will snap if he doesn't cave. He finally commits to his decision but Blade rushes in to make the save by smashing Johnny Rebel in the face with the APW Undisputed Championship. The shot puts Rebel out and . Blade however saves the match by smashing the APW Undisputed Championship right into Johnny Rebel's face. With Rebel knocked out cold, he can't tap at all and so Blade gives an encore and cracks Noble with the title too. Blade separates the two and pulls a limp Noble to his feet for the RaZorblade. Blade makes sure to linger in the submission stage of his finisher, really applying the crunch of the deadly Argentine Rack getting a dizzying high off of Noble's screams of pain. Finally he goes for the decisive DDT, smashing Noble's head into the canvas with every ounce of strength he can muster. Noble's out for the count and Blade is right on it.

Harvey: This is it, this is it! Blade, the dark horse is gonna' win this one!

Chase: Noble has sustained too much damage! There's no way he can survive that!

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THREE-NO! Break up by CJ Gates!

Harvey: The champion there saves the match!

Gates' flying elbow drop to the back of Blade breaks up the count just in the nick of time. Noble starts rolling away to the corner, his resolve drained beyond restoration after sustaining so much punishment. Gates' through gritted teeth starts swinging for Blade again sensing the opportunity to put him out for good. Gates lays Blade out with the Stamp of Approval, putting him flat on his back. He's not done yet either. With everyone down, Gates climbs the top rope and signals for The Gatecrasher on Blade. He connects, the walls breaking down as the Spiral Tap hits the target dead on. Knowing he's got it on lock now, Gates drapes an arm over The Englishman and the referee slides in to make the count.

Chase: The hook, the cover!

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THREE-NO, BLADE KICKS OUT!

Chase: That's it. I'm officially retiring from life. I've seen it all now. Nobody will ever as be tough as Blade is. I'm deadly serious about that. Genghis Khan, Shaka, Jean Claude Van Damme, all of the worlds tough guys don't have a lick on Blade.

Harvey: Blade somehow manages to get his shoulders up! The crowd were so excited for CJ Gates to claim back his belt but Blade has the resolve and the where with all to keep on fighting. My co-commentator is right, Blade is tough but how long can his resolve hold up?

Gates makes obvious his intention to resume the offence on Blade until he sees the mangled body of Johnny Rebel start prying itself from the mat. Rebel's right eye has started swelling over, his face is a mess of dripping, scarlet agony and CJ Gates knows just what's going through his mind. Winning. Gates looks to square off with Rebel who grabs the steel chair and runs in swinging but Gates is far to savvy for that. A dropsault looks to catch Rebel in the face with his own implement again but Rebel's too smart for that and stops just out of reach of the kick. Landing on his face, Gates pushes up to see an overhead chair swing coming straight down at him and instinctively thrusts his legs around and sweep kicks Rebel out from underneath himself. Grabbing the chair, Gates throws it out of the ring underneath the bottom rope and hits a standing moonsault on Rebel. Gates then goes straight for the top rope again.

Harvey: Could we be about to see another Gatecrasher on Johnny Rebel?

Chase: No, look at that far away look in Gates' eye. I think he's got something else in mind.

And he's right. Gates lets out one final war cry before taking the leap of faith for a Sophistication, a beautiful 450 splash which has the cameras flashing from corner to corner of the building. Everyone knows what's coming now as he makes the beautiful flip and a half to crash down until-OH MY GOD. Blade lunges and catches him in mid-air, before powering him damn near to Hell into the mat with a Spinebuster in Mid-Air. All the momentum and inertia combined with Blade's inhuman strength makes for a mighty crunch. Nevermind Spinebuster, Spinebreaker might be a more appropriate name as Blade digs Gates' grave with all the force of a nuclear bomb. Blade doesn't waste a second and goes straight for the cover.

Harvey: What beautiful timing by Blade! Catching him Mid-450 Splash and putting him out of commission with a Spinebuster! Words can not describe how amazed I am!

Chase: Blade is making the cover! Can anyone recover from that sensational piece of wrestling?

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THREEEEEEEEEEE-NO, CJ GATES KICKS OUT!

Harvey: CJ Gates kicks out after taking what is sure to be the most powerful spinebuster the wrestling industry has ever seen! You can't even fathom the amount of force that was involved in that!

Chase: I honestly think I might be dead right now. I have died and gone to wrestle-heaven. This may be the most beautiful thing I've ever watched.

Blade is in absolute disbelief. He's never pulled off anything quite so tremendous in his life and here he is, the strongest situational weapon any one man could muster and there goes the resolve of the champion to somehow, someway find the power within him to kick out. Blade is nothing short of mortified. He starts to protest violently to the referee with accusations of slow-count and “gender bias” amongst his other inane ramblings. Blade, who has a steady stream of blood pouring out of his nose tries to grab Gates and finish the job but finds himself stopped by Johnny Rebel who whips him around and continues the finisher series with The Putdown, laying out Blade in the middle of the ring. That's not all though. Simply Put climbs the top rope and finishes the job with The Chicago Crux, a diving Leg Drop with titanic force across his throat.

Chase: That's it! That's it! Chicago Crux! Rebel has it now!

Harvey: Cover!

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THREEEEEEEEE-KICK OUT by Blade!

Chase: How does he do it? How does Blade keep fighting on?

Rebel is in absolute disbelief but before he can argue with the referee himself he finds himself caught up in a Noble Neckbreaker, slamming him with such force and conviction that Rebel's head actually bounces up off the mat. That level of impact so close to the bottom rope leads to Rebel rolling out of the ring and landing in a heap on the floor. Nobody quite knows how but Blade is again on the warpath while CJ Gates crawls from one turnbuckle to another, trying desperately to reach his championship belt where Blade threw it before. Blade runs for a Big Boot at Noble but Noble ducks and hooks the bigger man for The Mark of Nobility. Noble uses every bit of his remaining energy and adrenaline, fighting through an injured arm and literally running on fumes now to remove Blade from play and throw him out onto Johnny Rebel. Rebel and Blade lie as a heap of tangled bodies out side the ring, crushing him as a result.

Harvey: Noble has just disposed of both Rebel and Blade, now it's just him and the man he's so desperate to beat going at it in the final showdown.

Chase: CJ Gates has got that championship belt in his hands. I think he's realised that nothing he can do with his bare hands is going to keep any of these men down. It's time to put this one to bed Gates!

It's the final stand for CJ Gates. His championship reign depends on the success of his next move or else it's curtains. With the backing of the fans he slowly hauls up, barely having the strength to support his own bodyweight. Noble is unaware of the threat that awaits behind him. Gates makes his final crusade into battle and makes the last charge with everything he has left, sheer desperation channelling his every move. “Go Big or Go Home” is the only words running through his head as Noble turns around, the look of horror in his eyes as CJ Gates comes in ready to finish the job with a strike of the championship belt. Noble's too shocked to react and it seems all but inevitable until... CJ falls...

Harvey: CJ Gates is going to end this! Wait, he's falling! CJ hits the ground! He can't fight on any longer if he can't even stand!

The colour drains out of Gates' face as the championship belt flies out of his hands and lands right at the feet of Kurt Noble, who's ragged breathing is all that's keeping him going. Gates tries desperately to heave his body towards Noble and grab that title but Noble puts his boot on the belt. Instead of picking it up himself though he simply says “No” and slides it to the nearest corner. If you thought that the crowd loved that, they loved Noble's next move even more. He offered his injured right hand to CJ Gates who stares at him, looking completely bewildered.

Kurt Noble: This isn't about the championship. This is about you and me, proving who the best in the industry really is. Come on, you owe it to me and these people to go one more round with me. Take my hand.

CJ Gates takes a moment to think about it and then accepts. He takes Noble's hand who pulls him to his feet. The crowd go bananas at this show of respect as Gates is pulled up, Kurt Noble well and truly living up to his family name.

Harvey: And these fans are going wild. The respect between these two men is one of the purest, amazing things I've ever seen in this squared circle. If this isn't conclusive proof that Noble had no intention of stealing Gates' title these past few weeks, then I don't know what is.

Chase: Some of these fans have tears in their eyes. It's a beautiful show of respect between two of the best athletes this industry has to offer! The admiration these two men have for one another is akin to the admiration that these fans have for them.

It's all come down to this. Kurt Noble VS CJ Gates. Who will be the man that walks out of here with the Undisputed Championship? The answer is neither. The epic standoff is disrupted by the return of Blade who looks as furious as ever and Johnny Rebel who looks like he's just been pried from a fatal car wreck. Both men storm the ring simultaneously and it ends up just like it started. Blade goes straight after Gates, Rebel goes straight for Noble and soon there's a crazy brawl with fists flying everywhere. Suddenly, Gates delivers a sharp throat thrust to Blade and tries the Seal of Approval while Noble hooks up Mark of Nobility but both men counter with well-timed strikes. Noble finds himself falling pray to The Putdown once more while Blade looks to hit The RaZorblade. Rebel is already making a pin when Blade hoists up CJ Gates though...

Harvey: Rebel's going to steal one right from underneath his deadly allies nose!

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THREEEEEEEEE-NO, Blade drops Gates on his head practically and boots Rebel in the head.

Chase: Blade breaks up the pin! Good Lord almighty, I think this match would've been over by now if Blade hadn't damn near broken Gates' neck by dropping him on his head!

Blade doesn't even take a moment to hesitate for what he's about to do. A protesting Rebel is about to lash out at Blade but Blade won't take it. Blade grabs Rebel and lifts him up on his shoulders for a Powerbomb straight to the concrete below. Rebel's spine cracks loudly as he hits the ground with a nasty thud, but it's no quite over yet. With CJ Gates behind him, Blade turns into a Shoulder Jawbreaker which stuns Blade but doesn't take him off his feet. Gates then hits the Dropsault and sends Blade tumbling over the top rope and crashing to the floor once more. This time for good. His chest heaving as he tries to suck in as much breath as he can, thoroughly exhausted from the experience he finally turns to Noble who once again is nursing his injured arm.

Harvey: Will Gates show Noble the same civility he just showed him?

Gates stands tall over Noble, casting an eye down at him as he massages a severely injured right arm. Noble shouldn't really be competing in this match anymore but he's fought on despite it all. CJ Gates has all this in consideration when he offers a hand for him to get up, just like Noble did.

CJ Gates: Come on. You're going big or you're going home. We're not half-assing this.

Once again the crowd go bananas for this show of respect as Noble claws his way up to his feet desperately. The two square off centre stage, the battle to end all battles. Noble goes for a quick strike but Gates blocks and kicks him in the stomach. Gates leaps up for a Hurricanrana but Noble clings onto him and brings him down for a powerbomb type pin. Gates skilfully converts it into a Cross Armbreaker on his right arm but Noble is able to roll out of it before Gates can lock it in properly. Both men bound back to their feet as Noble swings again for another strike but Gates parries behind him and hooks in a German Suplex but takes an elbow to the head before he can finish it. Noble spins around and hooks his own Rear Waist Lock only for Gates to start running backwards and sandwich Noble between himself and the turnbuckle. Gates gets out the way and allows Noble to stagger out the corner so he can hit a Whisper in the Wind but Noble ducks, a move Gates expects so he lands on his feet. The crowd, wowed by the display put on by these two men vocalise their support with “Noble” and “Gates” chants breaking out.

Harvey: This is it, they're going all out. This is the kind of match that young wrestlers dream of being in.

Chase: And there's no end in sight!

Noble is the next to move and uses the distraction to try and hit The Mark of Nobility to make good on CJ Gates' landing but Gates rolls off the shoulders and lands on his feet behind Noble. Gates then twists Noble around and goes for the Seal of Approval but Noble lunges forward and tackles Gates to the mat before hooking a flip bridge pin which Gates instantly kicks out of. Both men are back on their feet once more. They know that the next finisher is going to end it. Gates launches himself for a Springboard Crossbody but Noble hits the deck and Gates lands right on his ribs. Noble tries to hook a Noble DDT but this too proves to be ineffective too. That's when CJ Gates pulls something out of his bag that nobody expected. He went for the The Noble Neckbreaker. Noble knows exactly what he's going for and escapes, trying to transition into a Shoulder Jawbreaker but Gates is able to shove him off.

Harvey: Back and forth, back and forth, as soon as one man breaks through the armour that's it!

Chase: I can't believe they just tried to steal each others finishers!

Finally, it appears that CJ Gates lands the killing blow when Noble attempts a Noble Neckbreaker of his own but Gates fends him off with a jaw-shattering Superkick. Both men hit the deck and all action in the ring ceases. Gates can barely believe his eyes that he's actually managed to put Noble down, the momentum shifting straight in his favour now. Gates takes one look around to survey the scene and knows exactly what he's going for. Scaling the turnbuckle, using every last fibre of his being to make his way to the top he delivers a proud salute to the fans before leaping off for the Sophistication, the beautiful 450 splash that's already been used once in this match. Cameras flash for the final time as Gates comes down like Hiroshima on his rival but like the mythical phoenix, Noble rises from the ashes and catches Gates on the comedown with a devastating Noble Neckbreaker. The crowd go absolutely bananas as Noble somehow manges to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat, Gates' head crashing into the mat thanks to the cutter. These people know what's happening next.

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THREEEEEEEEEE!

Winner and the NEW APW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION: KURT NOBLE!

Harvey: HE DID IT, HE DID IT, KURT NOBLE IS THE NEW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION!

Chase: Holy Cow! What a match we just witnessed! Did you see that?

Harvey: It's been a long, brutal, twenty five minute match up with some very game competitors but my God, you can not question the heart of the man himself Kurt Noble.

The referee hands Kurt Noble the APW Undisputed Championship, tears streaming down his cheeks as the ring announcer proudly declares what we all want to hear.

Tony Ferrari: Here is your winner and the NEWWWWWWWW Action Packed Wrestling Undisputed Champion.... KUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRTTTTTT... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBLEEEEEEEE!

Harvey: Can you believe it? These men went the whole hog here tonight and had an epic collision. I've never seen such an amazing match in all my years. You have to give credit to Rebel, who took a beating unrivalled in this company and Blade, a man who came back swinging no matter how many times they tried to put him down and of course our former champion CJ Gates who brought the fight in this classic. But in the end you have to give it to Noble, a man who may well have a broken arm who fought through EMT's to get back into the mix. This is what wrestling is all about, putting it all on the line for the fans, the glory and the right to be called the best.

Streamers and confetti start falling from the ceiling and soon the ring is decked out in colour paper as Noble celebrates his valiantly earned victory. Holding his championship up high and proud, this emotional moment is only made more powerful by the arrival of the APW roster who filter out of the curtain in their numbers to come applaud and cheer the new Undisputed Champion. Everyone's there. All of the current and new champions, the ex-champions and even those that weren't booked on the card as well as the talent agents, medical staff and of course President Jeff. They all beam with pride. Most proud of all though is Chris Hart who makes his way through the swarms of people to run down the entrance ramp. With a warm embrace to his best friend, he and Noble raise the championship high in the air to a sterling applause.

Harvey: What a celebration. The entire roster has come to congratulate him as has his best friend, Chris Hart!.

Finally, CJ Gates begins to stir having only just come to realise what has happened. With sorrow in his eyes, he humbly gets up and offers his hand to CJ Gates who gratefully accepts it and they shake.

Harvey: Only a man with the level of class that CJ Gates has could do what he just did. He offered his congratulations to the fair winner of this contest. Any other man would simply turn him down.

Gates then makes a modest exit from the ring as Noble climbs the turnbuckle and with his battered arm holds up the championship for everyone to see as the screen fades to black.