Overdrive - Portland, Maine (04/05/12)

[President Jeff]

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

Harvey: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the April 5th edition of Thursday night Overdrive! This crowd is pumped here tonight after the excitement was that Rasslemania VIII!

Chase: I can’t say I blame them! I’m still shaking from how amazing some of those matches were!

Harvey: Well, we may still be in shock from what occurred at Rasslemania VIII, but that doesn’t mean APW is when you look at the stellar card tonight! We have a hotly anticipated line-up tonight, including former Undisputed Champion CJ Gates facing off against Keaton Saint!

Chase: I have nothing to say about that after my #VowofSilence…but I can say I’m personally excited to see Johnny Rebel thrash that washed up old Pence Weatherlight!

Harvey: We also begin the road to Mayhem tonight by finding out who will face John Dionysus for the Xtreme Title at Mayhem! Will it be former contender Michael Harris or young upstart Chris Hart?

Chase: And finally, we have the Champion of all Main Events…literally!

Harvey: Oh I can’t wait to see Xtreme Champion John Dionysus, Overdrive Champion Terry Marvin, and new Undisputed Champion Kurt Noble faceoff to see who is the unequivocal Champion of APW!

The camera focuses on the stage as “I Will Not Bow” blasts through the speakers to a thunderous amount of cheers! After a few moments, none other than Kurt Noble steps out himself…with the Undisputed Title in hand! He raises it high into the air as cheers deafen nearly deafen the commentators!

Harvey: And here’s the man of the house himself! Chase, Kurt Noble thought that I assumed was the impossible by defeating Blade, Johnny Rebel, and CJ Gates to win the Undisputed Title, the only title change that occurred at Rasslemania! We’ve been told to expect a big announcement from or new Undisputed Champion!

Chase: He may have won the title, but he hasn’t won my respect! I’m hoping he announces his retirement!

Noble limps down to the ring, taking slightly longer than normal due to his injuries. He enters the ring, and poses with the title in the air before taking a microphone, and allowing the music to shut off.

Noble: I may not have won 600 million dollars in the Mega Millions Lottery…but Goddamn, I sure am feeling like a winner tonight!

Noble grins as the crowd cheers him, pausing his speech with a “KURT NOBLE” chant!

Noble: Maybe I’m feeling like this because at APW Rasslemania, I did exactly what I pledged to do: Win. For weeks, I was told that this match was really between CJ Gates and Johnny Rebel, and that I was just a sideshow, a ‘distraction’ from the real Main Event. I was told that I ‘stole’ CJ Gates’s Championship, and that I didn’t respect him…but I proved that wasn’t the case during the Main Event. I gave CJ Gate, Rebel, and Blade the performance of my career…and then I *won* the Undisputed Championship from CJ. Ladies and Gentlemen, after seven long months in APW, I am your *new* Undisputed Champion!

Another round of cheers as Noble nods his head.

Noble: But, I didn’t come out here to sing my own praises about Rasslemania…no, I have a different goal tonight. Tonight, I am going to personally announce my challenger for APW Mayhem next month.

Harvey: Oh my God! We’re going to know the Mayhem Main Event tonight!

Chase: What, Champions are picking their challengers now? What’s to stop Noble from picking…Mr. Dangerous?

Harvey: Fear?

Noble: I’ve been allowed a certain amount of leeway in picking my Mayhem challenger, and I don’t intend to give myself an easy night. To prove that I am the best, I have to *beat* the best. So, who’s the best? Is it Overdrive Champion Terry Marvin after his harrowing ‘victory’ over Keaton Saint?

Noble aims the microphone towards the crowd…but their overwhelming “NO!” chant causes Noble to bring it right back.

Noble: Is it my personal friend, and Team Overdrive Survivor Chris Hart?

A strong cheer emits from the crowd, and Noble chuckles at a sign in the front row that reads “I Hart Noble.”

Noble: Or…after that vicious Cage Match, am I better off bringing some Asylum talent over and challenging…Sally Talfourd?

Sally’s name gets the loudest reaction from the crowd, unsurprisingly!

Chase: No, no Asylum contenders…even if it is Sally!

Noble: I’ve been thinking about my challenger, and I’ve decided that at Mayhem, I’m laying out a challenge to-

#Simply
#F’N
#Put!

Noble’s grin doesn’t diminish as he faces the ramp, where out walk Johnny Rebel to an absolutely scathing greeting from the crowd! Rebel does not appear pleased as he marches down to the ring, microphone already in hand.

Rebel: Stop right there Kurt! I’ve already got the answer to your question! See, after ‘seven long months’ of your nonsense, I’m pretty good at knowing exactly what you’re going to say, when you’re going to say it! So, let me be the first to say…I accept your challenge at Mayhem for the Undisputed Championship!

Noble’s eyebrow raises as Rebel shakes his head in apparent victory!

Chase: Noble vs. Rebel III? Hell yes!

Harvey: Rebel said that, not Kurt...

Noble: Well that was…impressive…

Rebel: It’s a talent of mine after listening to you drone on and on for all these months! Let’s face it, there isn’t anyone else on this roster that deserves the shot. Marvin? I beat him! Hart? I beat him too! Talfourd? I could beat her too if I had the chance! There’s not one person on this roster that deserves this shot at the Undisputed Championship more than me…especially since you interfered in what was going to be Johnny Rebel vs. CJ Gates in the Rasslemania Main Event-

Noble: Actually, what’s impressive is that you named the *last* person on my list of challengers.

Rebel looks flustered as Noble grins to himself.

Noble: You know, across the last seven months, I too have developed a talent: being able to recognize that crybaby face of yours when you don’t get what you want. In fact, I’m going to give APW something to trend about right now. I’m calling it your… #RebelBabyFace because there sure is a lot of crying going on!

Rebel’s face turns red as “CRY MORE!”

Rebel: Shut up! You think you walk with such a big stick for such a small man! Face it Kurt, no one on this roster has beaten you more times than I have! I DESERVE to be the next challenger in line, and I WILL get my shot at you whether you like it or-

Noble: Will you stop your Goddamn crying already?

“BABY FACE” chant spring up, but Noble no longer looks amused at Rebel.

Noble: I won’t dispute that you and I have a history Johnny, and I assure you…we’re not through here. But, at Mayhem, there’s someone much more deserving than that deserves this shot. You had your chance, and you blew it. It’s time to move on Johnny…find yourself a new victim, because at Mayhem, it is NOT going to be Johnny Rebel vs. Kurt Noble for the Undisputed Championship!

Johnny Rebel is fuming as he gets face to face with Noble, who doesn’t show fear in facing Rebel. He glances down at the title on Noble’s shoulder, before dropping the microphone. Rebel steps back as “I Will Not Bow” blasts through the speakers!

Harvey: Well, we haven’t found at Noble’s challenger at Mayhem…but we’ve learned that it won’t be Johnny Rebel!

Chase: What did I say? Noble’s taking the easy road out! He has a chance to prove who really is the better man in a rubber match, and he won’t do it! What a coward!

Harvey: The night’s not yet over, and I’m sure we’ll learn the Undisputed Championship match before it is! But, up next is the triple threat debut match for three men, coming up right after this commercial break!

Noble and Rebel continued to have locked eyes as Rebel backs up out of the ring, before the scene fades to commercial

[President Jeff]

Harvey: And now we have...wait, what's going on?

The lights in the arena begin to flicker. Slowly but surely, they all go out, and the crowd is abuzz wondering what could be happening.

Chase: I don't know, but we're without power here...wait, what's on the video board?

What started out as a small amount of static has turned to a screen full of it. Slowly, a graphic comes up, reading, 'January 2006,' and when it fades out, we're transported back in time six and a half years, to a match that some fans in attendance instantly recognize from the long-defunct American Wrestling Alliance.

We see the squat, 6'1, 290-pound build of Quade deSade putting his opponent, a 6'8, 275-pound, thought-to-be-green newcomer, into the Crucifier, an elevated full nelson that doubled as one of the most lethal submission maneuvers of its time. However, the muscular rookie shocks the crowd by powering out of the move and, after several high-impact clotheslines, hit a gorilla press slam and big splash for the pin!

Audio: Here is your winner...and the NEW AWA No Limits Champion...A.C. SMITH!!!!!

Smith receives the title from the referee, and the video freezes on A.C. holding the belt high in the air. Suddenly, we hear a very recognizable voice over the video, one that sends longtime wrestling fans into a tizzy in the arena.

Voice: I've spent the last 10 years proving people wrong. And I've become one of the most dominant wrestlers in the world in doing so. Consider this a history lesson...the first of many.

And APW? Consider yourself officially on notice.

The video fades to static, and the noise comes up, but in front of the fuzzy picture comes a graphic in bold gray letters.

A.C. SMITH
HE'S COMING

This gets a big roar from the crowd, and our announcers are visibly shocked as the lights come back on in the arena.

Harvey: WHOA! A.C. Smith? Coming HERE, to APW?!?!

Chase: A.C. calling himself one of the most dominant wrestlers in the world is a bold statement. But it's not an incorrect one. For the last 10 years, the Big Apple Asskicker has main-evented shows around the world, and he's been one of the biggest free agents in this sport since November. This crowd knows full well what he can do in the squared circle, and I for one can't wait to see him show up!

Harvey: It just goes to show that you never know what's going to happen here on Overdrive! The Big Apple Asskicker, A.C. Smith, is coming to APW, and one can only wonder how he'll change the very landscape of Action Packed Wrestling when he arrives.


Paige: The following contest is a Triple Threat match featuring 3 new APW Megastars

”This just in: Wrestling is finally COOL again. Delikado…IS…HEEEEEEERE!”

With this epically deep-throated narration, a nuclear explosion is heard going off somewhere as Delikado walks out and stands in place just a few inches from the curtain. As “Hurricane 2000” by Scorpions starts playing, the Cuban looks out to the ring and points to it with his left index finger before holding out his open right hand and slowly clenching it into a fist of pain--for everyone else. The crowd goes nuts while Delikado slowly walks down the ramp, a little swagger in his powerful steps of Bossness.

Paige: Introducing first, from Pinar del Río, Cuba, weighting in at 169 pounds, DELIKADO

Delikado continues to swagger on down the ramp while staring into the camera and posing confidently, before faking a kick at it. He stops and gestures coolly with both arms in the air, giving the fans a reason to finally enjoy wrestling…AND LIFE! Mister Cuba continues walking until he is at the outside of the ring. He looks at another camera, raising an eyebrow, and fakes a punch to it before jumping up and standing on the side of the ring with his hands on the ropes. Delikado now waits for the match to start as he lazily leans over the top rope and stares out at the crowd, a highly amused smirk of superiority on his face.

"I want to fight, I want to fight, So turn and forfeit."[/b[

Dry iced fog starts foaming out of the tunnel entrance as the fans are patiently waiting to see the "Warlock". Out of the fog jumps Pax Constantine wearing Designer shades, an Unbuttoned Sky Blue dress shirt & Sky Blue tights with "Constantine" written in black cursive on the back of them. Constantine feigns slaps to fans' hands nodding his head to the music and mouthing the words as the fans flick him off. The obscenities don't fade the young pupil of Edward Croft.

Paige: Introducing second, from Chicago Illinois, Weighing in at 230 pounds, PAX CONSTANTINE

He guides himself inside the ring where he takes off the Shades & Shirt and throws them into the heated hot crowd. The fans of his fight for the shirt while someone who hates him throws the shirt back in disgust as Constantine gives the female fan a sick smirk. He yells out "I'm That Damn Good!" before taking some hyped up laps around the ring with stretches in between awaiting his opponent/s and the fight of his life.

The beginning of the beat begins to play and the fans start getting exciting. RACK CITY RACK RACK CITY B*tch blares on the speakers and smoke fills up the entrance way. Slowly and a bit cockily ACE walks through smoke. He happened to take a hit of it and exhaled it up into the air, smiling at the crowd, and dancing along with the music. Ace has a white towel wrapped around his neck and he tosses it off for the crowd amusement.

Paige: And finally, from Baltimore Maryland, Weighing in at 251 pounds, XAVIER NOVA!

As the beat continues to go on he slowly makes his way to the way slapping all the hands that he can until he makes it to the ring. Slowly he steps up the onto the canvas and looks out into the crowd pointed to them all before making his way into the ring. ACE walks up to the turnbuckle and again goes along with music and tries to get the fans pumped up wit him.

Xavier Nova Vs Pax Constantine Vs Deilikado


The three men all lock up with each other in the middle of the ring. Pax and Xavier both knee Deli in the gut and they throw him into the ropes and they give him a double hip toss. Xavier goes for a cover
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Pax kicks Xavier in the back of the head. Pax pulls Xavier up and throws him to the corner. Pax runs at him and Xavier gets both his feet up into Pax face. Xavier runs out of the corner and takes Pax down with a clothesline. Deli kicks Xavier and takes him down with an X-Factor. Deli covers
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Harvey: All three of these guys making their APW debut here tonight, all need to win this match.

Chase: And tough part about this match is that you don’t have to be pinned to lose.

Pax pulls Deli up by his arm and gives him a code breaker on the arm. Deli rolls out of the way as Pax lifts Xavier up and then throws him into the ropes and hits him with a dropsault. Pax covers
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Deli pulls Pax off by his leg. Pax gets up and hits him with chops to the corner. Deli starts spearing Pax in the corner. Deli throws Pax to the opposite corner. Deli runs at Pax and hits him with a splash in the corner. Deli stumbles back and Xavier grabs him around the waist and German Suplexes him and bridges for the cover
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Harvey: All these men are showing a lot of heart here. They all want to win!

Chase: They all look evenly matched, it could be anybodies match!

Pax picks Xavier up and DDT’s him. Pax picks Deli up and scoop slams him and then goes to the ring apron and climbs up to the top rope. Deli gets to his feet and Pax comes off the top with a cross body, and Deli jumps and catches Pax with a dropkick to the gut. Deli covers
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Xavier dives in with a double axe handle to break the count.

Xavier grabs Deli and throws him through the ropes to the outside. Xavier goes to the corner and waits for Deli to get to his feet. He does and Xavier runs and spears Deli. Xavier covers
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Pax grabs Xavier by his legs and pulls him out of the ring.

Harvey: Pax and Xavier are right in front of us

Chase: I hope they don’t end up in our laps.

They exchange punches and Xavier grabs Pax and slams his face into the commentators table. Xavier goes into the ring and Pax grabs Xaviers leg. Xavier leans over the ropes and pulls Pax to the ring apron and pulls Pax head down over the top rope. Pax falls off the apron. Xavier turns and Deli nails Xavier in the jaw with a super kick.

Harvey: THE LAST CALL TO CUBA OUT OF NO WHERE!!

Deli covers hooking the leg.
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Winner: Delikado

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

Harvey: A big win for this new comer.

Chase: No thanks to Xavier, Pax takes the loss as well.

Deli celebrates in the ring as Pax looks on and we go to a commercial.

[President Jeff]

"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 with a determinate and focussed looked on his face, using the ropes to enter the ring.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Standing in the ring: from Manchester, England; he weighs 246lbs; he is...BLADE!

Harvey: I’m interested to see how Blade goes out here tonight, whether he can maintain the motivation after failing to claim the Undisputed Title at Rasslemania.

Chase: Blade doesn’t need any more motivation than to remember how he dominated large parts of that match.

Harvey: He did, but ultimately he didn’t walk out with the Championship belt.

“Where Eagles Dare” by The Misfits plays and brings out former APW Tag Team Champion Warren Peace, whose demeanour suggests he is his usual seething self. He slowly makes his way to the ring with a look of complete and utter contempt for those in the live audience.

Paige: Introducing his opponent: from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania; he weighs 200lbs; he is...WARREN PEACE!

Blade vs. Warren Peace

As Warren Peace climbs into the ring Blade wastes no time in beginning his offense. A few clubbing blows to the back and the ref calls for the bell to begin the match. Peace retreats into a corner but Blade follows him all the way, raining blows down upon his head, neck and shoulders. Blade lifts Peace upright and drives arm into Peace’s face, connecting with an elbow thrust. Peace doubles over, but again Blade lifts him and lands a sick-sounding open palm strike to the chest, squeezing the air out of Peace’s lungs. Blade whips Peace across to the opposite turnbuckle and follows through with a running clothesline; Peace stumbles out of the corner, Blade bounces against the ropes, using them to gain extra momentum and nails a stiff running clothesline that knocks Peace off his feet.

Harvey: Wow! What a start to this match by Blade.

Chase: You’re absolutely correct Darren; I’m glad to see that focus from Blade that made him such a threat going into Rasslemania.

Blade decides not to make the cover, instead standing over Warren Peace and stalking him. Peace gets to his feet and Blade drives a knee into his midsection, doubling Peace over. Blade shows off his strength by lifting Peace into a gorilla press, walking to the centre of the ring with Peace still in that position and then dropping Peace down stomach first on Blade’s knee.

Harvey: High altitude gutbuster from Blade.

Chase: That would have sucked all the air out of Peace...and here’s a cover attempt.

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Peace kicks out.

Harvey: You have to wonder how much Warren Peace has left after this brutal early assault by Blade.

Chase: I do wonder Darren, are you reading my thoughts?

Blade lifts Peace up by the hair and gives him a hard shot with a closed fist to the face. Peace reels away, but Blade stalks him again, grabbing Peace by the hair and running him face first into a corner turnbuckle. Peace flops down to his knees, using the second rope to keep himself upright. Blade moves in from behind, locking in a half nelson choke and dragging Peace away from the corner. The ref is straight in doing his job and ordering Blade to break the illegal choke. There is the mandatory count and at four Blade transitions the choke hold into a falling neckbreaker. Blade makes a lazy cover...

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Peace easily kicks out!

Harvey: A little bit of unprofessionalism by Blade with that cover. If he’d hooked the legs or really pinned Warren Peace down, he could now be celebrating a win.

Chase: I’m sure he knows what he is doing. He is total control of this match right now.

Blade sticks three fingers up at the ref to indicate that should have been a three count, but the ref responds by vociferously shaking his head and sticking up in turn two fingers. Blade points at his eyes to indicate that the ref needs to pay greater attention and then lifts Peace to his feet. Blade kicks Peace in the midsection, doubling him over, then lifts him onto his shoulders into an Argentine rack position.

Harvey: Here we go...RaZorblade.

Chase: He hits this and it’s all over.

But Blade doesn’t get the chance to hit his finishing move because Warren Peace wriggles about on Blade’ shoulders, and even manages to slyly jab a digit into one of Blade’s eyes to break the hold. Peace slides off Blade’s shoulders, runs against the ropes and launches him low with a dropkick to the knee that sweeps Blade’s leg out from underneath him. Blade gets to his feet quickly, still holding his face from the poke to the eye, Peace reacts quickly with another low dropkick that again sweep Blade’s feet away, this time the Englishman lands hard face first on the mat and rolls away and out of the ring clutching his face. Warren Peace decides to go after Blade, but does so via the top turnbuckle. He climbs and when Blade turns to face him leaps to the outside taking down Blade with a senton splash.

Harvey: This is a strong comeback by Warren Peace.

Chase: He’s showing a lot of heart and a lot of attitude out there.

Harvey: Something he has distinctly lacked in recent weeks; you really sense if Warren Peace can pick up the win here it will get his APW career back on track.

Chase: And in the process further de-rail Blade’s progress.

That is definitely Peace’s intention and outside the ring he has Blade on his feet and whips him shoulder first into one of the ring posts. Blade bounces off and slumps against the guard rail. Peace charges in looking for a step-up knee to the face but Blade catches him in the air and counters with a devastating spinebuster onto the thin mats outside the ring. Both men remain down and take a breather as the ref begins the count-out from the ring.

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Peace slides into the ring just as the ref is about to call the ten count.

Harvey: Warren Peace has done amazingly well to get up and walk again after that powerful move from Blade.

However, before Peace can collect his thoughts and his bearing Blade has grabbed him and planted him with a facebreaker knee smash. Blade makes the cover...

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Harvey: He’s taken a bit of beating here, but Warren Peace still has the presence of mind to get his foot on the rope.

Chase: I think he is only prolonging the punishment by doing so.

Blade is furious now, and he wants this match over with. Blade pulls Peace to his feet and tries to Irish whip him across the ring, but Peace counters with a reverse whip of his own, a kick to the midsection of Blade, followed by planting Blade face first with a DDT. Peace slides on top of Blade, reaching over to hook a leg by the knee pad...

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Peace grabs Blade by his dreadlocks and lifts him to his knees. The ref ‘has a word’ about the hair pulling and Peace starts to argue with him. This gives Blade a window of opportunity and he powers to his feet at the same time scooping up Warren Peace onto his shoulders. Peace is desperate and kicking and scratching like a cat unhappy to be picked up by a stranger. Again Peace squirms out of the hold, this time into a sleeper hold while taking a ride on Blade’s back.

Harvey: Another desperate reversal by Warren Peace.

Chase: He knows if Blade lands the RaZorblade there will be no kicking out.

The sleeper immediately takes effect and Blade drops down to one knee, but then a surge of strength leads Blade to run backwards into the nearest turnbuckle, but Peace does not loosen his grip. Blade repeats this again, and even though Peace is feeling it he maintains the hold. Again Blade drops to his knees and soon after slumps down onto the mat; Peace keeps the sleeper hold in place with the bodyscissors and orders the ref to check on Blade.

Harvey: Peace using that sleeper hold to great effect in taking down the bigger opponent.

Chase: Blade has collapsed like a horse shot with a tranquiliser.

The ref raises one of Blade’s arms only for it to flop straight back to the mat...ONE...The ref repeats and again the arm flops...TWO...A third and final time...THR...NO! Blade keeps his arm raised this time. Peace is furious and gets to his feet stomping all over Blade’s shoulders. Peace runs against the ropes and right back at Blade, but the Englishman counters whatever attack Peace has in mind by lifting him into the air and dropping the former Tag Champ face first onto the top rope with a flapjack.

Peace springs back right into Blade’s path; Blade scoops up Peace into the Argentine rack position, walks two steps to the centre of the ring and lands the DDT.

Chase: RaZorblade! There it is Darren...good night Vienna!

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Winner: Blade

Blade gets to his feet and has his arm raised by the ref as he is announced the match winner and “Bulls On Parade” blasts again from the PA. Blade marches over to the nearest turnbuckle and celebrates a return to winning ways.

Harvey: It is a win for Blade. I’m sure he is delighted to pick up the win after the disappointment at Rasslemania. But you have wonder ‘where next’ for Warren Peace. He really is stuck in a rut these days.

Chase: He is, but the only way he is getting out is to be on digging. As for Blade, that is a timely reminder that he is still a force to be reckoned with here on Overdrive.

Blade see's Warren struggling to get up. Blade goes over and helps him to his feet.

Chase: Look at Blade being a good sport.

Harvey: This is kinda unusual

With Warren on his feet, Blade checks to see if Warren is ok. Blade then lifts Warren up and gives him another RaZorblade

Chase: How great was that!

Harvey: I can't believe I fell for that.

Blade exits the ring and gets up the ramp as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

''Give it all'' by Rise Against blasts the PA system as the former APW undisputed champion, Level-One steps out from behind the curtain followed by the LeWinter sisters Kia & Violet and most notably the leader, Felipe DeLoren.

Harvey: Well, I guess Level-One has some new entrance music to go along with his sour old attitude!

Chase: You mean the attitude we've known for over three years? Champion or not; playing up to these fans has done nothing for his career! He did what's right!

There is no pyro. No fancy lighting. Nothing at all. Unless, you were to count the sour look stained upon the beaten and battered face of Level-One as he marched down the ramp, ignoring the boos coming his way. He's sporting casual street wear. A pair of blue jeans and a black shirt that has a picture of APW President Jeff in black and grey with the words ''OBEY'' written underneath the iconic image.

Harvey: I don't know what is up with Level-One's gear but he should be less worried about picking a fight with our President and more worried about redeeming himself after his loss against Sally Talfourd!

Chase: Sally is a APW world champion he doesn't need to redeem himself! He's looking into the future now, Harvey.

Kia and Violet LeWinter hold the ropes open for Level-One and Felipe who slip under the middle rope—Level-One retrieves a microphone from ringside and holds it to his lips. At this point a ''1-2-3!'' chant breaks out mocking him over his recent loss. As he's about to address the crowd Felipe snatches the microphone away from him.

Felipe DeLoren: Level-One, I am not going to let you demean yourself by talking to these infidels with a cheap, plastic microphone that has been on the edges of lips belonging to lesser beings. You are better then that. The Sindicate is better than that...

Level-One: Felipe, I guess I'm a sucker for old habits.

The crowd boos without mercy. With disgust Felipe DeLoren casts the APW microphone aside as he reaches into his suit and pulls out a microphone made out of pure gold. The sindicate logo is etched with diamonds on the crown of the microphone. Felipe DeLoren smiles ear to ear as Level-One grabs the microphone without a second thought.

Level-One: Your booing is futile. When I speak, you people will listen. Not because you want too but because you have no other choice. After all, the sound quality of this microphone is far superior then anything you people have ever heard before!

The LeWinter sisters laugh in the background as they too enjoy the crowds negative reaction.

Level-One: The Sindicate has had it specially made for me, so any and all imitators can consider themselves behind the curve! This microphone is just a mere sample of how we're revolutionizing the way things are done on Thursday Nights. You see with this... our voices are loud and clear. Our demands cannot be ignored. Your boos cannot drown us out no matter how hard you pathetic pigs try!

The boos grow even louder which only breaks laughter out of the Sindicate.

Level-One: Nonetheless, I'm here tonight dressed down like all you little people to show you what I was when I was more like YOU and less like ME! You see, people like you are the reason why I have been suspended medically from competing for a month by APW doctors and their supporting commissions! Little people like you are the reason I can't say F*CK at the top of my lungs without costing the network a fine from the FCC! Little people like YOU are the reason why I had to wrestle Sally Talfourd INSTEAD of CJ Gates for the APW Undisputed title!

''YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK!''

Level-One: You little people can't fathom not playing it safe! You can't fathom not being politically incorrect! You can't fathom me becoming a five time APW world champion because you feel I'd ruin the pecking order of the APW! Well, screw you all! The Sindicate doesn't CARE about YOU or your goddamned feelings! We're here to TAKE until NOTHING is left to TAKE and there isn't a thing Sally Talfourd or anyone else can do to stop it!

A Sally Talfourd chant starts as Level-One looks at Felipe DeLoren mischievously before addressing the packed crowd.

Level-One: Speaking of Sally Talfourd... I regret to inform you all that she will NO longer be apart of the Overdrive brand!

''BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!''

Harvey: So, the rumours are true.

Chase: It's a big loss, no doubt but the sindicate is here to fill the void!

Level-One: You see your little hero decided not to renew her contract with the Overdrive brand, instead after her spiel about how she was going to save you all from our wrath, ditched you. Why? Because you mean nothing to Sally Talfourd. She turned her back on you people just like I did... but yet, you idiots cheer her and boo me!?

The LeWinter sisters shake their head side to side in disapproval of the APW audience who at this point are really riled up!

Level-One: Sally Talfourd may have beat me at Rasslemania but her effort for a greater cause was futile. And now the only resistance to change is the likes of... well... you people.

An explosion of boos erupts as Level-One mockingly shrugs his shoulders—even the tempered Felipe DeLoren can't help but nearly double over in laughter.

Level-One: In fact, the only thing stopping me right now from walking up to... let's say, Kurt Noble? And just slapping that son of a bitch across his jawline is that I am not cleared to compete. The APW doctors say, it'll take at least a month before I can see action in a wrestling ring... and that's a problem.

The crowd cheers but then immediately begins to boo again as a shady figure in a white coat steps through the curtain. Even with all the boos the man remains fairly composed and professional.

Level-One: After trying to be cleared by doctor... after doctor... after doctor to no avail, the sindicate has taken it upon ourselves to find a professional who actually KNOWS his medicine.

Felipe DeLoren reaches out as Level-One passes him the golden microphone.

Felipe DeLoren: President Jeff, you will not keep our biggest asset off these cards any longer. Our doctor 100% Sindicate approved has stated clearly in his report that Level-One will be in tip top shape by the end of next week and that your medical suspension has been ruled null in void.

Level-One is handed the microphone as he lifts it to his lips and looks dead into the camera.

Level-One: You heard him. Book me, you mother ---

Overdrive abruptly jumps to a commercial break.

(We return from commerical break.)

Harvey: Well, that was quite the lecture from our former APW Undisputed Champion. In fact, it apparently went on a little longer then it should have. After all, Level-One wasn't supposed to even be here tonight!

Chase: According to who!? Time should always be made for our top talents! This is ridiculous!

Harvey: Well, I've just received word and apparently The Sindicate isn't happy about being cut off either. Violet of the Sindicate issued this statement during the break.

''We will be looking to work with President Jeff in correcting mistakes like these in the future. If that means firing a low carded non talents or adding time limits to specific matches—changes will be made to ensure The Sindicate receives ample television time on any given night. Thank you'' – Violet LeWinter

Chase: Damn, I like the way she thinks!

With that, Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

The scene opens backstage with ace reporter Cindy Shannon standing by with APW Xtreme Champion John Dionysus. The title belt is draped over the left shoulder of the champ who is selling a relaxed look.

Cindy Shannon: I’m standing here with John Dionysus, a man who two weeks ago at Rasslemania survived a brutal match against Michael Harris and retained his APW Xtreme Championship belt. Despite the beating you took, you must be very pleased to remain the Champion.

John Dionysus: Cindy, there have been few occasions in my career when I could say I was genuinely proud of what I achieved, and retaining at Rasslemania was certainly one of those times. I went there to walk out with this belt because I believe I can be the sort of Champion this belt needs, and I did just that. But I will give Michael Harris a lot of credit: he beat me like no man or woman has ever beaten me before. He took me right into the depths of Hell and he made me suffer. I know that will mean nothing to Harris because he is a great competitor and he wants to win, but he has proven to everyone that he is the real deal around here.

Cindy Shannon: And tonight you compete in your first ever main event on Overdrive in a Champion’s triple threat match between yourself, the new Undisputed Champion Kurt Noble, and the Overdrive Champion Terry Marvin. How well does this symbolise your rise here on Overdrive?

John Dionysus: Look, it’s great to be a main event match, and it is especially great to have the opportunity to fight the two other champions on this brand, but I know the challenge ahead of me tonight is huge...

Dionysus takes a pause.

John Dionysus: ...it’s the biggest of my life, in fact. I know Kurt Noble is a great champion and a great man, and I feel incredibly privileged to share the ring with him; Terry Marvin is as tenacious a competitor as there is in APW right now. Just look at what he did at Rasslemania and you will see he is never a man you take lightly because he works out all the angles, and he will do whatever it takes to get the win.

Dionysus takes a moment to think through what he wants to say next.

John Dionysus: It’s a big match for all of us because this match is all about the future and it is about every one of us wanting to take that next step: Kurt Noble wants to prove to everyone he is the man around here; Terry Marvin I know wants to leave that ring tonight having proved to everyone he should be the man around here; I’m going to that ring tonight to prove I deserve to be on the same level as the Kurt Nobles and the Terry Marvins.

Cindy Shannon: So, with you looking to the future, and having beaten Michael Harris twice now, have you drawn a line under this rivalry between you two?

John Dionysus: Drawn a line under it? Cindy, you should know as well as anyone I am in no position to draw a line under anything around here. I know as long as I have this belt in my possession nothing will ever be over. I mean, just look at tonight’s show, there is already a #1 contender’s match booked...

John Dionysus stops speaking as Michael Harris steps into scene, making sure he gets real close to Dionysus. The Xtreme Champ’s eyes are immediately drawn to Harris’, Dionysus turns and the two stare at each other with profound intensity. Cindy Shannon, nervous but not wanting to miss the opportunity, breaks the silence.

Cindy Shannon: Michael Harr...

Harris snatches the mic from Cindy Shannon and raises it to his lips.

Michael Harris: Every single night since RassleMania. I haven't been able to sleep. I haven't been able to eat. I haven't been able to do a damn thing except obsess over the fact that you beat me when we all know you aren't nowhere near as talented as you and everyone else thinks you are. You got lucky once, You got lucky twice, but you will never get lucky a third time. Yeah, that's right Dionysus. We're not done with each other and right here tonight. I am going to beat that meterosexual tool that is Chris Hart to get one more crack at you and when I do. You can say good bye to your little championship!

At this point Chris Hart steps into the scene. Both Cindy Shannon and John Dionysus naturally take a step backwards and its now Hart and Harris, who compete later in the show in a #1 contenders match for John Dionysus’ Xtreme Championship, who have taken centre stage in this segment. Hart has a mic of his own and speaks.

Chris Hart: I have to give you apropos Mike, that’s the first time I’ve heard ‘metrosexual’ as an insult.

Chris mockingly claps as Harris stares daggers at him.

Chris Hart: Doesn’t change the fact that it’s almost as bad as of a joke as you suggesting you’re going to take John’s belt. Sure you’re bigger, sure you’re stronger, sure you’ve got the experience but I’ve got one thing you don’t have Mike, and that’s talent. Because as far as I’m concerned if Dionysus is a talentless hack and he’s beat you twice, then that puts you in Old Man Frank Cannon territory and look what happened at Rasslemania. Tonight I’m walking out the number one contender for the simple fact that I’m a winner, that I’m the ‘Sole Survivor’, and you’re a loser, plain and simple.

Chris and Harris glare at each other for a moment, the final confrontation before they square off in the ring, before each turns and glares at the belt as Dionysus is split between the two potential challengers. After a moment as Cindy Shannon steps away, both Hart and Harris take their leave, leaving a rather pensive looking Dionysus as the final shot before we cut away.


Harvey: And we have quite the match for you coming up next as Assassin makes his APW debut against Yarmouth.

Chase: Yarmouth certainly is a mountain of a man but although Overdrive came out as the winning team at Asylum, he still ate an elimination.

Harvey: Even with that elimination at Rasslemania, Yarmouth is still a tall order to overcome and we're about to find out if Assassin can do so.

“America” starts as Assassin makes his way out to the ramp stopping at the top of the ramp as he flexes for a moment before walking down the ramp towards the ring.

Harvey: And here comes Assassin, making his APW debut here tonight.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, making his APW here tonight on Overdrive, he hails from Dallas, Texas, he is.... ASS! ASS! INNNNNNNNNNN!

Chase: That doesn't sound right to me.

Assassin reaches the bottom of the ramp and climbs up onto the apron stepping through the ropes and entering the ring Assassin walks to the other side of the ring grabbing the top rope as he shakes it before flexing once more and turning back towards the middle of the ring

Harvey: Assassin is in the ring, prepped and ready as we await Yarmouth and his ever excitable father.

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

Chase: And here he is, the man just not quite good enough to win the match for us over on Overdrive.

Harvey: He was on the winning team!

Chase: Yeah, as a loser. He was eliminated!

Paige: And introducing his opponent, he is accompanied to the ring by his own father, from New York, New York he is YARRRRRRRRRRMOUTHHHHHH!

Chase: I still think she sounds like a pirate when she does that.

"I Don't Care About You" by Fear rages out of the arena speakers and Yarmouth comes out with his father behind him and swaggers down to the ramp ignoring the fans and climb in to the ring with his face looking ice cold.

Harvey: Both men are in the ring and it's time to find out just exactly what Assassin can do in APW.

Assassin vs. Yarmouth

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The match begins as many matches begin with the initial feeling out process. Yarmouth studies the stockier Assassin, looking for a way in for the attack but before Yarmouth can even formulate a plan of attack, Assassin launches in at Yarmouth with a flurry of kicks to the gut. After a few solid gut kicks, Assassin manages to push Yarmouth towards to ropes as he tries to back away from the offense of Assassin. Assassin attempts to whip Yarmouth towards to opposite ropes but Yarmouth manages to grab on to the ropes and stay put. Assassin tries again but reaches very little success as he does so. On the third attempt to whip Yarmouth, Yarmouth manages to overpower Assassin and Assassin suffers a short-armed clothesline from Yarmouth, much to the delight of his father on the outside of the ring.

Chase: Daddy Yarmouth is hyped tonight!

Harvey: It just goes to show you that it takes a lot more than a few kicks to tire out Yarmouth. Assassin is going to have to work harder than that if he wants to walk out of here with the win this evening.

Yarmouth continues in the attack, grabbing Assassin back up by his rather short hair and tossing him into the corner. Assassin is met with a flurry of elbows from an irate Yarmouth, still holding his gut from Assassin's early attacks. As Yarmouth continues to elbow away at Assassin, Assassin begins to lose his footing, slowly sliding down the corner turnbuckles lower and lower. Satisfied with the damage done, Yarmouth backs away from Assassin but doesn't give Assassin any breathing room as he nails Assassin with a running knee right to the noggin. He draws Assassin out from the corner and goes for the cover.

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Chase: Yarmouth is incredibly dangerous on the attack and you have to thank his father for instilling those values in to Yarmouth at a young age.

Harvey: I'm not sure if I agree with that but you can't dispute that when Yarmouth is on the attack, it's very difficult to mount a comeback.

A frustrated Yarmouth lifts Assassin back up to an even base but before Yarmouth can decide his next move he is jaw jacked by Assassin, leaving Yarmouth completely stunned. In an amazing display of strength, Assassin manages to hook the stunned Yarmouth up, lift him and drop him in a brutal suplex. Not satisfied with just the one suplex, Assassin shows his raw strength again, pull Yarmouth to his feet and dropping him down with a painful German Suplex. Satisfied with the work done, he bridges the suplex but the referee is nowhere to be found to count the pin.

Chase: Excellent awareness by Daddy Yarmouth there.

Harvey: If he keeps the referee distracted, he may not be out here for much longer.

Yarmouth's dad and the referee have a rather brief exchange of words on the apron as Assassin keeps his suplex fully bridged, although looking increasingly frustrated as he does so. Eventually, satisfied with a distraction job well done, Yarmouth's father jumps down off the apron. The referee finally catches the pin attempt.

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Chase: Yarmouth easily powers out of that one.

Harvey: He has a lot of thanking to give his dad after this match.

Assassin bounces back up the his feet and begins to argue with the referee over the delayed count, insisting that he should be declared the winner. Tempers between the referee and Assassin begin to flare. Assassin finally loses his cool and shoves the referee but in response the referee shoves him right back. As Assassin stumbles from the shove, he quickly turns around only to meet a boot to the face from Yarmouth. Yarmouth drops down for the cover as his father applauds his boy on the outside.

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Harvey: A brutal boot from Yarmouth there.

Chase: Brutal but just not brutal enough as Assassin manages to get his shoulder up at the last second.

This time it's Yarmouth's turn to have an exchange of ideas with the referee, insisting that the count was slow and it is he who should now be declared the winner. A moment very similar to Assassin's with the referee occurs.

Harvey: All this arguing is just leaving Assassin time to recover.

Chase: Yarmouth is now falling for the exact same trap he left for Assassin. Cooler heads are not prevailing at all in this match.


As Yarmouth continues to argue with the referee, Assassin begins to slowly recover from Yarmouth's big boot. He takes note of the situation and begins to slink towards the still irate Yarmouth. Yarmouth's dad begins to try and get his son's attention to alert him that Assassin is taking measure of him from behind but before Yarmouth can process his father's yelling, Assassin strikes. He locks Yarmouth in the Lights Out and Yarmouth begins to slowly fade away. Yarmouth continues to fade and drops down to the mat. Instead of tapping however, Yarmouth passes out and the referee signals for the bell.

Winner: Assassin[/center]

Chase: Well Assassin picks up a huge w over Yarmouth here tonight in his Overdrive debut. It'll be interesting to see if he can keep up this pace in his future APW appearances.

Harvey: It was a tough battle for both men, both need to contain their tempers or that could fall victim to losses like the one Yarmouth has suffered here tonight.

Assassin celebrates in the ring, throwing up both arms in the air, although he moves them like he cares. Yarmouth's dad jumps into the ring to tend to his son as Overdrive finds itself elsewhere.

Backstage, cameras are stalking one halve of the Sindicate; the LeWinter sisters. Kia & Violet link arms together as they walk down the APW hallways as if they had already owned the place.

Kia: You know I'm absolutely elated that the slag of the APW, Sally Talfourd is finally out of our hairs once and for all. Her winning that contract and running out of town was quite possibly the best career move she could make!

Violet: You know what that means don't you?

Violet smiles mischievously as Kia raises an eyebrow. The twins could read each-others minds most of the time but this was one of those rare occasions. Although, they were similar in appearance – their pirorities were often different.

Kia: It means we're one step closer to achieving our goals?

Violet: No, silly! Well, sorta! With Sally Talfourd gone we are official the hottest thing going on in Thursday Night Overdrive! Those fans – no life losers and virgins will be salivating over us now that she's gone.

Kia: Oh, nice. In other words, we're jerk bait for a bunch of sickos, weirdos and creepers? That really isn't my definition success!

Violet pulls her arm from Kia as they stop face to face in the hallway.

Violet: You can say what you want but ratings are ratings and money equals profit. So, we wear our skirts a little lower next time out to the arena – it's for a greater cause!

Kia hears something and raises a finger in the air. The two slowly turn their heads and realize they're standing right in front of the lockeroom of Johnny Rebel. They can hear him screaming behind the door so Kia bravely cracks it open as they two tuck their heads inside and see Johnny Rebel talking on the phone.

Johnny Rebel: After all I have done for this company this is how they repay me!? A week ago, I was main-eventing Rasslemania so close to a APW undisputed championship I could taste it and now I'm wrestling Pence Weatherlight? President Jeff is unfair and biased and now everyone knows it!

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Johnny Rebel: Well, I'm going to do something about it. If I have to break Pence Weatherlight in half to remind them what I'm capable of then consider it a done deal. If they aren't going to give me the respect I am due then I will beat it out of them through force.

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Johnny Rebel turns his head and realizes someone had been listening in on him. The LeWinter sisters immediately take off running down the hallway and duck behind a corner into a nearby female restroom before Johnny Rebel can approach his locker room door. He looks down both sides of the hallway and see's nobody within sight so he slams it shut in a fit.

Johnny Rebel: Call me crazy, but I think someone is spying on me...

His muffled voice came from behind his lockeroom door. At that point, we leave the rebel alone and wisely head to a commercial break

[President Jeff]

The scene opens up backstage where we see the APW Undisputed champion Kurt Noble and Chris Hart engaged in conversation. As the scene opens the conversation seems to be ending, as Hart pats Noble on the back and the two part company. Noble walks, with the help of his cane, down the hallway, the Undisputed title over his shoulder. As he walks down the hall, he lets up slightly as C.J. Gates enters the scene. The two men stop and stand in an uncomfortable silence for a few moments before Gates looks at the Undisputed title.

Gates: Looks good on you, Kurt.

Noble chuckles, slightly.

Noble: It better. Wasn't exactly easy prying this out of your hands.

Gates: But you did, and for that, I have to personally congratulate you. I knew that if I lost, you would be the one to win.

Noble cracks a smile.

Noble: Thanks C.J., that means a lot. You aren't an easy guy to beat, though. Had to make sure I took things up a few notches just to have a chance to become the Undisputed champion.

Gates: Something Blade and Rebel could never do.

Noble laughs a bit more as he adjusts the title on his shoulder.

Noble: I guess we can both admit that we're glad Rebel or Blade didn't win.

Gates: Exactly.

Silence falls between the two of them, and it is Gates that speaks up first.

Gates: Listen, Kurt, about the things I said before Rasslemania...I just wanted to apologize for them. I didn't mean to call you out for stealing my title, I just got caught up in the moment and the emotions and everything that had been going on--

Noble holds up a hand, cutting Gates off.

Noble: Nothing to apologize for, C.J., I understand. I know you didn't mean any of it, we all just got caught up. Hopefully this means that we can go back to working together to try and eliminate all of the low life scum in APW.

Gates: Deal.

Gates extends his hand and Noble shakes it.

Gates: And don't worry, no matter how many people said it, that match at Rasslemania was never me versus Rebel. He never earned that chance. You did and you made good on it.

Noble: Speaking of earning chances, I'm sure you heard what I had to say earlier? About my challenger?

Gates nods slightly.

Noble: Well, I was thinking who would be worthy of an Undisputed title match at Mayhem, and really, I couldn't think of anyone but one person. One man that has earned the right to step into the ring with me for the belt.

Gates: Oh yeah? Who?

Noble: You.

Gates takes a slight step back and shakes his head.

Gates: I don't want to be handed a title match, Kurt. I want to earn it. I want to prove that I belong at the top, battling for that honor.

Noble: Are you kidding? The match we had at the end of Rasslemania, when it was just you and me, that was more than enough proof for me. You are probably one of the best in APW right now, and I know that if I want to add myself to that same sentence, I have to prove, without a doubt, that I can beat you.

Gates: I don't know.

Noble: I want to defend my title against someone that has earned my respect inside of that ring, and someone that has done so with honor and integrity. And really, I don't see a match up that's any better than Kurt Noble and C.J. Gates going one on one for the Undisputed title.

Gates still seems hesitant as he shakes his head one more time.

Noble: Think about it, sleep on it, mull it over, do whatever it is you need to do. But I've laid out the official challenge, and I'd like nothing more than for you to accept it so we can give those fans one hell of a match at Mayhem.

Gates nods as Noble steps forward, pats Gates on the shoulder and walks off down the hall. Gates turns to watch Noble disappear around the corner, removing his hat and running a hand through his hair as the scene fades to ringside.


Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall

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". Pence makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands, and taking poses so that the fans can take pictures of him.

Paige: Introducing first, from Hershey, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 250 pounds, PENCE WEATHERLIGHT

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 opponent.

Chase: Here comes the guy who seemingly all the time drops the ball.

Harvey: Give him a break Pence has battled his demons picking up a great victory last night.

#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 PRAY THE PRICE!

Paige: And his opponent, from Chicago Illinois, Weighting in at 234 pounds, JOHNNY REBEL

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.

Harvey: This man looks bitter getting ousted from the Undisputed title thanks to Noble being resilient.

Chase: Out of respect he doesn’t look bitter to me he looks poised to once again go after #Noble Drive one way or another.

Singles Match

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Pence Weatherlight vs. Johnny Rebel


Johnny Rebel takes the brunt force of Pence’s chops as the crowd begins wooing. Rebel throws The Reaper over his head and lets him hit the outside floor and then laughs with a sick grin. Weatherlight gets up and then slides in the ring going back to attacking Johnny’s mid-section. Pence runs forward toward Rebel but get a drop toe hold down to the canvas. He measures the former APW World Champion and then strikes him down with a huge kick toward his mid-section. Rebel begins stomping onto Weatherlight with ease and doesn’t let up as he intends to harm him severely. “Simply Put” now goes to strangle Pence but the ref gives him to the count of five and he releases grip at the count of four. Weatherlight gets up and he receives a massive clothesline that just flips him inside & out as the crowd grimaces at that sight. Rebel then picks up the downed Pence over his head looking for a military press slam yet the self-proclaimed “Mr. Main Event” gets out.

Chase: Rebel needs to stay on him if he wants to win this match up. He needs to dig in deep.

Harvey: Well now we should ask Rebel how’s the Weather in there…

Chase: Shut up!!!

Pence starts with intensity kicking at the legs of The pissed off Johnny Rebel before hitting a reverse DDT onto him. He goes for a cover
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The Reaper then continues to attack the veteran and whips him with great force against the ropes. Rebel comes back and Pence with an arm drag nailed perfectly. Weatherlight then dropkicks Rebel’s knees from under him after he tries to get up. The Reaper then bounces off the ropes and hits a flying shoulder upon him. He picks up Johnny who’s vulnerable but not yet ready to be put away and Rebel pushes him away. The Reaper is bounced off the ropes and rushes forward into a clothesline no!!! He ducks the clothesline and springboards off the ropes a cross body attempt but Johnny Rebel has him in his clutches. Rebel runs forward and slams “Mr. Main Event” down with a rolling Samoan drop crushing his sternum. Rebel then throws Pence around and then goes for a running boot.

Harvey: Come On Pence you can take him out!!!

Chase: Isn’t a chance in hell it’s about to be over just watch.

Pence with a quick roll out of the way and he leg sweeps his foe down and he crashes on the mat with immense force. The sheer agony on the face of the collapsed Rebel is shown as Weatherlight begins to stomp on him utter quickly. But Pence doesn’t continue instead letting Rebel get up and starts to circle around him. Rebel smiles before grasping The Reaper’s arm into an arm twist making his veteran opponent wince in pain. He bounces his opponent off the ropes and leap frogs him before kneeing Pence Weatherlight in the stomach. The athleticism was obviously in Rebel's favor but he didn't have the ring rust like Pence clearly. “Mr. Main Event” breaks an abdominal stretch and nails the classic type hip toss. He stalks Johnny Rebel and begins elbowing him in the spine to make his nerves awry. Johnny Rebel blocks the eighth elbow attempt and throws Pence onto the outside.

Chase: A little who can top this going on between these two wrestling veterans? Makes me a little sick seeing as Rebel can just rip him apart.

Harvey: They are showing what they are made of and Pence surely has a chance to prove that he still has it.

Johnny Rebel thinks suicide plancha but his experienced challenger dodges barely to see Rebel crash & burn." Mr. Main Eventer" pulls Rebel back into the ring and then springs off the middle rope to elbow drop the veteran’s sternum. Johnny Rebel then rolls around the ring feeling the effects of that classic maneuver. Rebel senses he might get schooled again so he nails The Reaper with a hard style arm drag.

Chase: I smell Victory…

Harvey: I sense sarcasm in you?

The crowd gets pumped up when Rebel starts to chop Pence across the ring. Pence then starts taking chops without feeling the pain reminiscent to “Mr. Insanity” Seth Hyatt. He roars at Johnny after one last chop and he starts pummeling the Chicago native with hard hooks and jabs. When Rebel's downed "Mr. Main Eventer" goes up onto the top turn buckle and attempts a diving fist drop. But Rebel moves and Pence shakes his right hand off before being drop kicked.

Chase: There’s no quit in either men.

Harvey: Both want the victory so bad tonight on this Overdrive.

Johnny Rebel doesn't know much in ring psychology but he psyches out Pence and locks him into a clover leaf. Rebel then wrenches back as The Reaper is screaming in pain due to the submission hold he's locked in. The crowd starts to clap and The Reaper seems to be getting out but the resilient Rebel slams his elbow into his side. Now Pence is back on the canvas receiving a serious amount of punishment. But he reaches the bottom rope in order to break the hold. Pence gets up and ducks a right hand before clipping Johnny Rebel's knee in order to set him up for a Figure 4 Leg Lock. He cinches in the Figure 4 applying massive pressure onto Beecher's legs.

Harvey: Pence is one submission away from a win over Rebel.

Chase: This can’t go down like this.

The fans are anticipating Johnny Rebel to tap out but he grimaces just fighting the pain. He wriggles out using his somewhat double jointed legs to a strategic advantage applying a Figure 4 of his own. The former Overdrive champion doesn't have the hold locked in tight enough and The Reaper gets out before kicking Johnny Rebel in the skull. The Chicago native falls through the middle rope onto the outside and Pence launches himself with intensity upon him with a diving cross body.

Harvey: You damn right it is!! Harvey?

Chase: No comment.

Pence then tosses Johnny Rebel back into the ring and eyes him sadistically. Weatherlight lifts up Rebel and is thinking his finisher The Heavy Artillery but the ever so cunning Johnny Rebel twists his injured right hand. Pence drops Rebel down in agony as he gets a kick to the stomach and Rebel puts The Reaper to the canvas with The Put Down (Pedigree). Rebel shouts “Simply Put”!!! Before going for the cover…


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Winner: Johnny Rebel[/center]

Johnny Rebel raises a single hand in victory, hardly impressed with his own performance as he retrieves a microphone from ringside ignoring the boos spilling from the crowd.

Johnny Rebel: You all just witnessed me beat a former APW champion – and what do I get in return for it!? Nothing! I am just as much worthy of a rematch than CJ Gates is yet I am the one who's being cut out of the title picture!?

Johnny walks around the ring and heads up the ramp, as he mocks several fans on his way.

Johnny Rebel: It's because you people have no spine to stand up and speak up for what's right. You will all sit here with your popcorn and Pepsi pleased as can be – but by the time you get back home and your forced to live your miserable life's it's right back to complaining on the internet about how things should have been!

Johnny Rebel points to his waist telling them that he should be the APW Undisputed champion before backing away from the rabid crowd before it results in physical contact.

Johnny Rebel: You all know I am being screwed but you won't say anything about it! You are all complicit in the biggest screw job since Terry Marvin at Rasslemania – and that was a week ago!

As Johnny Rebel makes a B-line towards the curtains; ''Give it all'' by Rise Against blasts the PA system.

Harvey: What the hell?

Chase: That's not the first time we've heard that backing track tonight!

Johnny Rebels eyes widen as Felipe DeLoren leading the Sindicate emerges from the curtain. Felipe holds his golden microphone as Level-One intently stares at Johnny Rebel over his bosses shoulder. Felipe DeLoren's grin radiates confidence as he holds his head up high.

Felipe DeLoren: Mr. Rebel; my beautiful assets have both enlightened me to the fact that you are dealing with quite a typical occurrence here in the APW – favouritism and sickening bias! Well, The Sindicate we can change that for you and the rest of the APW.

Johnny Rebel starts to walk backwards as all four members of the Sindicate advance forward. Johnny Rebel can't help but smile back.

Johnny Rebel: What makes you think I am interested with whatever you have to offer me? My career isn't any of your business.

Felipe DeLoren: You see, that is where you are wrong Mr. Rebel. The Sindicate wants what's best for the APW and it's Mega Stars. Which means that if you aren't content with the way things are run then it's our business to see that you are. Unlike President Jeff – the APW Mega Stars demands should be met and catered too.

Johnny Rebel continues to walk backwards at this point they are all about half way down the ramp.

Johnny Rebel: Well, what about guys like... Pence?

Felipe smiles.

Felipe DeLoren: Let me make this clear – I said Mega Stars not hasbeens. Of course, our policy only applies to the Mega Stars that subscribe to our beliefs for a better and improved APW. Those who are content with it's state of decay are worthy of termination or at the very least, re-educating.

At this point Johnny Rebel has been backed up all away to the ring! Johnny Rebel postures up and stands firm showing the sindicate that he isn't intimidated.

Johnny Rebel: Whatever you say, big guy. You really aren't looking for a fight with me.

At this point, Level-One has had enough and steps out in-front of Felipe with the gold microphone in hand.

Level-One: Listen you son of a bitch! If you want things to change it's going to take a lot more then just bitching about it to these stupid fans or behind closed doors. It takes action, not reaction! At some point you're going to have to gut up and LOOK for that fight!

Rebel winds up and socks Level-One squarely in the face! The blow sends him back into the sindicates arms as the crowd can't help but pop!

Johnny Rebel: I believe I just found it!

Level-One spits out a gob of blood as he bounces back up to his feet and stares at Johnny Rebel who's ready to pounce at any second but rather then a fist – he receives a hand.

Level-One: So, we know you can hit hard. The real question is... are you really a rebel or a bitch!?''

The crowd explodes at the call out as Johnny Rebel merely stares at the hand waiting out in-front of him leaving Level-One hanging. A smile crosses the face of Level-One as he drops his hand and respectfully nods at Johnny Rebel.

Harvey: I can't believe Johnny Rebel has gotten away with disrespecting Level-One for this long!

Chase: The Sindicate really is changing the way things are done around here, Harvey.

The Sindicate slowly back away and retreat up the ramp receiving a smattering of boos from the crowd. A groggy Pence Weatherlight passes Johnny Rebel who nails him in the back of the head with the microphone handle and then cheaply tosses him shoulder first into the steel steps; receiving major heat from the crowd!

The sindicate leave through the curtains as Johnny Rebel slams the microphone to the ground in rage.

Johnny Rebel: I'm no bitch!

Harvey: There's no doubt that the Sindicate really has gotten into the head of Johnny Rebel here tonight.

Chase: Level-One and the Sindicate could have easily taken out Johnny Rebel here tonight but it would have achieved nothing – you don't gain friends by beating them up, Harvey.

Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

We find Chris Hart walking around the locker room, physically and mentally prepping himself for his match later on in the evening. After all, a #1 contenders match for Xtreme Title, who WOULDN’T be preparing for that? However, as the camera lingers on Hart for several seconds, a “whoosh” of air is heard and smoke is blown into the camera-shot over Hart. Chris turns slowly at the sound as part of a cigar also enters our view. Hart’s eyes narrow in surprise as Delikado finally enters the picture, the source of the smoke.

Delikado: Well, if it isn’t the Harty Boy once again entering Delikado’s path. One would think you’re following me. Creepy.

Chris Hart: What do you want, Delikado?

Delikado extends his hands at his side mightily.

Delikado: Delikado is The Boss. He doesn’t “want” anything. Although, it would be nifty to have more camera time to myself.

Hart snickers at this statement.

Chris Hart: Oh really? You don’t think you’ve gotten ENOUGH camera time, Mr. “Deli TV”?

Delikado: You’re saying it wrong, but I’ll forgive it because you’re so lacking of word-grace when next to me. You see, Hart, in the theory of time and space of rhetorical questions, Delikado already HAS everything, and now he’s giving back. For example, despite having been here just short of a week now, Delikado has already gotten APW a video game deal. From there it'll be songs on iTunes, and then staplers. How would you like to bind your papers together with a photo-shot of Level-One smoking a doobie? President Jeff and the sort still haven’t come up with a new name for the company that references Delikado, however. They’re insistent it remains “Awesome Pillaging Weighty.”

Hart’s eyes widen in bewilderment. He sighs and looks away from the Cuban.

Chris Hart: What in the hell are you talking about? Man, this is insane…

Delikado: Indeed it is. I’m forced to agree with you, it’s completely and utterly insane. It’s like they want to confuse people with a name like that, “Awesome Pillaging Weighty”…

Delikado shrugs his shoulders as he takes a puff of his cigar.

Chris Hart: Okay, well whatever. Anyway, just tell me why you’re here bugging me. Some of us have bigger matches later on this evening.

Delikado: Is that the sound of no one caring?

Delikado looks over his shoulder and then around the deserted room they’re both in before returning to Hart with a cocked eyebrow.

Delikado: Let’s face it, Hart-problem, APW is steadily tuning into the world that is my show, and my show alone. Yet for rating purposes toward the tweener audience that nobody gives a fuck about, you and frilly whiny girl-men like yourself are bestowed with a place in the company, title matches and grudgey stuff, making it appear to the public at large that The Boss—me—is really giving a big boost to solving world hunger and cleaning up boredomness that the sport has turned into lately with all the ‘Crier-Drama Games’. In FACT!, just thinking of it now hurts my bitch-kicking foot, but Delikado supposes it’s worth it to put you down and belittle you.

A grin passes Delikado’s face, prompting an annoyed groan from Hart.

Chris Hart: You didn’t saying anything in there close to an actual answer to what I just asked you.

Delikado leans back a little bit, his eyes shifting away a bit.

Delikado: You know, Delikado’s beginning to feel some hostility on himself from you, so just back it off, tiger. Is there a possibility of that, that you’ll keep your bi-polarness in check like a grownup? Thanks. Delikado would like that.

Delikado calmly straightens his shirt as if he’s trying to get some air while Hart facepalms, pretty much the best response possible. The Boss clears his throat before continuing.

Delikado: Right then, so you have a #1 contender’s spot coming up later tonight, but as you’re probably not aware of, Hartvark, being a Champion, much less a #1 Contender, requires one’s concentration and focus and skill 24/7/366. 366, an extra day, which it’s clear you don’t have time for because you devote your time and presence to something else:

As Hart keeps a close eye on the Cuban, Delikado reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a rolled up magazine. He unfolds it, revealing it to be an APW gossip magazine, and flips to a page he’s bookmarked. He then turns it to Hart, revealing a photo of himself and Amy Noble together. Deli taps his finger onto Amy’s face.

Chris Hart: Amy. My friend…?

Delikado: Riiiiight. See? You know her name, and a real champion only knows the name of one thing: himself…and, well, the title he owns, so two things. Point is you don’t want the title you’re trying to get a shot at tonight, Hartichoke. You just want to get into a certain blonde girl’s pants on the coffee table.

Hart is visibly angry now as he glares at Delikado.

Chris Hart: Go to hell.

Delikado: Don’t you dare try to force your religion on me, Mr. Religion Pigeon.

Chris Hart: Then you either give me an actual point as to why you’ve come in here looking for an ass-kicking, or you get out of my face.

Delikado: Ahhh, Delikado kinda already did. See, what Delikado’s done is—

Chris Hart: Shut up and get to the POINT!

Delikado: Wow, okay, Delikado IS, you fool! Microphone’s in my corner now and—

Chris Hart: Sixty seconds.

Delikado’s eye twitches as he’s now the one who is starting to get angry.

Delikado: Fucking-A that...that had BETTER not be you timing me.

Chris Hart: Fifty seconds. Show’s gonna be over and you’ll—

Delikado: No! No! Show will NOT end while Delikado’s speaking and building feud points! So Disney Channel your fucking mouth shut and Degrassi your fucking ears open to hear what your Boss is telling you, Pop-Hart!

Chris Hart: Wow, thirty-three seconds left and not one solid point—

Delikado growls and slams his foot down on the floor, causing his cigar, now chewed in half, to fall to the floor next to his foot.

Delikado: You are going to be AMAZINGLY screwed if Delikado has to roll his sleeves up and come over there! You don’t want that title and I see it because I’m The Boss and I make video games and staplers and have a show, so either zip it or Delikado will Last Call to Cuba the feeling out of your entire “Secret Life of the American Teenager” face! Bitch! Punk-ass!

Chris Hart: Y—

Delikado: Canada it!

Following this outburst, Delikado slowly cools down and pulls out another cigar, lighting it to replace the first one.

Delikado: Woo, reporting the FACTS! is such a hard life sometimes. But the people of APW will understand that the Big Boss voice is necessary to get a word in to fools in some cases…

Chris Hart: So…can I get back to preparing for my match or what?

Delikado sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

Delikado: Delikado is your pal, Harty-pants, so he’ll lay it down in one of two ways for you: you can keep on training and go out there later to fight for a shot at a title you don’t want and that will do nothing for you, living a lie more or less in Delikado’s Journey. Or…you can take a train ticket I’ve got here back to Canada so you can be with your ho-bag blonde she-devil.

Hart, figuring out Delikado is talking about his good friend immediately, steps forward threateningly, to which Delikado steps back and reaches for something in his back pocket, a weapon we can assume.

Delikado: Nuh-uh, bitch, you got too much pink on to try and jack with me, bitch.

Hart stops and Delikado slowly retracts his hand from whatever he was going to use as protection. He clears his throat and pulls out a train ticket, holding it out to Hart.

Delikado: Hmph. Anyway, the train offer is free of charge, and nobody has to know, as long as you stay out of Delikado’s spotlight with your not-so-subtle desire to bang your best-pal’s wifey wife. You see, that’s a spotlight Delikado wants to have Deli Tee Vee display loveable crack-whores in, steroid-junkies and the like. Our first skit will be about the art of making paper.

Delikado sets down the train ticket and taps it with his finger. Hart looks down at the train ticket and then to Delikado, who cocks his eyebrows in confusion.

Delikado: Hey, hey, hey, stop it. Look at the train ticket when you make this decision. You want to bang either Female Noble or titles you only want half-Hartedly when you consider your options here, not Delikado. Gosh, you are some sort of gay Delikado has not wrapped his head around, boy.

Hart looks down at the ticket again as Delikado moves for the door with a slight smile on his face.

Chris Hart: Actually, Deli, I’ve already made my choice.

Delikado looks back to see Hart holding the train ticket in both hands. He immediately rips it in half before the Cuban’s eyes.

Delikado: *gasp* Delikado’s $8.50!

Chris Hart: Yep. And now you have my permission—

Delikado: Don’t even say it. Don’t you dare condemn yourself like this, Christopher Hart.

Chris Hart: --to fuck off.

In disbelief, Delikado’s arms slump at his side. He shakes his head and slowly turns toward the door.

Delikado: Why? Why you gotta force us both into this? Okay, okay, first you time Delikado, and now you waste his money, but it’s okay, it’s okay…Delikado doesn’t hold grudges.

With that, the Cuban opens the door and leaves. Hart just scoffs and returns to his prep for his upcoming match. Outside, the camera focuses on Delikado, who has his back to the door and sighs deeply with his eyes shut. They slowly open…and then begin to twitch. The camera zooms in on the Cuban’s twitching eyes before cutting back to the ring.

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

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

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 215 lbs., from Fargo, North Dakota…. C.J. Gates!

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

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The two men go to lock up and Saint ducks from Gates and starts kicking him in the back of the leg. After several kicks, Saint leans against the ropes and dropkicks Gates in the knee sending him down to the mat. Saint waists no time and drives an elbow right in to the chest of Gates and goes for a quick cover. . .

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Harvey: I think Saint was trying to catch Gates by surprise! Gates is coming off a huge match against Noble at RassleMania and Saint is trying to capitalize!

Chase: That’s right, Darren. Noble took the drive out of Gates! Get it? #Nobledrive!

Both guys get back to their feet and circle one another. They go to lock up and Saint goes to duck Gates again but this time is caught with a kick to the gut by Gates, doubling Keaton over. Gates grabs him by the back of the neck and shoves him towards the turnbuckle and much to the fans delight delivers three well placed chops across the chest of Saint. Gates trots over diagonally to the other side of the ring and with full steam charges at Saint but is met with both of Saint’s feet to his face. Saint pulls himself up to the second turnbuckle and leaps off with a double axe-handle smash to the top of Gates’ head. Gates crashes down to the mat as Saint immediately runs over and grabs the ankle of Gates, spinning over with a grapevine and wrenches back on the ankle of the former champion. Gates screams in pain as he makes every effort to crawl towards the ropes to break the hold. He reaches out with his left hand and just barely grasps the bottom rope and Saint is forced to release.

Harvey: Keaton Saint looking impressive early on in this match! He’s certainly made an impact on APW Overdrive!

Chase: If he can beat the former Undisputed Champion, he’ll gain the respect he’s after!

Saint pulls Gates up to his feet and puts him in the corner kicking him in the gut, with each kick sending him lower to the mat. With Gates sprawled out on the ground and his head resting on the bottom turnbuckle, Saint grabs both legs and lifts him up and sends him flying up in the air and crashing down on his back. Saint closes his fist and drops, landing a punch right between Gates’ eyes, which sends him rolling around on the mat. Saint grabs a handful of Gates’ tights and brings him back to his feet. He grabs him by the waist and drops him across his knee with a backbreaker and goes for the cover again. . .

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Chase: A lot of fight still left in C.J!

Saint leans in yet again to pick Gates off the mat but Gates reaches up and punches Keaton in the forehead, which sends Saint stumbling backwards. Gates gets back to his feet and runs against the ropes, and comes flying with with a diving forearm smash that sends Saint rolling head over feat backwards. Gates waists no time getting the advantage and sits Saint up, grabbing his wrists from behind and digging his knee in to the back of Saint. Gates reaches back and wrenches tightly as Saint refuses to give up, despite the referee’s continuous stream of questioning. After about a minute, Gates lets go and delivers a standing dropkick to the back of Saint’s head. After a quick legdrop across the face of Saint, Gates covers. . .

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Gates is showing some aggression as he holds out three fingers towards the referee as he shakes his head no. He peels Saint up off the mat and whips him in the ropes and as he comes back, Gates trips him up with a drop toe hold and in a role reversal grabs the ankle of Saint and falls down in to his own grapevine ankle lock. Saint is nowhere near the ropes and is unable to pull himself closer as he screams out in pain. After what I’m sure feels like an eternity for Saint, he’s able to roll over and break the hold using his opposite leg to pry Gates free. Both men slowly get to their feet but Saint is favoring his leg as Gates takes advantage and shoves him in to the corner. Gates chops Saint in the chest several times and as he comes stumbling out of the corner, Gates grabs him by the back of the head and sends him crashing to the mat face first with a running bulldog.

Harvey: Both men are giving it everything they have here tonight! Both men are looking to get back in the win column here on Overdrive.

Instead of taking advantage of the situation, Gates runs around the ring with arms outstretched and taunting some of the fans sitting at ringside. Saint makes it back up to one knee by pulling himself up on the ropes while Gates runs over and perches himself on the second turnbuckle. Saint, playing a bit of possum, hammers Gates in the midsection with a right. . .and then a left and leaves Gates sitting on the top rope with his right arm draped across his chest. Saint swings both legs to the outside and hooks Gates head and arm and comes leaping off with a superplex that shakes the ring. Both men are down as the referee stands over the carnage with two hands over his head. . .after gaining his composure, he begins his count. . .

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Gates is the first to make a move as he kicks Saint in the stomach and goes for the Gatescrasher but Saint breaks free, spinning behind Gates and sends him flying overhead with a German suplex, releasing him so Gates folds up like an accordion. Saint gets back up to his feet and with Gates holding the back of his neck, Saint gets up on the second turnbuckle with his elbow up by his head and leaps off driving it in to the throat of Gates and hooking the leg. . .

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Saint pulls Gates up, but Gates is quick to counter with a jawbreaker sending Saint stumbling backwards on to his rear end. Gates bounces off the ropes and runs the top of his elbow to the head of Saint. As the pace is beginning to pick up Gates gets Saint up and runs in to the ropes but Saint thinking he will one-up the former champion puts his head down preparing for a back body trop. Gates sees it and grabs Saint by the neck and swings through with a swinging neckbreaker. Gates goes for the pin attempt. . .

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Harvey: What does Gates have to do in order to get the victory over Keaton?

Chase: Come on, Darren. You know Saint is just playing possum and it’s only a matter of time before he takes complete control of this match.

Gates is the first to get back up as Saint joins him momentarily. Gates takes a swing at Keaton but Saint sticks his hands up to block and comes back with a punch of his own. Gates tries again but is met with the same result and punches him to the ropes and Saint throws him to the other side of the ring and as Gates comes flying back connects with a lariat that sends Gates crashing to the mat. Gates bounces back up and charges towards Saint but Keaton swings Gates over with an armdrag. Both men are quick to their feet yet again and Saint whips Gates in to the ropes. Saint ducks his head down while Gates slides under the legs of Saint and dropkicks him in the butt sending him sliding face first across the mat. Gates runs over, grabbing the top rope and using it as leverage to propel himself in the air and crash down on the Saint’s back with a splash. Gates flips over Keaton and goes for the pin. . .

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Chase: I think Keaton Saint is surprising a lot of people here hanging tough with Gates! Most men would have been done by now!


CJ goes to life Keaton up, and Keaton punches CJ in the mid section. Keaton throws CJ into the ropes and Keaton for a sidewalk slam, but CJ counters with a head scissor, and sends Keaton into the corner. Keaton hit’s the corner, and stumbles out, turns towards CJ and goes for the shoulder Jaw Breaker, but elbows his way out of it and then hits CJ with a European uppercut. CJ stumbles back. Keaton goes for a running clothesline, but runs into a boot from CJ. CJ hooks Keaton’s arms and drops him with a double arm DDT. CJ covers
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CJ points to the top rope and the fans are cheering

Harvey: Looks like he may be going for the Gatecrasher.

CJ goes out onto the ring apron and climbs up to the top rope. Before CJ can jump off, Keaton is up and slows CJ down with a punch and Keaton climbs the corner as well. The two exchange punches and Keaton hooks CJ up for a suplex. CJ fights back with some punches to Keaton’s gut and CJ lifts Keaton up and drops him off the top rope with a front face suplex. Keaton rolls onto his back and CJ comes off the top rope with the Gatecrasher. The crowd cheer’s and counts as CJ covers
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Winner: CJ Gates[/center]

CJ’s music begins to play as the ref raises his arm in victory.

Harvey: a tough back and forth battle, but in the end, CJ was able to squeeze out the victory.

Chase: There’s no real shame to losing to the former Undisputed Champion

CJ exits the ring and celebrates as he goes up the ramp. And we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

An air of electricity is filling the arena as the light begin fading out. The crowd is brimming with anticipation as suddenly Craven’s Remix of “Just close your Eyes and Trip the Darkness” begins. The roar, the loud howling roar of approval simultaneously escapes the lips of the arena as the white explosion rips from beneath the entryway. As the white flames leap up around a small section of flooring that suddenly opens and from beneath the stage, surrounded by white fire, Slade and Shadow rise. Not in gothic attire, not in new attire, in the same apparel they wore at Rasslemania, the two wait as the elevator rises brining them up. Then Slade extends his hand and the fire dissipates. As they begin walking down the ramp two mortars shoot from above to the stage behind them lighting it up with white light as Slade and Shadow break into a run and slide under the bottom rope. As the fans scream on Slade and Shadow both climb a turnbuckle and begin raising their arms to illicit a louder cheer from the crowd. It is only after the music begins to die down after a few seconds that the fans begin to quiet down. Slade reaches into his jacket and pulls out a microphone. With a smile he raises it to his lips and speaks.

Slade: (inaudible)

Shadow stops him and points at the mic. Slade looks at it then slaps himself in the forehead. He flips a switch on the mic and raises it back to his lips.

Slade: Overdrive! How Ya’ll doin tonight?

He laughs embarrassed as the fans begin to cheer again. After a few second Slade raises the mic again, his face is red behind the sunglasses but his smile is still dazzling.

Slade: Well if my dumb ass could ever figure out how to work this stick of sorcery we may actually have a conversation here tonight. But it’s good that ya’ll are good. Cause we have something to talk about tonight. You see Slade and Shadow promised we were coming back. And we don’t intend to break that promise. But we aren’t wrestling tonight. And While many of you think this may be some silly hoax and we pulled a D.J. it isn’t true.

Craven shakes his head as Shadow asks for the mic. Slade hands it to him with a smile and Shadow raises it to his lips, stops looks at the mic, checks it and makes sure it’s on.

Shadow: Just making sure man. Seeing if you wanted to lump me in with your moronic ass. No you see it’s been two years. And in that time what has happened? Well APW got a second show yes they did. Headed by a guy who we (he motions to Slade and himself) know very well. What else happened? Hrm? Practically a new roster. And while the A.K.A. could just be thrown into a hat and have our match whether it be singles or tag decided at random, we called in a favor. We asked Jeff to let someone else make the call.

Shadow passes the microphone to his tag partner.

Slade: That’s right, We wanted to extend an invite to anyone in the back who wants to help us shake off the ring rust. This isn’t some come out here and we’ll beat you ass challenge, no no no no NO!. That’s not what Slade’s getting after. We know that a lot of you superstars in the back have ties to some of the older blood. Blood from our days here. So while you are sitting there with your texting and your twitter, ask yourself, your friends, your cousin, some guy who friended you at the Hootie and the Blowfish concert: Who wants to party with the AKA?

Slade raises the mic in the air as the cheers fill the arena. The microphone amplifies the screaming as you hear the chant.

Crowd: Par-Tay! Par-Tay! Par-Tay!

Slade grins from behind his glasses as Shadow pumps his fist in the air in time with the chant.

Slade: You damn skippy. So Slade says this, we extend this invitation to anyone who wants to come on down here and ‘show us the ropes.’

No music plays

Slade: Hey come on I know we’re old and ugly, and the people who paid good money to be here tonight, well they don’t want to stare at our old-

He pauses. And slowly a smile creeps across his face as the fans begin to cheer.

Slade: Well maybe they do want to see us take up the ring all-

All of a sudden, “Sexy and I Know It” hits the speakers and the fans pop to their feet as the lights flash pink and yellow alternately. “Sr. Guapo” Armando Asante and “Stunning” Stan Everdeen enter the arena to thunderous cheers as they are dressed to the nines in matching white suits with leopard print cummerbunds and bow-ties. Their white fedoras have leopard print bands as well. Both have their APW Tag Team Title belts slung over the shoulders. Biggs is nowhere to be seen. Sr. Guapo begins to speak as the pair walks down the ramp towards the ring. Craven looks at them and then at his partner. Shadow gives Slade an approving nod. Slade chuckles a little and beckons them to come on in.

Sr. Guapo: AKA, allow the Studmuffins to be the first to welcome you back to APW! Now if we were like our manager, Biggs, we would bemoan the fact that you came out here during our scheduled time to speak about our big win at RassleMania, but Sr. Guapo and “Stunning” Stan are more than happy to share our time with one of the most celebrated teams in APW history!

The fans give their approval of their presence.

Stan: We're well on our way there after we defeated three other teams to retain our APW Tag Team Championship belts, but some of the matches you had with our manager Biggs in the past are things of APW legend! Shadow, your Cage Match with Biggs at Shockwave a few years back was nothing short of awesome! And that Tag Team Ladder Match y'all had at One Night in Hell was historic to say the least!

They reach the ring at this point, and they walk up the steps, stepping through the ropes to enter the ring. Stan and Sr. Guapo stand right across from Slade Craven and Shadow, looking them right in the eyes. Slade raises his sunglasses and Shadow leaves his on. He seems to be summing up the tag champs.

Stan: The reason we're out here is because, quite frankly, after RassleMania, we don't really have anybody to challenge us for the APW Tag Team Titles, and while we were accused leap frogging other teams for a shot at the belts, well, considering the fact that the APW Tag Team Titles weren't around during your heyday, well we couldn't think of a match we'd want to have more at Mayhem than The Studmuffins versus The A$$ Kickers nonymous!

The fans cheer loudly at the prospect of this match.

Harvey: I'd love to see that match!

However, the cheers are short lived as “Spaceman,” by The Killers, hits the speakers!



Biggs enters the arena to loud boos, with a mic in hand as well. Shadow just stares at him, expressionless. Slade on the other hand, strokes his chin with a grin. He nods like he sees where this is going.

Biggs: Whoa whoa whoa! Now Stan and Armando, I can see that you guys are still coming out of your RassleMania hangover, because the fact of the matter is that nothing about those two losers in the ring should inspire you to want to fight them! Believe me, I know! The fact of the matter is the last I saw Shadow, I was standing over him with my newly won APW Overdrive Championship after a hellacious 2-out-of-3 falls match. And Slade, well the best memory I have of good ol' Slade Craven is how he smelled like barbecue pork after Chris Cyrus and I set him on fire!

The jeering crowd shows their disgust as Biggs laughs at this. Meanwhile the Shadow stares at him from behind his shades and the Studs just stand there with confused looks on their faces. Slade nods acknowledging the ligament burn about a burn. A second degree “Burn” if you will.

Biggs: The fact of the matter is that although Shadow and Slade were capable of putting up a halfway decent fight, they could never, ever amount to more than second best! Every time they went up against the Axis of Awesome, Cyrus and myself defeated them soundly! Armando and Stan, you should not put your titles on the line against those two bozos because they are quite simply beneath you!

This draws more boos from the crowd.

Sr. Guapo: Now wait a minute, here, Biggs! You may be our manager, but we are the APW Tag Team Campiones, and we want to fight the AKA! We have the right to put our titles on the line!

Biggs: No, you don't. Not without my approval at least! You see, the managerial contract that we drew up when you guys decided to take on my services clearly dictates that unless a match is made by a higher authority, any and all title matches need to have my approval before they are signed! And quite frankly, even considering their past notoriety, the AKA has not done nearly enough to earn a shot at those belts!

Slade has a pondering look on his face throughout all of this.

Stan: Then we'll talk to President Jeff and get him to make the match! We respect you, Biggs, and we're glad for all that you've done for us, but this is one instance where we do not see eye to eye with you!

Biggs: I already thought about that, Stan, and that's why I've already had a word with Jeff. While he does agree with you two that the Studmuffins versus the AKA could draw some money on pay-per-view, he agrees with me that the AKA has not earned the right to fight for the titles. So next week, Slade Craven and Shadow get to fight for a shot at the belts. If they win their match, they get a title match at Mayhem!

The Studmuffins give Slade a high five, and the fans cheer. Shadow though seems leery.

Harvey: Let's go AKA! I want to see that match so badly!

Chase: Don't get too ahead of yourself, Harvey! They have to win next week first!

Biggs interrupts the cheering fans a triumphant grin on his face.

Biggs: Don't celebrate too soon, guys, because the AKA's opponents next week are you!

Despite the surprise, the fans begin to cheer wildly. The Studmuffins have a look of shock on their face, while Slade shakes his head laughing. Shadow just keeps glaring at Biggs as the Spaceman has an arrogant smirk on his face.

Biggs: Puts you in a bit of a pickle, now doesn't boys. If you want to give the AKA a shot at those belts so bad, looks like you're going to have to lose!

Biggs continues to smirk as he heads backstage. The Studmuffins and AKA continue to stand in the ring The Studmuffins in shock, Slade smiling and Shadow silently with his arms folded over his chest. There is an air of tension now as the four men look at one another. As they stand its almost as if a line is drawn between them. The first battle line, and it will be crossed next week.

Harvey: What's Biggs' angle here? Why is he putting such a strain on his relationship with his clients!?

Chase: Well, either way, we get to see the AKA versus The Studmuffins next week with a Tag Team Championship Match on the line!

The sound of the cheering fans fades as Overdrive cuts to commercial break.

[President Jeff]

The camera queues up backstage as Pence Weatherlight ices down his leg and his arm at the same time. Pence doesn't look too happy, in fact he looks like he has been through a train wreck, but that is what happens when you wrestle against a man with so much momentum in his favor. A loud knock at the door surprises Mr. Main Event who doesn't even get up from his seat to answer the door.

Pence: Come in.

He says, biting his lip, and hiding the ice from view underneath his gym bag. A man walks in, a nice suit, and a pair of Italian shoes does not hide the concern on the man's face as he steps over to Pence.

Man: Sorry to disturb you sir, but... the results from your medical exam from after the match are back.

Pence: Oh yeah?

Pence looks at the man and can clearly tell things are definitely not alright.

Pence: You found something...didn't you?

Man: It seems as though... a lot of the work we did on that arm of your's has been undone and I fear that we may have...well may have underestimated the problems that are going on with it. I'm sorry, but...

The man pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and Pence glared at it. Fury in his eyes he slapped the paper out of the way. He had seen this paper before and he sure as hell was not going to take it from him.

Pence: Really! After all my work and preperation to come back, I'm getting laid off!? No, screw that. I want to talk to Jeff...

Man: He is quite busy...I'm sorry, Pence, but you are a liability. That injury could get worse...no scratch that, it will get worse, and when it does go out well, needless to say our health care program's funding will drastically be cut because of your injury.

Pence clenches his fists as he glares down at the arm, the source of all of his problems, and then spits on the floor in disgust.

Man: Don't think of it as being laid off...think of it as us saving you a great deal of pain. You should be thanking us. Anyway, Mr. Weatherlight, I have nothing further to say...I'm off to check up on the other athletes.

The man left the room, leaving the door open, and Pence in a fit of rage. It was then that another knock at the door sounded and Pence turned to look at who was now coming to annoy him. It was a young man, clearly in his twenties, his hair was gelled up, and his eyes were full of fire. For a moment, Pence registered him as a fan who had a backstage pass. Being as polite as he could, Pence waved at him.

Pence: No autographs...

Young Man: Oh, I know. I heard you got laid off and I decided to come and see you before you disappeared off into the sunset like an old cowboy taking his last ride.

Pence raised an eyebrow before questioning the young man.

Pence: Who are you? One of Jeff's new security guys coming to take me off premises before I go into a fit of rage?

Young Man: Nope, just another athlete who happens to be a big fan of yours. In fact, some would say I'm modelling my career after yours.

Pence: Its very hard to model your career after me, kid. Besides you don't look like much of an athlete...you look more like a young actor.

Young Man: I get that a lot, but that is not important...no, what is important is I want to offer you a job as my personal trainer.

Pence laughed and then shook his head, he was confused as to who this guy was, or how the hell he snuck back here, but at the same time his proposition amused him a great deal.

Pence: Train you? Hell, I barely know who you are. Let alone if you have any in-ring talent. Sure, you seem to have gotten the talking down and you do have a face people would cheer for, but little else really seems to stick out about you.

Young Man: Heh, that's the best part. I don't stick out like sore thumb and I blend in real well. Makes me less of target and because of that, I can turn quite a few heads when the time is right, but you see...I'm still not a complete wrestler. Sure, I've been wrestling in indie feds and in the Californian branch of APW's developmental division, but I still need some help. And who better to help me than one of the greats who walked these halls.

Pence: Kid, I'm sorry...I'm not interested in anything you are trying to sell. I don't want to train any new generation star that has no upside. So, get lost...I've got a flight to catch back to Hershey.

Young Man: No upside? No upside! And here I thought you wanted to change this show...wanted to make a huge difference, but here you are moping around like that. This is your chance to make a difference...to shove change in Jeff's face by training me to beat the best of the best that this generation has to offer. Come on!

Pence paused for a second and then looked down at the floor before looking up and saying.

Pence: I don't even know your damn name...

Young Man: My name is Watson, Nick Watson.

Pence: Alright, Nick. Say I was interested in this offer, say that I wanted to make you a better fighter, and all that jazz...why would I do it? As I said before you have shown me nothing that says you are ready for the big time, not a damn thing.

Nick: I get the point...alright, here is what we will do! Next week on Overdrive I have my first match ever. Come out and watch me wrestle, hell I will be buy you a front row seat to the massacre. All you have to do is promise me, right here and now, that if I am good enough that you will give me a solid chance to be your protege.

Pence rubbed his beard and then nodded his head, but then held up his finger.

Pence: There is another condition...if you lose, I want you to leave me alone, don't find me, don't even look for me, and sure as hell don't stalk me. Comprende.

Nick: Si.

Pence nodded his head and then got up, he would leave Nick alone in his locker room. A broad grin splayed on Nick's face. We go back to ringside

Paige: The Following match is an XTREME RULES MATCH and it is to Determine the Number One Contender for the Xtreme Title.

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

Paige: Introducing First from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 225 pounds….MICHAEL HARRIS

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

Chase: And here comes the man who fell just shy of capturing the Xtreme title at Rasslemania with another chance to raise to that level here tonight.

Paige: And Here comes his Opponent. He hails from Calgary Alberta Canada and weighs in at 190 pounds…. He is CHRIS HART!!!

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

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

Harvey: And here comes the man who led Overdrive to a victory against Asylum at Rasslemania, now with a shot at his first title match here in APW. Chris Hart has shown plenty of heart since his debut here and this is his chance to shine.

#1 Contender to the Xtreme Title (Xtreme Rules) Chris Hart vs. Michael Harris

The bell rings as Harris wastes no time in charging right in after Hart with a Spear that Heart steps aside and sends Harris stumbling into the ropes. Chris catches him with an armdrag on the rebound, and then another arm drag as Harris gets to his feet and turns on Chris. Harris is quick to his feet again and receives another arm drag for his trouble, this time rolling him outside the ring as the crowd cheers. Harris tries to catch his breath, but Chris is having none of that as he bounces off the ropes and runs with a full head of steam, diving over the top rope and landing a cross body block on Harris on the outside.

Harvey: Chris Hart is on FIRE here folks, and is taking it Michael Harris in a HUGE way.

Chase: It’s too early to be throwing out the confetti and calling for the fat lady there Harvey.

The referee implores the two men to get back in the ring, but he has no power what so ever in this match. Chris pulls Harris to his feet and tries to whip him into the ringpost but Harris reverses and pulls Chris in for a short arm clothesline. He then pulls him up and shoves him into the steel steps toppling Chris over them as he holds his knee in pain. Harris hops onto the apron and then dives off with a elbow drop that lands right in the sternum of Chris Hart. He stands up and makes a few gestures to the crowd that get him a bevy of boos and jeers. He rolls Chris up onto the Apron and hangs his head off the apron, takes a few steps back and charges with a running knee right to the temple of Chris Hart who rolls into the ring writhing in pain. Harris is back in the ring and pulls Chris to his feet before dropping him with a swinging neckbreaker.

Chase: And there’s the Michael Harris I remember, taking it to Chris Hart. Michael was pissed off at his fluke loss at Rasslemania and he’s out to prove he belongs in the Xtreme Title discussion no matter what.

Harvey: Nobody’s saying he doesn’t Chase, but Chris Hart is no slouch either. He belongs in a lot of title discussions here in APW and he’s out to prove it now.

Michael pulls Chris to his feet and backs him in the corner with a series of chops across the chest. He rams his shoulder into the gut of Chris Hart before stomping away at him in a seated position in the corner. He pulls Chris up again whips him in the ropes and catches him with a huge Double A spinebuster. He makes a quick cover but only manages to get a two count out of the ordeal. Harris screams at the ref to count faster before pulling Chris to his feet again. He kicks him in the gut and drops him with a Fameasser. He then drops a few more elbows to the sternum and waits for Chris to get to his feet. When he does, Harris explodes for a superkick, but Chris recovers in time and sidesteps it. He grabs Harris and locks in an inside Cradle for a long two count. Harris is quick to recover though and grabs Chris with a Back Stabber and hooks the leg for yet another two count. He gets back up to his feet pulling up Chris and hooking him for a Brainbuster. But Chris floats behind him and Spins Harris around, hops on his shoulders and drops him with a Hurricanrana!

Harvey: And just like that, Chris can turn it all around!

Chris uses his feet to kick away at a rising Harris who’s futile attempts to cover up protect him very little from the hard impacts to the head. Chris whips Harris into the ropes and drops him with a hard Shotei dropping him to the mat hard. Chris hits a flipping leg drop right across Michael’s throat before he makes a cover and hooks the leg. He gets a two count but continues the assault quickly by pulling Harris up and hooks him into a hard Strait-Jacket Suplex causing a loud pop from the fans. He wastes little time in celebrating as he climbs up to the top rope and soon leaps off with a twisting moonsault across the chest. He hooks the leg again.

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Chris whips Harris into the ropes again and catches him on the rebound with a huge Flapjack to the roar of the fans. Chris runs and bounces off the ropes hitting a hard sliding kick into the head of Michael Harris. Chris now backs up into the corner and waits in a crouching position. As soon as Harris gets to his feet Chris runs and takes him down with a Busaiku Knee Kick to the head and the crowd is really getting behind Chris Hart now. He pounds his chest before pulling up Harris and lifts him up on his shoulders and back before dropping him with the Schwein. Chris is feeling it now as Harris rolls to the outside. Chris smiles and walks over and reaches over the top rope for him. Harris hops on the apron, grabs Chris’ head drops to the floor bouncing his throat off the top rope. Chris grabs his throat and rolls to the outside.

Chase: THERE WE GO! Things are looking up now as Harris is digging under that ring… He’s got evil intentions in mind.

Harris comes up with a steel chair in hand as he starts to slide into the ring to the boos and jeers of the fans. The boos turn to jeers as Chris has a chair in his hand as well and rolls into the ring. Both he and Harris have a chair now as they stare each other down. After a couple intense seconds, they charge at each other Harris swings and Chris ducks underneath. Harris swings again and Chris blocks it with his chair. Chris swings at Harris’ head with the chair but Harris ducks as well. They both swing at each other and the chairs collide causing Chris to drop his chair.

Harris swings the chair hard and nails Chris over the top of the head taking him down hard. He picks him up and DROPS HIM WITH THE HARRIS EFFECT ON THE CHAIR. He makes the cover.

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Winner: Michael Harris

Chase: I TOLD YOU HARVEY! I told you Harris meant business and now he has another shot at winning the Xtreme title.

Paige: Winner of this match and new NUMBER ONE CONTENDER to the Xtreme Championship, MICHAEL HARRIS!!!

Michael gets to his feet and the ref raises his arm as his music plays. Michael jumps to the turn buckle to celebrate his victory.

Harvey: Michael got a chance tonight to get another shot at John Dionysus, and he pulled out all the stops tonight.

Chase: Michael Harris will be the next APW Xtreme Champion, mark my words.

Michael continues to celebrate as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Harvey: Be sure to tune into Asylum this Sunday to see Sally Talfourd in action.

Paige: The following match-up is a non-title Triple Threat match-up! The first man to score to pinfall or submission will be declared the winner!

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. Behind him is the same ‘referee’ that was involved in the I Quit match at Rasslemania. He rolls into the ring and poses on the turnbuckle, holding his arms out like the people should warship him as the ‘referee’ and the actual referee stare one another down!

Paige; Introducing first, weighing in at 245 pounds and hailing from Las Vegas Nevada…he is the APW Overdrive Champion…”The Real Show” Terry Marvin!

Harvey: Just looking at Terry Marvin makes me sick to my stomach Chase! He ruined arguably the best match of Rasslemania VIII with that ‘referee,’ and is not waltzing around like he just won the Mega Million lottery!

Chase: I don’t know about you, but I saw Keaton Saint quit…even if he didn’t say it! And hey, how often do you see a referee staredown?

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

Paige: Introducing next, weighing in at 255 pounds and hailing from Boston, Massachusetts… he is the APW Xtreme Champion… John Dionysus!

Harvey: I think Dionysus is really a candidate for “Breakout Star” of the year after defeating Michael Harris at Rasslemania. He’s fended off Harris and Marvin for weeks with that powerful offense of his!

Chase: Really? All I’ve seen is him getting gore over and over! I guess your “Harvey vision” is back on!

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 with the Undisputed title over his shoulder, eliciting a huge cheer from the crowd! Noble raises his title into the air, and begins to limp down to the ring. Upon reaching it, Noble leaves his cane on the outside, and slowly walks up the stairs to the ring. He enters the ring, and climbs up on the turnbuckle, posing with his fist in the air as the cameras go off. Noble moves off it, as the lights return to normal and the music dies down.

Paige: And finally, weighing in at 230 pounds and hailing from Calgary, Alberta, Canada… he is the APW Undisputed Champion… Kurt Noble!

Harvey: And lastly, here comes the 17th Undisputed Champion, and one of the only five Undisputed Champions to still be wrestling in APW! After months of allying with CJ Gates, Noble now finds himself with Gates’s former title, which means facing top level challenges here in APW!

Chase:…I still don’t like him!

Non-Title Triple-Threat
John Dionysus vs. Terry Marvin vs. Kurt Noble

The opening bell chimes as the three APW Champions stare one another, each one taking a corner of the ring. While Marvin just has his eyes locked on Noble and Dionysus, his two opponents each have another man to worry about: the ‘referee’. Noble and Dionysus both fluctuate between focusing on Marvin and the ‘Referee,’ both of whom have occupied the same corner. Marvin stretches in the corner as the ‘Referee’ applauds him!

Harvey: I’m not so sure this is a triple threat anymore with that damn ‘referee’ out there distracting Kurt Noble and John Dionysus! Someone get him out of here!

Chase: Hey, he’s an observer just like that rest of the fans! If he decides to stand in Terry Marvin’s corner because Marvin is the most awesome wrestler in this match-up…so be it!

Marvin gets a steady stream of boos, bur suddenly, Noble motions for Dionysus to come a bit closer. He does so with great reluctance…until Noble motions towards Marvin, who comes out of his relaxation! He grabs the ropes to try and move away, but Noble and Dionysus both charge him! They knock Marvin down, and begin to pound on him as the ‘Referee’ yells “Hey, this isn’t a handicap match!” Dionysus lifts up Marvin as Noble relaxes his injured wrist, and Irish Whips Marvin off the ropes, causing him to run into an incredibly stiff lariat! Marvin moves against the ropes as he gets up, clutching his neck in pain…but soon gets a clothesline from Noble to send him out! The ‘Referee’ tends to Marvin as Noble and Dionysus face one another.

The two men quickly lock-up, but Dionysus quickly shows that he’s the stronger of the two, easily over-powering Noble. He pushes the Undisputed Champion into the ropes, before breaking the hold and popping Noble in the jaw! Noble goes into the corner, and Dionysus knees him in the stomach, before going into a punching combination, finishing with a strong right hook that nearly floors Noble! Dionysus drags Noble along the ropes, and Irish Whips him…but as he goes for a punch, Noble ducks, swings his elbow back to catch Dionysus in the ribs, and drops him with a super quick neckbreaker!

Harvey: After Rasslemania, it looks like these men know exactly what the other weaknesses are! Noble’s leg arm can’t do much in that brace, while Dionysus’s ribs seemed to almost collapse at that shot from Noble! These injuries will no doubt play into one another’s CWC Ascension match-up in less than ten days!

Chase: Their injuries? Look at poor Terry Marvin on the outside!

Marvin is still ‘nursing’ his injuries outside the ring as Noble capitalizes on the offense turning his way. He lifts up Dionysus, and with his good arm, begins to chop at Dionysus’s chest, backing him against the ropes. Noble Irish Whips Dionysus, but Dionysus holds on and brings Noble in for a toe kick, and then a knee lift to Noble’s face! However, ‘The Noble One’ is quickly back on his feet. Dionysus lifts up Noble for a reverse Sampan Drop, but Noble slides off his shoulders, and when Dionysus turns, he gets clotheslined out of the ring! Dionysus rolls near Marvin, who hides behind the ‘Referee’! Noble gets down, and the actual referee begins to yell at the ‘Referee’ to move away from Marvin! “I’m just a bystander” he yells back!

Harvey: This is disgusting! Get that man out of here!

Chase: It’s not his fault! He’s just a fair and impartial observer!

Noble eyes Marvin, and begins to move towards him as Marvin hides behind the stairs…before coming out and kicking Noble square in his knee! He grabs Noble, and slams his head off the steel steps! Marvin then moves in a lightning quick fashion, grabs Dionysus, and Irish Whips him into the steel post, taking the Xtreme Champion down! Marvin then grabs Noble, and throws him back into the ring, before flailing on him with coordinated shots to Noble’s injured leg! Marvin lifts up Noble for a back suplex, but Noble slides behind him, lands on his feet, and drops Marvin with a German suplex! Marvin rolls into the corner, but doesn’t find safety as Noble lays into him with a thick set of chops! A loud “NOBLE” chant gets started, but as soon as Noble pauses for a moment to soak in the cheers, Marvin steps on Noble’s foot, almost yanks him arm out of the socket by throwing him into the corner, and then unloads some of his own chops on Noble, arming for his shoulder! He tries to Irish Whip Noble, but Noble responds by pulling Marvin back for a belly to belly suplex! Noble makes a pin…

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Noble is slow to rise as he grips his elbow in pain. He moves against the ropes, but Terry Marvin is quick to his feet as he gets up, and throws Noble out of the ring! Marvin dashes out, holding his back in pain from the suplexes. He gets out, and grabs Noble, before slamming his head against the barricade! “Love the people now, do you?” yells Marvin as he throws Noble over the barricade and into the front row of fans! Marvin turns…and is floored by the recovered John Dionysus! Noble manages to crawl back over the barricade, and Dionysus looks between his two opponents. Marvin begins to crawl away, and Dionysus grabs him, before throwing him back into the ring!

Harvey: Terry Marvin has done an excellent job at ducking out of the conflict in this match-up…which seems to be a skill of his these days!

Chase: Uh, I do believe Terry Marvin hasn’t backed down from any challenge I’ve seen. He faced Saint, and he’s here tonight facing these chumps! He’s so dangerous that those two threw him out of the ring to start with! So fierce!

Harvey: They threw him out because Marvin clearly can’t be trusted to wrestle a fair match! How can anyone really believe Terry Marvin will end this one on a fair note?!

Dionysus uses his incredible strength to pound on Marvin as he tries to get up, clearly picking his shots so that each one sends Marvin down! Marvin rolls into the corner, groggily calling for a time out… but juts his hand out like a spear as Dionysus moves in! The shot to the ribs catches Dionysus way off guard, but as Marvin rushes in to capitalize, he’s dropped with a fireman’s carry takeover from Dionysus, making him cringe in pain as his back hits the canvas! Dionysus is about to go for the pin, but turns…right into a one-armed “Mark of Nobility”…that he counters! Dionysus manages to stop the move in mid-air, and as Noble recovers, he’s dropped with the Hard Knocks (Spinebuster)! It takes the wind out of Noble, who can barely defend himself from the onslaught of Dionysus’s fists! Dionysus is about to go for a pin…but Marvin grabs Dionysus, and drops him with the Side Effect onto Noble! He quickly pulls Dionysus away and pins him…

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Wasting no time, Marvin rolls over and pins Noble…

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Kickout by Kurt Noble!

Harvey: Terry Marvin almost had both his competitors there after that side effect that landed right on Noble!

Chase: Someone get that incompetent referee out of the ring for his slow count!

As if Marvin heard Chase, he begins to berate the real referee, yelling “You call those counts? You looked like you were paying patty-cake with the ring!” The referee is not amused by his comments, but goes back to observing the match as Marvin lifts up Noble, and drives his own shoulder into Noble’s, continuing to wear down Noble’s arm. Marvin Irish Whips Noble, but Noble ducks a clothesline off the rebound, and bounces off the ropes for a flying clothesline! Noble then grabs Marvin, and tries to lock in the Quixotic Lock (Ankle Lock), but Marvin rolls over and kicks Noble away! Noble bounces off the ropes and charges Marvin, but winds up with an enziguri for his efforts! Noble stumbles, barely staying on his feet, allowing Marvin to plant him with the Whisplash (Spinning Sitout Double Arm DDT)! Marvin makes the count…

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Dionysus breaks up the pin!

Harvey: Again with the near-fall! It’s clear that Noble still isn’t fully healed from Rasslemania, as he definitely was slow to react to the Whiplash!

Chase: Stop selling Marvin short! Not only did he wrestle a more grueling match against Keaton Saint, but he’s more hurt tonight too!

Harvey: That’s debatable, but there’s clear damage done to Marvin’s back. Being dropped on it too many more times may mean being carried out of the arena for the Overdrive Champion!

Dionysus lifts Marvin up, before planting some well-timed shots to his back, almost crippling the Overdrive Champion. He backs Marvin into a corner, before trying to Irish Whip him. However, Marvin responds by ducking, and literally headbutting the stomach of John Dionysus! He goes down on one knee, and Marvin takes advantage by going for the Whiplash…but Dionysus counters, ducks a clothesline from Marvin, and then drills him with the Event Horizon (360 Black Hole Slam)! However, before he can get the pin, Terry Marvin rolls out of the ring, thudding against the mats outside!

Chase: Now there’s a smart competitor!

Harvey: It’s unlikely that any of these men can take an extended match, given their injuries. We may have just seen Terry Marvin’s exit from the match!

Dionysus nearly falls as he grabs his stomach, and begins to cough. Meanwhile, Noble is up, and sees the opportunity! He moves in, and grabs Dionysus for the Noble-Neckbreaker (Rolling Cutter), but Dionysus shoves Noble away! Noble bounces off the ropes, and goes right into a Crossface Chicken Wing from Dionysus! He holds the move briefly as Noble writhes in pain, his bad arm being put the test! However, he refuses to give up, as he drags himself towards the ropes! Just as Noble nearly reaches bottom rope, Marvin reaches under the bottom rope, and drags Noble out! Dionysus breaks the hold as Noble hits the mats, before being lifted up and slammed arm first into the announce table! Noble falls over in pain, and Marvin focuses his attention on Dionysus, who has gotten out of the ring! Marvin rushes to get away from him, and gets back in the ring as Dionysus follows…just in time to get bashed with a few shots to his neck!

Dionysus stays down to the location of the shots being in his lower back. Marvin backs up, before hitting a low dropkick to Dionysus’s back! Marvin then tries to lock in the Show’s Over (Crippler Crossface), but Dionysus struggles out of it! Marvin begins to angrily bash Dionysus’s head into the canvas, yelling “stay down, idiot!” before turning…right into the Mark of Nobility! Marvin writhes in pain, but he’s not Noble’s target! The crowd goes into a frenzy as Noble stalks Dionysus, who as soon as he gets up….gets drilled with the Noble Neckbreaker! Noble throws his hand over the Xtreme Champion…

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Terry Marvin just barely manages to break up the pin!!!

Harvey: These Champions are giving EVERYTHING they have tonight to prove that they’re the best APW has! There are no titles on the line, but after watching this, you’d think there were!

Chase: Jesus, just get the stretchers down here and end this already!

A “THIS IS AWESOME!” chant starts up as all three Champions are down, only stirring at this point! Terry Marvin barely is able to pull himself up, and looks down at his competitors as he yells “Get UP!” Noble is up next, and Marvin goes for a toe kick…but Noble catches it, twists his leg from underneath, floors Marvin, and quickly locks in the Dance with the Devil (Sharpshooter)!!! Marvin screams in agony as he desperately reaches for the ropes, which are nowhere near! Marvin’s hand shakes in mid-air as he holds on for one before second before…

John Dionysus rams a big boot into Noble’s face! The move is broken instantly as Noble goes down! Dionysus stumbles on his feet, and watches over Marvin, who gets back on his feet…and is dropped with the Event Horizon!!! Dionysus makes the pin…

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Noble yanks Dionysus off by yanking his ankle, locking in the Quixotic Lock!!! Dionysus screams out in pain as a barely conscious Kurt Noble holds the move, with the crowd in a huge frenzy! Dionysus pulls him arm up…but Terry Marvin hops over, and locks in the Show’s Over at the same time!!! Dionysus is now trapped in a double submission!

Harvey: The Quixotic Lock and the Show’s Over! John Dionysus has nowhere to go! By God, if the match ends now, who has submission!?!

Chase: YOU CAN DO IT TERRY!

Dionysus is close to fading…that is, until Noble drops his submission drops his submission move, and grabs Marvin, locking in the Quixotic Lock on him! However, Marvin will not let go, as he yells “I AM GOING TO WIN!” However, with one last burst of effort, Noble pulls Marvin away, and locks in the grapevine portion of the move! Marvin jerks about in pain, but before Dionysus can react….Terry Marvin taps!!!

Winner: Kurt Noble

Harvey: It’s over! Just like that, the Champion of Champions has been decided? Less than two weeks after Rasslemania, we’ve seen this Rasslemania quality match here tonight!

Chase: Looks like it’s not over actually…

John Dionysus rolls out of the ring as Kurt Noble gets to his feet. He’s handed his Undisputed Championship…but before he can grasp it, Terry Marvin bashes Noble from behind! Marvin begins to stomp Noble mercilessly, and John Dionysus is nowhere to be seen!

Harvey: That’s enough Marvin! You did your damage during the match!

Chase: Hey, this is just Marvin’s way of getting Noble to pay attention to him!

Marvin continues to stomp a downed Kurt Noble…that is, until the crowd explodes into cheers as CJ Gates dashes down to the ring! Before he reaches it, the ‘Referee’ yells at Marvin to duck, allowing him to see CJ at the last possible moment, and dive out of the ring! Marvin and the ‘Referee’ both begin to run up the ramp as Gates motions for them to come back for the fight!

Harvey: Thanks God for CJ Gates! It’s good to know that regardless of the title match between Noble and Gates, that these two are still watching out for one another!

Chase: Please! What a stupid move by Gates! If he ends up accepting Noble’s challenge, it’s in his best interest that Noble makes it to Mayhem in as many pieces as possible!

Harvey: That’s just not the kind of competitor that CJ Gates is!

Gates turns back to Noble, who just realizes what happened. Gates lends his hand to Noble, who stares at it for a few moments in uncertainty. Gates shakes it in mid-air, and after a few awkward seconds, Noble takes the hand of the former Champion! However, Noble still has a frown on his face.

Harvey: Noble doesn’t look too happy about being saved by Terry Marvin for some reason…

Chase: He still needs big brother CJ to help him out!

Gates takes a microphone as the cheers die down…

Gates: You know Kurt, I’ve been thinking a lot about the challenge you laid out to me at Mayhem. I told you I didn’t want a rematch just for the sake of having a rematch, and that’s still true…but I’m never one to back away when I’ve been challenged. Leaving this match unresolved isn’t the right decision. So, Kurt…I accept your challenge for an Undisputed Championship match at Mayhem!

The crowd *explodes* into cheers as Gates stares at Noble. Noble grins, until he notices how loud the crowd actually is. A “CJ GATES!” chant gets going!

Harvey: Despite the title change, these fans still respect CJ Gates and everything he fights for!

Chase: This bromance is making me sick!

Noble looks into the crowd, and turns back to CJ Gates…before lifting his Undisputed Championship into the air! The ‘Gates’ chant dies, and Gates’s smile diminishes slightly as his eyes go to the Undisputed Championship. A “NOBLE” chant gets going…but it becomes muddles when CJ Gates extends his hand to Noble! Noble stares at it, and they grip hands as the crowd’s cheers become muddled!

Chase: Looks like the crowd is a bit unsure of who to cheer for!

Harvey: I don’t blame them! I cannot wait for this rematch at Mayhem! We’ll see you next week ladies and gentlemen!

The two continue their staredown as Overdrive fades out…