Overdrive - Manchester, New Hampshire (04/12/12)

[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 Thursday night Overdrive! Listen to this crowd, they are ready for some wrestling tonight. I‘m Darren Harvey and this slightly above average good looking guy next to me is Johnny Chase

Chase: It better not be one of those nights Darren. Tonight folks, we have eight matches set, including a tag team match, The Studmuffins take on the returning Ass Kickers Anonymous. For the first time in over two years, the AKA will be back in action in an APW ring

Harvey: Also tonight, A match that could be considered a PPV Quality match, CJ Gates takes on Terry Marvin, in what should be an exciting match up!

Chase: Indeed it should be. Also, Level One will be in action here tonight in his first match since Rasslemania, and he will take on the Xtreme Champion, John Dionysus!

Harvey: And our main event of the evening, will be Kurt Noble taking on Michael Harris in a non title match.

Chase: Michael is coming off a huge win last week over Chris Hart to become the Number 1 Contender for the Xtreme Champion. After tonight, President Jeff will have no choice but to make Harris the number one contender for the Undisputed Title as well


''Alive'' by Rise against attacks the PA system as a confident as ever Felipe DeLoren hand in hand with one of his girlfriends – Violet. The two break apart and make way for Level-One as they both clap their hands and cheer him on while everyone present in the arena seemingly boos! The former APW champion steps out on the ramp wearing a George W. Bush mask with a T-shirt saying, ''mission impossible'' with an unflattering picture of the APW President on the front.

Harvey: Oh come on! This isn't the place to be spreading his political affilations and propaganda!

Chase: Settle down you uppity liberal! He's making a point here. He's just trying to say George W. Bush would do a better job at running the APW then President Jeff and he probably would!

Harvey: You aren't serious?

Chase: Are you telling me right now you wouldn't LOVE some thursday night WARS with our rival promotions!? That'd be awesome!

He stares at the camera wearing his George W. Bush mask before ripping it off his face and throwing it down onto the ramp revealing a stamp on his forehead reading, ''property of the APW'' – he pulls out his golden microphone as he walks down to the ring.

Level-One: Oh, I'm sorry Mr. President! Here I am – taking up a valuable slot at the start of the show! A slot so prolific that seemingly every week it's devoted to the same damn people night in and night out! If you aren't carrying the big strap or a potential challenger – you get stuffed in the middle of the pack lumped in between the piss breaks and snack runs!

Level-One turns to a random fan in the crowd and smacks the drink right of his hands as it splashes over several others fan in his section.

Level-One: Well, guess what!? I do what I want – when I want. Tonight, I'll start the show off the way I feel like it. Next week – I may end it as I damn well please. The week after? I might not even bother to show up to the goddamned arena just to prove a point! You fans sit here and watch the same standard programming week in and week out and I'm here to snap you f*cking sheeple out of your goddamned trance...

The disgruntled fan snaps back at Level-One swinging a clenched fist his way but Level-One easily avoids it and waves the fan off as he's aprehended by APW security for his act of agression. Level-One looks back at Violet and Felipe DeLoren who both smile with pride on their face.

Level-One: Last week you imbeciles are so oblivious to the real world and how real men do buisness that you thought I'd immediately walk out here and challenge Johnny Rebel to a match here tonight. The blogosphere as gone absolutely wild – as they clamor for the two of us to meet in the ring and beat the ever living shit out of eachother as soon as possible...

He shakes his head back and forth with a smile as he heads to the ring apron and rolls under the bottom rope – springing up to his feet golden microphone proudly in hand.

Level-One: You see last week – Johnny Rebel earned my respect. And last week, I know I earned....

Level-One is cut off...

#SIMPLY FN PUT!

Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple blasts over the PA system as the Sindicates attention is turned to the ring ramp... but nobody is there. Violet and Felipe join Level-One in the ring as they all wait for him to make his appearence but to no avail. Suddenly, a voice emerges from the middle of the crowd.

Johnny Rebel: Respect? Is that the word you were looking for Level-One?

The crowd boos as Johnny Rebel stands up on his chair in the middle of the crowd. His presence demanding respect from everyone around him.

Johnny Rebel: As far as respect goes last week I remember you and the Sindicate approaching me after I physically beat the snot out of Pence Weatherlight as if you were ready for a fight that you backed down from like cowards!

Johnny Rebel raises a finger in the air before anyone begins to cheer for him.

Johnny Rebel: That's how I saw it last week but this week I realized that maybe the way I have been seeing things have been all wrong. Maybe what I need is ... change?


He shakes his head back and forth - almost as if he's conflicted with himself.

Johnny Rebel: You know when Felipe DeLoren approached me with joining the Sindicate I literally laughed in his face!

The crowd cheers.

Johnny Rebel: And then I took the time and thought about it.

The crowd boos. A serious look is drawn upon the canvas of his face as he continues.

Johnny Rebel: There are things very few people know about my personal life and my struggles beyond those ropes and there isn't a doubt in my mind that the Sindicate can make my problems all dissapear at the snap of a finger.

In the ring, Level-One interjects.

Level-One: That's what the Sindicate is all about – Johnny. Change. We can change your life for the better or for worse. We can do things for you that the APW and President Jeff cant!

Johnny Rebel jumps off the chair and takes a seat beside Kia LeWinter and Level-One's two small children who she's looking after for the night.

Johnny Rebel: Lester, I really don't like you but I don't see why that can't change. The Sindicate is a family – a family that I've never had and I want nothing more then to be apart of!

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

Johnny Rebel soaks in the boos as he leans back in his chair. In the ring, Felipe DeLoren wears a smile a mile wide as Level-One taunts the crowd by laughing at them.

Level-One: For anyone who thinks the Sindicate is a joke – I laugh at you now! With Johnny Rebel on our side – there isn't a doubt in my mind that we will overthrow the tyrannical rule of President Jeff and his legion of minions and install the Sindicate's rule of law!

Harvey: This isn't good, Chase!

Chase: This isn't good – it's great! Level-One and Johnny Rebel on the same side backed by the ever so powerful Sindicate? This is huge and spells big trouble for President Jeff and anyone who likes the APW how it is!

In a fit Level-One wipes his hand across his forehead smuding the ''property of the APW'' stamp as Thursday Night overdrive heads to its first commercial

[President Jeff]

We cut to the ring with Xavier Nova already in the ring

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Standing in the ring, he is XAVIER NOVA

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

Paige: And his opponent, being accompanied by his dad, he is YARMOUTH!

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

Singles Match

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Yarmouth Vs Xavier Nova


The bell rings and Xavier runs at Yarmouth and Yarmouth takes him down with a clothesline. Yarmouth picks him up and throws him into the corner. Yarmouth runs at Xavier and crushes him into the corner. Xavier crawls to the middle rope. Yarmouth distracts the ref as Yarmouth’s dad chokes Xavier over the middle rope.

Chase: Doesn’t Yarmouth have such a great dad?

Harvey: I don’t know if a dad that condones cheating is considered a great dad.

Yarmouth pulls Xavier off the ropes and lifts him up in a body press and then drops him to the mat. He picks him up and lifts him over his shoulder. Yarmouth runs to the corner and drops Xavier face first into the top turnbuckle. Yarmouth then runs off the ropes and takes Xavier down with a running boot to the face. Yarmouth Dad, outside the ring, yells at Yarmouth to choke slam him. Yarmouth puts his hand in the air and Xavier slowly gets to his feet. Yarmouth grabs him by the throat and choke slams him. His dad yells “Finish him”. Yarmouth picks Xavier up and gives him a Tombstone Piledriver and covers him
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Harvey: What’s he doing?

Chase: Finishing him!

Yarmouth then picks Xavier up and gives him the Last Ride Power Bomb. He covers him
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Winner: Yarmouth [/center]

Yarmouth’s music plays as the ref raises his arm in victory and Yarmouth’s dad gets into the ring and celebrates with him.

Harvey: Yarmouth just made an example out of Xavier here.

Chase: I don’t think we’ll be seeing Xavier again after that beat down

Yarmouth and his dad continue to celebrate as we go backstage

The scene opens backstage in the locker room of C.J. Gates where Gates can be seen getting ready for his match against Terry Marvin later in the evening. He's stretching out his arms as the door to the locker room opens and in steps APW Undisputed champion Kurt Noble. Gates continues to stretch, keeping an eye on Noble, who walks into the room, leaving the door open.

Noble: Even though we’ve both got match tonight, I can’t help but think of tomorrow. I mean you're going up against Doug E. Fresh in the quarter finals of the Ascension tournament, right? It's going to be a tough one because he's no slouch…trust me.

Gates: Oh, I know. I'm ready.

Noble: I wouldn't expect you not to be, however I thought that maybe I could lend some advice, help out a fellow APW Mega Star in the tournament…since I don’t plan on helping out John Dionysus too much.

Gates hesitates for a moment before responding.

Gates: Thanks, I'd appreciate that. After all, you've got a lot of knowledge about him from your various encounters. I'm sure you could fill a book with all of it.

Noble opens his mouth to speak when a female stage worker pokes her head into the locker room, cutting the champion off.

Female: Hey, I’ve got supplies ready if you need new pads. Good luck in your match tonight!

Noble/Gates: Thanks.

Noble and Gates exchange a glance at one another as the stage worker continues on her way. Gates is the first to crack a smile.

Gates: It's good to know that even some of the backstage workers are giving me some good luck going into these important matches. Nothing says tough like facing off against Terry Marvin. I should almost pick your brain about him instead of Doug, though I don't know if what happened last week would help me.

Noble shakes his head as he grins.

Noble: Wait, you thought she was talking to you? Come on, Ceej, you're a great guy and all…but I'm the champ. Obviously she was wishing me good luck in my match against Harris. Not every day that you get the chance to shut up a someone that’s a little too full of themselves!

Gates laughs.

Gates: I find it hard to believe she was wishing you good luck. This is *my* locker room after all.

Noble: It might be your locker room, but come on, you've seen the way women have been throwing themselves at me since I got this belt. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was one of them!

Gates: Talking about people being too full of themselves…

Noble: Exactly! To think she was wishing you good luck. You crack me up CJ, you really do.

Noble claps Gates on the shoulder with a smile.

Noble: But seriously, good luck tonight. Marvin is the kind of guy you have to keep your eyes on. Next thing you know, he'll be out for your blood and you won't be able to fight back.

Gates: Thanks… I think.

Noble turns to leave.

Gates: Good luck in your match, too. I can't say I know too much about Michael Harris, but if he thinks he can beat you, he's probably not going to be easy.

Noble: I think I've got this one on lock…but thanks bud. I appreciate it.

Noble turns and exits the locker room leaving Gates shaking his head.

Gates: Did I sound like that when I was the champion?

Gates continues to shake his head as the scene cuts back to commercial

[President Jeff]

We are joined backstage as The Real Show Terry Marvin is getting ready for his match in his locker room. The referee who he brought down with him the prior two matches enters the room and walks up to Terry.

Referee: Ready to go whenever you are Mr. Marvin.

Terry Marvin: Not this week pal.

Referee: What? I don’t understand!

Terry Marvin: First of all, you failed me last week and are now a liability!

Referee: B…b….but I…..

Terry Marvin: Second of all, I’m going to do it myself this week. No games or gimmicks, I am going to go out there and beat CJ gates in front of the entire world and prove once again that I am the greatest wrestler who ever lived. So just get the hell out of my face.

The referee leaves out the locker room looking dejected. After a couple seconds, another shadow is passed over Terry. He sighs and turns around expecting the ref to be there.

Terry Marvin: Look I….YOU!

The disdain in his voice is not hidden in the least. He turns around and sees Keaton Saint standing there.

Terry Marvin: Hope you’re paying close attention this week as I do what you failed to do last week and take out CJ Gates.

Keaton Saint: How’s the ankle Marvin? Or should I say how’s the wrist. Hope you didn’t hurt it too much tapping out last week to Noble.

Terry’s face turns beat red as he glares at Keaton.

Terry Marvin: What the hell do you want?

Keaton Saint: Came to wish you good luck of course!

Terry Marvin: I swear to God, if you stick your nose in my business tonight, you will regret it the rest of your days. I will make you and everyone you hold dear pay….

Keaton puts his hands up and shakes his head.

Keaton Saint: Calm down there killer. I honestly just came to wish you luck….Oh, and to let you know that this little thing between you and I is FAR from over. I hope you don’t get too comfortable with that Overdrive championship, because it’s going to have a new home VERY VERY soon.

Terry just laughs.

Terry Marvin: I’m pretty sure I’ve heard all this before, until I beat you like a red headed step child at Rasslemania and you quit like the little bitch you are.

Keaton is no longer able to hold in his rage….

Keaton Saint: I NEVER quit and you know it. You’re a liar and a scam artist and eventually you’re going to find someone to knock you off your pedestal…

Terry Marvin: Careful there Mother Theresa…You want to keep your Vow of Silence just as in tact as your Vow of Celibacy don’t you?

Terry just laughs until Keaton winds up with a fist. Terry ducks, but Keaton manages to take a deep breath and just walk away. Terry recovers and brushes off his clothes, looking around to see if anyone saw him cower!

We go to ringside

Harvey: Up next we have quite the contest as we get to our first look at Pence Weatherlight’s own trainee, Nick Watson.

Chase: Well, he’s up against a man who has already racked up one in the loss column without even getting pinned. Pax Constantine will be out to make everyone know that he’s a force to be reckoned with but he’s going to have to shirk the stench of failure to do it.

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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, he hails from Chicago, Illinois, he is PAAAAAAAAAAAAX! CONSTANNNNNNNTINE!

Harvey: And here he is, Pax Constantine, lost his debut match in a triple threat bout…

Chase: Ah but he was never pinned. One on one is a very different game.

He guides himself inside the ring where he takes off the Shades & Shirt and throws them into the heated hot crowd. 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, man other fart, one man scratches his balls. He yells out "I'm That Damn Good!" before taking some hyped up laps around the ring with stretches in between awaiting his opponent.

Chase: Confident fella, ain’t he.

Harvey: You gotta be in this industry.

"Smooth Criminal" by Alien Ant Farm hits the PA as the fans stand up as Nick Watson emerges on the entrance ramp with a girl on each of his arms. He grins widely as the fans let out cheers and whistles at him and for the two girls, he then asks both the girls to make their way down to the ring, which they promptly do, allowing Nick to look around the arena in a non-distracted fashion. Nick raises his fist to the sky and pumps it a few times, each time green and white pyrotechnics explode around the entrance ramp, after the third time he stops, and makes his way down to the ring.

Paige: And his opponent, he hails from Carson City, Nevada, he is NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK WATSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!

Chase: Bring some eye candy to ringside? I’m already a fan.

Harvey: You have to keep in mind that behind this flash entrance of his, he’s the student of Pence Weatherlight. That could very well be a blessing or a curse. Perhaps both!

Chase: Are you calling Nick Watson Monk?

As he reaches the ring, the girls lower the ropes so that he can get inside the ring easily, he grins, and then does so, making sure to kiss the two girls, and then tell them to leave. They obey and make their way backstage. Nick then looks at the entrance ramp as he takes off his shirt, to the adoration of some of the women at ring side, and throws it out into the crowd, as he gets ready for his match to start.

Harvey: Well his ladies have taken his place and he looks ready, let’s get this one off the ground.

Pax Constantine vs. Nick Watson

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The match starts with both men attempting to show off their athletic prowess. Watson goes to run towards Pax but Pax has the good frame of mind to duck the oncoming attack from a rapid paced Watson. As Watson turns around to turn his attention back towards Pax he is met with a spin kick to the face from Pax, knocking Watson down to the floor. Pax bounces off the ropes looking for some springboard type move but Watson has enough energy to manage to duck out of the way of the attack. Pax sees Watson rolling out of the way in mid-air and attempts to land back on an even base but a bad landing causes him to lose his footing. Watson sees this as an open opportunity and grabs a handful of Pax’s tights for a roll-up pin.

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Pax, still full of stamina manages a full force kick out easily before the count of free.

Harvey: Impressive ring strategy from the debuting Watson here. You gotta be impressed with a man his size just flying about the ring at such speed.

Chase: He was smart with the surprise roll-up but he wouldn’t have got there if Pax just managed to keep his damn balance.

The two men get back up and have an immediate stand-off but it doesn’t last for long as Watson begins a few solid slugs to the noggin of Pax. Pax attempts to fight back with a flurry of his own powers but Watson manages to display his size advantage, overwhelming Pax with his brawling prowess. Pax gets beaten down into the corner where the referee finally pulls Watson away from his offense. Pax attempts to get his breath back in the corner with the room the referee has created for him but he doesn’t get a lot of time as Watson rushes towards him with a boot designed to take off his head. It’s Pax’s turn to show a little ring awareness as he ducks the oncoming boot from Watson, causing the young trainee to crotch himself on the top rope, much to the dismay of his lady friends at ringside.

Chase: Doesn’t look like they’ll be having an after show party here tonight.

Harvey: If that happened to me, I’d be making the doctor’s appointments already.

With a big opening from the crotching, Pax once again decides it’s time to fly, springboarding off the ropes, grabbing onto Watson’s head on the way down and drilling in into the mat with a brutal springboard DDT from the top(ish) rope. Watson looks limp on the mat but Pax runs into the major problem that Watson is incredibly close to the ropes. Using all his strength, Pax manages to tug Watson away from the ring ropes and after a few seconds of satisfied heaving and hoing, Pax drops down for the cover.

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This time Watson manages to power out before the count off three.

Harvey: This could’ve been a very different story if Pax had managed to hit that move further away from the ropes.

Chase: But he didn’t and it isn’t.

Pax goes over to grab Watson by the hair in an attempt to bring him back up again but as he allows his arm free to grab him, Watson manages to get a tight grip on the arm of Pax, using a lot of his remaining strength, Watson manages to flip and flip Pax over, locking him tightly within an armbar. Catching Pax by surprise, Pax begins to flail about wildly looking for some kind of escape from the hold but thanks to his own work in dragging Watson, they are both rather far away from the ring ropes. Seeing no other way out, Pax fires a haymaker of his own towards Watson and Watson’s grip on Pax begins to loosen. Using a lot of energy, Pax manages two more haymakers to Watson until Watson finally loosens his grip on Pax allowing him to scamper towards the ropes, again trying to get some breathing room for himself.

Harvey: Nick Watson showing a little of his own strength there, manage to flip Pax Constantine into a rather tight armbar hold

Chase: But it’s very hard to keep a hold locked in when a man is desperately punching you in the face over and over again. I speak from my night club experiences when I say that.

Pax again uses the rope area to gain back some energy as Watson gets back up on his feet. Watson stares down a tired down Pax with a vicious glare over the aforementioned haymakers as Pax begins to try and formulate survival plans within his head. Seeing it as his only option, Pax lunges his way towards Watson but Watson is quick to see what is happening and instead of making contact with Watson’s skull, Pax instead makes contact with Watson’s boot. Doubled over in pain, Watson is quick to grab hold of Pax and hoist him up high. Seconds later Pax comes crashing down to the mat as Watson nails Pax with the Final Jest. Watson keeps grip of Pax, in a pinning position from the powerbomb as the referee goes down to count.

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Winner: Nick Watson [/center]

Paige: Here is your winner by pinfall, NIIIIIIIIICK! WAAAAAAAAAAAAATSONNNNNNNNNNNN!

Chase: Looks like Nick has managed to get the good Pence as a trainer.

Harvey: We’ll have to keep on an eye on this young man for the weeks to come.

Watson’s girls jump up into the ring to celebrate with him as Pax Constantine remains out cold on the mat.

The Studmuffins are in their locker room, preparing for their match later tonight. Stan is sitting on the bench, tying his boots, while Sr. Guapo is on the floor doing sit-ups. Biggs walks in, all smiles.

Biggs: So are you guys fired up for your big match tonight?! Are you guys ready to deny the AKA any chance of claiming your APW Tag Team Championships?

Stan looks up Biggs with a frustrated look on his face.

Stan: Biggs, Armando and I don't understand why you wouldn't want us to defend our titles against the AKA. We know that you have a past with them, we know that you hate their guts, but the fact is, we think that this match could really legitimize us as being the best tag team in APW today!

Sr. Guapo: And if they suck as bad as you say they do, we should have no problem retaining! Why do you put our backs up against the wall, having us choose between laying down and giving them a title shot, and going out there to beat them, denying them that title shot?

Biggs: You two remember that bit about tough love at RassleMania? Well, the fact is, you two need it! When the two of you stole my jet plane for a joy ride, you waived any and all rights to being able to call yourselves responsible individuals. And since you have proven yourselves to be irresponsible, well, then that means you shouldn't have a say in big career decisions, like who defend your APW Tag Team Titles against. Quite frankly, I don't want you defending those belts against the AKA, and it doesn't matter why, if I don't want you facing off against a team, you won't face them!

Stan gets up from the bench, and glares down at Biggs, towering over him.

Stan: I know you're our manager and all, but why do you have to be such a jerk about this!?

Biggs: Stan, sit back down. The fact is, when you signed the contract to make me your manager, you accepted the fact that I had a certain amount of control over your career trajectory. Now ask yourselves, would the two of you been able to be signed by APW without me?

By this point, Sr. Guapo is standing as well. Both look down at the floor, dejected.

Sr. Guapo: No.

Stan: Probably not.

Biggs: And would the two of you gotten a Tag Team Title Match within a month of joining APW?

Both of the Studs shake their heads no.

Biggs: Exactly. The fact of the matter is that the two of you owe all of your success to one person, and one person only, ME! If you want to give the AKA a title shot so bad, then by all means, you can go out there, show yourselves to be weak, and lay right down in the middle of the ring. You do have the power to do that. But I know the two of you too well. You're too proud to do that. So what you're going to do is you're going to go out to that ring, you're going to wrestle the AKA, and you're going to beat them. And that will be the end of that! Do I make myself clear?

Stan: Yes sir.

Sr. Guapo: Si señor.

Biggs: Good!

Biggs exits the locker room, while the Studs just stand there, frustrated as all get out.

Sr. Guapo: Why do we even need him to stay as our manager!? We could go without him!

Stan: I'm afraid not, my friend. Those contracts we signed with him were for one year. Unless we want him to sue us for breach of contract, we've just got to ride it out. He may have gotten us into APW, and he may have gotten us a Tag Team Title match very early in our career, but we are the one's actually in the ring, wrestling to keep the titles! He helped us to get in, but we've helped ourselves to our success.

The Studmuffins hear clapping from off camera. The camera pans to reveal Shadow and Slade Craven in their locker room. The two teams step up to look each other in the eyes, standing toe-to-toe.

Shadow: Listen, Studs, we know you want to give us a shot at the belts, but all we want is a good match out there. So you bring your best, and we'll bring ours!

Slade: While we do want a shot at those shiny belts of yours, we want to earn that shot. So don't you dare hold back on us!

Stan: We don't intend to. We never hold back!

Slade: Good.

Sr. Guapo: Muy bueño.

Shadow: We'll see you out there in the ring.

Stan: See you then.

The AKA exits the locker room as the Studs get back to preparing for the bout.

Harvey: The AKA versus the Studmuffins later tonight on Overdrive!

Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

The scene opens up backstage on Nick walking around aimlessly with a microphone in his hands.

Nick: Several years ago the APW was founded and created by one President Jeff and ever since then this show has been growing larger and larger. The fan base for this show has not only tripled over the past three years it has roped in international ratings that no other wrestling organization could possibly ever gain! This organization is the best and I am proud to be a part of it...however...my first match tonight was rather...boring. Don't get me wrong! I'm all for matches like that, matches that help you prove that you are a stud regardless of when you joined, but I want to be challenged. I want to be pushed to the brink of my limitations so that I can learn, really learn not just little things about myself, but big things. To do that...well I have to force it to happen. I can't just sit back and wait for Jeff to take notice of my talent, I have to force him to see it by blinding him with the fire of sensationalism. It could be months, folks...months for Jeff to nod his head and start taking the Sensational One seriously.

So how does one go about making the boss man see the Sensational One...well it is pretty damn hard, but I will tell you this, I won't stop till he recognizes me like you all do.

There are a few "Watson" chants out there, not enough to drown out the cheers of the crowd, but enough to be heard just faintly.

Nick: See...there are a few out there, mind you there will be more once the Sensational One begins to roll, but for now he has plenty of fans. But that isn't enough. Sure, the Sensational One can entertain the masses, but can he stand up to the big names...well the best way to find out is to test the Sensational One out. So...this first match with Constantine was fine and I appreciate the warm up, but the Sensational One is ready for some big fishes to be thrown his way. So if the president sees this and sees me speaking like this right now...why don't you give me a shot. I promise I won't dissappoint in fact, I may just surprise you. I await word from you boss...for now, this is the Sensational One saying...peace out!

The fans cheer as the feed goes back to ringside.

Harvey: Well, we're in the midst of one heck of a show...wait, the lights are going out again!

Chase: Last week, A.C. Smith got our attention and rocked the wrestling world. What's he got lined up NOW?”

We soon see all the lights flicker out while the static we first saw last week once again takes over the video board. It slowly fades to footage taken of the tall, muscular man from New York walking through a parking lot in Charlotte, North Carolina, during the American Wrestling Alliance's Springs and Breaks show in 2008, but the mood quickly changes when a white SUV clips Smith from behind and squeals off into the distance!

Audible gasps are heard in the arena, and we fade to an interview with a man identified by a lower-third title as Dr. Nick Rubey.

It's not good, Mark. The SUV hit the back of A.C.'s right ankle straight-on and then drove over it with one of the wheels. It looks like his ankle is broken in several places...

Another quick fade, and we transport in time again. This time, we land six weeks later, at No More Drama, where A.C. Smith, wearing a custom-made boot for his right ankle, stands in front of a shocked crowd, confronting his thought-to-be-dead ex-love interest, Tracy.

It's sad to think you almost got away with it. Two feet to the left, and I'm left with a broken spine, paralyzed. I'd never have been able to set foot in an AWA ring again, and I'd have been helpless, HELPLESS, to prevent the woman I grieved for so much, the woman who I fought for years after her demise, from seemingly resurrecting herself just for the sake of screwing me over.

Another fade, and this time, we're at King of the Kage, where Smith is in an anklelock applied by Tracy's new beau, Tyler Harrison. Harrison has it cinched so tight he's actually turned himself around, but Smith, despite being in excruciating pain, reaches backward, crosses Tyler's legs, and rises upward in a variation of the Sharpshooter despite still being in the anklelock! The crowd in attendance at the arena gasps in remembering the moment, which hasn't lost any luster in the four years since its happening.

Finally, we travel to the final pay-per-view of AWA's existence, Classic 2008, where Smith and Harrison faced off again in a no-disqualifications match. Tyler tells Tracy to calm down, and he picks Smith up to set him up for an Irish whip. He winks to Tracy, who nods back before turning around to argue with a heckler in the crowd. Smith, however, reverses the move into a whip of his own, and Tracy, who thinks she's helping Tyler, actually trips him, to the amazement of play-by-play man Herb Summers and shamelessly-biased color man Frank Jackson!

FJ: NO!!

HS: What a break for Smith! Now can he capitalize?

Smith wastes absolutely no time in picking Harrison up and dropping him back down to the ground with a gorilla press slam. He then follows up with a huge splash that shakes the ring! He makes the cover, and referee Stu Abbot is there to make the count: One, two, thr--Tracy tries to pull Abbot out of the ring, but his hand hits the ring on the way out, and he calls for the bell!

FJ: I DEMAND A RECOUNT!!

HS: You won't get one! After an amazing match that was, at times, a handicap match, A.C. Smith has emerged victorious over Tyler Harrison and Tracy Jacobs! His demons have been exorcized, and he couldn't be happier!

Smith's hand is raised, and the screen once again freezes on the victorious Big Apple Asskicker as we hear his voice.

I've been to hell and back too many times to count. I've been shot at, stabbed, run down, and had my ex return from faking her own death to haunt me.

To anyone who thinks I'm blowing smoke when I say I can't be intimidated...try me.

We fade back to the static screen, and the bold gray text makes another appearance.

A.C. SMITH
HE'S COMING

The lights slowly come back on, and we go to our announce team, which is stunned at the memories that have come rushing back.

Harvey: That was, without question, one of the most bitter feuds in wrestling history. A.C. Smith very nearly had his career ended in that hit-and-run, and was pretty much on one leg for his match at King of the Kage, but ultimately stood tall at Classic.

Chase: Again, a really bold statement by the Big Apple Asskicker. But the guy's a former cop who had his ex try to kill him. When you think about it, if you've survived all that, what CAN scare you?

Harvey: A.C. Smith hasn't yet arrived here on Overdrive, but he's certainly making his presence felt here in Action Packed Wrestling.

We go back to the ring


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

“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. 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.

Paige: Introducing first, weighing in at 265 pounds and hailing from Dallas, Texas… Assassin!

”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.

”And what makes us so certain this will be the best time in wrestling history?!”

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.

”Because when the world ends this 2012…it HAS to involve Delikado!!!”

Paige: And introducing his opponent, weighing in at 169 pounds, and hailing from Pinar del Río, Cuba… Delikado!

Assassin vs. Delikado

The match begins as Assassin moves in for Delikado, who begins nimbly moving about the ring. Assassin stretches out for Delikado, who avoids his grabs. Assassin backs Delikado into a corner, but the crafty Cuban rolls under a grab attempt! However, upon rolling, Delikado holds himself up by his arms in a handstand! A small amount of laughter can be heard from the crowd!

Chase: Hey, this Cuban guy’s pretty athletic!

Harvey: Assassin clearly isn’t happy as Delikado appears to be simply toying with him!

Assassin snarls, and with a burst of speed, moves in to grab Delikado…but Delikado’s feet go forward, turning his body into a bridge as Assassin’s grab misses! Assassin goes to drop an elbow on Delikado, but he rolls away as Assassin’s elbow hits the canvas! He quickly tries to get back up, but gets a kick to the chin for his efforts! Delikado uses a few swift kicks to keep Assassin down, but the big man doesn’t stay docile for long as he grabs Delikado and rams him into the corner! He keeps Delikado in the corner with some vicious chops and forearm shots, almost throwing the smaller man out of the ring. He then drags Delikado to the middle of the ring, and after a knee to the stomach, lifts Delikado and slams him to the ring with a scoop slam!

Harvey: Being 100 pounds lighter isn’t going to help Delikado trade blows with the powerful Assassin! If he can’t outwit or outrun Assassin, another slam like that might take Delikado out of here!

Chase: What, is he going back to Cuba? Don’t be such a racist Harvey!

Harvey: I wasn’t….nevermind…

Assassin starts to lift Delikado up, but Delikado yanks at Assassin’s shot-strings! However, his efforts land him a few hard shots to the back, and Assassin lifts up Delikado for another slam…but Delikado slides off his back! Before Assassin can turn, he’s dropped with a neckbreaker! Assassin tries to pull himself up, but gets a dropkick to the head for his troubles! Assassin once again tries to get up, but receives the DiSextion (Legdrop to head, then chest, then legs) which finally stops the big man from moving! Delikado makes a pin…

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Delikado then positions himself on Assassin, and reaches in his pocket…and pulls out a cigar! He lights it as he sits on top of a dazed Assassin!

Chase: Awww yeah, it’s time to get a little smokey in here!

Harvey: I, uh…well this is an unusual turn of events! Looks like Delikado is going to take a smoke break in this match!

Delikado is about to put it in his mouth, but the referee snatches it and berates Delikado, who looks like a sad puppy! The referee goes to hand the cigar to a ringworker, when Delikado rolls off Assassin, and totally unlaces his boots! The referee turns back around, to see Delikado standing up, quivering his lip. Delikado then turns towards Assassin, who is back on his feet and begins to take some shots at Delikado! The Cuban wrestler stumbles back against the ropes, and Assassin moves in…before stepping out of his boot! He turns to look at it, before turning back…right into the Last Call from Cuba (Superkick)!!!

Harvey: That crafty son of a bitch!

Chase: You say crafty, I say…smartest man ever!

Delikado looks surprised as he looks at Assassin’s boot, before he hops on the big man for a pin…

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Delikado's music plays and the ref raises his arm in victory

Harvey: Delikado picks up his second win here in APW

Chase: He could be someone to look out for in the future

Delikado celebrates his victory as we go backstage



We cut backstage and APW Hall of Famer Jason Royce is walking around backstage with a bag in his hand. Jason is looking around and stops at a door. Jason knocks and waits for the door to open. After a few seconds, the door opens and standing there is Yarmouth..

Yarmouth: Who are you and what can I do for you?

Jason: Who am I? I’m the very man who will take you to the top, and not your so called manager , who is as stupid and useless as stick in the mud.

Yarmouth: Watch what you say about my Dad he has helped me.

Jason: Listen dude I saw your match last week and you got beat, even after your dad said he would help you win, frankly you do not need a two bit loser like him. I would suggest that you dump your dad and take my services. I swear, I will take you to the top and many title shots at all cost no matter what we have to do.

Yarmouth: Listen, why would I need you as my manager anyway, you are retired and whatnot how can you guarantee me victories?

Jason: Look you retard ,you need me, I don’t need you, here is the thing I saw on you tube what to said earlier this week, and frankly you went way too far with threading the boss. If I was you I would not go that far as to threaten the very man that gave you a contract here in APW.

Yarmouth: So you seem to be someone I cannot trust. Tell one thing that I can trust that will get me title matches, and victories?

Jason grabs a felt bag and inside lays a replica of the APW Xtreme title that he got after winning his first title and puts it on the shoulder then grabs the Replica APW Tag Team title and puts it on his other shoulder.

Jason: Look, this is why I can help ok. I am a champion before I retired and busted my hump to earn these titles. The way you are going about getting title shots is stupid and arrogant, before you start demanding title shots, let’s start by getting you wins ok.

Yarmouth: So can I think about it or do I just have no choice but to take you up on your offer.

Jason: You got 1 week next overdrive you find me and let me know what you say cause I am going to say one last thing I am going to take you places, get you title matches, many victories, you do not need dad you need ME!!!!!!!, think about it.

Jason puts the titles back in the felt bag, and heads out of the locker room smirking as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

The scene opens backstage inside a locker room. The camera pans across the room before resting on the figure of Xtreme Champion John Dionysus who is going through some stretching exercises ahead of his match with Level-One later on the show. There is the sound of the door to the room being opened and Dionysus immediately stops what he is doing and tenses up as Michael Harris walks on-camera and stops less than a metre away from the Xtreme Champion.

Nothing is spoken, but the body language of both men says everything you need to know, both men staring intensely, waiting for the other to make the first move. After about ten seconds it is Dionysus who tries to break the tension.

Dionysus: Congratulations on beating Chris Hart last week. It looks like we’re going to be doing battle again very soon, and to be honest, I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Dionysus extends a hand but Harris doesn’t drop his eyes and just keeps staring. After a few seconds Dionysus, realising there is going to be no handshake and feeling a bit self-conscious, retracts the hand. Harris, glancing at the Xtreme Championship belt and then back to staring at Dionysus, finally speaks in a matter of fact tone.

Harris: Enjoy every moment you still have with the Xtreme Title in your grasp. Those moments, they’re precious because they are so few indeed. I will take that title from you Dionysus, and then you will know that I am ‘The Greatest Ever’.

Harris pauses momentarily.

Harris: But do you what is the real beauty of it all? I can and I will take that title away from you anytime I want. It could happen at Mayhem, it could happen next week, it could all come to end tonight in this very place. The end of your reign and the end of you.

Harris finishes his threat and a smirk breaks out on his face. Harris points at the title and backs away off-camera chuckling to himself. Dionysus watches him leave with a look of confusion on his face, then looks at the belt, then back in the direction of the door with a worried look on his face. We go back to ringside


Paige: The following contest is schedule for one fall

"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.

Paige: Introducing first, from Manchester England, weighing in at 232 pounds, BLADE!

The fans begins to boo loudly as blade smirks and takes it all in. He begins to strut down towards the ring where he stops and points his finger out at his opponent. They step back and Blade uses the ropes to enter the ring.

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

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

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

Singles Match

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Blade Vs Keaton Saint


With Keaton standing on the ropes posing for the fans, Blade runs over and attacks Keaton from behind and the ref calls for the bell to start the match. Blade pulls Keaton off the ropes and puts him in the corner where Blade gives Keaton an echoing chop. Blade grabs Keaton and pulls him to the middle of the ring where he scoop slams him. Blade bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow onto Keaton before going for the cover
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Chase: Why am I hearing Rumors that Keaton will be joining us later tonight for commentary? That has to be the worst idea ever.

Harvey: Well, those rumors are true, and Keaton will be joining us during the Terry Marvin, CJ Gates match later tonight.

Blade picks Keaton up, takes him to the corner and drives his shoulder into Keaton’s midsection. Blade snap mares Keaton out of the corner and Blade kicks him in the back of the head. The crowd boo Blade as he flips the crowd off and lifts Keaton up. Keaton on his knee’s, punches Blade in the gut, then gets to his feet and punches Blade in the face, backing him to the ropes. Keaton Irish whips Blade into the ropes and gives Blade a hip toss. Blade gets up and Keaton kicks him in the gut and gives him a snap suplex. Keaton covers
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Blade rolls out of the ring and the crowd boo’s.

Harvey: Looks like Blade is looking to regroup here.

Chase: I hope Blade beats the crap out of him so Keaton can’t be doing commentary later on in the show.

Blade say’s he’s had enough and begins making his way up the ramp away from the ring. The crowd boo, and then those boo’s turn into cheer’s as Keaton exit’s the ring and runs up the ramp and clotheslines Blade from behind, knocking him down. Keaton lifts Blade up, brings him back to ringside and rolls him in. Keaton gets into the ring and Blade backs to the corner like a coward, trying to call a time out. Keaton walks to Blade and Blade tries to exit the ring, but Keaton grabs him and struggles to pull Blade in. The ref tries to get Keaton to let go of Blade due to him being in the ropes and Blade kicks his leg up, low blowing Keaton. Keaton goes down and Blade plays dumb like he doesn’t know what happened and covers Keaton
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Chase: Blade, the smartest man in the ring right now

Harvey: A sneaky move that was by Blade.

Blade lifts Keaton up and drills him with a punch, knocking him down. Blade helps Keaton back up and gives him a back breaker. Blade holds Keaton on his knee and bends him backwards. Blade then shoves Keaton to the mat. Keaton crawls towards the ropes and Blade leans Keaton over the middle rope and chokes him. The ref counts to 4 and Blade releases. Blade then with his right arm, swings it between the ropes, connecting Keaton in the side of the face. Blade pulls Keaton out of the ropes and gives him a flowing DDT. Blade hooks the leg for the cover
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Blade picks Keaton up and throws him into the ropes, giving him a flapjack. Keaton bounces to his feet and runs off the ropes and takes Keaton down with a running diving shoulder block. Blade covers
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Harvey: Blade is really taking it to Keaton here. Keaton hasn’t be able to get any offence in since that groin shot

Chase: I told you, Blade is a smart man

Blade picks Keaton up, throws him into the corner. Blade runs at him and Keaton gets a boot up into his face. Blade stumbles back, and then runs at Keaton again, and Keaton moves and Blade hit’s the corner chest first. Blade stumbles backwards and Keaton grabs Blade from behind, lifts him up and drops him with a side belly to back suplex. The fans cheer as Keaton gets to his feet. Blade gets up and Keaton takes him down with a clothesline and then another. Keaton throws Blade into the ropes and takes him down with a power slam. Keaton hooks the leg
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Harvey: Keaton is on a roll now

Chase: Not for long!

Keaton picks Blade up and hits him with a European uppercut, sending Blade to the corner. Keaton this hits Blade with multiple knife edge chops and then pulls Blade out of the corner and lifts him up with a stalling Fisherman’s Suplex. Keaton holds Blade for a few seconds and then drops him. Keaton covers
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Harvey: Looks like Keaton may be looking to end this now with the Keaton Clutch.

Keaton goes to get on Blade for the Camel clutch, but Blade is able to block it and grabs Keaton’s arm and flips him over. Keaton gets up and Blade nails him with a running jumping knee to the face. With Keaton down, Blade goes to the ring apron and climbs up to the top rope. Keaton gets to his feet and Blade leaps off with a cross body block. Blade lands it, but the momentum causes Blade to flip over with Keaton on top of him and Keaton covers Blade and Keaton holds Blade down for the cover
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Winner: Keaton Saint[/center]

Chase: What?

Harvey: That came out of no where.

Keaton is quick to exit the ring and Blade gets up and goes after Keaton but is stopped by the ropes. Blade kicks the bottom rope in frustration.

Keaton celebrates his victory as he heads up the ramp then goes backstage as we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

Cutting backstage, Chris Hart is shown standing by with Shane West.

Shane West: Ladies and gentleman, I am standing here with Chris Hart who last week stepped into the squared circle in a losing effort against Michael Harris. Chris, last week you had an opportunity to continue the momentum coming off of your performance at Rasslemania. How do you rebound after a tough loss against Michael Harris?

Chris Hart: Easy, I do the same thing I do every week Shane: I step into the ring and give it my all. Last week that wasn’t enough and I have to begrudgingly give my respect to Michael Harris. He was the better man on that night and he deserves the shot to go against John Dionysus once more for the Xtreme Championship.

Shane West: You mentioned the Xtreme Championship and John Dionysus. I know there were a lot of people who had you pegged as the victor and facing John for the belt, but with that out of the picture what’s next for Chris Hart?

Chris Hart: I really appreciate the support that each and every person has given me since I showed up in here in APW. I’m not upset that I lost to Harris for myself, I’m disappointed for each and every person that wanted me to finally get my shot at championship gold and now have to wait a little bit longer. So what’s next Shane? It’s simple, if I’m not going to be competing for a championship or the prestige and reputation of Overdrive, my singular focus is going to be putting on a show for each and every MegaFan in attendance.

Shane West: Any particular ideas?

Chris Hart: I don’t know Shane. This past week since I’ve not been preparing for a match I’ve been looking at each and every APW Megastar and figured there’d be a ton of things I could do. I could give Michael Callahan a good ole’ piece of Canada and finally shut him up.

There’s a large roar from the crowd.

Chris Hart: I could go after Level One and the Syndicate and put an end to their little revolution they’re trying to commence.

Another roar.

Chris Hart: Or I …

Delikado: Could give Delikado his Eight-Fifty back.

The camera pans around and focuses on Delikado as he blows smoke right into the camera. As it thins out the familiar crooked smile of the crazy Cuban is shown as he stares at Chris Hart.

Delikado: Hey, asshole, whatchu think, Delikado gonna forget? No. I’m not going to let you forget about your debt, Chris. You disrespected Delikado last week, even more than you disrespected yourself by attempting to defile your ….

Chris Hart: You’re like the shit stain that just won’t wash out of Old Man Frank Cannon’s tigthy whitey’s, aren’t you?

Delikado: You can attempt to mock Delikado, Christianity, but even though your career is rising from the dead, Delikado remembers when you couldn’t even roll away a stone … Fucking-A, I’m even talking like you. Damn you, you need to quit following Delikado and rubbing your smelly Canadian-self off on me.

Chris Hart: Right!

Delikado: Left! To the left! Left without giving Delikado his eight dollars and fifty cents for his train ticket, left without giving Delikado a thank you for being a gentleman and offering you a chance to go back to your igloo in Canada.

Chris Hart: Knowing you that train would go off the tracks halfway back.

Delikado: Awww, you give poor old Deli too much credit. *whisper*Fuck, how did he know?*whisper* That’d require too much work ethic, and you see it’s really easy to tape you and Mrs. Noble from the Deli Tee Vee headquarters in Alaska when you’re in Canada.

Chris Hart: What?

Delikado: You see Delikado has to do something to get his eight dollars and fifty cents back, even if it means selling …

Chris Hart: Ten bucks? All this is about ten bucks?

Delikado: No! Eight dollars, fifty cents! Four Jefferson’s and two Washington’s, but then again you wouldn’t know that coming from Canada. Can you even *spell* Washington?

Chris Hart: Are you serious?

Delikado: SPELL IT, BITCH!

Chris Hart: I …

Delikado: URGH! WRONG! It’s spelt W-A and the rest doesn’t fucking matter. I don’t want the smiling mug of that liberal Marxist facist Hamilton staring at me. Delikado wants his eight dollars and fifty cents!

Chris Hart: I …

Delikado: You already had your chance to spell the word, Chris.

Deli turns to Shane West.

Delikado: You want to know what’s next for Chris Hart, Shane? Well Delikado has never been one to disappoint--unlike Chris Hart--and next week he’s going to prove it once again. Chris and I are going to step into the ring and square off against each other and the stakes are going to be high. Real high, like a stoner flying on a kite in space! You see we’re going to stick eight dollars and fifty cents on a pole and that way when Delikado wins he’ll finally get his eight-fifty back!

Chris Hart stares at Delikado and shakes his head as Deli turns and stares back at him.

Delikado: And if you’re not down with that, Delikado’s got three words for ya! “Kurt Noble’s wife …”

Chris immediately charges after Deli who breaks off down the hallway, churning as he rounds the corner with Chris in hot pursuit as the camera cuts back to ringside.


Paige: The following Tag Team match is scheduled for one fall, and if the AKA wins, they become the #1 Contenders for the APW Tag Team Titles!

Chase: This match was set up by last week by The Studmuffins' manager, Biggs. And in a sign of tough love, if the Studmuffins want to give The AKA a shot at the Tag Team Titles, they'll have to lose to them tonight!

Harvey: Tough love? You call that tough love!? It's flat out extortion by Biggs! He doesn't want the AKA getting a shot at those belts, and he knows that his clients are too prideful to just lie down for the veteran team here tonight!

The lights go out in the arena as Craven's Remix "Just Close Your Eyes and Trip the Darkness) begins. Fire erupts from the stage as the color scheme goes black and white. Slade and Shadow slowly rise from beneath the stage surrounded by flames.

Paige: Making their way to the ring at this time, from Texas, weighing in at a combined weight of 514 pounds, Slade Craven and Shadow, The A…K…A!

As Slade extends his hand the fire dissipates, and they begin walking down to the ring to the roar of the fans. Both slide under the bottom rope as twin mortar shells hurl toward the stage exploding causing the color scheme to go color showing the two fireworks are dark purple.

Harvey: Listen to the ovation these two are receiving! These fans love the AKA, and I have to agree with them! I'm glad they're back!

Chase: I'm not! I can't stand them!

Shadow and Slade both climb a turnbuckle performing their pose with smiles from behind their sunglasses. They turn and drop down to the ring and remove their coats and glasses to hand them to the referee.

The lights start flashing alternately between yellow and pink, and The Studmuffins make their entrance dressed in leopard print trunks, vests, and white fedoras. Each of them wear one of the APW Tag Team Title Belts around their waist, and they pump their fists and thrust their hips on stage before heading down to the ring, hitting on the women as they go along. Biggs walks behind them, looking smugly at the AKA, like he knows that he has them where he wants them.

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

Harvey: The Studmuffins were told earlier tonight by Slade and Shadow that they don't want anything handed to them, that they want to earn their Tag Team Title shot. Still, this match is certainly straining their relationship with their manager, Biggs!

Chase: If it wasn't for Biggs, the Studmuffins wouldn't even be in APW! They owe him everything, and if he doesn't think they should give The AKA a title shot, well, then they should listen to his wisdom!

Once they enter the ring, both Sr. Guapo and “Stunning” Stan begin to gyrate, and remove their vests before throwing their fedoras into the crowd. They unclasp their belts and hand them to their manager, who holds the belts up high. Biggs taunts the AKA as he does so, yelling that they'll never hold them. Sr. Guapo and “Stunning” Stan have annoyed looks on their faces as their manager berates Slade and Shadow. As Biggs exits the ring and the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Non-Title Match
The Studmuffins © vs. The AKA

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Harvey: We're starting with the two big boys here, as “Stunning” Stan weighs in at 265 pounds, and Shadow has 34 pounds on him, tipping the scales at 299! These are not small men in the ring right now! Wait what is Slade doing?!

“The Main Man” has produced a microphone and is in the middle of the ring. Talking to Shadow and the crowd right quick to the confusion of the StudMuffins

Slade- Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, WHOA! First off Biggs… Shut the hell up!

The fans begin to cheer madly upon hearing this.

Slade- Now point two, what the hell was that?

He motions to the Studdmuffins with a confused and horrified look on his face.

Slade- I don’t want to see that. Don’t do that!

He shakes his head as he turns and exits the ring and Shadow and Stan tie up in the middle of the ring, and the fans are cheering loudly for both as they push back and forth on one another, with Shadow eventually getting the advantage due to his size and strength. He backs Stan into the ropes and lets go, giving him a hard Knife Edge Chop that lights up Stan's chest and echoes throughout the arena! He gives Stan another chop to the chest, and another, before whipping Stan towards the opposite ropes! On the way back, he lifts Stan right up into a Gorilla Press position, but before he can slam him down, Stan drops down behind him and wraps his arms around the waist, going for a German Suplex! However, Shadow blocks the attempt, wrapping his foot around Stan's ankle, and gives him a few hard elbow shots to the side of the head before pulling a standing switch to get behind Stan and give him a devastating Full Nelson Slam! He goes for an early cover, but not even a one count on the one half of the tag team champs! Shadow stays on focus, sitting Stan up and applying a Seated Full Nelson before pulling Stan right up like he was nothing!

Harvey: What a scary display of strength from Shadow here, pulling Stan back up to a standing position!

Chase: As much as I hate to say it, Stan needs to get something going, otherwise we might see the AKA versus The Studmuffins for the belts at Mayhem!

Shadow powers Stan up for another Full Nelson Slam, but on the way down, Stan counters it into a varient of an Armdrag! Both of them get to their feet at roughly the same time, and Stan pulls off another Deep Armdrag! The ring shakes with the impact, and as both men get back up, Stan jumps up to nail Shadow in the face with a Dropkick! Stan is quick to roll Shadow onto his belly, and he then applies a Chinlock in the early goings of the match.

Chase: There we go!

But suddenly Shadow grabs Stan’s hands and begins pulling apart Stan’s arms. Shadow rolls and gets to his feet still holding Stan’s wrists. Shadow kicks Stan in the gut and delivers a big overhead club to the back. Stand drops to the mat and pops back up as Shadow grabs him and hurls him into the corner. Stan starts to come out but Shadow nails him with a right and tags in Slade. The fans pop as Craven leaps over the ropes and they both grab Stan and launch him into and Irish whip then pull him back into the corner hard.

Chase: Come on!

Harvey: Well they just came back!

Slade lifts up Stan as Shadow gets out of the ring. Craven smiles real big and throws a hard right hand but Stan, still aggravated with the comments earlier and ducks it grabs Slade and hits the body slam! Then another, and a third!

Harvey: Look at Stan go!

Stan gyrates for the screaming crowd the tags in Sr. Guapo with fire. Sr. Guapo gets in the in the ring amongst the cheering fans and leaps across the ring at Slade. Craven rucks the clothesline and hits a drop kick but Sr. Guapo gets up quickly as Slade goes grabs his arm to shoot Sr. Guapo off. But he counters the whip and on the return catches Slade with a running knee lift. Slade hits the mat hard as Sr. Guapo drops a big elbow and goes for the cover, 1
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Chase: Slade down for two!

Harvey: It’s still early!

Sr. Guapo rolls Slade into an armbar as the ref cheks him. But Slade refuses to tap and reaches out to grab the rope with his other arm forcing Sr. Guapo to break the hold. He doesn’t let go though and drags Slade to the corner tagging back in Stan. The two pull him up by the ropes and shoot him off hitting a double hit toss, then amuse the fans and taunt Slade by gyrating in the middle of the ring over him. Slade then kips up and ducks a double clothesline and for a goes for a springboard double back elbow but the Studmuffins catch him and turn it
into a double facebuster! Stan goes for the cover as Sr. Guapo exits the ring, 1
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Harvey: That was close.

Chase: Slade better step up or the A.K.A. may not be at Mayhem!

Slade tries to crawl to the corner to tag Shadow but Stan grabs his ankle and pulls him back to the center of the ring and hits an elbow to the back. As Slade tries to get up Stan locks him into an abdominal stretch. He pulls “The Main Man” to his feet in it and synchs in the hold as the ref asks Slade. Craven refuses to tap though. He pulls his arm forward and elbows Stan once, then twice and yells loudly as Stan’s grip weakens and Slade hits a big hip toss. Craven pulls himself up as Stan charges to tackle. But Craven leap frogs him, springboards off the corner and turns catching the confused Stan with a hurricanranna then as he gets back up Slade kicks him in the midsection and hits a big DDT. Both men are down as the ref starts to count.

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Harvey: Here we go!

Shadow and Sr. Guapo charge across the ring but Shadow hits the clothesline. Then he nails the rising Stan with one. He turns then catches a running Sr. Guapo with a big back body drop, Stan rolls out of the way last minute to dodge as Sr. Guapo crashes to the mat. Shadow grabs Stan as the other two men roll out and Shadow lifts him up into a bear hug locking in the hold for a moment before slamming him forward into a spinebuster. He delivers two stomps the jumps up driving down a big leg drop. He goes for a cover, 1
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Winners: The Studmuffins[/center]

Biggs lets go of Shadow's feet right at the count of three, before either of the Studmuffins can notice what he had done.

Paige: Here are your winners, by pinfall, “Stunning” Stan Everdeen and “Sr. Guapo” Armando Asante, The Studmuffins!

“Sexy and I Know It” blares over the speakers as Stan makes his way to his feet and begins to celebrate in the ring. Biggs is quick to slide in and raise his client's arm in victory. Sr. Guapo and Slade Craven stop brawling, and look into the ring, where Biggs is acting like the Studmuffins just won the Super Bowl. Shadow has an irked look on his face as he sits up and glares at Biggs.

Harvey: A crooked win for the Studmuffins here tonight, but to their credit, I don't think they wanted to win in this way!

Chase: It doesn't matter how you win, just that you win! And since the Studmuffins won, the AKA can kiss their Tag Team Title hopes good-bye!

The ref hands The Studmuffins their belts, and Biggs gets them to quickly exit the ring while Shadow explains to Slade what happened. The AKA has words for the ref, but the referee just shakes his head, reiterating that he didn't see anything. The Studmuffins have confused looks on their faces, looking from the AKA to Biggs, and back again. Biggs continues to play up their win as Overdrive cuts to commercial break.

[President Jeff]

Returning from commercial break Action Packed Wrestling viewers are greeted by the image an unknown male, wearing a pair of old-fashioned large glasses, a baby blue suit standing slightly to the side with a smirk on his face, letting out a loud sigh, the smirk fades and the silence is interrupted as his well articulated tone begins to speak.

Unknown Male: You're probably wondering why some guy is on your television screen. You're probably wondering, why is some guy you've never seen before on your television screen. You're probably wondering, "where is the professional wrestling I want to watch? Is that guy a wrestler. He doesn't look like a wrestler, he looks like a manager"...

Straightening up from his mocking expression, the unknown male places his hands on his hips, his eyes beams into the barrel of the camera as he takes a breath.

Unknown Male: ...well, congratulations, MORONS, that's exactly what I am, a manager! And for the next ninety seconds I'd advise you to stop whatever the hell it is you're doing and pay attention to nothing but the sound of my voice, you don't pay attention to your mother, your father, your sister or brother, your girlfriend, wives or children; if your dog dies this second, you leave the little bastard there to die, you can bury him in the morning! Cause I have something to say.

Breathing heavily through his nose the unnamed male in-question readjusts himself, raising his hand and pointing his finger towards the camera, readying himself to speak.

Unknown Male: Professional wrestling has gone to hell! For the past decade all anybody does is cut a promo! "Here, you want to get over, you want to draw some heat, you need some airtime, GO CUT A PROMO!" And company officials allow people; sorry, "wrestlers", even those who couldn't speak to save their natural born lives the chance to ramble on about whatever the hell is happening to them this week, cause that is what the business has became! Talking, talking... for no apparent reason.

Shaking his head, the male licks his lips and smugly grins.

Unknown Male: *Whispers* I'm sick of it...

Allowing the grin to wash away the male now chuckles to himself, once again shaking his head.

Unknown Male: I loved this sport as a kid. But it isn't a sport anymore, no. It's a soap opera where all everybody wants to do... is talk... but I'm going to change that. I'm not going to talk-the-talk... I'm going to show you somebody who will walk-the-walk. This isn't a random rhetorical rant from some unknown guy they've allowed on television, no.... this is my message to Action Packed "Wrestling"...

His attention turns to the side as the camera zooms out, a larger male coming into the image, built around 6'3", dirty blond hair, his large arms intertwined across his chest as he stares deathly into the camera, not moving an inch, asides from blinking you'd assume he was a statue.

Unknown Male: ...allow me to introduce... a true American Hero. This man fought for your country, for the government you elected into office, risking his life so that most of you at home... could sit on your asses, and talk... he is a former American soldier, with an extensive and accomplished background in amateur wrestling... his name... is Carter Rutherford...

Turning back to the camera, the still unidentified male once again points towards the camera as Rutherford continues to stand motionless, allowing his assumed manager to speak for him.

Unknown Male: ...and I challenge anybody that wishes to show they aren't all talk, to wrestle this man. This man isn't going to walk into Action Packed Wrestling and talk, oh no... he is going to walk into Action Packed Wrestling... and by the time he is done, you'll be lucky if you're left with the capabilities to speak. It's a dawning of a new era my friends...

Once again smirking he glances between Carter Rutherford and the camera, as Rutherford finally shows some form of movement in the form of a silent chuckle, his manager resuming.

Unknown Male: ...Lou Thesz didn't speak to win any belts and neither will this man. Professional wrestling will be taken back, by the wrestler himself. Next week, Carter Rutherford debuts. Next week, Carter Rutherford walks into Action Packed Wrestling, and next week, Carter Rutherford shoves the tongues of those who can't simply, shut the hell up, down their throats!

Rutherford stretches his neck to either side as the anger rises in his managers tone, before he takes another quick breather, straightens his jacket and concludes.

Unknown Male: If Superman were a professional wrestler, his name would be Carter Rutherford... My name is Richard Cullen... and that is all I have to say, about that.

The identified Richard Cullen raises his hand to his chin and smiles as the camera slowly moves in on the cold placid blue eyes of Carter Rutherford, as the purportedly labeled "Superman of Professional Wrestling" refrains from moving an inch, not even blinking as silence consumes and everything fades to black, Richard Cullen having told you, about that.

We go back to ringside


Paige: Ladies and Gentlemen, this following match is scheduled for one fall. Let me Introduce to you first, the special Guest Commentator….. 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 making his way to the announce table and donning the headset.

Harvey: And now let me welcome our guest today, Keaton Saint. Thanks for joining us here Keaton.

Keaton Saint: Pleasure to be here Harvey and call what should be a massive match up.

Chase: Yeah, I’m sure it’s a big thrill for you to call a match between two guys who have kicked your ass in recent weeks.

“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 he raises his arms up in the air to a loud chorus of cheers from the fans. He climbs back down and removes his cowboy hat and carefully hands it off, before removing his t-shirt.

Paige: Introducing first, from Fargo, North Dakota and weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, the Former Undisputed Champion…. C. J. GATES!!!

Harvey: Quite the match you had with C J last week Keaton, as we all saw that you pushed him to his limit.

Keaton Saint: C J Gates is one hell of a competitor and it was just an honor to be in the ring with him last week.

Chase: Ah, spoken like a man who just couldn’t get the job done.


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

Paige: Introducing his opponent from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds….he is the APW Overdrive Champion, The Real Show Terry Marvin!!!

Harvey: And here comes the man who has somehow held on to that OD title even after that hellacious championship match with you Keaton at Rasslemania where he basically stole the title from you.

Keaton Saint: I have no comment on that Harvey.

Chase: Nor should you Keaton. You got beat square and fair and I’m tired of people making excuses about it for you.

C J Gates vs. Terry Marvin

Marvin and Gates pace around the ring glaring at each other. They lock up right in the middle of the ring and Marvin uses his size advantage to shove Gates into the corner and the ref instantly steps in and calls for a break. Terry takes a step back and then slaps the taste out of Gates’ mouth. He laughs as the crowd boos down at him. Gates sees red and charges at Marvin who very calmly slides under the bottom rope to the outside. He quickly walks to the table where his Overdrive title resides and grabs it away from the attendant. He walks over to the announce table and holds the Overdrive title up and in Keaton Saint’s face. He screams at him. “Take a good Look Keaton… this is as close as you’ll EVER get”

Chase: Well, there you go Keaton, he’s taking a little time out of his busy schedule to let you know exactly where you stand.

Harvey: That is totally and completely uncalled for.

Keaton Saint: Once again, The Real Show shows his maturity and extreme arrogance. Perhaps he’d do better if he turned around!

Keaton points behind him and Terry turns right into a Vaulting body press from CJ Gates diving over the top rope. The crowd goes bonkers as both men crash to the ground. C J is the first to his feet as the ref counts.

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C J whips Marvin into the ringpost and is quick to grab him and roll him back into the ring. Gates climbs onto the apron He waits for Marvin to get to his feet and then springboards over the top rope and nails a spinning Heel kick in the back of his head. He heads to the ropes again and springboards off to drop the knee right across Marvin’s forehead. He quickly makes the cover.

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Keaton Saint: Gates proving once again that he is REALLY on a roll, and taking everything he has to Terry Marvin.

Chase: Oh yeah, it takes a whole lot of talent and guts to jump a guy from behind and beat the living hell out of him the whole time.

Harvey: Oh come on Chase. Marvin was gloating and turned his back on his opponent. He can’t stay focused and that’s all on him.

Terry gets to his feet and stumbles into the corner and against the turnbuckle. Gates is there and grabs Terry’s head. He hops on the turnbuckle and then dives off with a Tornado DDT. Terry rolls to the middle of the ring and CJ crawls over for the cover.

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Gates pulls Marvin to his feet and goes for a kick in the gut. Marvin grabs his foot and Gates hops up and kicks him in the head to land the Enziguiri. C J Gates hops to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with the Dropping DOW moonsault leg drop across Terry’s throat. CJ makes the cover and hooks the leg.

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CJ pounds the mat thinking he had Marvin this time. He pulls Terry to his feet and hits him with a few chops to the chest into the corner. He hooks both arms of Terry and goes for the Stamp of Approval. Terry manages to reach out and grab the top rope as C J falls back and smacks his head on the mat. Marvin falls to the mat in the corner catching his breath. C J gets back to his feet and approaches Terry trying to pull him to his feet. Terry clings to the ropes as the Ref has to come over to break them apart. As his attention is pulled away, Marvin brings his foot up into the crotch of Gates extremely hard. CJ doubles over. Marvin is back to his feet and takes CJ down with a Side Effect!

Keaton Saint: Guess we shouldn’t be too surprised that Terry had to resort to a cheap shot . After all, that’s pretty much what he does.

Chase: Once again Keaton, you just don’t get it do you? Marvin does whatever he has to in that ring. He doesn’t let the rules pigeonhole him into a one dimensional tallent.

Marvin pulls Gates up to his feet and Lifts him up and down with a Sidewalk slam. He drops a knee across the chest of Gates, and another. He drops three quick elbows to this sternum and then winds up with a hard kick to the gut as Gates tries to get to his feet. He pulls CJ up, spins him around, grabs him and takes him down with a German Suplex! He stands up and poses for the fans and gets boos and jeers from them for their effort. He pulls Gates up and takes him over with a northern Lights Suplex. He bridges it up for a pin.

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Marvin is back to his feet comes off the ropes and NAILS CJ with arunning lyriat to the head. He whips CJ face first into the turnbuckle and catches him as he rebounds backwards, hooks him and drops him with the You’re Cancelled. He makes the quick cover.

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CJ has his foot on the ropes at the last second. Marvin gets to his feet and screams at the Ref telling him to get his head in the game.

Harvey: For some reason, Marvin is blaming the ref for not picking up the pinfall.

Chase: Well, the reason is obvious isn’t it? The ref was way out of position there and then saw something that clearly didn’t happen.

Keaton Saint: Again, he focuses on finding a shortcut instead of keeping his mind on the match.

Marvin stomps the hell out of Gates taking his frustrations out until the Ref pulls him back. Marvin runs right back to CJ and puts his foot on his throat and uses the top rope for leverage as he chokes him out. The Ref is there for the count. 1….2…..3…..4…. Marvin backs off before kicking Gates in the side of the head. He pulls Keaton up and DROPS him with a Single Arm DDT. He props CJ’s arm up on the rope before dropping a knee across his shoulder. Gates rolls around in pain when Marvin slaps him in a arm bar. He pulls hard as the ref is right there to see if he wants to submit. Gates finds a way to get to the rope and break the hold. Marvin drags him away, pulls him up and takes him over with a arm whip and drops a leg across the arm and shoulder. He gets back up and kicks away at the arm and shoulder. He wrings his arm again and hops over the top rope holding onto Gates’ arm and drops down dropping it across the top rope. Marvin slides back in and waits for Gates to turn around. He grabs him and goes for the Show’s Over Crossface.

Chase: SHOWS OVER! That’s it, Marvin is gonna pick up a huge victory here!

Marvin struggles to lock in the other arm so instead he pulls back on the head, locking in a modified version. Marvin pulls back hard as CJ writhes in pain. Some how CJ pushes up and rolls over and tries to Pin Marvin.

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Marvin pulls CJ back to his feet, but CJ manages to get a couple hard rights to Marvin’s chin and runs to the ropes, bouncing off the ropes and running full steam at Marvin who sidesteps and pulls the Ref into the way of a huge dropkick. Gates looks at what he did and the downed referee. Marvin gets him from behind with a EDGE-A-Matic.

Harvey: The referee is down now and things are about to get a little crazy and Where is Marvin doing?

Terry has slid to the outside to the boos from the crowd and grabs his Overdrive title. He slides back in and stalks CJ as he gets to his feet.

Keaton Saint: That’s it! I’ve had just about enough.

Keaton throws his head set down and runs to the ropes and climbs on the apron. As Marvin begins to run at Gates with the title, Keaton grabs the strap and forces Marvin to turn around. Marvin swings at Saint but Saint ducks, grabs his head and pulls it down across the top rope forcing him to drop the title and he turns around right into a SHOULDER JAWBREAKER by C J Gates! Marvin stumbles still on his feet until CJ kicks him in the gut and drops him with the STAMP OF APPROVAL! He makes the cover but it takes a few seconds before he realizes that there is no counting going on.

Chase: WHAT is Keaton doing? He’s out here to commentate, not get involved in this match. He’s letting his hatred of Marvin get in the way!

Gates finally realizes what’s going on and gets to his feet. He shakes the referee to wake him up. As the ref stirs, Gates hops on the top turnbuckle. He leaps off with THE GATECRASHER! NOOOOO! Marvin moves out of the way and Gates crashes to the mat. Marvin smiles as he gets to his feet and looks out to the fans. They boo at him as he waits for CJ to get up. He kicks him hard in the gut and wraps him up for the WHIPLASH. But Keaton Saint is up on the apron again screaming at Marvin who screams back. Finally the Ref gets him off the apron and sends him back to the announce table. Marvin turns back to gates and lifts him for the Whiplash, Gates counters mid air and ends up with Marvin in a reverse DDT position. Marvin Struggles, but Gates throws some forearms in the gut of Marvin and then hits the………………………………. NOBLE NECKBREAKER!!!

Harvey: OH MY GOD! Noble Neckbreaker! CJ Gates just used Noble very own finisher against Marvin.

Chase: You mean he STOLE Noble’s finisher. Noble can’t just sit idly by after this. It’s a crime, just like the one You just commited Keaton!

Keaton Saint: I have no idea what you’re talking about Chase.

Gates climbs over Marvin and hooks the leg as the announcers are having the discussion and the referee counts.

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Paige: WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY PINFALL….. CJ GATES!!!

Chase: NOOO!!! Gates just stole one!

Keaton Saint: NO, Marvin got what he had coming to him, and that is all!

C J Gates celebrates the victory as he rolls out of the ring and heads back upstage. Marvin seethes in the ring as he glares at Keaton Saint.

Harvey: CJ Gates with another big victory and he’s on a roll leading up to his big match with Kurt Noble at Mayhem. But Marvin once again failed to win the big one!

Keaton Saint: Like he’ll always do because he will FOREVER be looking for that illusive shortcut instead of taking care of business in that ring…..

Harvey: KEATON LOOKOUT!!!!

Just then Keaton looks to see Marvin swinging a steel chair at his head. He ducks out of the way and Harvey is grazed with the chair knocking him to the ground. Keaton stands to his feet and throws a punch in the face of Marvin. He kicks Marvin in the gut and shoves him face first into the ring post. He picks up the steel chair and looks at Marvin. The crowd starts going nuts chanting for him to hit Marvin. Keaton looks like he’s going to do it but then finally throws the Chair down. Marvin comes too just at that moment and spits in Keatons Face. Keaton snaps and kicks Marvin in the gut sending him back against the Steel post, picks up the chair and SWINGS IT AT MARVINS HEAD SANDWICHING IT BETWEEN THE CHAIR AND THE POST! Then he winds up and DOES IT AGAIN as marvin is slouched on the floor. He beats him over and over and over until the chair is dented beyond use.

Chase: MY GOD! Keaton just took Marvin’s head off! Then he relentlessly beat Marvin over and over and over. He’s lost his marbles. Somebody get the National guard out here.

The crowd is deafening with their chairs but Keaton looks on like he doesn’t know what the hell he did. He pulls his hair back as he makes his way up the ramp to the back stage. EMTS come out to help marvin and Keaton stares on with his hands in his hair wondering what the hell happened, looking shocked that he just did that.

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back from commercial as Gates is cooling down from his match. He takes a swig of water…before being approached from behind by Noble, who flashes Gates a smile.

Noble: Quite a match out there bud! That was…well, it was really something!

Gates: Thanks Kurt.

Noble: Especially when…well, nevermind. Good job tonight!

Noble grins again, but Gates pauses.

Gates: Especially when what?

Noble: Well…I mean, not to be pushy, but you…well, you used one of my moves. That neck-breaker, when you were facing Marvin. I mean, you know the move, right? I did use it on you at Rasslemania…

Suddenly, the same woman from earlier walks by.

Female: Hey, just wanted to say that was pretty cool out there-

Noble: Sorry Miss, do you mind? We’re kind of in the middle of a conversation. Sorry…

The girl frowns, and walks off as Noble turns back to Gates, who cocks his head to the side as Noble shrugs.

Gates: Yeah…I remember. Just trying to vary up my game before Mayhem., and I decided to try it in a split second opportunity-

Noble: So you thought it was the right move to use for that situation? Instead of one of your own…?

Gates frowns a bit as Noble keeps his grin.

Gates: Just wanted to try something new is all-

Noble: I got you bud, don’t worry. It’s a good move. You did it pretty well too. Maybe sometime before Mayhem, you can show me how to do a few flips in the air with this bad knee of mine. Who knows…might help sometime soon!

Noble chuckles to himself as he checks a clock on the wall.

Noble: I need to start getting ready for my match. Can’t disappoint in the Main Event, you know. Great job tonight bud, and I’ll see you later.

Noble limps off as Gates just watches him, a bit of a dry look on his face and we cut to another part of the arena

In the back, Marvin is nursing his injuries after the attack by Keaton Saint and is bitching to anyone who will listen about the shitty referee job, and the squishiness of the ref who was knocked out in his match, and their negligence in preventing Keaton Saint from unjustly jumping him from behind. Suddenly, he is joined by two figures behind him…Syndicate members Felipe DeLoren and Violet LeWinter approach him with smiles on their faces.

Felipe DeLoren: Mr. Marvin, it’s quite a pleasure to meet you. I was quite impressed with how well you handled your unique…..situation at Rasslemania. I really must say that you have caught our attention.

Terry looks at both of them cautiously…his gaze going to the beautiful Violet more often than not. But he smiles politely and shakes the hand extended to him by Felipe.

Terry Marvin: I was wondering when you’d get around to paying me a visit. You see, most of the locker room has a giant bone to pick with you and the Syndicate. They seem to think you’re intending to ruin APW.

Violet LeWinter: They just fear what they don’t understand and clearly they don’t understand the purpose of the syndicate.

Terry Marvin: Oh, you don’t have to explain it to me. See, I know full well of the corruption in the APW and it seems like you guys are here to clean it up. I for one can’t wait to see what changes you lot bring about. I’m specifically interested to see how you handle the Corrupt referees that pollute these halls.

Both Felipe and Violet share a look and smile at each other.

Felipe DeLoren: That is precisely why we have come to see you today. See, we have found a way to procure the most highly trained officials the world of wrestling has ever seen and have managed to get them positions within APW. These Syndicate officials aren’t just your normal everyday zebras.

Violet LeWinter: You see, they were specially trained at the Syndicate facilities and they know how to call a match the proper way…yet subtly unlike the obvious debacle portrayed by your very own referee last week. And for a price, we can guarantee that these referees are forever appointed to your matches.

Terry looks both of them over as they smile politely at him.

Terry Marvin: What’s the catch? Why are you so willing to help me out?

Violet LeWinter: We’re simply selling one of our quality products to a deserving customer. That is all.

Terry rolls his eyes and caughs “Bullshit”. Felipe smiles and shakes his heads.

Felipe DeLoren: Let’s just say I have my reasons and leave it at that shall we? So, do we have a deal?

Terry looks them both over and then nods his head in acceptance as he shakes both their hands. They turn and leave and Terry looks after them with a smile on his face and we go to ringside


Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and weighing in at 273 pounds… Level-One!

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

Paige: And his opponent, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts and weighing in at 255 pounds… John Dionysus!

Darkness. There is the sound of a bell being tolled. “For Whom the Bell Tolls” begins to play. The song plays for one minute and 43 seconds before the main riff of the song kicks in and John Dionysus walks from behind the curtain – it is the only ostentatious event in the whole entrance. He takes a few steps forward and soaks in the response from the crowd, rotating his arms around his body and limbering up for the in-ring action.

Harvey: This is going to be a great match, Johnny! It’s been awhile since we’ve seen Level-One on Overdrive!

Chase: He’s got a tough matchup against a rising megastar in John Dionysus!

Singles Match

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Level-One vs. John Dionysus

The two men begin to circle one another with Level-One being the first to dive in and lock-up. They spin around trying to gain the advantage with Level-One eventually pushing Dionysus back in the corner with John’s back facing the entrance ramp. However, before Level-One can do any damage, Dionysus slips out of the corner and dives across the ring with his eyes fixed on the entrance curtain.

Harvey: Dionysus didn’t like his back towards the ramp, what’s going on, Johnny?

Chase: He’s mapping his escape route, Darren! He knows that he doesn’t stand a chance against Level-One tonight.

The two begin to circle again but Level-One doesn’t waste time and rushes in towards Dionysus driving his shoulder in to his gut and pushing him back towards the turnbuckle. Level-One grabs the ropes, trapping Dionysus inside, and drives his shoulder in to the midsection of his opponent repeatedly. Level-One grabs him by the hand and slings him across the ring with such force that causes Dionysus to come bouncing back out as L1 runs against the ropes and comes flying in with a monster brogue kick that about takes Dionysus’ head off of shoulders. John crumples to the mat but has enough wits about him to reach up and make sure his head is still attached.

Harvey: Dionysus isn’t exactly a small man but Level-One is throwing him around like a ragdoll in there!

Chase: The kid doesn’t stand a chance. He’s lucky to still have a head after that move!

Level-One doesn’t give Dionysus any time to recover and grabs him back up to his feet. He whips him in to the ropes and on return delivers a devastating clothesline. Level-One pounces and mounts his opponent while attempting to rain down several haymakers across the face of Dionysus but he gets his hands up to deflect most of the punishment. The referee dives in and pulls Level-One off of Dionysus after completing his five-count warning. L1 shoves the referee away and continues to stomp on the downed Dionysus as the referee recovers and grabs Level-One enough to interrupt his attack. L1 again brushes off the referee and poses for the crowd, which responds with a chorus of boos.

Chase: I can’t believe this crowd is booing the greatest megastar to grace an APW ring, Darren! This is blasphemy.

Dionysus rolls out of the ring in an effort to gain some composure but instead of taking a few breaths, he’s constantly looking over his shoulder and scanning around the audience like he’s looking for someone in particular.

Harvey: Perhaps Level-One’s boot has done more damage to Dionysus than we thought! I think he believes L1 is stalking him.

Level-One follows him out of the ring but at this point Dionysus is circling around the ring and doesn’t see L1 after him. Level-One is taking his time and taunting a few fans at ringside while chasing his opponent which causes him to lose track of him. Dionysus notices this and drops down behind the steel steps and waits for L1 to make his way around to the other side. As he gets close, Dionysus lurches out and leaps off of the steps with a flying clothesline that send both men crashing down hard on the outside. He peels L1 off the ground and drives his head in to the announce table which causes Johnny Chase to jump in the air and squeal in to his microphone. Dionysus rolls his opponent back in to the ring and rolls underneath the bottom rope following him. Dionysus casually covers Level-One as the referee dives over both of them to get in position to count the pin…

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Harvey: You are going to have to do a lot more damage than that to pin the former Undisputed champion, Dionysus!

Chase: Level-One is just relaxing at this point, Darren. Give him a little more credit than that.

Dionysus locks in a front face lock to wear down the former champion and as he gets him down to one knee, Dionysus cocks his leg back and drives his knee forward for a series of brutal knee strikes. Level-One tries to turn his face sideways to brush off some of the blows but is unable to avoid serious damage as Dionysus finishes his attack and shoves L1 to the ground. Dionysus scoots backwards and using the ropes for leverage comes leaping off with a knee drop across the bridge of L1’s nose. Level-One rolls out of the ring, as Dionysus doesn’t follow but instead leans up against the top rope with an intense stare at the entrance ramp.

Harvey: Could Dionysus be anticipating a visit from Michael Harris during this match and that’s why he seems a little distracted?

Chase: He better focus on his opponent in the ring!

Dionysus grabs the top rope with both hands and prepares to leap over with a cross body but Level-One is thinking the same thing. Dionysus makes a change in mid-air at the last minute and lands on the outside of the ropes and on the apron before dropping L1 with a running dropkick from the apron. Both men are down as the referee begins his count, as he gets to 7, Dionysus is up and rolls back in the ring and back out again to break the count. He picks up Level-One and rolls him underneath the bottom rope. Dionysus waits for Level-One to get up and as he does Dionysus pushes hard towards the ropes but L1 reverses and sends his opponent in to the opposite side of the ring. Dionysus comes running back off the ropes and L1 ducks down and sends his opponent way up in the air with a huge back body drop. Level-One, finding a second wind, sizes up his opponent and then drives his elbow down across his throat. He hooks the leg and goes for the pin…

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Level-One grabs Dionysus by the hair and again sends him in the ropes, and as John returns, Level-One scoops him up around the waist and sends him crashing down to the mat with a spinebuster. L1 again goes for the pin…

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Harvey: I think Level-One is starting to get a little frustrated. Any other man and this match would have been over minutes ago!

Chase: Don’t give Dinoysus that much credit. Level-One is just toying with him!

L1 picks up John from the mat and begins kicking the right leg repeatedly, and after the third kick, Dionysus’s knee buckles from underneath him. He drops down to one knee as Level-One grabs him by the back of the neck and throws it between his legs. He picks up Dionysus by the stomach and flings him overhead before dropping him down hard with a sit-down powerbomb. Level-One maintains holds of the legs as the referee slides over for the count:

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He throws Dionysus’ legs over as he gets back to his feet and argues with the referee about a slow count. L1 has both hands on the referee’s chest as the referee isn’t afraid and shoves Level-One back and orders him to get his hands off of him. L1 cracks a smile towards the crowd and nods in agreement that he overstepped his boundaries before hauling back and driving his right hand in to the referee’s head, which sends him flying out of the ring.

Harvey: What in the… Level-One just knocked out the referee! He should be disqualified for that and fined!

Chase: Oh, get a grip, Darren! The APW doesn’t have the guts to stand up to someone like Level-One and I’m sure that President Jeff will just brush it aside.

Chase stands up and begins applauding Level-One from the announce table as the fans have become unglued in showing their hatred towards Level-One. In the meantime, Dionysus has made it back up to his feet and charges forward but L1 is able to catch him coming out of the corner of his eye and drives a boot in to his stomach. He grabs Dionysus by the head and attempts to drop him with a DDT but Dionysus grabs on to the ropes and allows Level-One to continue on with the move and crashes hard down on the mat back first. Dionysus drops over him and goes for the cover but there isn’t a referee to make the count.

Harvey: This is a travesty! Dionysus has this match won but there isn’t a referee near by!

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They erupt at the three count but Dionysus knows that it doesn’t count since there isn’t an official referee. He continues to glance towards the entrance ramp, seemingly waiting for someone to appear but he gets a surprise when Level-One’s associate and head of the Sindicate, Felipe DeLoren comes walking out from the back curtain with two large men following close behind.

Harvey: Here comes trouble, Johnny!

Felipe makes a beeline for the downed referee and points towards the official. The two henchmen rip the shirt off of him and hand it over to Felipe.

Chase: He’s not only the head of the Sindicate but he also moonlights as referee, Darren!

As soon as Felipe can make his way around the ring and over to the entrance ramp, “Simply Put” Johnny Rebel comes bursting through the curtains and walks down the ramp at a slow pace. He gets down to the ring as Felipe hands him the referee shirt, which he slides over his neck and climbs through the second rope and in to the ring. Dionysus doesn’t back down but being in the ring for ten minutes has taken it’s toll on the megastar. He charges but Rebel kicks him in the stomach, and gets him in position for “The Putdown” (double-underhook facebuster) and drops him in the middle of the ring. Rebel drags Level-One across the ring and drapes an arm over his opponent. He drops down to begin the pinfall…

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Chase: Believe it, Harvey! I think we got Rebel’s answer to L1’s question last week! He isn’t a bitch!

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Winner: Level One[/center]

Felipe nods at Rebel, who rolls out of the ring and leaves as quickly as he entered the ring. The two henchmen help Level-One to his feet and the three men follow Rebel’s lead and leave the ring area and head up the ramp. The camera spans to Paige standing besides the time keeper confused at whether or not to make the announcement.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, by pinfall: Level-One!


And with that, Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

John Dionysus is walking backstage looking physically exhausted after his match with Level-One. He has the look of a man who just wants to get himself into the shower and let the recovery begin, but Cindy Shannon steps in at this time to try and grab an interview.

Cindy Shannon West: John, can I grab some reax from you?

Dionysus stops; he doesn’t feel he wants to give an interview, but he understands it is all part of the business, and if nothing else he is going to respect the business that has made him who he is.

Dionysus: Fire away Cindy.

However before Cindy Shannon can even begin to ask her question Michael Harris charges on-camera and attacks Dionysus from behind.

Harris quickly wastes no time clubbing Dionysus in the back of the neck as hard as he possibly could. With Dionysus completely taken off guard by the blow, Harris grabbs a hold of him and proceeds to charge forward slamming Dionysus head first into a concrete wall. As one would expect Dionysus fell to the floor almost motionless, but there was a little fight still left in him as he tried to push himself up to his feet, but quickly flopped into a seated position against the wall. Harris, frothing with rage, quickly ran in and slammed his boot into the face of Dionysus with such a force that it causes Dionysus' head to smash into the wall for a second time. Dionysus drops, completely limp from this unforeseen and excessively aggressive assault, as Harris starts to back away, satisfaction writ large across his face.

With Dionysus well and truly down and out, Harris grabs the Xtreme Title and standing over the Champion begins to mock him.

Harris: YOU AREN'T BETTER THAN ME! YOU HEAR ME DIONYSUS?! YOU AREN'T BETTER THAN ME!!!

Harris drops the title onto Dionysus and walks off-camera. A few technicians run over to check on Dionysus and one begins some first aid treatment. It doesn’t take long before a full team of EMTs arrive and start working on John Dionysus. They go through the usual routine checks before eventually applying a neck brace and an oxygen mask, essentially protocol and safety precautions, and when a stretcher is called for they slowly and carefully lift Dionysus onto it before someone arrives to announce the ambulance has ready and waiting.

The camera pans across from the stretchered John Dionysus being taken away by medical staff to Michael Harris who has been standing closely by and watching, wearing a sickening smirk on his face.

Paige: The following contest is your main event of the evening and its scheduled for one fall

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

Paige: Introducing first. From Chicago Illinois, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the #1 contender for the Xtreme Championship, he is MICHAEL HARRIS!

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

Harvey: Last week, Michael picked up a victory over Chris Hart to earn him a rematch against John Dionysus for the Xtreme Title

Chase: And tonight, Michael will defeat Kurt Noble!

The lights in the arena shut off, as the opening rhythm to "I Will Not Bow" blasts through the speakers. After a few moments, out steps Kurt Noble, eliciting a huge cheer from the crowd! Noble raises his cane into the air, and begins to limp down to the ring.

Paige: And his opponent, from Calgary, Alberta Canada, Weighing in at 235 pounds, he is the current APW Undisputed Champion, he is KURT….NOBLE!!!

Upon reaching it, Noble leaves his cane on the outside, and slowly walks up the stairs to the ring. He enters the ring, and climbs up on the turnbuckle, posing with his fist in the air as the cameras go off. Noble moves off it, as the lights return to normal and the music dies down.

Harvey: What a match this should be. Kurt Noble has been on such a roll as of late, can Michael Harris put a stop to Kurt.

Chase: Not only will he put a stop to Kurt, he will put an to Nobledrive!

Non Title Match

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Kurt Noble Vs Michael Harris


The bell rings and both men lock up. Kurt puts Harris in a headlock. Kurt grinds it in and Harris goes to throw Kurt off into the ropes, but Kurt drops to a knee, keeping the headlock on. Harris grabs Kurts hurt left arm and is able to gets out of the headlock and puts Kurt in a hammerlock and then into a headlock of his own. Harris takes Kurt over with a headlock takedown.

Harvey: Kurt is still suffering from his arm injury from Rasslemania. And Michael has already used that to his advantage.

Chase: Kurt is just asking for Michael to go after that arm. What did Kurt expect by coming into this match with his arm wrapped up.

Michael isn’t letting go of the headlock and Kurt wraps his arms around Michael and rolls him to his back
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Kurt fights and gets to his feet and hits Michael with a few forearm shots to the kidneys and pushes Michael off into the ropes. Michael comes back taking Kurt down with a shoulder block. Michael hit’s the ropes and Kurt flips over to his chest. Michael hops over him. Kurt gets to his feet and as Michael comes running back, Kurt lifts him up and flips him over with a hip toss. Michael bounces back to his feet and Kurt throws him across the ring with an arm drag. Michael gets up and Kurt grabs him by the head and takes him over with a headlock take down. The fans cheer and Kurt gives Michael a noogie.

Chase: C’mon ref, that can’t be legal.

Harvey: I highly doubt a noogie will be a difference maker in this match

Michael fights to his feet and pushes Kurt off into the ropes and puts his head down. Kurt comes back and stops in front of him, hooks Michael’s arms, turns him and brings him down wit ha backslide.
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Michael gets up and Kurt takes Michael down with another arm drag, this time, holding the arm into an arm bar. After a few seconds, Michael gets to his feet and rakes Kurt in the eyes. Michael throws Kurt into the corner. Michael runs at Kurt and Kurt lifts Michael up over the top rope and Michael lands on the ring apron. Michael grabs Kurts left arm and jumps off the ring apron, pulling Kurts arm down over the top rope. Kurt grabs his arm as he goes to the middle of the ring. Michael gets into the ring, runs at Kurt and takes him down with a clothesline, followed with some stomps. Kurt backs himself to the corner where Michael continues to stomp on Kurt before lifting him to his feet and hits him with a couple chops.

Chase: Say on him Michael!

Harvey: The Undisputed Champion looks to be in trouble, but the heart this man has, its going to take a lot to keep him down!

Michael leans Kurt over the top rope and chokes him with it. The ref counts to 4 and Michael releases the choke. Kurt stumbles to the next corner. As Michael walks up to him, Kurt goes for a kick, but Michael comes back with a few punches and then pulls Kurt out of the corner and gives him a standing dropkick. Kurt falls to the mat. Michael drags Kurt near the corner and then exit’s the ring. He then grabs Kurts left arm and pulls him under the bottom turn buckle and then whips Kurts arm around the ring post!

Harvey: Kurts arm may never be the same again after that.

Chase: Did you hear the noise from that!

Kurt screams in pain as he rolls into the ring holding his arm. Michael gets back into the ring and lays Kurt onto his stomach. He grabs Kurt’s left arm, extends it out and begins knee dropping his arm. Kurt screams in pain and then Michael sits on the back of Kurt’s arm and then starts pulling back on it.

Chase: Kurt has no choice but to tap out here or Michael will snap his arm in two!

Harvey: I know Michael wants to be Xtreme Champion and show his Xtremeness, but this isn’t the way!

The ref checks on Kurt for a tap out, but Kurt is screaming “NO”. Kurt reaches for the ropes, but he’s in the middle of the ring. Kurt slowly inches himself to the ropes and is able to get his foot onto the bottom rope to break the hold.

Harvey: Thank god Kurt made it to the ropes. But I don’t know how much damage Harris has done to that arm

Chase: Without the use of his arm, Kurt is useless!

Harris pulls Kurt up and throws him into the ropes. Kurt comes back and Harris lifts him up and gives him a spinning Spine buster. Harris hooks the leg for the cover
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Harris lifts Kurt up and takes him to the corner. He chops Kurt and Kurt comes back with some chops of his own. Kurt chops his way out of the corner and with his right arm, throws Harris into the ropes and gives him a backbody drop. Harris gets up and Kurt slaps him with some more right handed chops, taking him to the ropes. Kurt again with his right arm throws Harris into the ropes and takes him down with a back elbow to the face. Kurt goes for a cover
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Harvey: Even with one arm, Kurt Noble can still kick as ass!

Harris gets up and goes to the corner. Kurt runs at him and Harris gets his boot up into Kurts gut. Harris grabs Kurt, and throws him between the top and middle turnbuckle, and Kurts arm hit’s the ring post. Kurt slowly pulls himself out of the corner. Harris grabs Kurt from behind around the waist and German Suplexes him out of the corner and Bridges for the pinfall
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Harris gets up and signals for his finisher. He lifts Kurt up to his feet and then picks him up for a tombstone, but Kurt fights it and lands on his feet behind Harris. Kurt shoves Harris into the ropes. He hit’s the ropes and comes back for a running clothesline, but Kurt and takes off running into the ropes. Both Kurt and Michael its opposite ropes, they come back meeting in the middle of the ring and they connect each other with a clothesline and both men are down.

Harvey: Holy Moly, they almost decapitated each other with those clotheslines

Chase: Michael Harris is really taking it here to Kurt. If this man can beat the Undisputed Champion, his stock here in APW will go up tremendously.

The ref begins to count both guys out.

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Kurt and Michael rise to their feet. Michael goes for a punch, and Kurt ducks it and comes back with a fury of right hand punches of his own, backing Michael to the corner. Kurt goes for an Irish whip but Michael reverses it. Michael runs at Kurt and Kurt gets his right elbow up into the face of Michael. Michael stumbles back and Kurt hops him to the middle turn buckle. Kurt grabs Michael and Tornado DDT’s him. Kurt covers hooking the leg
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Kurt lifts Harris up and takes him to the corner, Grabs him in a headlock and takes Harris down with a running bulldog, planting Michael’s face into the mat. Kurt gets to his feet and waits for Harris to get up. Just as he does, Kurt gives him an Inverted Angle Slam.

Harvey: The Mark of Nobility!

Kurt covers, hooking the leg
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Chase: And that’s why Michael Harris will be your next Xtreme Champion. No one can slow this man down, now even Kurt Noble!

Kurt looks at the ref who shows him two fingers. Kurt still favoring his arm, pulls Michael to his feet and takes him to the corner. Kurt lifts Michael up, sitting him on the top rope. Kurt climbs up and Michael shoves Kurt off. Kurt lands on his feet. Kurt goes towards Michael and Michael jumps off the ropes, over Kurt, landing on his feet. Kurt charges at Michael and Michael connects Kurt in the throat with a Super Kick. Kurt goes down and Michael covers
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Chase: SLOW COUNT!! That was 3!!!!

Harvey: And Kurt Noble is still in this!!

Michael goes to the corner and gets ready for his secondary finisher, the gore. He waves his arm for Kurt to get up. Kurt slowly does and staggers around on his feet. Michael runs at Kurt for the Gore, but Kurt moves out of the way and Michael hit’s the corner with his shoulder. Michael slowly comes out of the corner. Kurt is waiting and ready, Michael turns towards Kurt and Kurt grabs him and gives him the Shoulder Jaw Breaker

Harvey: That’s CJ’s Finisher!!

Kurt hooks the leg for the pin fall

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Winner: Kurt Noble[/center]

As the Main Event ends, and Noble lifts himself from the canvas…when “Shooting Star” blasts through the speakers to a huge ovation! Noble grins as Gates walks through the curtain with a grin on his face.

Harvey: It looks like CJ Gates might have a little something to say to Kurt Noble after having is own movie copied in the Main Event!

Chase: Please! Neither of these OWN these moves, so maybe they should stop crying about it!

Gates enters the ring, and quickly takes a microphone from a stage-worker before facing Noble.

Gates: You know Kurt, for someone that gave me a hard time earlier about using your move…you sure don’t seem to have a problem using mine.

Noble just stares at Gates as simultaneous “NOBLE” and “GATES” chants start up!

Gates: I’m not mad, but I think you and I have some issues we need to work out before Mayhem. You and I have always looked out for one another, and right now, we can’t be having these little passive aggressive spats and-

Noble’s eyes dart to the side, just seconds before Harris nails Gates into Noble!

Harvey: It looks like the Main Event isn’t quite over!

Chase: Good! Days of Our Lives was starting to get a bit boring!

Noble goes down as Harris begins to pound on Gates, getting a huge amount of boos! Harris yells “I’m better than you!” as he moves to the corner, getting ready for the Brooklyn Knockout (Gore)!!! Gates is getting to his feet…when Noble runs forward, catching Harris off guard with an Undisputed title shot to his face! Harris rolls out of the ring to recover, and Noble glares at him, clutching the belt in his hand. He stares at it angrily…before looking at Gates.

Harvey: I do not like that look at all….

Chase: Is he gonna…?

Gates looks up, seeing Noble standing over him with the Undisputed title…before Noble extends his hand to Gates with a smile on his face. Gates takes his hand…but Noble doesn’t quite let go as the two lock eyes. Noble then speaks.

Noble: I got your back this time Ceej…so consider us even.

Noble smiles as he releases Gates’s hand. The two continues to staredown as Noble lifts a finger to his Undispited title, as if to catch Gates’s attention. Noble then lifts the belt into the air as the two APW titans just soak up the crowd!

Harvey: I really…really am not sure what to make of that exchange there Chase. This time, Kurt had had CJ’s back…but there’s something unsettling about this whole scenario! With Mayhem a month away, can these two stay on the same ground until then?

Chase: Hell if I know, but I’m liking this new Kurt Noble a bit more than normal…

Harvey: We’ll see you next week ladies and gentlemen!

Overdrive fades to black as Noble and Gates stand just a few feet apart…