Overdrive - Boston, Massachusetts (04/19/12)

[President Jeff]

Thursday Night Overdrive's broadcast starts with President Jeff already standing in the ring as his entrance music begins to die down.

Harvey: You know something huge is going to happen when President Jeff is out here to open the show and I am getting chills right now!

Chase: Yesterday President Jeff announced that the APW brought back Meltdown – a brand to supplement our flagship Overdrive and Asylum broadcasts. However my inside sources tell me that his announcement coming up in just a few moments isn't a good one.

Harvey: Inside sources!? You mean you're actually taking that extra mile for your work Chase? I'm impressed!

The crowd gives their president a thunderous applause as he takes to the microphone in the centre of the ring.

President Jeff: Ladies and gentlemen a day ago I announced the return of Monday Night Meltdown a business move I believe will change the APW forever. However with good news – often comes bad news and I am saddened to have to deliver it to you tonight.

The fans boo at the notion that there is ''bad news'' they couldn't possibly fathom what had President Jeff in such a somber mood.

President Jeff: You see the APW's undisputed title picture is in perfect form right now. We have Kurt Noble and CJ Gates and a long list of competitors who would be worthy of a title shot themselves in line! We have a booming Overdrive division; where just a few years ago a guy like Justin Job held the title – a title now rests in the hands of ''The Real Show'' Terry Marvin! Lastly, the Xtreme division which boasts in my opinion a future main eventer in John Dionysus!

The crowd pops.

President Jeff: Finally we have the tag division. I don't know how to put this but Studdmuffins – Sr. Guapo and Stan Everdeen I am requesting you to meet me in the ring right at this moment.

President Jeff lowers the microphone as he waits for the arrival of the Studdmuffins. Several seconds pass before ''I'm sexy and I know it'' by LMFAO blasts the PA system and the Studdmuffins walk out on stage with their tag team championships in hand. The Studdmuffins are ready to party but Biggs comes out and tells them to get serious as he leads them to the ring – sucking the fun right of atmosphere and turning cheers into jeers!

Harvey: Man Biggs is such a party pooper! What is wrong with that guy?

Chase: Are you dense!? Biggs is no idiot! Who knows what this announcement is about – he's getting his students in the right frame of mind for an professional environment!

Harvey: Ha, stud – dents! Get it?

The Studdmuffins enter the ring as Biggs stands in between them with a scowl on his face.

President Jeff: Studdmuffins you two have been great tag team champions! You defended your titles with respect and honour – well at least tried too and you two are loved by the APW universe and all it's fans. Unfortunately, I can't in good conscious continue to let you compete in the tag division in it's current state.

The fans boo this notion as Biggs quickly takes hold of the microphone and pipes up.

Biggs: What are you trying to say, Jeff!? You aren't going to push two champions because their so called contenders are inferior are you!?; because if that's what you're hinting at we're going to have a huge problem! You didn't seem to have a problem with a lack of contenders when Level-One cleaned out the heavy weight division years ago until I came along, did you? Why is it any different with the studds!?

President Jeff soaks in Biggs frustration as he nods his head side to side.

President Jeff: I'm sorry Biggs but this isn't up for debate. My mind has already been made up when it comes to those tag titles. I understand your frustration but I am sure Sr. Guapo and Stan Everdeen will quickly find their ways competing as a single entity.

Biggs: This is ridiculous and you know it Jeff!

Sr. Guapo and Stan Everdeen although saddened by the news don't seem to understand the implications in the same way their manager does.

Sr. Guapo: In this economy, I'm just happy to have a job. Mr. President no matter what you decide to do I will respect your decision and me and Stan will do our best with the cards we are dealt.

Stan Everdeen: I have no doubts in my mind that no matter what you decide Jeff – me and Sr. Guapo will prosper here in the APW and one of us will hold that undisputed title.

Sr. Guapo smiles as he gyrates.

Sr. Guapo: Imagine that belt around my waist? Not only would I be the number one target but the ultimate boy toy for all the sexy ladies out there!

The crowd cheers as Biggs puts his foot down and begins to give the Studdmuffins a lecture in the ring as President Jeff takes the microphone.

President Jeff: I am glad most of us were able to come to an understanding here. So without further ado, I am now suspending the tag division and vacating the titles until I say otherwise! And trust me - if it does return some day the Studdmuffins will be first in line. Thank you for all you have...

Suddenly ''Give it all'' by Rise Against blasts the PA system as the crowd eagerly begins to rain down boos. Felipe DeLoren head of the Sindicate walks out arm in arm with the LeWinter sisters. With his prized golden microphone in hand and air of confidence that could only be a rival to himself, he speaks.

Felipe DeLoren: You see this is exactly what the Sindicate has been preaching about for several weeks! And that is – the failure for President Jeff to run a cohesive product suitable for television and it's masses! Here we are just a few weeks into our operation and President Jeff has already resorted into killing yet another integral part of the APW inpart due to his own failure as APW's president!

President Jeff isn't appreciative of the interruption but Biggs is clearly on his side – rooting him on to preach to the choir.

Felipe DeLoren: Jeff, the Sindicate REFUSES to sit around and watch you kill the APW and we aren't going to simply sit around and watch you kill an entire division that has been disrespected and undervalued by you and your ilk for far too long! So, the Sindicate has decided to put it's money where it's mouth is.

Felipe DeLoren and the LeWinter sisters all turn around and look towards the curtain as Level-One and Johnny Rebel step out to the complete and utter shock of the crowd with microphones in hand.

Level-One: So me and Johnny here decided we were going to do something about it. Jeff; we aren't going to let you hold down this product anymore. We are going to do something you don't have the balls to and that's to exact change by any means necessary. You see me and Johnny Rebel are bonified main eventers which means we deserve undisputed title shots but yet we have put our own goals and our own ambitions on hold to save a division cast into the depths of hell because you decided to invest your money in something that was seen as more profitable.

The Sindcate all laughs as they crowd at the top of the ramp.

Level-One: Well, I'll tell you what – there isn't anything more profitable then Level-One and Johnny Rebel, simply put! We're marking our grounds - we're making our intentions known – we're throwing our names into the proverbial hat; hell, I don't care what the hell you want to call it! We are here to SAVE the tag team division and take it to heights you nor your so called champions could ever begin to imagine!

Level-One looks to Johnny Rebel who grins slyly as he takes his case to the microphone as the crowd boos.

Johnny Rebel: There isn't a soul on this roster that is safe with the two of us watching one another's back! There is nothing better than a marriage of convenience and since the executive of APW were more than happy to sit back and let us toil with the curtain jerkers, we decided that we'd take matters in to our own hands! You think you had problems with me messing up your precious Undisputed title picture, well I promise you that you haven't seen anything yet! By the time we're doing messing around with the APW, you'll be naming the tag-championships after the Sindicate! Get used to it, Jeff. That's simply f'n put!

Level-One: You people can boo us all you want but in reality your just booing two guys who saved the APW tag division in just under two minutes! That's the kind of power the Sindicate openly flaunts and not a single one of you pathetic souls can do a damn thing about it!

President Jeff goes to talk but Johnny Rebel cuts him off.

Johnny Rebel: Yeah, we get it Jeff. You've decided to bring back the tag division now that you've found yourself some worthy competitors. You may not be as elegant or as proficent on the mic as me but we still speak the same language! So, here's what we're demanding - in honour of our grand entry into this tag division we want title shots... TONIGHT!

The crowd cheers at the notion of the tag titles being defended but President Jeff quickly dispels such demands.

President Jeff: Level-One, Johnny Rebel... you two may have changed my mind about their not being enough competition to justify a tag division but there is still a tag team that is looking for a fight and it's not the Studmuffins. Tonight it's going to be Level-One and Johnny Rebel of the Sindicate against AKA – ass kickers anonymous!

The crowd explodes as Level-One and Johnny Rebel are clearly feeling slighted by the president's match making.

President Jeff: As for the Studdmuffins for all your troubles tonight I am giving you two the opportunity to prove yourself against the APW Undisputed Champion – Kurt Noble! Who will be tagging up with the number one contender to his championship, CJ Gates and it's going to happen here tonight!

''I'm sexy and I know it'' by LMFAO blasts the PA system as the crowd cheers. Jeff drops the microphone and leaves the ring as Sr. Guapo and Stan Everdeen start dancing in the ring for all the sexy ladies while Biggs locks his eyes down towards the ramp directly at the threat he see's as the Sindicate before we head to our first commercial of the night.

[President Jeff]

Paige: The opening contest is scheduled for one fall

“America” by Deuce 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.

Paige: Introducing first, from Dallas Texas, Weighing in at 265 pounds, he is ASSASSIN!

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

The arena completely goes black and silent. The words "DEAR DIARY" appear on the jumbotron.

"Maybe we"
"Why don't we"
"Sit right here for half an hour"
"And we'll speak of what, a waste I am"
"And how we missed your beat again"

The opening riff of "Writing on the Walls" blasts throughout the arena as some fans begin to cheer and others begin to jeer. Katie Rapture steps out onto the entrance ramp, motions to the entrance curtain, as Jake Venom steps out.

Paige: And his opponent, from Chicago Illinois, Weighing in at 212 pounds, making his APW Debut, JAKE VENOM!

Jake pauses for a second, pulls a pen from behind his ear, writes on his hand, and then runs down the ramp. As he reaches the ramp, Jake slides underneath the bottom rope on his belly. He rises to one knee, writes something else down on his hand, throws the pen into the crowd, and goes to his corner.

Singles Match

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Assassin Vs Jake Venom

The bell rings and both guys go for a lock up and Assassin kicks Jake in the midsection and irish whips him into the ropes. Jake comes back and gives him a back elbow to the face. Jake goes down and Assassin pulls him up and chops him to the corner. Assassin throws Jake to the opposite corner. Assassin runs at Jake and Jake moves out of the way. Assassin hit’s the corner chest first. Jake runs him around and hits Assassin with some kicks. He goes to throw Assassin into the ropes, but Assassin reverses it and puts his head down. Jake comes back, stopping in front of Assassin and soccer kicks him in the chest. Assassin stands upright and Jake runs off the ropes and Assassin grabs him, giving him a power slam! Assassin covers
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Harvey: Lots of back and forth action early on in his match

Chase: Jake is looking to make an impact here in his debut match, but Assassin is also trying to bounce back from is loss last week

Assassin lifts Jake up to his feet and scoop slams him. Assassin runs off the ropes and jumps and lands on Jake with a Senton splash. Assassin covers again
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Assassin pulls Jake up and takes him to the corner and spears Jake in the corner. Assassin pulls Jake out of the corner, and gives him a belly to belly suplex, throwing him across the ring. Assassin drags Jake to the middle of the ring and covers him
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Shoulder up by Jake.

Harvey: Assassin looks more focused this week.

Chase: You’ve noticed that too huh?

Jake goes to the corner. Assassin walks up to him and Jake goes to kick him, but Assassin grabs his foot and pulls Jake out of the corner. Jake is hoping on one foot and then Jake nails Assassin with an Enziguri. Assassin doesn’t goes down and stumbles around. Jake goes out to the ring apron and springboards in with a forearm smash, connecting Assassin the face, knocking him down. Jake covers Assassin
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Harvey: Assassin might want to count his teeth after that one

Chase: He got all of that forearm smash.

Jake kicks Assassin in the head as he’s trying to get up. Assassin gets to his feet and Jake takes him down with a standing dropkick. Jake then goes to the top rope and waits. Assassin gets to his feet and Jake jumps off with a flying cross body block and lands it. Jake stays ontop of Assassin for the cover
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Harvey: Jake is really making good use of his high flying arsenal.

Chase: Assassin doesn’t know where he is right now!

As Assassin is getting up, Jake grabs him, hooks his arms and drops him with a double arm DDT. Instead of going for the cover, Jake goes to the top rope. He climbs to the top, looking out towards the crowd. Jake comes off the top with a moonsault and misses as Assassin rolls out of the way. Jake gets to his feet and Assassin takes him down with a clothesline and then throws him into the corner. Assassin runs at him and clotheslines him in the corner. Jake falls to the bottom turn buckle. Assassin runs off the ropes and comes back, boot washing Jakes face. Assassin pulls Jake out of the corner and sets him up for a power bomb. He lifts Jake up for it and Jake starts punching Assassin in the head, causing Assassin to fall backwards onto his back with Jake falling ontop of him. Jake signals for his finisher

Harvey: This could be it, he could be going for the Perfect Closing

Chase: Can he hit it on this big man

Assassin struggles to his feet. He gets to his feet and Jake grabs Assassin in a full nelson. Before he can suplex him, Assassin backs into the corner, crushing Jake. Assassin hits Jake with some chops and then hip tosses him out of the corner. Assassin walks over, picks Jake up and Jake out of no where’s, nails the Code Breaker on Assassin. Jake jumps on top for the cover
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SHOULDER UP!!

Harvey: So close!

Chase: Jake thought for sure he had the match won.

Jake helps Assassin to his feet and gives him a few chops and then throws Assassin to the corner. Jake runs and Assassin moves. Jake hit’s the corner and bounces out backwards. Assassin grabs Jake from behind in the Rear Naked Choke.

Chase: There it is, The Lights Out!!

Jake reaches for the ropes, but Assassin pulls him away and then takes him to the mat and wraps his legs around Jakes body. Jake is fighting it and then begins to tap out

Winner: Assassin[/center]

Assassin’s music plays and Assassin isn’t letting go of the choke hold.

Harvey: What’s this? Assassin isn’t letting go. He’s already has the match won

Chase: Assassin is adding insult to injury here.

The ref is trying to pull Assassin off, but Assassin is holding on tight. After a few more seconds, Assassin lets go of the hold and stands over Jakes body. The ref raises his arm in victory.

Harvey: Assassin is lucky he let go of the hold, he might have gotten the decision of the match reversed!

Chase: A good effort by Jake.

Assassin leaves the ring and celebrates up the ramp as we go to backstage.

The camera cuts backstage, where the Studmuffins and Biggs are in their lockerroom, preparing for the Main Event Match later tonight. The atmosphere is noticably tense. The APW Tag Team Champs sit there in silence, lacing up their boots as Biggs finally speaks up.

Biggs: Listen, I don't know why you guys are so upset with me helping you two defeat the AKA last week?! The fact is that those bums don't deserve a shot at your titles, and with the way things were going, you were probably going to win anyways. I just gave you a little bit of insurance.

Stan and Sr. Guapo look up at their manager with disgruntled faces, and they stand up, looking down at him.

Stan: The bottom line is that last week, we cheated to win our match. We never cheat. To us, last week's match was even worse than a loss, because your cheating implied that we couldn't put the AKA away. You were right when you said that we were too proud to lay down for them to give them a shot at our APW Tag Team Championships, you were right to think that we wanted to win that match, but not that way.

Sr. Guapo: No deseábamos ganar el fósforo de esa manera. ¡Es que sienta mal de dos caballeros como nosotros!

Biggs: Listen, I did you guys a favor last week when I made sure that you never have to face those losers again.

Sr. Guapo: You are focusing too much on your past with the AKA to let us face them in the future! This isn't about whether they deserve to fight us for our titles, but it is about you not liking them! We do not want to be seen as undeserving champions, like you were when you were APW Undisputed Champion!

Biggs' eyes get wide, and he starts to tremble with rage as he glares at Sr. Guapo.

Biggs: What did you say?

Sr. Guapo: Usted me oyó.

Stan steps in to try and break things up.

Stan: Biggs, he's not saying that you didn't deserve to be APW Undisputed Champion, he's just saying that's what people thought, because of your cheating. Listen, we appreciate all that you've done for us so far, okay, most of what you've done for us so far, but we don't want to have the reputation of having to cheat to win. We simply have a different view of how we want to carry ourselves in the ring. Armando, let's head out for a bit to cool off. Things are getting a bit too tense.

The locker door slams shut as the Tag Team Champions head out. Biggs turns away with a look of disdain as the door opens again. He asks his clients without looking…

Biggs: Back to apologize already?

Slade: WRONG!

He turns as the camera pivots to show Slade Craven and Shadow walking into the locker room before their match, dressed in entryway attire. Biggs actually looks shocked to see them. He stammers nervously as he speaks.

Biggs: L-l-l-listen, you two better not lay a finger on me, you hear! I am still recovering from my last concussion, and I am in no condition for a fight. Now you two best be leaving now before I call security on you!

Slade: Oh you didn’t think we would forget about you did you? Oh we could never forget you. I could never forget you.

Shadow stands at the door as Slade approaches Biggs, a sadistic smile on his face. Suddenly for the first time, in a long time, a look of panic flashes across Biggs’ face. But only for a split second. Slade smiles, and then approaches Biggs, seizing him by the collar and shoving him right into the locker!

Slade: You know, I was surprised Shadow stayed so calm all week. I thought for SURE he was going to hunt you down tonight and pull your tongue out through your ass. I know I wanted to. But he has a REALLY good plan for getting you back. For getting you back for all the attacks, the fire and… well for having to make this all about YOU.

He leans in glaring at Biggs. Shadow approaches now.

Slade: Now I am not an egotistical man.

Shadow: Yeah you are.

Slade: Now I may be an egotistical man. But you sir. You take the cake. And you always run away with it too don’t you? Just like a bully too. It always has to be about you.

Shadow: You thought that just because we we’re gone, we would stay gone? Come on. You had to go to bed at night with your Axis of Awesome PJs, knowing we were going to come back. You knew, you’ve known this whole time, we would one day come back. But we didn’t come back to even the score.

Slade: Until now.

He gets nose to nose with Biggs who glares back at Slade. A bead of sweat rolls down Biggs’ forehead.

Slade: You want to make this all about you? Then fine Biggsy-boy. We will make this ALL about YOU.

Slade nails Biggs with a left cross dropping him to the floor. The cheers of the fans can be heard from ringside as suddenly another voice is heard.

Stan: Just what in the heck is going on in here?!

Slade and Shadow look to see the Studmuffins ready for a fight!

Slade: Nothing, just a little personal matter between me and Eastwood here.

The Studmuffins don’t attack Slade or Shadow, instead they maneuver themselves until they are between Biggs and the AKA. As Sr. Guapo helps Biggs up He spits blood onto Slade’s AKA shirt.

Slade: Damn. Now I gotta change my shirt.

Shadow: You know, we had a good match going. Then your boss screwed it all up. You going to stick by him after he does something like that? I thought you boys had integrity. We showed you respect, then what? You stand with him?

Sr. Guapo: Now Biggs may be a slimy little sleazeball, but he's our slimy little sleazeball. He may have overstepped his bounds last week, but he's recovering from a concussion. We can't let you rough him up even more in that kind of a condition! But we still want to make things right with you.

Shadow: So what do you intend to do about it?

Stan: Well, we talked with President Jeff, and he says that we can give you a rematch next week for a shot at our belts, and that Biggs will be banned from ringside.

The fans cheer at this announcement.

Slade: THAT makes no sense. Why rematch for a title shot? You wanted to give us a title shot? Then fine. Mayhem. The Studdmuffins versus the A.K.A. for the tag team titles, no disqualifications. It’s what you wanted to do all along. Then do it. You do that, we’re square. What do you think?

Biggs chimes up from behind the Studmuffins.

Biggs: Oh, like the two of you getting a title shot just because you say it would make you fair and square makes sense!? Is your brain still overheated from the barbequing Cyrus and I gave you at One Night in Hell a few years back?! Let me remind you that unless I'm superceded by President Jeff himself, I have final say who my clients defend their belts against! And it sounds to me...

Stan looks at Biggs and puts his index finger up to his lips, shushing him. This causes Slade and Shadow to get angrier with Biggs, and things look like they're about to come to blows again!

Stan: Like Armando said, we already talked to Jeff. We do not have the authority to just give you a title match. If you want it you're going to have to earn it. You beat us next week, you get your title match at Mayhem. You lose next week, and you don't. That's the best offer you're going to get. Now get out of here before we change our mind!

Slade and Shadow glare at the Tag Team Champions, who glare right back. After a few tense moments, Shadow breaks the silence with a smile on his face.

Shadow: Alright, see you next week.

The AKA leaves the locker room, while the Studmuffins turn to tend to their manager.

Harvey: What a tense situation this has become! What started out as a feud born out of respect is getting real personal real quick.

Chase: The AKA is nothing but a bunch of bullies! They attacked a man who is recovering from a concussion! They shouldn't be rewarded, they should be fired!

With that, Overdrive goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

The scene switches to backstage, where CJ Gates is seen preparing for his Main Event match-up. After a few moments, he looks up…and sees someone off-screen.

Noble: You and I need to talk CJ.

CJ goes back to lacing up his boots.

Gates: Alright Kurt, what’s on your mind?

Noble: You know what’s on my mind, because it’s the same thing you’re thinking. There’s been this friction between us since Rasslemania. I know I said a lot of things leading up to our match, and they were true…but they don’t mean we can’t watch out for one another every now and then. I guess what I’m really trying to say is…I’m sorry.

Gates’s attention moves from his shoe to Noble.

Gates: For what?

Noble: I’ve been a douche to you lately. I don’t care that you used my finisher or anything like that, and it was wrong of me to pin that on you. I guess I just feel like I’ve got this huge responsibility as Champion, and it’s making me a little on the edgy side. But, I promise you… I’ll be 100% tonight. No diversions or distractions. No arrogance. I’m all about being a team.

Noble extends his hand, which Gates stares at warily…before shaking it!

Gates: I’ll admit, you’ve had me a little worried the past few weeks, but I’m glad to see things are okay between us. I mean, I never thought you were somebody like Johnny Rebel, but it had me thinking.

Noble grins as he glances at the Undisputed title on his shoulder.

Noble: You can trust me CJ. We’re gonna be on the same page tonight if we trust one another. Anyway, I gotta go get ready for the match. I’ll see you out there bud.

Gates: You too.

Noble walks off, as Gates goes back to preparing. The camera then zooms to a wall near the two…where Biggs is crouched, having observed the conversation! He smiles to himself.

Biggs: On the same page? We’ll see about that!

Biggs wanders off as the camera moves away from them and we go to ringside


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

Lights shut completely out as darkness consumes the arena. A singular gold light appears, shining down on the stage as an eerie sound comes forth, "Stricken" by Disturbed begins to reverberate forth from the speakers, as a white suited man wearing large glasses comes to the stage, that gold light multiples, as red and blue house lights amalgamate, smoke rising from a passage in the stage as a man begins to rise from below. Still like a statue, gold, red and blue lights shining upon him as he appears in full form, raising his head Carter Rutherford begins to make his way down the aisle, taking no notice of anyone as Richard Cullen taunts and insults the fans in tow.

Carter rapidly steps up the steel and jumps over the top rope, landing on his feet as Richard Cullen enters a few steps behind through the middle ropes. Carter takes his position in a corner, focused and determined on the job at hand as Cullen mouths off towards the official, returning to his clients side as he advises him for the match ahead, the music ending and all eye on Carter Rutherford.

Paige: Introducing first, weighing in at 235 pounds, and hailing from Madison, Mississippi… Carter Rutherford!

Harvey: He sure did have a lot to say last week! Let’s how one of APW’s newest recruits fairs against the Warlock!

Chase: I think it’ll be a…magical match!

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

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 230 pounds, and hailing from Chicago, Illinois… Pax Constantine!

Chase: Speaking of people that talk a lot…

Harvey: The self-proclaimed “Second City Warlock” has struggled a bit here in APW, but has a great chance tonight to pick up a win against what we’re hoping will be an impressive young talent!

Chase: Second city? What, did they kick him out of the first one?

Carter Rutherford vs. Pax Constantine

The two men begin to circle about the ring, and after a bit, go to lock-up. Being that Carter has the size advantage, he pushes Pax down, smirking as he then turns to the crowd and yells “Superman over here!” However, his distraction gives Pax enough time to get up, rush behind him, and takes him down with a German suplex! Pax immediately goes on the offensive, pushing Carter into the corner, and plowing him with an array of elbow shots, jabs, and knees, varying up his combination to keep Carter unsuspecting. Carter falls to the canvas, but Pax picks him right back up and Irish Whips him. Carter hits the opposite turnbuckle, and as Pax charges in, he sidesteps so Pax hit the turnbuckle! Carter moves in, but Pax ducks under a shot, and comes back with a lariat on Carter! Pax with a quick pin…

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Harvey: A little too much showboating looks to have landed Carter Rutherford in undesirable waters!

Chase: Throw the Warlock in there! He might melt!

Both men get up, and Pax tries to grab Carter, but the newcomer responds with a few stiff fists to Pax’s side. Carter Irish Whips Pax, who reverses…and brings Carter back for a spear! Carter writhes on the canvas, but some shots to the head quickly bring him back to planet Earth. Pax ignores the referee’s warnings as he continues to stomp Carter into the canvas. Pax lifts up Carter, and goes for a Airplane Spin Cutter, but Carter slides off his shoulders before the move finishes! Pax turns, but gets kicked in the stomach and lifted up…but Pax nails Carter in the back, and brings himself down with a DDT! Pax lifts up Carter, and tries to nail him with the Down With the System (Rolling Full Nelson Suplex Pin), but Carter backs up, hitting Pax against the corner! However, Pax triies to move him forward, getting into an odd test of strength!

Harvey: Pax wants to end it here!

Chase: Me too…wait, what?

Carter manages to free one arm, and throw back an elbow, knocking Pax down to the canvas! Carter then lifts up Pax, and drills him with an Alabama Slam! He lifts Pax back up, but gets nailed in the stomach! Pax Irish Whips Carter, and catches him off the rebound, finally nailing the Airplane Spin Cutter! Pax then signals for the end of the match, and when Carter gets up, Pax grabs, and slams him down with Down with the System!!! Pax makes the pin…

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Winner: Pax Constantine

Pax Music hits and the ref raises his arm in victory before celebrating.

Harvey: Pax Constantine picks up his first win here in APW

Chase: This may be the win he needs to make an impact in APW

Pax celebrates as we cut backstage

The scene opens up backstage where The APW Overdrive Champion Terry Marvin is standing alongside APW’s own Cindy Shannon.

Cindy Shannon: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am here right now with the APW Overdrive champion Terry Marvin. Terry, last week you had a little run in with Keaton Saint and a steel chair where he got a little bit of revenge from your controversial ending of the Rasslemania match.

Terry Marvin: Whoa Whoa Whoa! Controversial? Look at the record books sweethart, it says Winner: Terry Marvin. There’s no controversy other than that imagined by Keaton Saint himself as a way to excuse his complete and utter destruction at my hands. As for the little “run in” as you so called it last week….you’re just a stupid as the rest of the inbred morons out there.

Terry shakes his head and lets out a sigh.

Terry Marvin: When will cute little tarts like yourself quit tripping over the chance to slob on Keaton‘s knob and realize the truth about him? Keaton Saint brutaly and unapologetically attacked me last week. He tried to end my career for no reason other than jealousy. I have what he wants and will NEVER get! It‘s as simple as that.

Cindy seems put off by the accusations cast her way by the Champion but tries to stay professional.

Cindy Shannon: After a couple weeks of your disatisfaction with the APW referee staff, we saw you last week cutting a deal with the Syndicate….

Terry Marvin: Did you?

Cindy looks at him confused.

Terry Marvin: Are you even sure what you saw? It was, after all, a private conversation between myself Felipe and Violet. Anything you may have overheard in your eavesdropping, busybody ways, is purely coincidence. I will say that the Syndicate was a pleasure to spend some time with and they get quite the bad rap here in APW. There is no love lost between Level One or myself, but as far as I‘m concerned, The Syndicate only want to better the APW in any way possible. They see the corruption here, and want to put a stop to it.

Cindy shakes her head in disbelief and continues on.

Cindy Shannon: Any words about your tag team match tonight?

Terry Marvin: You mean this sham of a spectacle only invented to bring a massive amount of drama to Overdrive and once again FORCE Keaton and I at each others throats in a brash attempt by President Jeff to give him yet another shot at my Overdrive Championship? No, I have nothing to say about that.

Terry smiles and begins to walk away… he then stops and turns around.

Terry Marvin: Actually, let me just say that I am disappointed in you Cindy..

Cindy Shannon: In me?

Terry Marvin: In you and everybody else who conciders Keaton Saint to be exactly what he portrays. I honestly thought you were smarter than that, but I should have known better. After all, you do all your thinking with the two surgically enhanced lumps barely hidden beneath whatever white trash outfit you scrounged together.

You see, you and everyone else kiss his ass and believe that he has what‘s best in mind for APW. But I see through all that bullshit. I have from the very beginning. I see to the root of the man. And what I see….it isn‘t pretty.

I see an ambitious man who only cares about himself and that which he desires. I see a man who doesn’t deserve the love and adoration that is spread to him. I see a man who hides his demonous ways from the rest of the world. I see an EVIL EVIL man who wishes to spread chaos and destruction to the APW. I see a corrupt man who has given in to the sins of his own greed. I see the most despicable type of man who makes me look like the God Damned Pope!

Keaton Saint is a liar.

Keaton Saint is a Monster.

You and everyone else should be careful.

He smiles and blows her a kiss before walking away, leaving her with a shocked and confused look on her face and we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

The scene opens up backstage on the Sensational One looking rather irritated. He slams his fist against the bench he is sitting on and growls as Pence puts his hand on his shoulder.

Pence: I couldn't find Saint anywhere...I'm sorry.

The Sensational One: It doesn't matter...I'm just really irritated that the guy just didn't show up when I told him to show up. I wanted to go over strategy and such, but it seems he is not as interested in winning this match as I am.

Pence: I'm sure that Saint has his reasons, Nick.

The Sensational One: All I can say is that if he lets me down tonight, I better have another chance to prove I am actually worth something. I didn't do this whole week of training just to be pushed aside after a ridiculous loss because of that guy.

Pence nods his head and gets up from the bench and walks to the door. He turns around and gives Nick a thumbs up sign before speaking.

Pence: I'm going to go look for him again, maybe he is chilling out in the lobby, or something along those lines. You stay here and get prepped for the match.

Pence leaves and Nick stands up and begins to pace, he realizes the camera is rolling, and turns to look at the camera already invoking his Sensational One's persona.

The Sensational One: You see, this is what I have to work with ladies and gentlemen...I thought I could trust Saint...I thought I could put faith in him, but where is he now? No where. Now, the Sensational One may very well get his ass handed to him tonight because his team mate decided to be the first guy to cost me a match. Now, the Sensational One understands that he may be busy, the Sensational One even understands that maybe he is looking around for me as well, but the Sensational One just can't understand why he wouldn't just call me on my cell.

Nick holds up his cellphone and tilts his head to the side in a confused manner.

The Sensational One: You see...I'm concerned that after the little scuffle last week that Keaton's head may not be in the right place. He might do something that may or may not be the right thing to do and it concerns me a great deal. I respect the man and his ability, but at times the Sensational One has to wonder where his head at. Last week he vicously assaulted Marvin, sure Marvin is a prick, and a low life who believes he is some kind of wrestling God, but there are better ways to shut him up. Like punching him till he can't move...you see weapons are for pussies. When you rely on a weapon you are just sending a statement that when it comes down to a real fight with no weapons you don't stand a chance, and though it showed Saint's viscous side...it also showed that he can be too hot headed at times.

I wish him all the best in the world, though...after reviewing things that I said and the way he was on Overdrive last week...I have to wonder if the guy can really pin Marvin. I guess only time will tell...for now the Sensational One wants to give a shout out!

The fans cheer as they know Nick is about to applaud some random guy from the fan base. Nick grins and then speaks up again.

The Sensational One: Thank you, Sherry McCormic for the lovely cookies...they tasted real great as I was on the road to arrive here at the stadium. Anyway, for now the Sensational One has to run...I will see you all later tonight. So...Peace out!

The feed goes back to another part of the arena

The cameras cut to the locker-room area and right away the first thing they featured was Michael Harris sitting there all comfortable like on the couch inside his personal locker-room. He had this arrogant little smirk formed across his lips as he began speaking to all those watching.

Michael Harris: On day one when I came to APW. I let it be known I was the best. I let it be known I was going to be at the top of the mountain. I let it be known that failure wasn't an option for me, but yet no one believe me. You all thought I was full of hot air and a lot of you even thought I was history here in APW when I came up short at RassleMania. But last week I proved the exact opposite.

As expected the crowd in the arena started booing Harris for his comments. They remembered the attack that Harris laid on Dionysus all too well. It was clearly something Harris was proud of though.

Michael Harris: I made it clear to Dionysus that I was going to be the Xtreme Champion one way or another. It made no difference to me if I had to beat him in the center the ring or if I had to end his career therefore he'd have to vacate the title. After what I did last week. It's safe to say that Dionysus won't be seen around here anymore. And that brings me to my final point.

For a moment there was a brief pause from the self proclaimed Best To Ever Exist. It had people starting to question what was going with all of this but they weren't going to have to wait long at all to hear it from his very mouth.

Michael Harris: If Dionysus is gone because of me. Then that means that I am the rightful owner to the Xtreme Championship. After all I am the number one contender. That very championship should be handed to me. I deserve it and there isn't a damn person that's going to say other wise. President Jeff, I know this is going to get back to you and I hope you are listening real good Boss Man. Because you've got exactly one week to get Dionysus to surrender that belt to me, or I just may show up at his house and give him another beating he'll never forget. Take it how you want, but I am dead serious. Give me what I deserve!

That was a pretty straight forward statement. One that didn't go over very well with the people at all. At the same time though, Harris didn't care what they thought. He just glared at the cameras for a few seconds in silence before they finally cut to ringside

Eyes of a Panther by Steel Panther hits the PA and plays around the arena. Dita Morgan steps out on to the entrance way, her eyes scan the arena and the huge crowd. After taking a deep breath she starts to make her way down to the ring, microphone in hand. She walks by the crowds and heads up the stairs and steps through the ropes. She stands in the centre of the ring and waits for the music and the crowd to settle down.

Paige: Making her way to the ring first, weighing in at 115 pounds and hailing from Camden Town, London, England… “The Wild Child” Dita Morgan!

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. “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.

Paige: And her opponent, weighing in 245 pounds and hailing from New York…. Yarmouth!

Harvey: We have a classic David vs. Goliath matchup here tonight, Johnny! Yarmouth outweighs her by 130 pounds!

Chase: Some of the best wrestlers we’ve seen come through the APW were physically overmatched but that never stopped them! It should be a good one.

“The Wild Child” Dita Morgan vs. Yarmouth

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The two circle the ring, as Yarmouth doesn’t waste any time in using his size to his advantage as he dives in with a knee to the stomach of Dita. He grabs her by the back of the neck and whips her in to the ropes, Yarmouth prepares for a big boot but “The Wild Child” ducks underneath and bounces off the ropes on the other side before coming flying in with a flying elbow that causes Yarmouth to stumble backwards. She doesn’t give up and follows it up with a spinning leg lariat that sends Yarmouth between the middle ropes and out to the floor.

Harvey: I expected Yarmouth to use his size advantage but Dita showing that she has a little fight in her as well.

Chase: She’s just making Yarmouth angrier! Not a smart move.

Yarmouth climbs back in the ring but Morgan kicks him in the chest before he can make it through the ropes completely. As Yarmouth as down on one knee, Dita spins for a mule kick but Yarmouth catches her leg and flips her over on to her back. He leans down over her and begins to rain down multiple haymakers to the head of his opponent as the crowd counts along with each blow. He helps her back up and throws her in to the ropes again and spins around with a back-elbow that sends Morgan to the ground. She clutches her jaw as Yarmouth drops an elbow across her chest and hooks her leg for a pin attempt…

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Yarmouth slowly gets up leaving Dita to recover on the ground. He leans against the top ropes for leverage before shooting towards Dita with a legdrop but she rolls out of the way at the last second. She leaps forward and dropkicks Yarmouth right between the legs as he yelps in pain.

Harvey: That’s just not right! Dita is using the great equalizer to bring Yarmouth down to her level!

Chase: They are the weaker vessel, Darren!

She goes to pick up Yarmouth but has a hard time lifting him up the mat. Yarmouth sees the opportunity and drives his forearm in to the chin of his opponent as she stumbles backwards. As Dita is hunched over, Yarmouth mounts his attack with a boot to the top of her head that sends her flying rear-first in to the corner. Yarmouth walks over, and as Dita is leaning up against the bottom turnbuckle, he uses his foot to push in to her throat causing her to grasp for air. The referee immediately begins his count as Yarmouth releases at four and starts again until following the same process. He helps her back up and grabbing her under the arms, sends her flying across the ring with a simple toss. He climbs to the second rope and dives off with an elbow drop that clips her shoulder. Yarmouth nonchalantly covers…

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Yarmouth shows signs of being frustrated that he didn’t get the three as he thought it was close. He grabs the referee by the collar as Dita has made her way back to her feet and gives Yarmouth time to spin around before leaping off his knee with an enziguri kick to the back of the head. Both competitors are down on the mat on opposite sides of the ring. Dita is first back to her feet but Yarmouth isn’t far behind her. She runs in the ropes as Yarmouth ducks his head down to send her over the top with a back-body drop but Dita leapfrogs him. She comes back the other way and as she leaps in the air, Yarmouth catches her across the throat and slams her down hard with a chokeslam.

Harvey: This has been a match of reversals! Every time someone gets the advantage, they give the other a chance to recover!


Seeing an opening, Yarmouth goes over and grabs Morgan back up to her feet as she tries pleading with him. She drops back down to her knees as Yarmouth doesn’t buy her ploy before sliding her head in a powerbomb position. However, in an effort to block the move, Dita jacks her head backwards quickly causing Yarmouth to crumble to the mat while grasping his crotch. She leaps to the top rope and dives off with a guillotine legdrop and covers Yarmouth, hooking the leg…

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Winner: “The Wild Child” Dita Morgan![/center]

Dita rolls out of the ring and the ref follows her and raises her arm

Harvey: Wow, Dita just pulled out an upset here over Yarmouth

Chase: Yarmouth may have just taken Dita a little to lightly cause she’s a woman

Dita celebrates her victory as we go backstage

The camera flashes back to backstage, where Kurt Noble is in his locker-room, stretching for the Main Event. However, he doesn’t seem to notice that Biggs has just entered his locker-room! Biggs takes one step, and Noble grabs his cane.
Noble: Might not want to take another step unless you want this cane across your face…

Noble turns...smirking when he sees Biggs, who does look a little rough already after last week.

Noble: You already got the shit beaten out of you earlier…seems like you didn’t get enough. What do you want Biggs?

Biggs: Well, I just couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with CJ earlier-

Noble: Naturally.

Biggs shrugs to himself.

Biggs: Well, it seemed to me that you seemed a bit uneasy around him. I’ve also spent enough time around CJ when he was Champion to know what he’s like when he’s uncomfortable. He saw you look at that belt, you know.

Noble’s own eyes glance towards the Undisputed title.

Noble: What about it?

Biggs: He thought you were going to hit him in the face with it. You’ve thought about it, no?

Noble: I see your concussions are keeping you in tip top mental shape…or turning you into a loon. I’m thinking the second seems more likely-

Biggs: I saw the end of the Main Event Kurt. I saw you stare hungrily at that belt. Just between us…were you thinking about hitting him? Because you really looked like you wanted to!

Noble bites his bottom lip as he exhales.

Noble: Why am I even talking to you about this? It’s none of your business.

Biggs: Maybe. But I’ve been Undisputed Champion , watching CJ Gates move closer towards me. I know exactly what’s going through your head, you know…

Noble stonefaces Biggs, before sitting down.

Noble: Yeah…I thought about it. But for just one second! Something just seemed so off about CJ. I mean, he looked angry when he came out after the Main Event. I didn’t know what he was going to do, and it seemed like I could stop a pre-emptive attacl…but it was just a passing thought. It doesn’t mean anything-

Biggs: For now, anyway. Look, I know you trust CJ, and given our history, you probably won’t listen to a word I say…but CJ cares about the title. You saw him freak out at you when it was gone. Now you have it, and it’s eating him up inside. He even wanted to be like you when he used your finisher! From one former Undisputed Champion to the current… be careful.

Biggs nods, as he heads out. However, Noble stops him.

Noble: You don’t think I can trust him?

Biggs: Well, I “trusted” him back when we teamed for Supremacy, and how did that turn out?

Noble purses his lips as Biggs walks out. Behind the door, Biggs smirks to himself.

Biggs: One down, one to go…

Biggs walks off as the scene fades out.

[President Jeff]

We go to the back where Blade is finishing his pre-match stretching routine before heading down the entrance ramp. The production assistant is preparing to wave Blade on but before he can get a hold of the megastar, Violet LeWinter of the Sindicate puts her arm around the young assistant and pulls him aside. Blade shrugs it off but appearing out of nowhere is Felipe DeLoren with an outstretched hand.

Felipe DeLoren: Exactly who I was looking for.

Blade cautiously engages with Felipe, noticing Violet holding the production assistant hostage with an intense conversation.

Felipe DeLoren: It’s a pleasure to finally shake the hand of the man who took both Kurt Noble and CJ Gates to the limit at RassleMania. Your meteoric rise over the past few months in the APW has turned a lot of heads around here and you have made quite the impression on the Sindicate.

Blade: I anticipated that I’d get a visit from the two of you eventually. You might as well turn around and go the other way because what it is that the two of you after… I’m not interested.

Felipe DeLoren: I wouldn’t be so quick to turn the other cheek, Blade. We have come to the APW to eradicate certain species that roam up and down this entrance ramp that believe themselves to be top-of-the-line megastars. Riddle me this: how can such a man with your resume, after main-eventing the biggest event of the year, be resigned to midcard tag-team matches? The name Blade should resonate throughout the arena. It should be underlined in the bright lights of Boston, Massachusetts.

Felipe wraps his arm around Blade and with his hand in the air outlines the name “Blade” while the megastar looks on.

Blade: I tried my hand at being on the same side of the ring with Johnny Rebel before and it ended badly. What’s holding him up from doing it again?

Within the moment his name is drawn to the conversation, “Simply Put” Johnny Rebel strolls up behind Felipe and pats Blade on the shoulder.

Johnny Rebel: What’s going on here?

Felipe DeLoren: I was in the middle of outlining all of the benefits of being backed by the Sindicate to Blade here. He seems to be taking issue with your ability to remain loyal.

Johnny Rebel: You’re still hanging on to that? Look, I did what I had to do in order to get a leg-up on the likes of Noble and Gates. You were, unfortunately, a pawn in the game of the APW Undisputed Championship. But believe me when I tell you that by the end of the evening, I would have rather had you walk away with that belt than have to stare at the wobbly hobbit that’s carrying around my belt now!

Rebel nods to Mr. DeLoren and mocks Noble by limping towards Violet and the production assistant. However, before completely escaping the scene, Rebel turns around to Blade.

Johnny Rebel: I had my reasons for the way that I’ve operated in the past but you should know that if you decide to shake the hand of Mr. DeLoren over there then we can let bygones be bygones and we’ll consider the hatched six-feet-under. I’ve got one goal these days and that’s to make sure that no-talent hacks like the Keaton Saint’s and Nick Watson’s of the world never are heard from again. I think you have the talent to help us make that become a reality. You won’t be disappointed!

Felipe DeLoren: What do you say? Do we have a deal?

Blade looks to be in serious thought but before he’s able to give his answer,. He nods towards the Sindicate and walks away leaving them without an answer.

Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is a Tag Team Contest….

"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. 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.

Paige: Introducing first… from Carson City, Nevada and weighing in at 198 pounds. The Sensational One NICK WATSON!

Harvey: Fresh off his first win in his debut match last week is this rookie who has shown he has all the elements it takes to make it in this business.

Chase: What match were you watching Harvey? I saw some punk kid get lucky in a match against another nobody and then watched the world go crazy over one stinking match.

Paige: And Now, his tag Team Partner….

The melody of "Cold War" by Janelle Monae signals the arrival of Keaton Saint, who makes his presence known as the song begins to pick up tempo. Saint makes his way to the ring high-fiving some of the fans in the attendance before entering the ring and preparing himself for the match ahead. He and Watson share a few words, then they both look down the entrance way.

Paige: From London England and weighing in at 248 pounds…… KEATON SAINT!

Harvey: Keaton looks focused, looks like the new attitude has him in complete control.

Chase: Control? Did you see what he did last week? He tried to end a man’s career, there is nothing in control about that.
 
Paige: And their opponents…

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

Paige: Introducing First from Manchester England and weighing in at 232 pounds…. BLADE!!!

Harvey: It seems like the losing streak of Blade, with the exception of his victory over Warren Peace, is continuing and hopefully he’ll break out of it soon.

Chase: He’s about to break out of it right here. He should have had Keaton last week and the entire world knows it. He’s going to prove them all right tonight!

Paige: And his Tag Team Partner

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 stops at the ring, looking at his opponents inside and his partner on the apron. He raises the APW Overdrive Championship HIGH above his head to loud boos from the crowd.

Paige: From Las Vegas Nevada, weighting in at 245 pounds. He is the APW OVERDRIVE CHAMPION…..The Real Show TERRY MARVIN!!!

Harvey: There is definitely no love lost in this arena for this man. Hated by the fans, hated by his opponents, and hated even by his tag team partner.

Chase: And Loving every minute of it. Terry is a true champion and he does everything he possibly can to make damn sure the world knows it. Tonight, he’s going to erase all doubt and silence Keaton once and for all!

Terry takes one look at the referee and then scowls before marching over to the ring announcer and has a few words with her. After a few seconds, a second referee marches down to the ring and slides in to boos from the crowd.

Harvey: What is this?

Chase: It’s obvious isn’t it? Terry is supposed to have a highly trained ref call his matches, to prevent mistakes like the last couple of weeks!

Harvey: This is a CROCK! Is that the special Syndicate referee?

The new ref wins the argument and sends the old one packing as Finally Terry rolls into the ring and stands in his corner with Blade. He stares at Keaton who locks eyes with him.

Terry Marvin & Blade vs. Keaton Saint and Nick Watson

The bell rings and The referee is explaining the rules. KEATON has heard enough and charges at Marvin only to be stopped by the ref who backs him off and back into his corner where he’s admonishing him. Meanwhile Blade and Marvin double kick Nick Watson in the Gut and drop him with a hard Double DDT. They stomp away at him while the Ref’s back is turned. Keaton screams for him to turn around, but the ref keeps his attention on Keaton forcing him to the outside. The ref turns around to see Blade stomping at a downed Watson and he orders Terry to get to the outside.

Harvey: I see EXACTLY how this travesty is going to go down!

Chase: Travesty? I think the word you’re looking for is Total domination! The talent of Terry and Blade is just too much for the pretty boys to handle.

Blade pulls Nick to his feet and backs him into the corner. He unleashes with a series of chops before pulling him out only to whip him face first into the corner, grabbing him on the rebound and taking him over and down with a german suplex. He makes the quick cover.

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Blade is quick to his feet again and whips Watson into the ropes and nails him with a Spinebuster upon his return. He then looks over and points at Keaton to boos from the crowd. He pulls Nick to his feet and shoves him back in the corner and makes the tag to Terry Marvin! The crowd erupts in boos!

Chase: YES! Welcome to the APW rookie. Take some lessons from our APW champion!

Marvin comes in and the two of them hammer away at Watson in the corner. The ref comes over and barely says something to them before making a VERY VERY long 5 count. Keaton screams from the other corner which gets the ref to come over and admonish him again. Meanwhile, Terry and Blade choke Watson. Finally Blade gets to the outside and Terry takes Watson down with a stalling vertical suplex. He then stands up and holds his arms out for the crowd to boo at him. He then quickly runs over and throws a big right hand into the face of Keaton Saint. Keaton tries to get in the ring but is stopped by the ref.

Harvey: Oh COME ON! This is getting quite ridiculous.

Terry heads back over to Watson who has sprung to life. He throws a couple elbows into the gut of Marvin then runs to the ropes coming back with a flying cross body Taking Marvin down. He then bounces off the ropes again only to catch a Foot in the back by Blade. He stops and has words with him but doesn’t see as Marvin sneaks up behind him and takes him down with a hard Edge-o-matic.

Chase: Keep your eye on the ball rookie.

Marvin now makes the Tag to Blade who goes right to work on Watson. He pulls him to his feet, lifts him up and drops his back across his knee. He holds on, lifts Watson back up and drops him with another backbreaker. Keaton is stomping his feet on the outside trying to get the crowd to bring some life back into Watson. Blade whips Watson off the ropes and goes for a Flapjack, but Watson rolls out of it, lands on his feet and hits Blade with a huge roundhouse to the face. Blade stagers back and gets a spinning elbow to his face for his troubles and then Watson is right there with a jumping punch that takes Blade off his feet. Watson collapses to the ground and looks at Keaton, knowing he has to get the tag. The fans clap loudly for him as he crawls over to Keaton. Suddenly Marvin comes in and grabs Watsons foot and drags him back to the corner, stomping on his head for good measure. Keaton again is blocked by the ref when he attempts to help his partner.

Harvey: They should have called this a handicapped match. The referee is just appalling.

Chase: What’s wrong with you Harvey? Can’t you tell great officiating when you see it?

Marvin turns around on the apron and has words with the fans in the front row. Watson is quick to his feet, runs and hits a dropkick to the Back of Marvin, sending him to the floor and off the apron to loud cheers from the fans. Watson then ducks a clothesline from Blade, kicks him in the gut and hits the JUST KIDDING! The crowd is fired up now as Watson leaps and makes the hot Tag to Keaton Saint. Keaton comes in with a full head of steam taking Blade down with a clothesline…and another clothesline. Marvin rolls in from the outside and is met with a Belly to Belly from Keaton that sends him across the ring and rolling back out to the outside. The crowd cheers loudly as Keaton is pumped up.

Harvey: Saint is on FIRE now and the team of Blade and Marvin had BETTER watch their backs.

Saint grabs a rising Blade and takes him down with a powerslam. He hooks the leg for the cover.

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Harvey: What the hell was that? A very very slow count by the ref there and Keaton is highly upset.

While Keaton argues with the referee, Blade is back to his feet and takes him down with a falling neck breaker. The crowd boos as Blade makes his way over to his corner and reaches for the tag. However, Terry isn’t there as he’s still struggling to get back up from the Belly to Belly from Keaton earlier. Blade yells over the top rope at him to hurry up. When he turns around, Keaton is there again. He kicks Blade in the gut and takes him down with a snap suplex. He then slaps on an a chinlock pulling back hard on Blade. The ref is in position to see if Blade submits, but Blade instead wiggles out of the hold and gets to the ropes. Keaton grabs him and snap mares him over. He hits the ropes and runs back with a modified Baseball slide. Keaton then pulls Blade to his feet and hooks him up for a Stalling fishermans Suplex. He NAILS it and then makes the cover.

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MARVIN WITH A HARD KICK TO SAINTS HEAD!!!

Chase: What a SAVE by our Overdrive Champion!

Harvey: Give the assist to the referee with yet ANOTHER slow count!

Marvin pulls blade to the corner and makes a fast tag to him. He comes in and takes Keaton down with a Side Effect and makes the quick cover.

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Harvey: And now the fast count….why am I not surprised?

Chase: You’ve got quite the imagination there don’t you Harvey?

The crowd boos and Marvin just smiles. He drops an elbow across Saint’s Shoulder…and another one. He pulls saint to his feet and takes him down with a single arm DDT. He then rolls it into an armbar and pulls back and up hard on the arm of Keaton Saint. After a few seconds of writhing in pain, Keaton finally gets to the ropes to break the hold. Marvin pulls him back up and takes him down again with the You’re Cancelled! He then backs up and stalks Keaton calling for him to get to his feet as the crowd boos loudly. Just then, Blade reaches over the top rope and makes the blind Tag. Terry turns to argue with Blade and doesn’t see as Keaton is back to his feet and spins Terry around, whips him into the ropes and catches him with the PARAGON BACKBREAKER!

Harvey: PARAGON BACKBREAKER! This one’s over!

Chase: Pay attention Harvey… Marvin’s not the legal man.

Blade grabs Keaton after the backbreaker and hits him with an inverted Powerbomb. But instead of making the cover he poses to the fans who all boo and jeer at him loudly. This gives Keaton a chance to roll to the corner and get the tag to Watson. Nick is quick to the top rope and leaps off at an unsuspecting Blade and hits a missle Drop Kick. He rolls into the cover.

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Nick goes to Lift Blade, but Blade counters with a blatant Low Blow and nails a running knee lift that takes him to the ground. Blade lifts him and hits a German Suplex. He lifts him again and whips him into the ropes. Nick ducks under a running clothesline and springboards off the ropes with a shoulder block at the same time Blade jumps with a block of his own. They collide head first in the middle of the ring and collapse on the mat. Both men lay out on the mat as the ref begins his count to ten. The fans and Keaton all cheer for Nick to get up. He finally does and dives for the tag, but just as he gets there Keaton is pulled off the apron by Terry Marvin!!!

Harvey: NO! Terry comes from out of no where to prevent the tag.

Chase: And now it’s time for a little payback on the outside!

Marvin grabs Saint and bounces his head off the steal steps. He goes to bounce it again, but Keaton blocks and bounces Marvin’s head off the steps, then bashes his head into the steal post. Keaton charges for a kick to Terry’s head against the Post but Terry grabs the leg and slams it into the post. Terry grabs Keaton whips him around and hard into the post. He goes to charge in after him but Keaton manages to step away and send Terry into the post instead. Keaton goes to follow but Terry moves aside and the two lock eyes on the outside. Right hand by Keaton. Right hand by Terry. Left By Terry. Keaton staggers back but then explodes tackeling Terry to the ground and the two continue to brawl on the outside.

Harvey: This match is really starting to get out of control now! The two men brawl relentlessly on the outside trying to do real damage.

Chase: Meanwhile in the ring, there’s still a match going on!

Nick is back up to his feet first. He is quick to the top rope and waits as Blade Climbs to his feet. Nick prepares to dive off the rope trying to hit THE FLYING KNEE, But Blade manages to rush into the ropes crotching Nick on the top. Blade hoists him on his shoulder s and DROPS HIM WITH THE RAZOR BLADE! He makes a quick cover.

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Winner: Terry Marvin and Blade

Chase: YES!!! Blade is back to his winning ways with a HUGE win in this tag contest.

Paige: Winners of this match The team of Terry Marvin and BLADE!!!!

Harvey: OH NOW WHAT?

Blade kicks a rising Keaton Saint in the gut hard as he pushes Nick Watson out of the ring. Outside, Terry has grabbed his Overdrive Title and has slid back into the ring. He glares at Keaton as he slowly gets to his feet. Blade points at Keaton, telling Marvin to pounce on him. Marvin is crouched in attack mode.

Harvey: I think this may have been the plan all along, to destroy Keaton after this match!

Chase: Payback is a “you know what” Harvey.

Just as it looks like Terry is about to attack Keaton, he stands up and shakes his head. Blade comes walking at him with his hands held out wondering why. Marvin rolls out of the ring with the title in hand as Blade does the same, confusedly backing up towards the entrance area. Keaton comes to his senses and looks to the outside just as confused. Marvin grabs a microphone.

Terry Marvin: NO! I’m not going to do this. I’m not going to stoop as low as to beat up a defenseless man… I’m not going to stoop to your depths Keaton!

The crowd boos at Marvin’s hypocrisy

Harvey: Who does he think he’s fooling here?

Chase: Careful before you get suited for deformation of character.

Terry Marvin: The fact of the matter is clear Keaton. You and I are DONE! There is nothing left here. I proved my point at Rasslemania that I am the better wrestler than you. And I’ve proven my point today that I’m a better human being than you. Sure, I have my flaws, my ambitions, and my willingness to win at all cost. But I wouldn’t take out a defenseless man. I made the choice you couldn’t make last week. I won’t give in to the darkness like you. For as much as you claim to be the more honorable man here. You’re a sick man, you’re an evil man…..YOU ARE THE VILLAIN IN THIS STORY! It’s time you dealt with your defeat and moved on… OUR chapter is CLOSED!

Terry drops the mic as he heads to the back with his title in hand raising it for all the world to see. Keaton is furious in the ring and screams at Marvin to come back and fight him.

Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

The scene opens up backstage where C.J. Gates can be seen inside his locker room getting ready for the main event. As he is taping his wrists, a knock can be heard at the door and after a few moments the door opens and in steps former APW Undisputed champion Biggs. He smirks at Gates as he steps in, Gates stands up and Biggs holds a hand up before creating a 'T' with his hands, calling for a time out.

Biggs: Relax, I'm not here to bust your head in or anything. As much as I want to because of how you ended my career, I'll restrain myself.

Gates still remains wary as Biggs pulls up a chair and sits down.

Biggs: I was just thinking...Well, I just thought you should know that Kurt and I had a little chat earlier this evening.

Gates: And the two of you have conspired to work against me?

Biggs: Not at all, though it's nice to see your paranoia has stuck around. I happened to run into him and well, he didn't exactly have many nice things to say about you.

Gates: And why should I believe you? After all, you are the man who made his living lying, cheating and doing anything in his power to screw everyone over.

Biggs chuckles and nods.

Biggs: I've never denied that, now have I? And you don't have to believe me, I just thought I'd come in and let you know that he's pretty much had it with you, and any thought of a partnership is just to save face, really.

Gates: Somehow I just don't believe me.

Biggs: It's true! I heard it from his own mouth. He told me how you've been getting the easy path to stardom around here and how he's going to bring you crashing down. He wants to prove to everyone who works for, pays for, or watches APW that you are nothing but a fraud.

Gates opens his mouth to speak but Biggs continues.

Biggs: He also said that if the chance arose during the main event, he would crack your head with the Undisputed title.

Gates stares at Biggs.

Biggs: Honest to God, Ceej, I'm not lying. He told me that less then half an hour ago.

Gates: And yet, I don't believe you. You twist everything around and you make things up for a living, so I'm finding it hard to buy that Noble is actually making me out to be the bad guy around here. He and I have talked things over, and he's apologized for how he's acted lately. There have been some cracks in our partnership, but for the most part, Noble and I are still on the same level.

Biggs nods along with what Gates is saying.

Gates: Besides, Kurt is a professional. He knows that the minute he steps into that ring for a match, things change. He'll be at the top of his game in hopes of looking good out there going into Mayhem, just like I will. Everything you are trying to pull back up, it's all be swept under the rug. All of these lies you're slinging at me, he and I have already talked about it. As far as I'm concerned, there's nothing to worry about.

Biggs: Well, at the end of the night, when you're flat on your back looking up at the ceiling, and Kurt Noble is standing over you holding a bloodied title, don't say I didn't warn you.

Gates: Thanks, but I'm sure I'll be fine. If anyone should be worrying it's you and your champs, because you guys are in for a tough match this week.

Biggs: Oh, I know.

Biggs stands up and walks to the door. Before leaving he turns around to look at Gates.

Biggs: Just remember what I said, alright? We might have a rocky past, and we might not really see eye to eye all the time, but I'm still a human being and I'm just looking out for you.

Biggs exits the room and closes the door behind him as the scene fades out to ringside

Harvey: So after all that excitement so far here tonight, it's now time for...wait, it's happening again.

Chase: Here go the lights, and just a hunch, but I bet the video board is the place to look!

Indeed, the lights finish going out, and the static on the video board fades to archived footage. This time, we open on a confrontation between A.C. Smith and AWA/ACW legend Snake. A.C. has the microphone, and speaks.

A.C.: You came here to find competition you could beat. And you came here so you wouldn't have to face the ONE man who could overpower you in the AWA. If ACW management has half a brain, they'll be seeing one of the few dream matches left in wrestling very soon. Snake, it's never happened before. And you KNOW why.

We see a quick fade-out, and when we come back, Snake has Smith locked in the Constrictor, a variant of the Dragon sleeper that was considered the most lethal submission move of its time. However, instead of tapping out, Smith reaches around Snake's waist with both arms, lifts him up, and turns it into a tombstone piledriver to the amazement of the crowd! He covers, and the fans count along with the official: One, two, three!

Another fadeout, and this time, we focus on Smith and former ACW World Heavyweight Champion Mike Voland, the world-renowned Demon of the Skies, both of whom are chest-to-chest in the middle of the ring.

A.C.: The first one of us to go from this ring, to the scaffold, to the catwalk, and THROUGH the door is the winner. It's called a Cliffhanger match. No count-outs, no disqualifications, no pinfalls, no submissions, and in this match, I thoroughly expect to be tested like I've never been tested before. And judging by that look on your face, Mike, I know you're eager to accept my challenge.

What's it gonna be, Mikey?

Voland: It looks like you've put a lot of thought into how you want to be sent to the hospital, A.C. If you want to climb up into high altitudes with the Demon of the Skies then it's your funeral. YOU'RE ON!”

A quick cut comes to Crossroads, ACW's annual August pay-per-view. The two fight atop the catwalk, but Smith maneuvers himself closer to the door and, when Voland thinks he's knocked Smith backwards with a cross body block, he's actually knocked him through the door!

Robert Jones: I don't believe it...I think Mike outsmarted himself!

Another quick cut, and we're transported to August of 2011. A.C. Smith is in the ring with notoriously-shady interviewer Charles Yan, but it's Smith doing all the talking.

A.C.: When I signed my new one-year contract last month, I specifically asked for a special stipulation in the fine print. It reads, in very clear language, that if I do not win the ACW World Heavyweight Championship within one year of my return, I will retire from the business. It's the only thing I have left to do. And if I can't do it by July 10th, 2012, I might as well go home. And you and all the men in that locker room telling me I can't do it? That just provides me more motivation to go out and win it.

We then fade to Crossroads 2011, held in Smith's hometown of New York City. Smith hits a big boot on ACW World Heavyweight Champion Kyle Travis and covers: One, two, three! The scene freezes after the three-count, and we once again hear A.C. Smith's voice.

Make no mistake, I've made some really big boasts about what I can do in that ring. But what makes me different from everyone else that's done the same thing is that I've been doing it for ten years running. And I'm STILL HERE.

And next week, I'll be right here on Overdrive to explain how I'll rise to the top AGAIN.

We fade out, and the gray text appears on the screen as the arena's lights return to full power and the crowd erupts in unanimous cheers of approval.

A.C. SMITH
HE'S COMING

Harvey: Whoa! Next week?

Chase: For the past three weeks, Smith has been making some big boasts. That said, this is a man whose bite is just as dangerous as his bark. I can't wait to see him here, and neither can APW's fans!

In the locker room, “Simply Put” Johnny Rebel and Level-One are sitting at separate corners of the room while Felipe DeLoren gives some last minute instruction.

Felipe DeLoren: It’s incredibly important the two of you go out and do what we have been talking about doing for the past week. My read on President Jeff is that he isn’t going to take the two of you serious when you talk about running through the tag division and will do anything in his power to ensure we fall. We need to make a statement out there!

Rebel and Level-One both nod as Felipe waves for Violet to follow him and disappears through the locker room door.

Johnny Rebel: In the interest of being completely transparent, this was the last place I expected to be in the weeks following RassleMania.

Level-One: It have been a lot worse. You could have been killed and laying in a morgue or laying in a fucking hospital sucking spaghetti through a straw right now.

Johnny Rebel: No, I mean here with you and the Sindicate throwing our names into the tag division.

Level-One glances up with a look on his face that says, “You can’t be serious?”

Johnny Rebel: Embrace it, man. It’s the reality that we have created for ourselves. You and I both know that Jeff has a hard-on for C.J. Gates and isn’t going to rest until the belt is back around his waist. The best way for us to infiltrate the executives in the APW offices is to focus on the tag scene and make waves there. You said it earlier: we will single-handedly be responsible for returning the tag division to glory.

Level-One nods in agreement towards Rebel before adding his own reasoning.

Level-One: There isn’t a more dependable guy than me on this entire roster. I’ve main-evented four RassleMania’s, won championship after championship, and carried a lot of dead weight to five-star feuds. But the only thing that I haven’t accomplished during my four years in the APW is winning the APW World Tag-Team Championships.

Johnny Rebel: It isn’t exactly the path that I was wanting to head down but Jeff isn’t exactly knocking down my door with Undisputed title shots. I’ve got to prove that Kurt’s win was a fluke at RassleMania. After all, I’m the only one in the entire locker room that has gone toe-to-toe with him and come out the better man! If we start with one division at a time, we’ll eventually have this place turned upside down.

Rebel is starting to make some headway with Level-One. You couldn’t blame the two for not being on the same page immediately, after all, tonight was the first night they would ever be in the ring during a sanctioned match with one another.

Level-One: I'll give you a positive on that. There isn't a doubt in my mind that if we tap into our full potential as a unit not only will we lift this division and those titles to something competitors all across the globe aspire to one day hold but maybe even outshine the undisputed champion himself until our star power can no longer be denied.

Johnny Rebel nods his head in agreement as Level-One looks straight ahead with a scowl on his face launching a gob of spit right onto his locker room floor in disgust.

Level-One: This is a lesson about how quickly people in this business forget about you. Jeff insulting us by touting the AKA as if they're legitimate challengers for our soon to be held thrones. It’s a joke that these two are in the APW Hall of Fame and are even in consideration for getting a shot at the tag-team belts. It’s safe to say that the tag division has never seen a team with as much firepower as the two of us put together.

Johnny Rebel throws a few fists in the air stretching himself out as he smirks with a great deal of pride.

Johnny Rebel: To be honest, I don't think they could handle either one of us by ourselves. It'll take a great deal of error and miscalculation if we are to let one of these career drunken slobs beat us out there, tonight. It may just put me into an early retirement.

Level-One: Retirement? Try suicidal binge.

Level-One fired off with complete and utter disdain for his opponents. Their dialogue is interrupted as APW interviewer Cindy Shannon comes waltzing into their locker room.

Cindy Shannon: Hello, it's Cindy Shannon! Do you mind if we get an official statement on your new tag team alliance that is currently trending on twitter right now?

Level-One: Who the hell let you into my locker room?

Johnny Rebel lifts a hand trying to settle an amped up Level-One down. Johnny Rebel greets Cindy Shannon with a warm smile.

Johnny Rebel: Sure. Level-One... we have an open door policy for the wonderful press remember?

Level-One: Right.

Level-One mumbles under his breath as Johnny Rebel is first to give his statement to APW.com

Johnny Rebel: Trending on twitter are we? That's cool and everything but trends don't last very long. The Sindicate is more then a trend. It's almost like a way of life and while I've only lived it for about a week it's been the most uplifting week of my life. You see when President Jeff wouldn't give me a place in APW – the Sindicate went out of it's way to make a way for me and I owe them by going out there and doing everything in my power to help them achieve their goals.

Cindy Shannon: Level-One? Your statement?

The former APW undisputed champion walks over to Cindy Shannon and Johnny Rebel to issue his statement.

Level-One: For all those who would dare test either of our intentions in joining forces our actions will speak louder then words out there. Johnny Rebel is not my Sally Talfourd. For one, he doesn't flirt with my emotions and isn't nearly as pretty! Secondly, I don't have a history as deep and as rooted in hatred with Johnny like I did with Sally! However, there isn't anything I can really say. Your only hope is that we crumble – the Sindciate fails – and your mediocre careers are left intact. However the cold hard truth is, we have no conflict of interests it's simply Sindicate over – EVERYTHING.

Level-One grins as he slaps Johnny Rebel on his back and walks out of the locker room leaving Johnny Rebel alone with Cindy Shannon.

Johnny Rebel: Simply FN' PUT!

Johnny Rebel storms off to meet up with his tag team partner in the hallway as Cindy Shannon is left behind in the dust wearing a smile of admiration on her pretty little face.

Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

Backstage inside the TD Banknorth Garden Shane West is standing by with a man who won’t be familiar to casual viewers of APW television. He is a lean, yet well-built man of middle age, wearing a smart if not flashy suit.

Shane West: Ladies and gentlemen, I am joined at this time by Vern Wheeler, the agent and friend of Xtreme Champion John Dionysus. He has requested a special interview tonight to update us on the situation of John Dionysus. The question we all want answered, Mr. Wheeler, is how fit is the Xtreme Champion?

Vern Wheeler: First of all, I want to thank President Jeff for granting me this time. As for John, he is recovering well. We have consulted with two doctors, and there is a consensus between the two that John isn’t involved in any kind of wrestling for a couple of weeks.

Shane West: And this goes back to what many perceive as a vicious and completely unprovoked attack by Michael Harris on last week’s Overdrive?

Vern Wheeler: That’s right. John was discharged from hospital last Friday with a concussion after what Michael Harris did to him. It didn’t help matters that John then had to wrestle in CWC on the weekend.

Shane West: Dionysus’ Ascension aspirations coming to an end at the hands APW’s very own Undisputed Champion, Kurt Noble.

Vern Wheeler: That’s right, although I don’t think John will be making any excuses. But when you’ve already suffered some head trauma, a couple of Noble Neckbreaker’s two days later doesn’t exactly help with the recovery. This time the doctors, instead of advising John to take some time off, have signed him off for a couple of weeks. I know John doesn’t want to miss a beat here in APW, and I know he really wanted to be here tonight, especially with the show taking place in his hometown Boston. But at the moment he just can’t afford to be here and remain at risk to further assaults from Michael Harris while he is in a vulnerable state.

Shane West: Was there some message John Dionysus had for Michael Harris in the meantime?

Vern Wheeler: He didn’t give me any instructions, but I will say a few words on his behalf.

Vern Wheeler looks directly at the camera.

Vern Wheeler: Harris, let’s be completely open and clear about this: you are a coward and a cheap-shot artist. You boast about being ‘The Greatest Ever’, but all you have proven around here is that you are a second-rate human being and in no way meet the criteria of a championship contender. You may be #1 contender for the Xtreme Championship, but when the times comes for you to cash in that right, I promise you, John will make you suffer.

Wheeler turns back to Shane West and thanks him. Overdrive cuts to Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase at ringside.

Harvey: Well, this situation between John Dionysus and Michael Harris really seems to be taking a personal turn; when it comes for those two to meet again in the ring you get the impression it will be about more than just the Xtreme Championship.

Chase: Michael Harris has had Dionysus’ number for weeks. What I don’t understand is who this Vern Wheeler is to be wading in like that. What’s it got to do with him?

Harvey: He’s a friend of John Dionysus. He’s just updating us about the condition of Dionysus.

Chase: Sounds like he is trying to do the fighting for Dionysus; it sounds to me like Dionysus is trying to avoid Michael Harris. What kind of a coward sends his agent along to do his bidding?

Harvey: I think you’re being ridiculously inflammatory as usual, Johnny. The guy had his head bashed against a concrete wall. Are you advocating that we start making Megastars wrestle with head injuries?

Chase: I think it’s about time Dionysus got off his damn cross and started acting like the Champion he pretends to be.

Harvey: I think if John Dionysus could be here tonight, then he surely would. One thing we can agree on though, Johnny: Dionysus will meet Harris at sometime in the future.

A graphic appears on the screen to promote this event; it’s the usual fare of two guys looking tough and an image of the APW Xtreme Championship belt across the screen.

Harvey: And when that one explodes it is going to be absolutely brutal.

Overdrive cuts to the next match

Paige: The following match-up is an $8.50 on a Pole match, where the winner is determined by the first person to retrieve the money from the top of the pole!

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

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

Paige: Introducing first, from Calgary, Alberta Canada…CHRIS HART!!

Chris flips off the rope and turns towards the entrance way, staring anxiously up it in anticipation of his opponent.

Harvey: Well this match will definitely be…interesting. I’ve called a few “item on a pole” matches before, but never quite like one involving a mere eight dollars and fifty cents.

Chase: Hey, this economy is still in a sway; and besides, it’s good for this crowd to see our APW stars fighting in the ring for their *actual* paycheck this week!

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

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

Paige: And his opponent, from Pinar del Río, Cuba. He is “The Boss”…DELIKADO!!

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

Chase: I like this guy, Harvey. He’s got an incredible amount of confidence, an excellent example of an APW star in the making!

Harvey: More like he’s an egotistical ass! He was the one who demanded this match after Hart supposedly “wasted” a train ticket Delikado gave him that cost $8.50! He was more or less trying to buy Chris Hart’s departure from APW!

Chase: And the kid wasted it. You ask me, Delikado was just trying to do Hart a favor, that is, according to rumors I’ve heard circulating…

$8.50 on a Pole
Chris Hart vs. Delikado

Both men stare each other down as the bell rings. Delikado’s eyes shift toward the pole in the corner, where we see eight $1 bills and two quarters taped to the side. The Boss proceeds to grin and walks toward Chris Hart, extending his hand like he wants to promote good feelings on the matchup. Hart looks at the Cuban’s hand with a highly skeptical expression, but as Delikado chides him on, Chris sighs and does indeed shake Delikado’s hand. This is when The Boss roughly and humorously shoves Hart away against the ropes and charges for the pole! Like a ravenous monkey, Delikado climbs up the pole and rips the taped money away! The bell rings, signifying the end of the match!

Harvey: What the hell?! It’s over already?!

Chase: Ha! That has to be one of—if not THE shortest matches in APW history!!

Winner: Delikado

Paige: Here’s your winner, and…uhh…the proud owner of $8.50…Delikado!!

The fans are flabbergasted at what has just transpired before them. Chris Hart simply stands by with his arms folded and a bemused smirk on his face while Delikado is falling to his knees, almost weeping as he clutches the $8.50 close to him. He leans back and extends the money into the air triumphantly to camera flashes and his music, celebrating like he’s just won the APW Undisputed Championship! He even starts to do a little victory dance…until he eyes Chris Hart and slowly stops. Something clearly passes through the Cuban’s mind as he lowers his arms and his excitement fades away. He makes a cutting motion, stopping his music, and then walks over to the corner, demanding a microphone.

Harvey: Well SOMETHING just stopped Delikado’s party it seems.

Delikado’s eyes are narrow and accusing as he lifts the mic up to his mouth and points at Hart.

Delikado: Did you…Did you not try, Chris? Did you REALLY just do what Delikado thinks you did?

He pauses, waiting for Hart’s response. Chris’s smile widens and his nods humbly, causing Delikado to step back with an annoyed look on his face.

Delikado: You penguin-screwing motherfucker. I will literally go and burn your popsicle house down in Canada for that pathetic showing you just gave! You should know, Delikado went through months and weeks of hell and paperwork to get us this match, one solely made out so that we could have some friendly competition and still have money to make—money that YOU already owed Delikado when you wasted his train ticket worth $8.50, but you know what, you know what, that didn’t even matter. That didn’t even matter because Delikado thought you were still a cool guy, Chris.

Hart is just letting all of this soar over him, the Cuban’s ranting, and calmly leans against the ropes.

Delikado: It’s true. But then, oh, but THEN you take this match up, this $8.50 on a Pole match, and you just let Delikado waltz right up and take it. Well you know what, suck my balls, Chris, because that’s not what happened. You DIDN’T just let Delikado win and claim that money.

Hart mouths “Oh really?” in mock surprise.

Delikado: Uh-uh. You see the FACT! of the matter is, is that when that bell rang, your head wasn’t in this match, or toward facing Delikado one-on-one in the greatest spectacle of all time. No…it was on a little Miss Thing called “Your Best Friend’s Wife”! You were frozen in your own little pretty girl-boy puberty form as you day dreamed, and Delikado, the professional he has been for DECADES, took the moment of your weakness and leapt after that money—MY MONEY!

He flaunts the money in Hart’s face and then stuffs it into his tights.

Delikado: And with this $8.50 I just won cleanly off you, by my own amazing skill alone and without help, Delikado’s now gonna buy another boom mic for Deli Tee Vee, and he’s gonna set it up someplace. Someplace he reckons you and Mrs. Noble are gonna bang!

Hart just rolls his eyes and looks out to the crowd coolly biding his time. Delikado scowls in anger at this, gripping the mic until his knuckles turn pure white.

Delikado: And with all that banging and moaning and shit you’re gonna be doing all over your best pal’s girl on my watch, Delikado’s gonna make buck. APW ratings will SOAR with Deli Tee Vee’s exclusive look inside the Undisputed Champion’s inner circle! Fucking make it rain HIGH NUMBERS aaaaallll oooooover the place…BITCH!

Hart frowns irritably as he wipes spit off him from the Cuban’s last word. He stares dead into Delikado’s burning eyes now and promptly rips the mic away.

Hart: You finished? I can go now?

Delikado angrily pulls the mic from Chris back to himself.

Delikado: DON’T YOU RIP THE MIC FROM ME, DON’T YOU……..*inhale/exhale* Sure, Chrissy boy, you can go. Just leave right now and keep on denying there’s drama you’ve created. Hell, Deli Tee Vee has a habit of being amazing and finding out the FACTS! on everything, after all. It'll just be more dramatic and entertaining seeking out the truth, you know what I'm saying?

The Cuban smirks cockily as he steps back and shrugs.

Delikado: And hey, who knows, cupcake? Maybe if it turns out you’re telling the truth and you aren’t/haven’t been screwing the wife of Overdrive’s Champion…then maybe Delikado will. After all, Mrs. Noble DOES have history with The Boss…down there.

A dark look passes by Hart’s face. The jokes have now gone too far.

Delikado: Yessir, it’d do just as well for APW ratings and it’d put Deli Tee Vee on the podium of untouchableness if The Boss met up with Mrs. Kurt Noble and pounded away. From there it’d just—

Hart rips the mic from Delikado’s hand. But instead of speaking, he bashes the Cuban in the nose with it!! The crowd cheers in approval as Delikado falls to the mat, clutching his nose. The enraged Hart begins to pummel away on Delikado with closed fists to a roar from the audience!

Harvey: Oh dear, I KNEW this would turn ugly! One can only take so much badmouthing, especially from someone as obnoxious as Delikado, before they turn violent!

Chase: Here comes security!

Hart is now kicking Delikado before two security guards grab him and restrain him. Delikado jumps up, wipes his bloody nose, and then yells in a rage as he rushes Hart, beating away on his head before security restrains The Boss as well! Both men are raging, desperate to get to the other. Delikado even waves his $8.50 around to the guards, trying to pay them off to release him.

Delikado: *screaming* C’mon, let Delikado go! This is five times your regular salary anyway! Fools!

The struggling between both men and security continues as we go to a quick commercial.

[President Jeff]

A video package begins to roll presented by Sindicate Productions.

Felipe DeLoren: Hi, my name is Felipe DeLoren. You know me as the brains behind the Sindicate the man ahead of exacting change but as part of my out reach to the millions of fans of the Sindicate out there who just don't know it yet – I wanted to allow them to get to know me on a personal level.

The scene jump cuts to an office. Felipe DeLoren is looking out his office window in the upscale part of town while his girlfriends Kia & Violet LeWinter sit at a table with a pile of paper worker in front of them.

Felipe DeLoren: I am a man who makes his own rules while following the law. Every year, Sindicate enterprises files their tax returns never trying to skirt the law. I am always on top of my taxes!

Kia and Violet LeWinter wearing glasses go over their paper work with a fine comb – as Felipe DeLoren watches with delight.

Felipe DeLoren: You see the Sindicate is more then just a wrestling entity. We're business minded folks. We're smart. We're educated. And each one of us has graduated from the top universities in America. I myself hail from Harvard University.

Felipe DeLoren flashes a confident and cocky grin.

Kia LeWinter: Okay, I think we can write off some more donations. That referee you provided to Terry Marvin last week? Clearly worthy of a tax break!

Violet LeWinter: I think I can also make a few calls to the APW – there's no reason why the Sindicate should have to pay out of pocket for his travel services.

Kia LeWinter and Violet LeWinter continue to comb through several documents as Felipe DeLoren takes a seat at his desk and arrogantly kicks his feet up on the table.

Felipe DeLoren: Violet and Kia LeWinter do it all. There is no doubt in mind that I am surrounded by the perfect dream team. Our intelligence is what is going to separate us from any other so called ''faction'' in pro wrestling. We have minds for this business a mind that the APW will benefit greatly from.

Felipe DeLoren phone rings but he ignores the call.

Felipe DeLoren: I hope President Jeff is all caught up on his taxes this year – for I have many connections in high places. In this capitalistic world it's dog eat dog. I am not below playing dirty to gain leverage on my competition. Jeff, I hope you are caught up on your taxes because a mere phone call on my behalf will have you worried about three initials not concerning the APW but the IRS!

He personally wouldn't call it a threat. It was more of a promise. Felipe DeLoren leans back in his chair and relishes in his power.

Felipe DeLoren: I believe that's all I have to say today for I have a golf vacation planned for this splendid weekend out with my girls – excuse me. Though, I'd like to leave on this final note...

The scene jump cuts to Felipe DeLoren strolling down the hallway backstage winking and greeting several APW superstars along the way – most of them unsure as to how they are to react.

Felipe DeLoren: The Sindicate is about the APW as much as the Sindicate is about the Sindicate! Anything you demand we provide the supply. Referees – your personal non biased color commentators – bodyguards – maids and tour staff we can provide them all to you at the highest quality guaranteed. Hell, Kia and Violet LeWinter can even do your taxes!

FOR PRICES SEE www.THESINDICATE.APW

Felipe DeLoren: Signing out from the top of the world, I'll be seeing you down there soon. Long live the Sindicate!

The video package ends with a shot of Felipe DeLoren drinking champagne with the LeWinter sisters in celebration as the scene fades.

[President Jeff]

#SIMPLY F'N PUT!

A recorded voice comes over the loud speaker and "Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple blasts over the PA. Johnny Rebel comes out in a gold robe shimmering in the lights. "SIMPLY PUT" is written in silver on the back. His blonde goatee is neatly trimmed and blonde hair is freshly cut; his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is schedule for one fall. Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 234 lbs., Johnny Rebel!

#IT'S TIME TO PRAY THE PRICE!

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

''Give it all'' by Rise Against blasts the PA system as Level-One comes marching out to a chorus of boos.

Paige:: And his partner, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, Weighing in at 262 pounds, Level-One!

He wastes little time and quickly charges down to the ring slipping under the bottom rope and demanding the referee to get the hell on it with clearly ready for the task at hand 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: And their opponents, from Denton, Texas, Slade Craven and Shadow, the A.K.A!

Slade extends his hand the fire dissipates and the fans cheer wildly. They begin walking down to the ring to the roar of the fans both sliding 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. 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.

Harvey: Wait! What is that?

Slade has changed shirts from earlier. He takes the microphone from Paige and begins to say.

Slade: Slade says this Level One. You can run your mouth and flap your gums all day long, but you better get things “straight,” like “The Main Man.” You were so close on the shirt but you got the ass wrong.

The camera zooms to show Slade and Shadow both licking Lexi Belle’s ass on the T shirt now. But the picture of them is also different. They are giving thumbs up! A roaring cheer is heard as Slade smirks.

Slade: Now, I don’t know what kind of sick pervert gets off designing T shirts like that, AND wants to sodomize a grown man, but I guess it explains why your girlfriend and ki-

*BAM!*
DING, DING, DING!

Tag Team Match

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Johnny Rebel and Level One Versus The A.K.A.

Level One nails Slade with a right hand as Johnny Rebel lunges at Shadow. The four men trade blows in the center of the ring as Level One and Rebel try to fight Slade and Shadow back to the ropes.

Chase: Look at them go!

Harvey: The referee needs to restore order and we’re only…8 seconds into the bell!

Slade and Shadow each block right hands from their opponents, grab them and spin them to the ropes nailing them both a few more times before shooting them off. As Level One and Rebel charge back, they leap and the AKA catch them into a double simultaneous hip toss! Level One pops up and Craven hits him with a clothesline over the top rope to the entryway. Johnny Rebel rolls back to his feet in the corner only to be hit with a big splash from Shadow! Before he can fall though, Shadow grabs Rebel by the back of the head, points to the stage, gets a running start with Rebel in hand and launches him over the top rope onto Level One as the fans are on their feet.

Harvey: The AKA standing tall! Listen to this crowd.

Chase: I don’t hear anything.

Craven and Shadow pace around the ring while the referee motions for Shadow to vacate. Level One slowly crawls around the side of the ring on the outside shaking the cobwebs out of his head. Rebel is pulling himself up by the apron. As Shadow get on the apron to appease the ref, Craven gets a running start and nails Johnny Rebel with a baseball slide! The fans pop as Rebel drops back to the ground after that shot. However, inside the ring as Slade gets up, Level One nails Slade from behind with a forearm smash. Level One does not let Slade get up, he begins to drive the boots into Slade’s back and shoulder.

Chase: Look at him, he remembers Slade’s shoulder.

Harvey: Slade said it was healed.

Chase: After tonight it won’t be.

Level One grab’s Slade by the ankle and drags him to the center of the ring and proceeds to drive down quick elbows into Slade’s shoulder. As this happens Rebel finally makes his way to the stand by position while Shadow tries to rally his team mate. Level One pulls up Slade and hurls him into the corner, following it up with a big clothesline. Level One tags in Rebel the turn and talk to the ref while pointing at Shadow. The ref turns to see Shadow darting into the ring as Rebel begins to choke Slade over the ropes while Craven is in the corner. While Shadow tries to tell the ref what is happening, Rebel spins Slade then guillotines him on the top rope while dropping to the floor. Level One pulls off Slade’s shirt and begisnt o choke him with it for a moment before rolling out as Shadow exits the ring again shaking his head in anger. Rebel slides under the bottom rope back into the ring before the referee sees anything.

Chase: Rebel is smart, its why Level One handpicked him.

Harvey: They are nothing more than bullies. School yard bullies.

Chase: Well then guess what Slade is.

Shadow tries to call for Slade but “The Main Man” is too far. Rebel stalks Slade as he starts to pull himself up only to be kicked in the ribs hard, sending him rolling. Craven rolls to the corner as Rebel walks over and begins to stomp Slade, keeping him on the mat. Putting his foot in Slade’s throat as he uses the ropes for leverage, he chokes Slade making the ref count to four before he releases the hold. He pulls Slade up and points to Level One then gives Slade a hard snap suplex to the center of the ring. As Rebel gets ready to bounce off the ropes to hit a move, Level One tags himself in. Rebel looks a little surprised as Level One says something to him.

Harvey: What was that?

Chase: He said ‘He wanted some.’

Level One see Slade trying to crawl to the corner to tag Shadow but right before he does Level one grabs Slade’s foot and pulls him to the middle of the right again, then leaps over him doing a sit down elbow drop to Craven’s shoulder. A smile on his face as he looks at Shadow before standing and pulling Slade up and lifting him into a stalling suplex. While holding Slade in the air Level One points at Rebel. Then he drives Slade to the mat. He goes for the cover…

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Harvey: You can’t beat Slade Craven that easily.

Chase: Who are you kidding?

As Level One goes to pull Slade up again, Craven grabs him and drops to his ass hitting a split-legged jawbreaker! The fans begin the scream as Slade tries to crawl to the corner. Suddenly Rebel is in the ring! The refs stops Rebel in his tracks as Slade makes the tag! Shadow comes in and the ref turns stopping him too!

Harvey: Come on! He made the tag!

Chase: Ref didn’t see it.

Rebel grabs Craven and pulls him back across the ring as he and Level One begin to mercilessly stomp Slade on the mat. Craven tries to extend his arm and Rebel grabs it and then drives his knee down on it. Shadow continues to argue with the ref as the two both roll Slade on his back, grab an arm and leg a piece and lift him up then both drive him back down with elbows. Rebel then claps his hands loudly in the air just before the ref turns around and Shadow exits the ring. The ref turns asking if a tag was made as Level One gets out of the ring. They nod and smile as Rebel goes for the cover...

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Harvey: That was a close one.

Shadow is seething with anger wanting to get in the ring as Rebel taunts him while Slade lies in the corner. Then Rebel turns and taunts the crowd as Slade tries to pull himself up. Rebel turns and walks back to Slade. He picks up Slade and puts him on his shoulders then he lifts Slade up higher before turning dropping Slade on his shoulder and hitting a hard powerslam. He gets up and looks at Level One. Level One calls for a tag as Rebel slaps his hand. Then Level One gets in, pulls Slade up and hits him with the double under-hook backbreaker! Craven lays center of the ring. Level One goes for the cover...

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Shadow breaks up the three count. The ref grabs Shadow and points for him to get back on the apron as uses the opportunity to drag Slade back to the Sindicate’s corner.

Harvey: Slade HAS to make something happen here.

Chase: Slade can’t make anything happen.

Level One pulls Slade up and shoves him into the corner and puts his foot in Slade’s throat. Again the ref has to count as Level One breaks the hold at four. Rebel tags himself in now. Level One gives him a look as Rebel puts his foot in Slade’s throat. The ref makes another count! Rebel breaks the hold and no sooner Level One is back to choking Slade this time with his bare hands! Shadow is screaming for Slade to wake up. Another count to four! Level One finally gets on the apron but Johnny Rebel is now trying to choke the life out of “The Main Man!” Another four count! Rebel laughs as Slade drops in the corner. He looks like he is about to pass out. Rebel picks up Slade and points one more time at Level One before grabbing Slade and hulking him up into a hard gutwrench powerbomb. Craven lays motionless in the center of the ring as Shadow is trying to rally the fans. They call for Slade. Johnny Rebel just mocks them all. Level One motions for a tag and his partner slaps his hand as Slade doesn’t move. Level One gets in the ring and walks across the ring to Shadow with a laugh. He taunts the mammoth of a man while Slade begins to crawl toward them both.

Harvey: Slade needs to make a tag.

Chase: He needs to just give up.

Level One turns and spots this kicking Slade in the head. But Craven doesn’t stay down! Craven continues to crawl! Level One grabs his leg and pulls Slade back to the center of the ring. Craven tries to pull himself up as Level One continues to drag Slade to the other team’s corner. Then Level One hooks his leg into a dragon screw! But Craven rolls with it! Level One still holds Slade’s foot and tries another, but Slade spins through it too barely able to keep his balance they are almost to the Sindicate’s corner! Level One motions for a third but Slade jumps!

Harvey: What an enziguri! I think he knocked out Level One!

Level One stands there dazed for a moment after Craven’s foot connects with his head then falls on his face both men are down. Level One is just out of Rebel’s reach for a sneak tag. Slade slowly crawls from the opposite corner.

Chase: He can’t crawl that far!

Harvey: Listen to this crowd!

Shadow is anxious, he is fighting the urge to rip the corner apart as he reaches for Slade’s hand. Craven crawls as Level One rolls over. Rebel slaps Level One on the back as from halfway across the ring, Slade leaps and tags Shadow. The fans come alive as Rebel stops dead in his tracks in the middle of the ring as Shadow charges. Shadow doesn’t stop. He mows down Johnny Rebel with a clothes line, then a second. Level One is up. He hit Shadow with a right. Rebel is back up and both men beat Shadow back to the rops and shoot him off, but Shadow comes back with a running clothesline taking both men down!

Harvey: Shadow is just a one man wrecking machine!

Rebel is back up quickly and leaps at Shadow again who side steps and flies into the corner. Slade starts to pull himself up on the apron. Level One now runs at Shadow again! But the Big man catches him with a huge spinebuster! Rebel comes in and Shadow turns and drives him to the mat with one as well. Shadow get up and see Slade holding out his hand while holding the back of his head with another. Shadow tags in his partner and exits the ring as the fans scream again. Craven leaps to the top rope ignoring his head and jumps and hits the downed Johnny Rebel with a big frog splash! He goes for the cover…

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Harvey: Fly- No counter!

Rebel shoves Slade forward making him bounce into the ropes, as Slade stumbles back Rebel rolls him up, hooking the tights as Slade’s shoulders are down!


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Chase: YES! They did it!

Rebel’s music begins as Shadow irish whips Level One into the guard rail. He slides into the ring fast making Rebel duck out before the ref can raise his hand. As Shadow tends to his fallen comrade Level One pulls himself up and joins Johnny Rebel on the entry way. With evil thievish grins they smile as the music plays and they back up the ramp and we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

The scene opens backstage where C.J. Gates can be seen walking through the backstage area, heading toward the ring for the main event. As he does, he spots Kurt Noble exiting his locker room and speeds up slightly to catch Kurt before he walks away.

Gates: Hey Kurt, I just wanted to-

Noble: Now's not the time, C.J.

Gates: I just wanted to make sure that we're good, that we're on the same page-

Noble: I said now's not the time.

Noble turns to face Gates and the share a momentary glare before Noble shakes his head.

Noble: Sorry, I've just got a lot going on right now, I've had a lot of people trying to fill my head with things, and with our match on deck, I've sort of been elsewhere.

Gates: Funny, I was going to say the same thing. I had a nice little visit from Biggs earlier, and I guess I just wanted to prove to myself that he was full of-

Noble: Shit? I thought the same thing when he visited me.

Gates: So he did talk to you.

Noble nods as the two begin to walk toward the entrance way.

Gates: Was he trying to spread lies to you too? He got this crazy idea that you wanted to bash my skull in with the Undisputed title.

Noble: It was a momentary lapse in thought, that's about all it was, and I guess he blew it out of proportion.

Gates stops and Noble turns around.

Noble: Oh, don't act like your a saint, he told me how you were going to pay me back by stealing my title from me and holding it hostage. Just one of the many things he had to say about you.

Gates: I never-

Gates cuts himself off and shakes his head.

Gates: They're trying to drive a wedge between us, you realize that, right?

Noble: They're trying to throw us off our game.

Gates: Everyone wants this to be about more than respect, or more than proving who's best. They want us to battle it out because we hate each other, because we both need that Undisputed title.

Noble: They're trying to cash in on our little fights. Especially Biggs, because if his boys can get a win over us, that will launch them into a whole different tag bracket. Beating the current and former Undisputed champions will put those Studmuffins on the map.

Gates: Exactly.

Silence falls between the two of them.

Gates: So we're good right? No one's getting beaned with the title? We're going to work as a team out there?

Noble: That's what I'm planning to do.

Gates: Then lets go.

Gates walks past Noble, patting him on the shoulder, and walking down the hall. Noble turns and watches Gates walk, glancing slightly at the APW Undisputed title resting on his shoulder before looking back at his partner. Noble shakes his head slightly and begins to follow as the scene cuts back to ringside.


Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is your Overdrive Main Event!

LMFAO's “Sexy and I Know” it begins to play as the lights flash alternately between yellow and pink. The Studmuffins make their entrance to thunderous cheers from the crowd, with the APW Tag Team Championship Belts clasped around their waists, and their manager, Biggs, following behind them. They dance down the aisle way, slapping hands with the fans as they head towards the ring.

Paige: Making their way to the ring first, accompanied by Biggs, weighing in at a combined weight of 503 pounds, from Miami, Florida, the team of “Sr. Guapo” Armando Asante and “Stunning” Stan Everdeen, they are the APW Tag Team Champions, The Studmuffins!

Harvey: You can tell that the Studmuffins are fired up about the opportunity they get here tonight! They get to face the current and former APW Undisputed Champion, and it's in the Main Event!

Chase: Well you can bet the Studs aren't just happy to be here, they are coming in looking to win, especially considering that they have Biggs in their corner. He has a history with one of their opponents here tonight, C.J. Gates!

The Studmuffins reach the ring, and pump their fists while thrusting their hips, drawing loud cheers from the female fans in the audience. They throw their fedoras and feather boas into the crowd, and remove their tag team titles as the lights come back to normal.

Paige: And their opponents, first, weighing in at 215 pounds, from Fargo, North Dakota, C.J. Gates!

Harvey: C.J. is in an interesting position here tonight, teaming up with the man he faces for the APW Undisputed Title at Mayhem in one month!

Chase: Both C.J. and Kurt claim that they'll be able to get along for the duration of this match, but I don't see that happening!

“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.

The lights in the arena shut off, as the opening rhythm to "I Will Not Bow" blasts through the speakers. After a few moments, out steps Kurt Noble, with the APW Undisputed Championship Belt around his waist, 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 partner, weighing in at 235 pounds, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, he is the APW Unddisputed Champions, Kurt Noble!

Harvey: Just listen to the reaction Kurt Noble is receiving here tonight! It'll be interesting to see how the fans react to this match, as all four competitors are amongst the most beloved in all of APW!

Chase: Yeah, but the Studmuffins have one of the most hated men in their corner, so that might tip the scales in favor of Kurt and C.J.!

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. Before the ref can call for the bell, Stan and Sr. Guapo extend their hands out for handshakes, and Kurt & C.J. oblige, shaking their hands heartily, while Biggs looks from the outside in disgust. Kurt and Sr. Guapo make their ways to their respective corners, and the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Kurt Noble & C.J. Gates vs. The Studmuffins

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Harvey: Remember folks, this is a non-title match.

Stan and C.J. circle around the ring a bit, with C.J. looking intently at the bigger man, waiting for him to strike. Stan shoots in and grabs a hold of C.J.'s leg, wrestling him down to the mat with a Single Leg Takedown, but before Stan can really follow up on it, C.J. wriggles out and rolls backwards back up to his feet, and runs in, nailing Stan in the face with a hard Front Foot Dropkick that can be heard in the cheap seats! He mounts Stan and gives him a few quick punches to the face before getting back up and running towards the ropes. As he does so, Stan begins to make his way back up, and on his way back, C.J. jumps up and catches Stan with a Headscissors Takedown! Stan rolls to his corner and tags in Sr. Guapo!

Chase: Looks like C.J.'s quick offense got Stan off balance a bit, so he's tagging in Sr. Guapo, who's the quicker of the two Studmuffins.

Harvey: That's one of the big advantages the Studmuffins have in this match, that they know each others strengths and weaknesses like the back of their own hands, so they've probably been able to map out game plans for several scenarios. And considering who they're fighting tonight, they're going to need them.

C.J. and Sr. Guapo tie up in the center of the ring, and Asante gets the advantage, twisting C.J.'s arm into an Armwrench before snapping it across his own shoulder with an Armbreaker! C.J. holds his arm in pain, while Sr. Guapo reaches over and whips him towards the ropes, taking him down on the rebound with a deep Japanese Armdrag! C.J. is back up, only to get another Japanese Armdrag! This time, Sr. Guapo is quick to apply a kneeling Armbar, and he works C.J.'s arm while Kurt Noble yells out encouragement for his partner from the corner! At this point of the match, the fans are still undecided, although there are scattared attempts at getting chants started up for C.J. or the Studs. Armando is smart enough to know that he's not going to put C.J. away this early in the match, so he relents on the armbar, and begins to pull C.J. back up to his feet by the arm, wrenching it as he does so, but C.J. counters with a sharp kick to the midsection, followed up with a Chinbreaker that causes Armando to pop up as he falls backwards to the mat! This coutner gives C.J. the chance he needs to make his way to the corner to tag in Kurt Noble! The fans cheer as the Noble One pulls Sr. Guapo up by the head and gives him a few punches to the kisser before shooting him to the ropes and catching him with a Back Body Drop! Armando arches his back in pain as Noble reaches down to pull him back up and toss him with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! Noble goes for a couple of stomps with his good leg before grabbing a hold fo Sr. Guapo's legs and applying a Cross Legged STF! “Stunning” Stan is in quick to break the hold, but so is C.J., who takes him down with a Hurricanrana after he stomps Kurt in the back of the head.

Chase: I don't think Sr. Guapo would have tapped this early, but Stan had no choice to come in and break it up.

Harvey: Kurt and C.J. have been in control of this match for a bit now.

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Chase: The Studmuffins are targeting Kurt's left arm, which he injured at RassleMania! That's a great strategy!

Harvey: You won't hear Kurt complaining about it one bit, though! He's a fighter, and he will continue to fight through the pain!

Stan lifts Kurt up across his shoulders in position for a Samoan Drop, and walks over to his corner, telling Armando to tag himself in while he keeps Kurt on his shoulders. Sr. Guapo enters the ring and runs to the ropes, catching Kurt with a Neckbreaker as Stan falls down with the Samoan Drop, nailing the Pick-Up Line! Sr. Guapo goes for the cover, while Stan runs to cut C.J. off, 1
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Kick out from Kurt Noble!

Chase: The Studs almost had the Undisputed Champ there!

Biggs slams the apron in frustration from the outside, while Stan and C.J. make their way back to their respective corners. Sr. Guapo stays on Kurt, pulling him up by the head and backing him up into the nuetral corner before whipping him hard into the opposite corner! Kurt crashes sternum first, and Armando climbs up to the top in flash, blowing a kiss to a female fan before leaping off with a Sexy Time Splash! However, Kurt gets his knees up, and Sr. Guapo crashes hard into them!

Harvey: That counter just saved the match for Kurt Noble!

Armando holds his chest in pain as he presses the side of his face to the mat and kicks his feet. Noble is trying to turn over to all fours so he can try and crawl to his corner, with C.J. and Stan clapping for their respective partners, trying to will them on! The fans are mostly behind Noble and Gates, but there are arrdant supporters of the Studs cheering them on. Both men slowly make their ways to their corners, and Kurt makes it to his corner just a split second before Armando, and both of them make the tag!

Harvey: Here come's C.J.!

C.J. comes in like a house of fire, and he takes Stan down with a Running Dropkick to the face! Sr. Guapo is in to get a Dropkick of his own, and C.J. turns back to Stan, pulling him up and nailing him with some well placed shots between the eyes! He whips Stan towards the ropes, but Stan reverses it! C.J. ducks the attempted Clothesline and jumps off the ropes to take Stan down with a Springboard Crossbody! He has Stan pinned, 1
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Stan launches C.J. off of him! C.J. is undettered, though, as he just slides out onto the arpon and grabs a hold of the top rope, sling shotting himself up for a Springboard Bulldog! He keeps the pace going, popping right back up for a Guillotine Leg Drop across the back of Stan's head, before turning him over onto his back for another pinfall attempt, 1
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Kick out from Stan!

Harvey: C.J. Gates is starting to get on a roll here!

Chase: The Studmuffins need to find a way to slow him down if they hope to win this match!

Stan is a bit dizzy as he makes his way to his feet, and C.J. sees this, giving him a kick to the gut before grabbing a hold of his head and running up the ropes to go for a Tornado DDT! However, Stan just tosses C.J. off before he can take him down for the DDT, and he stumbles towards his corner, tagging Sr. Guapo in! As C.J. gets to his feet, Sr. Guapo is right in there with a Running Knee Lift to the midsection that sends C.J. flipping over and to the mat! Sr. Guapo then pulls him up and whips him into the corner with such force that C.J. hits it and falls to a seated position! Sr. Guapo is quick to run in with a Facewash in the Corner! C.J. is dazed as Sr. Guapo pulls him out of the corner by the boots, and he hooks both legs as he goes for the cover, 1
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Kurt Noble just barely makes the save! Stan is right in there, though, to begin brawling with the Undisputed Champion!

Harvey: Uh-oh! This match is breaking down!

All four men are in the ring, with Kurt and Stan trading blows in a standing position, while Armando and C.J. duke it out on the mat! The ref is trying to get Kurt and Stan out of the ring, and while his attention is turned away, Biggs begins to get make his way onto the apron with a sly look on his face!

Harvey: Don't tell me Biggs is going to stick his nose in this!

Chase: You've known Biggs for how long, and you still have to ask that question!?

By this point, C.J. and Sr. Gaupo are to their feet, and C.J. gives Sr. Guapo a hard shove that inadvertantly sends him crashing into the Biggs on the apron, launching the manager off the apron and drilling him face first into the announce table! Sr. Guapo looks outside with a stunned look on his face, but C.J. doesn't give him any time to react, turning him around, giving him a quick kick to the gut, and delivering the Stamp of Approval Double Arm DDT! The ref turns around after getting Kurt Noble and Stan Everdeen out of the ring, and C.J. goes for the pin, 1
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3! DING! DING! DING!

Winners: Kurt Noble & C.J. Gates[/center]

Paige: Here are your winners, by pinfall, the team of C.J. Gates and the APW Undisputed Champion, Kurt Noble!

Harvey: A big win for Kurt Noble here tonight, but I can't help but feel that C.J. won't be happy with the blind tag Kurt made!

Chase: I got the impression during this match-up that C.J. and Kurt, while they wrestled together, they really weren't wrestling as a team so much as two guys fighting a common enemy. Now that they don't have to work together anymore, let's see if they show their true colors!

C.J. steps into the ring, and just looks at Kurt with a slightly perturbed look on his face. Noble walks over to CJ and gets in his face!

Harvey: Kurt is not happy about how CJ is mean mugging him!

Chase: Biggs has got to kicking himself that he got these two morons against one another!

Noble’s face has turned red as he begins to yell at Gates, who yells right back him! However, Noble is soon handed the Undisputed Title, and he looks at it…before looking back at CJ! CJ glances at it too, and Noble sees this…so he pushes CJ to the ground!

Harvey: Noble’s made contact! He really believes Biggs that CJ wanted to take the belt!

Chase: We don’t know that he didn’t!

Noble stares at his downed friend, who looks hurt as he stares up at Noble. Noble’s eyes then instantly show remorse, and he dashes out of the ring with his title in hand, shaking his head angrily!

Harvey: I don’t know what’s going through Kurt’s head right now. Some days he looks like CJ’s best friend, other days he looks like he wants to bash him in the skull! I don’t know how much longer these two can stay on the same level!

Chase: Well, once Kurt knocks CJ off HIS level, I guess we’ll know!

Harvey: It’s been an explosive Overdrive, and I’m sure next week will be just as telling! Goodnight ladies and gentlemen!

Overdrive fades out as Gates watches Noble exit the stage.