APW Presents: 2020 WAYS TO DIE 01/27/20

Jessica Kaine: The following contest is a STRAP MATCH! To win you must touch all four turnbuckles in succession… Your referee for this match is… SPARTAN!

Remi: Whoa! Spartan is a special referee tonight.

The arena blacks out and the opening guitar riffs of “Destroyer” by Parkway Drive begins to echo over the ambient noise of the excited crowd, as the drum beats kick into effect the the lights flash with each beat. As Winston McCall screams “Destroyer”, the lights in the arena flash back on with full effect.



Spartan walks out onto the ramp. He is dressed in black shorts, referee singlet, backwards cap, black kicks. He stands on the stage and embraces the noise of the crowd before he starts making his way down the ramp to the ring.

But our hearts beat faster, and our heads hang low
Still we kneel for the masters
Filthy pigs all in a row

Black the sun
Hide us from what we have become
Black the sun
Hide us from the monsters we’ve become

Spartan reaches the ring and jumps onto the apron in a single vault.

Destroy
Destroy
Destroy
Destroy

Spartan, strap in hand, springboards himself over the top rope and into the middle of the ring.

Jessica Kaine: Coming to the ring first… fighting out of parts unknown… weighing in at an incredible four hundred pounds… he is ULTIMATE DESTROYER!!

Air Raid Sirens blast over the speakers and Ultimate Destroyer stalks his way to the ring. As Ultimate Destroyer makes his way to the ring in a wild rage, Spartan brings a chair into the ring and sets up in the corner. Destroyer hits the ring and starts bouncing off the ropes wildly before stopping and grabbing one rope and shaking it wildly.

Jessica Kaine: His opponent… hailing from somewhere near Tony Stark… weighing in at two hundred and ninety-nine pounds… he is Barry “Delu-i-tron” Bonhomie!!

“Ninja” by Europe blasts over the PA System and Barry runs to the ring. He slaps hands with fans on the way to the ring before cautiously making his way into the ring avoiding Ultimate Destroyer.

Clearwater: Spartan is bringing the men together and explaining the rules.

Remi: Yes, he is attaching to the men with that strap.

Clearwater: Four turnbuckles must be touched in succession to win this match.

Remi: Spartan calls for the bell

Ultimate Destroyer rips Bonhomie into him and FLATTENS HIM with a clothesline. Spartan moves around the wrestlers and picks up the chair he brought into the ring earlier. UD grabs Bonhomie and lifts him into the air with a two handed choke.

Remi: OH MY GOD!

Clearwater: NO! SPARTAN JUST CRACKED ULTIMATE DESTROYER IN THE BACK WITH A CHAIR!!

Remi: BRO!

Ultimate Destroyer turns around and stares at Spartan. Spartan swings the chair and smashes Destroyer in the face. UD staggers and Spartan hits him again. UD staggers backwards and Spartan hits him again, dropping UD to one knee. Spartan hits Destroyer AGAIN! And Destroyer finally falls to the mat.

Clearwater: What has come over Spartan?

Remi: Bro, I don’t know, but I like it.

Spartan picks Ultimate Destroyer up, and with Barry Bonhomie attached by the strap somehow gets UD on his shoulders.

Clearwater: REVOLUTIONIZER!

Remi: How, Bro?

Spartan grabs Bonhomie and lifts him up and sends him down with a REVOLUTIONIZER! Spartans looks down at the carnage and calls for a microphone.

Spartan: Sometimes we have to do things that we don’t like in order to achieve the things in this world that we want more than anything. As the saying goes… every man has his price. Unfortunately, I found out what my price was. Getting my children back was price enough to do this.

Barry Bonhomie starts crawling near Spartan and Spartan curb stomps him down into the mat.

Spartan: The world has changed. The game has changed. This is a new era in Alpha Pro Wrestling. All I can say is I will do what I have to do. And I feel sorry for anyone that gets in my way.

Spartan throws the microphone out of the ring. He grabs Delux-i-Tron again and picks him onto his shoulders. He looks to the entrance way and see Irina Ivanova watching him and clapping. He puts Barry down again with ANOTHER REVOLUTIONIZER!! Irina walks backstage and leaves UD and Barry in the ring and walks out of the arena space.

Remi: I like this new Spartan, bro!

Clearwater: Is he working for Irina?

Remi: I certainly hope so.

Spartan stands steadfast against chorus of boos, stoic and resolute as trash rains down, falling just short of the ring. In all the chaos, Ultimate Destroyer somehow finds his way to his feet; realizes the bell has yet to ring to signal the end of the match. With all his considerably strength, he lifts up Delux-I-Tron by the strap and drags the deadweight toward the first ringpost... and touches it! The mood of the crowd starts to shift. Destroyer moves toward the second post, steadier on his feet now, and touches that one, too! The crowd pops! Picking up steam, Destroyer hits the third ringpost, and then the fourth in quick succession, and the fans go nuts!

Clearwater: He's done it! In spite of every obstacle thrown in his way, Ultimate Destroyer has successfully touched all four corners!

With an expression of mingled annoyance and respect, Spartan signals for the bell.

Flop vs Jason Ryan

Jessica Kaine: The following match is a Bodybag Match! The object of this match is to place your opponent into a bodybag and close it. Coming to the first, hailing from Helena, Montana… weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds… he is the scourge of professional wrestling…making his Alpha Pro Wrestling debut... He is… Jason Ryan!!

“We Are” by Hollywood Undead begins to play over the speakers set up around the makeshift stadium built specifically for this event. The arena lighting goes dark, leaving only the natural luminescence of the Death Valley evening. A single spotlight illuminates the wrestler’s entrance way and Jason Ryan walks into view and solitary light focuses on Ryan as he makes his way down the ramp to way to the ring.

Clearwater: Jason Ryan is only new to Alpha Pro, but he is already making enemies on social media.

Remi: I like this guy, bro.

Clearwater: You would.

As Ryan continues to get closer to the ring, he is surrounded by a rising fog. The haunting imagery of Ryan progressing through the fog as he slowly makes his way up the ring steps and into the ring, Ryan emerges from the fog and the main lights flash brightly back on Jason Ryan standing in the middle of the ring - he slowly removes his entrance attire and sits cross legged in the middle of the ring.

Jessica Kaine: And his opponent… hailing from the Long and Lonely Highway… weighing in at one hundred and sixty one pounds… he is Flop!

The lights drop out leaving the area in total blackness. The opening chords of “Telling Ghosts” by Puscifer begin into echo into the night, as the opening lyrics begin to dance with drums into the evening red lights begin to circle the entrance way before focusing a single red light on the entrance way. Four masked are standing there - each holding the corner of a body bag.

Remi: Most strange shit from the resident freak of Alpha Pro.

Clearwater: This is to be expected from Flop.

The masked man walk to the ring as “Telling Ghosts” continue to play, carrying the body bag to the ring. The song begins to fade out as the quartet of masked men reach the ring. The lights come back on and the body bag is stood up, they peel the bag open and Flop comes out of the body bag. The masked men peel away through the crowd as Flop enters the ring.

Jasmine Silk in the ring with the wrestlers. She goes over the rules with Ryan and Flop. Flop tries to get her to pat him down and Jason Ryan is nonchalant. She orders them to their respective corners and orders the bell rung.

Flop charges at Jason Ryan and swings a wild clothesline, which he ducks underneath. Flop stops on a dime and turns around. Ryan levels Flop with a brutal clothesline of his own. The scourge of professional wrestling flaunts his early dominance.

Remi: This guy will dominate APW if he sticks around, Mike, trust me, bro.

Clearwater: He has hit one move in one match. Let’s see what develops first, shall we.

Remi: I will be right, mark my word, bro.

Ryan stomps on the fingers of Flop while he lays on the mat. Jason picks Flop up off the mat and throws him into the ring and follows him and drives a back elbow RIGHT into the bridge of his nose. Flop FLIES backwards over the top rope and into the ringside area. Ryan looks around and then vaults himself over the top rope with slingshot splash onto Flop, just as Flop is getting to a standing position. Both men crash to the ground.

Remi: Told you, bro, Jason Ryan is THE next big thing here in A.P.W!

Clearwater: Ok.

Ryan grabs Flops and throws him head first into the barricades. He picks him up and tosses him HARD into the ring steps. Ryan stalks after Flop and grabs him by the hair and smashes his face against the ring apron. AND AGAIN AND AGAIN! He drops Flop to the ground and climbs up onto the apron. He jumps off lands on Flop’s chest with a HUGE double stomp.

Remi: Ryan is dominant here, bro.

Clearwater: Early momentum here, Remi. Things can change.

Jason Ryan flaunts his dominance to the crowd, as he walks around Flop - who is a pile of human wreckage on the ground in the ringside area. He comes back to Flop and goes to pick him and LOW BLOW!!! The below the belt shot doubles Ryan over and Flop uses Ryan to pull himself to his own feet and BANG! He drops Ryan down into the ground with a DDT onto the ringside area.

Clearwater: Told you, Remi. Don’t count your chickens.

Remi: Where are the chickens, bro?

Clearwater: Don’t worry.

Flop stalks around the ring to find the body bag he came to the ring in and drags it over to Jason Ryan. Flop bends over Ryan who was just playing possum and DRILLS Flop with an uppercut that ROCKS Flop backwards. Jason Ryan follows up Flop and grabs around the waist, lifts him up and drops him down HARD across the barricade. The air can be heard audibly leaving Flop’s lungs from the impact. Flop collapses into the ringside area. Ryan finds the top half of the ring steps he shattered with Flop’s head earlier. He picks up the steps and smashes them on Flop’s back. Ryan grabs Flop and drags him to the body bag, but Flop starts struggling and breaks free of The Scourge’s grip, Ryan turns around and Flop spits in his eye. Ryan wipes the phlegm from his face and Flop seizes the momentum and kicks Ryan in the guts. Flop grabs Ryan in a headlock, but Ryan counters by getting a hand between Flop’s legs, He lifts Flop UP and TAKES him OVER with a POWERSLAM into the ground.

Remi: Told you, bro, told you.

Clearwater: Yeh, yeh.

Ryan climbs to the top rope and jumps off and absolutely NAILS a 450 splash onto Flop on the outside. Ryan pauses to gather the air back into his lungs after such a DEVASTATING IMPACT of the move. Ryan gets back to his feet and walks away from Flop. Flop slowly pulls himself up until he is seated against the ring apron. He runs at Flop and DRIVES A KNEE RIGHT THROUGH HIS FACE!!!

Clearwater: OH!

Remi: BRO!

Flop collapses in a pile. His face is covered in blood.

Remi: That knee!!

Clearwater: OH! It looks like Flop has a broken nose.

Ryan grabs Flop and starts stuffing him to the body bag.

Remi: Flop is in the bag, bro

Clearwater: Jason Ryan just has to close it.

Remi: Eye poke. Flop has just poked Ryan in the eye and he quickly pulls himself out of the bag.

Ryan re-asserts his dominance, and with a kick to the bloodied face of Flop as he is getting to his feet. Ryan comes at Flop again. Ryan hits a POWERFUL butterfly lung blower on Flop.

Remi: OH SHIT, BRO!

Clearwater: FLOP JUST GOT TERMINATED!!

Ryan grabs Flop and the bag again. He stuffs Flop inside the bag.

Remi: WHAT THE HELL, BRO!

Clearwater: I don’t know, Remi but the lights have gone out and in the darkness of the night I can’t see what's happening.

Suddenly the lights in the arena go a brilliant red. In the middle of the ring is a closed body bag and a one hundred percent incapacitated Flop is laying on the canvas next to it. On the titantron is flying a Russian Flag and the national anthem of Russia is playing in the arena.

Remi: What happened, bro?

Clearwater: I don’t know but Jason Ryan is gone.

Jessica Silk checks the body bag and Jason Ryan is inside.

Clearwater: NO! JASON RYAN IS INSIDE THE BODY BAG.

Remi: WHAT THE HELL!

Clearwater: That means Flop wins

Remi: JASON RYAN DOMINATED!!

Jessica Kaine: Your winner… Flop!

Remi: WHAT THE HELL! WHO TOOK OUT JASON RYAN!!

Clearwater: Have you seen his twitter, Remi. It could be anyone.

Ladder Match

Cecelia Ortiz vs Alex Scott

Jessica Kaine: The following contest is for the ALPHA. PRO. WRESTLING. JUNIOR. HEAVYWEIGHT. CHAMPIONSHIP! Coming to the ring first, the challenger... weighing in at one hundred and two pounds... she is CECILIA ORTIZ!!

"Show and Tell" by Melanie Martinez plays over the arena and Cecilia Ortiz makes her way to ring. As she enters the ring she points to the belt hanging above the ring.

Jessica Kaine: Her opponent... coming to the ring from Anaheim, California... he is the current Junior Heavyweight Champion... He is The Answer.. He is Alex Scott.

"Fight Like the Devil" begins, and there is a brief murmuring of fans. As the song picks up, Alex Scott parts the curtain, a look of focus and minor indifference on his face. He shows very little emotion, walking to the ring in his hooded sweatshirt, tights and boots. He hits the ring, uses the ropes the stretch, and then sits on the top turnbuckle, mentally preparing himself to wrestle. 

Remi: Scott looking to retain again. Cecilia looking to take the title.

Clearwater: The ring crew have around laid ladders out around the ringside area.

Scott runs at Ortiz but she ducks under a wild clothesline attempt and slides out of the ring and immediately grabs a ladder and slides it under the bottom rope. Just as she gets the ladder in the ring, Scott grabs her from behind and bulldogs her into the ground outside the ring. Scott quickly gets back into the ring and sets the ladder.

Remi: Champ looking to end this quickly, bro!

Clearwater: Scott is climbing the ladder.

Remi: Cecilia back in the ring.

Ortiz dropkicks Scott off the ladder. Scott hits the canvas and the ladder falls on top of him. Ortiz kicks the ladder off the champ and picks him up and bodyslams him on top of the ladder. Ortiz drops a quick elbow by The Answer moves out of the way and Ortiz hits steel. Scott picks her up and slams her back down on the ladder. Scott drops an elbow and CONNECTS! He pushes her off the steel and stands the ladder up over her body.

Remi: Scott showing why he is champ. He is climbing.

Clearwater: Ortiz looks up knocks the ladder.

Scott falls and catches his throat on the top rope. Ortiz stands the ladder up. She starts to climb herself. Scott regathers his senses and see Ortiz halfway up the ladder. He SPEARS the ladder and ladder comes crashing down on the ropes.

Remi: WHOA! BRO! Look at Ortiz!

Clearwater: Ortiz is hanging by the strap

Remi: Her grip... SHE FALLS!

Ortiz falls right on to the shoulders of Alex Scott. POWERBOMB RIGHT ONTO THE LADDER AS IT LAYS AGAINST THE ROPES!! Scott grabs the twisted steel and stands it up. Scott climbs up.

Clearwater: Scott is Climbing!

Remi: HE IS ON THE SECOND RUNG, BRO!

Scott keeps climbs as Ortiz starts to stir. Scott climbs again, he looks back and see Ortiz moving on the far side of the ladder to him. She crawls to the bottom rung and starts pulling herself up. Scott keeps climbing and reaches for the belts but the clip is out of reach and Ortiz is still climbing. Scott is at the top. He is under doing the clip that is holding the belts up

Remi: SCOTT IS GOING TO RETAIN BRO!

Clearwater: He has the hanging loop undone. He just needs to get the belt off the ring.

Remi: OH BRO!

Clearwater: ORTIZ JUST HIT SCOTT WITH A LOW BLOW AS HE HAD HIS HAND ON THE BELT. THE BELT IS STILL HANGING!

Ortiz shoves Scott off the ladder but as he falls he grabs her in a side headlock.

Remi: BRO, HE JUST CAUGHT HER WITH A FALLING DDT AS HER WAS GOING BACKWARDS

Clearwater: BOTH ARE DOWN!

Remi: AND LOOK AT THE BELT ITS SLIPPING OUT THE RING!

Scott first to his feet, but Ortiz is not far behind him.

Clearwater: THE BELT IT'S FALLEN TO THE MAT!!

Scott looks at Ortiz. Ortiz looks at Scott

Remi: BRO!

Clearwater: SCOTT WENT FOR THE BELT BUT ORTIZ NAILED HIM WITH CECILIAS WORD!!!

Ortiz picks the belt off the mat.

Remi: NEW CHAMP!! BRO!! NEW CHAMP!!

Jessica Kaine: Your winner AND NEW JUNIOR HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION - CECILIA ORTIZ!!

Clearwater: Cecilia Ortiz has proved herself a cunning opportunist with that win

Remi: Bro! WHAT A MATCH!

The Architects vs WarSaw Pact vs Blade & Hixx

We cut back from the stage to the ring, where all six wrestlers are ready to go. Blade and Hixx are in their corner, hastily conferring. Bundy and Warbird play to the crowd, while the Architects are simply focused on their opponents.

It’s chaos right away as all six wrestlers clash in the middle of the ring! Hixx and Blade try to bring down the giant that is Buzzsaw Bundy, leaving Warbird to the mercy of Damon Warrens and Lex Collins. Collins and Warrens go to work on Warbird, trading punches and kicks while the veteran is forced to cover up. Warbird edges out of their reach, finally escapes, and goes straight for the corner, climbing up a turnbuckle. Warrens is after him and grabs Warbird in a waistlock, looking for a superplex, but Warbird somehow reverses and brings them both crashing down on Lex Collins!

Meanwhile, Bundy picks up Blade by the throat and just tosses him across the ring! Hixx doesn’t give up, kicking and punching at the big man. Bundy pulls her in for a bear hug! And here comes John Blade again! Bundy CAN’T SEE HIM because Hixx has all his attention! Spear from Blade! Bundy drops Hixx and whirls around -- right into a superkick from Blade! Blade and Hixx both hit the ropes and springboard off, but Buzzsaw catches them with a MASSIVE double clothesline!

While Warrens and Warbird brawl, Collins turns his attention to the enormous Buzzsaw. Collins with a running knee, but Bundy just swats him out of midair. Bundy grabs Collins and lifts him up onto his shoulder for a stalling suplex.

1… 2… 3… 4… the second tick by, the crowd counting along. Blade and Hixx are starting to stir, and Warbird seems to have gotten the upper hand over Warrens! At the 20 second mark, Buzzsaw suplexes Collins into the mat! Warbird spikes Warrens down with a DDT! WarSaw Pact trade high fives and go after Blade and Hixx. Warbird grabs Hixx by the hair and plants her with a full nelson slam. He goes for a cover while his partner keeps Blade at bay.

One!

Two!!

THR-- NO!

Collins breaks up the pin! Now it’s Collins and Warbird trading blows, while Latoya Hixx climbs back to her feet. She sees her partner in trouble with Bundy and goes to help, but gets sidelined by Warrens instead! Warrens locks in a sleeper hold. Bundy just manhandles John Blade, lifting him up and putting him down with a powerslam that shakes the whole ring! Bundy turns to aid Warbird, just as Warbird nails a DDT on Collins. ‘Bird and Bundy advance on Warrens, who shoves a semi-conscious Hixx at the pair and hits the ropes! Springboard knee to Bundy! Popup stunner to Warbird! Warrens turns to Bundy again, but John Blade gets in his way and warrens eats a huge right! Bundy knocks Blade down with a forearm, and goes for the pin on Warrens!

One!

Two!!

Warrens kicks out! He gets back to his feet and goes right after Bundy, unleashing a flurry of forearms on the big man. Warbird moves in, but gets caught by Collins! Blade and Hixx climb back to their feet and wade into the fray! It’s a madhouse in the ring once again as these three teams try to establish dominance ahead of March’s big tag tournament!

Warbird and Collins form a brief teamup to drop Hixx, while Bundy and Warrens put Blade down, then turn on each other! Warbird drops Collins with a swinging neckbreaker! Warrens finally topples the big mountain of a man with a springboard dropkick that sends Bundy into the ropes. Buzzsaw gets caught up in the ropes, and Warrens takes full advantage with a running knee! Warbird intervenes and gets nailed with a pele kick!

Hixx charges in and Warrens intercepts her and hits Justifiable Homicide! He covers!

One!

Warbird back to his feet!

Two!!

Warbird trying to break up the pin, but Collins catches him with a backspin DDT! Bundy is still trying to free himself from the ropes!

THREE!!!

The Architects pick up the win!

Lightning pearls to a midnight blue sky, wherein the cameras focus on the outdoors setup and Thunderdome mob hooting in near proximity. From it screeches the opening cord of “We Are” by Aldious brings out Tsukiko in a mysterious pose that gets a decent pop from the Alpha faithful.

Jessica Kaine: This contest is a steel cage match! First, from Kyoto, Japan… weighing 54 kilograms… Kirameku Kitsune... Tsukiko!

She cuts through an oncoming blast of desert sand in route to the already open cage doors.

St. Remi: It’s good to have the fox back. An Alpha original in her own right.

Clearwater: We’ve missed her brand of violence for some time. And she’s here to make amends in at 2020—

St. Remi: That’s right, and you can see that old fire in her eyes. She’s back Mikey boy!

Fans settle for a moment as the Alphatron pulses momentarily from the harsh elements. “Pepe Lopez” hits the PA and the camera cuts to the backstage area where Salvatore, with his head down towards the ground and a towel drapped over his neck, is making his way towards gorilla. The rearview camera follows along as he bursts through the curtain and onto the stage, continuing his march to the ring with a cigar held up to his mouth. He reaches the ringside area in the falling light of the massive stadium LEDs illuminating their desert playground. Sal gets a little too close to barrier, where a woman in a mobility scooter—doing her best impression of the Baron from Dune—grabs a cheesy paw and snatches his towel. He whips around only fast enough to see it as another casualty of WTD’s helter-skelter.

Clearwater: He’s not getting that back… nor should he even consider it, Remi. These fans have been out of control all night!

St. Remi: Bro, I think that Hutt just tried to kidnap Salvatore Marino.

Clearwater: The hills do indeed have eyes here tonight, and they’re hungry for more bloodshed.

Marino settles into a corner while Tsukiko has already claimed her half of the ring. An official presents the padlock before the world to see before latching it into place, shutting both competitors inside those steel confines. The ruckus builds when Tsukiko tries to go for a moonlight knee before the bell.

Clearwater: Whoa! She tried for the gusto before the bell!

St. Remi: Get him foxy lady!

Marino barely met kneepad to his forehead, which caused him to stumble towards the ropes. Tsukiko gave chase only to meet his larger, sturdier frame in the form of a body block. She eats the entire brunt by flipping over herself on impact.

St. Remi: I’m no physicist, but she’ll need more than that to take Big Sal off his feet. And he’s wants another body blow!

Clearwater: She ducked it! Off the ropes—dragonrana! What a counter from the shimmering fox!

St. Remi: And Sally will have to regroup after that one. I think his noggin hit the canvas pretty good too.

She tries to follow with an crescent kick from a distance, but Salvatore overpower her into a pinning belly-to-belly. He drives her hard enough for a momentary lapse in judgment, forgetting that he needs to escape the cage. He cannot even get that far because Tsukiko has grapevine’d around his knee. Sal stumbles at first before dragging her smaller body with him into a Hogan-like leg drop. Somehow, the fox slips away in time, leaving him to hammer his tailbone to the mat.

Clearwater: Ooh… that will sting tomorrow.

St. Remi: Tomorrow? He’ll be limping like he’s lost a corncob the rest of the way through, Mikey!

Clearwater: Tsukiko incoming!

St. Remi: Axe kick! She almost took Sal’s head off!

Fans erupt as she makes the first attempt to climb the fencing. Each step seems heavier than her first, draining the fox only halfway up her lengthy climb. Big Sal stirs again and rocks himself from the floor. He then leaps in an attempt to rattle her off the cage. Tsukiko proves a strong yet able climber, unwilling to give up her three-pointed support some ten-fifteen feet above the ring.

Clearwater: Can she hold on?

St. Remi: Salvatore is shaking the tree for the fruit up top. She’s coming loose!

Clearwater: Down she goes—holy—

St. Remi: How did she manipulate the forces that be? That was ridiculous!

Seconds after have her grip shook free from the cage, Tsukiko hammered Marino on the top of his head with a modified front flip kick. He flew onto his ass again; however, the drop spiked Tsukiko so hard that she remains unmoving on the canvas. “Holy Shit” chants erupt from the desert crazies all around them.

Clearwater: What a dangerous move! She sacrificed life and limb for that.

St. Remi: And guess what, it didn’t pay off at all. Too bad for the fox, but she might’ve just eliminated herself.

Clearwater: Sal is shaking out the cobwebs. He has a chance to win this now… but can he make that climb?

St. Remi: There’s your ten K question.

Marino pushes himself a couple steps up the metal fencing before pain shoots up his spine, limiting him to only a couple steps per rest. Fans cheer in suspense albeit that motionless lump of fighter in Tsukiko across the ring from him. His next rest leaves Sal in a dire place upon the sight of his opponent finding a second wind to stand roll onto her side.

Clearwater: What’s he thinking?

St. Remi: I don’t know, but this can’t be good for Tsukiko. Not like this!

Clearwater: Garlic butter! He just led dropped her off the rung of the cage! Why risk it all like that?

St. Remi: He’s tired of waiting to win… Big Sal is going to end this for good.

The impact has both of them floored on the canvas, except for Salvatore having the strength to crawl on his side towards the ropes. He uses them to get his footing, only to turn around and see his opponent moaning as if she might regain composure soon.

St. Remi: She’s not out at all. He might have missed the killing blow after all.

Clearwater: Sal is going to climb. He wants out there in the worst way. Hey! Where’d she come from?

St. Remi: Tsukiko just hopped on his shoulders! She’s riding him down to the floor!

Tsukiko modifies her moon breaker knee into a fame-asser style of driver. Then, for good measure, she hits the ropes sluggishly and nails a diving knee to Salvatore’s neck region.

Clearwater: Tsukibureekaa! The scripts have flipped and these fans love it!

St. Remi: Does she have anything left to climb? These two have battered each other senseless… I don’t see how. Oh hey, she’s going for the door.

Clearwater: But the official isn’t allowed to open it. How’s she going to escape that way?

Tsukiko grabs the lock and tries to pull the lock open. An official on the other side resists, but to no avail as she continues fighting for enough room to wedge through the doorway. Only that she doesn’t see Salvatore regaining himself a few paces away. Fans chant his name enough that even Tsukiko has time to see him rushing in her direction.

St. Remi: Look out Fox!

Clearwater: Borough to Borough!

St. Remi: Oh damn! He just speared Tsukiko straight through the fence!

Clearwater: They’re both outside! But who reached the floor first!

St. Remi: Don’t tell me we’re going to need the monitors… wait, did we remember that tech?

Clearwater: I’m getting word the match is going to restart because they cannot decide a winner from that collision.

They fight with random strikes back and forth, completely ignoring the refs telling them to go back into the ring. A shit show ensues as neither wants to be the first into the ring. Fans get restless as order slowly but surely returns with now two officials acting as makeshift barriers for anyone trying to exit through the destroyed door. Tsukiko and Salvatore line up looking gassed.

Clearwater: How much more punishment can these two endure? They’ve taken each other’s best shots… and more. What else can they do?

St. Remi: Speed is out. Power may be too. It’s all down to who can get a final blow.

Clearwater: I don’t know, Remi. This could come down to less than that.

Tsukiko pulls her hair back before giving this bone-chilling war cry. Salvatore clicks his mits together, telling her to shut and bring it. They collide with fists, elbows, kicks and even knee strikes. Sal does his best to keep her killer knee at bay, but it leaves him on the defensive.

St. Remi: Salvatore’s body is going to get him here. Look, he’s running on fumes.

Clearwater: But one good crack from those angry hams could drop Tsukiko for the count.

St. Remi: What count? It’s escape only, doofus.

A shuffle kick sends Marino towards the broken door. He has a moment of rage wherein he takes that door from both officials outside before swinging it at Tsukiko. She evades that errant swing by sliding under his cowboy wide steps. Now behind, she tries for some variety of hurricanrana, but Big Sal shrug her off his back. He answers with a huge swipe of that fence gateway.

Clearwater: Oh god! That was horrendous! She might be down for good!

St. Remi: Salvatore’s running for the open doorway!

Clearwater: Where did she find the strength? A match-saving drop toehold! And Big Sal just had his chin racked on the ropes!

St. Remi: She’s climbing over his rotund frame! Tsukiko seeing daylight!

Salvatore gator rolls to prevent her from escaping. After pancaking her into a burrito, he tries to steady himself. It seems, however, his efforts to stifle the fox have him stumbling dumb and drunk about the ring too. Both struggle for the nearest ropes. Fans split allegiances unto dueling camps.

Clearwater: Pandemonium on an epic scale! Who has the stuff to finish this off and walk out a winner!

St. Remi: They’re both rushing for that opening again!

Salvatore does his best to pull the smaller Tsukiko back from the turnbuckle, but she gets a little spring off the ropes to blindside him with a sudden knee under his bearded chin. She then gets into a crouching stance before inflicting a full-on leaping knee to drop Salvatore for good!

Clearwater: Oh no! Intercepted!

St. Remi: Borough! to! Borough! He just snapped our Japanese goddess in half!

Clearwater: What a sickening impact on that spear-buster! He’s going for the exit!

St. Remi: No! Not him!

Sal burst through the ropes like Usain Bolt at the finish line, only with more sweat glistening off his fuzzy, bearlike face. When he reaches the dessert floor, both officials raise his arms high.

Jessica Kaine: Your winner… Salvatore Ma-riiiiiiiiiii-nooooooo!

He then makes a cowboy exit into the sunset with a wide, John Wayne swagger out of frame, fans applauding him in various ways until he disappears to the backstage area.

First Blood

Lucy Sixx vs Zombie McMorris

Jessica Kaine: The following contest is a First Blood Match... to win... your opponent must BLEEEEEEEEEEEEED! It is for THE. ALPHA. PRO. WRESTLING. NORTH. AMERICAN. CHAMPIONSHIP! Coming to the ring first is the challenger... fighting out of Los Angeles California... weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds... she is "FULL METAL" LUCY SIXX!!!

The lights in the arena go out as "Love Bites" begins blaring throughout the arena. Lucy Sixx steps out from behind the curtain. She stops at the top of the ramp to head bang a bit before walking briskly to the ring. She slides in and awaits her opponent.

Jessica Kaine: Her opponent... fighting out of the Big Easy... weighing in at two hundred pounds... HE. IS. THE. ALPHA. PRO. WRESTLING. NORTH. AMERICAN. CHAMPION. HE. IS. THE. IMMORTAL. AMERICAN. ZOMBIE. MCMORRIS!!!

"American Darkness" hits the PA system as ZMAC runs out onto the stage with high intensity, pulling the crowd in and hyping them up.  He runs to the ring, sliding in and takes to the top rope as the fans tell it like it is.

Remi: KILL! ZMAC! KILL!

Clearwater: A rather watered down start to the match as we get a collar and elbow tie up to start the match.

Sixx slips the tie up and grabs a side headlock on the Honey Badger and takes him to the mat with a takeover throw. She holds the headlock on and wrenches on move to squeeze tighter. ZMac reaches up and grabs Sixx by the hair and pulls it back HARD so that Sixx breaks the hold. ZMac rolls over and starts punching Sixx VIOLENTLY in the face. Lucy is doing her best to cover up but she can't hold up to the ONSLAUGHT!! She rolls out of the ring to avoid ZMac. The Coked up Madman looks out of the ring at the FULL METAL MADWOMAN. ZMac runs back and then FLIES over the top rope and NAILS SIXX with a cross body splash.

Remi: It's a bird. It's a plane. It's a ZMAC!

Clearwater: Z Mac laying the boots into the ribs of Lucy Sixx.

Z Mac turns around and looks under the ring apron. He starts pulling weapons out from under the ring. A baseball bat. A garbage can, a chair, a table. He turns back around to grabs Sixx, but LOW BLOW. Lucy Sixx drills ZMac in the dick. She grabs the bat and slams it down across his back. She wraps her arm around his head and BANG! DDT! into the steel chair that the Honey Badger dragged out from under the ring.

Remi: Lucy Sixx working hard, bro! Gonna take more than that to stop the IMMORTAL AMERICAN, bro!

Clearwater: Lucy picks ZMac up but he grabs her leg gets her up onto his shoulders as he comes up! OH MY!

ZMac launches Lucy off his shoulders and she lands backfirst on the edge of the apron. ZMac grabs the garbage can and puts it over the top of the prone Lucy Sixx.

Remi: BATTER UP!

ZMac grabs the baseball bat and slams it VICIOUSLY INTO THE SIDE OF THE CAN! The clang of the impact echoes into the night air. ZMac drops a leg onto Lucy Sixx is still laid out in the garbage can. ZMac turns around and starts getting the table up on the outside of the ring.

Clearwater: ZMac is busy with that table. But Lucy Sixx has got out of the can and is on her feet.

Remi: TURN! ZMAC! TURN!

Zombie McMorris turns around straight around into a belly-to-belly suplex from Lucy Sixx. Sixx pulls herself up onto the apron. He goes to jump onto ZMac who was quickly to his feet. She jumps and he catches her!! ZMac drives her backfirst into the barricades and Sixx slumps to the floor. ZMac backs up and looks to hit Lucy Sixx with a running boot to the face, but Sixx moves and kicks the barricade. Sixx flicks his leg out and Zmac crashes to the ground.

Remi: ZMac is violent, bro!

Clearwater: But Lucy Sixx is willing to play his game.

Sixx grabs to her feet and smashes ZMacs face into the guardrail. AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN.

Remi: What is that bro?

Clearwater: It's Z-Mac laughing!

Sixx drags him up, but Z-Mac punches her in the face. He punches her again. Lucy Sixx staggers backwards and falls onto the table McMorris set up earlier. Z-Mac climbs up with her.

Clearwater: OH!

Remi: WORLD TOUR '69!

Z-Mac just drove Sixx through the table with a BRUTAL DOUBLE ARM DDT!! Z-Mac see's Lucy Sixx in the wreckage, He turns and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He jumps off the top rope and MISSES AN ELBOW DROP!!

Clearwater: Sixx rolls out of the way of the HIGH RISK MOVE by Z-Mac

Remi: BRO!

Lucy Sixx moves and catches her breath. Z-Mac is catching his breath. Both get to their feet.

Remi: BRO!

Clearwater: Z-Mac has impaled himself on a broken splinter of wood from that broken table. But it's not bleeding... yet!

Lucy Sixx can see the piece of would stocking out of the side of Z-Mac. He looks at it and shrugs, Zombie surges forward after Sixx and she goes to kick him in the ribs where he has been impaled. He catches her leg.

Clearwater: Sixx 6 Six!

Remi: BRO!

Sixx nearly takes Z-Mac's head of with a DEVASTATING enzugiri. Z-Mac hits the ground. Sixx rips the piece of wood out of Z-Mac's side.

Clearwater: IT'S BLEEDING!

Remi: BRO!

Clearwater: After removing the piece of wood from Z-Mac his wound has started bleeding, That's the end of the match.

Jessica Kaine: Your winner and NEW APW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION... LUCY SIXX!!

APW World Heavyweight Championship

Falls Count Anywhere

Frank Patrick Venable vs Smith Jones

Remi: It’s finally time for our main event!

The AlphaTron flickers to life, running a video package that shows Smith Jones in action, recalling his early matches with APW, the journey from solid midcard worker to superstar sensation; showing again the bitter rivalry with Dean Wolf that ended in a devastating loss; and each time, Smith Jones rising like a phoenix from the ashes. Interspersed among these scenes are echoes of Frank Venable’s star-studded past; stunning victories and crushing defeats, as he, too, rises again and again from each crippling setback. Two men, each filled with equal determination to seize the top prize; each uniquely equipped to do so in his own way; two men with nothing to lose, and everything to gain...

Jessica Kaine: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL, contested under Falls Count Anywhere rules, and is for the Alpha Pro Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship. First to the ring… at five foot eleven inches, weighing in at two-hundred pounds; hailing from Atlanta, Georgia…

The lights dim to a blood red, as glitchy electronic noises fill the arena. Many suspect that "Ghosts n' Stuff" is about to play...until instead they get a snippet of multiple songs. First "You Know My Name," then "Mountain Song," "Ghosts 'n Stuff, "The Scott Pilgrim Anthem," "Professional Griefers "and finally "True North." This snippets play seemingly at random until all sound stops, and the lights go off completely, until three words pop up on the titantron, in big white letters.

"FRANK PATRICK VENABLE"

The crowd explodes in applause as "Keep This Up" hits the P.A and Frank Patrick Venable finally makes his entrance, dressed in a dark red hoodie and wrestling tights, ready for a fight. He runs down to the ring at an almost inhuman speed, sliding into the ring from underneath the bottom rope. He panders to the always appreciative crowd before removing his hoodie and entering his corner, waiting for the bell.

Jessica Kaine: Frank Patrick Venable! And his opponent…

"Architects" by Rise Against rocks the speakers as all of the lights in the arena blast to full white. The lights start to slowly fade to darkness as every spotlight in the joint floods the entranceway with bright white light. Smith Jones comes out onto the stage dressed in a shiny white robe with sparkly silver trim. Jones stops at the top of the ramp and looks out across the crowd as many of them chant "I'm right here! I'm right here! I'm right here!"

Jessica Kaine: Coming down the aisle... representing The Architects... from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... weighing in at two hundred twenty-nine pounds... there is only one... SMITH JONES!!!

Smith strides confidently down to ringside. He mounts the steel ring steps and wipes his feet respectfully on the ring apron before parting the ropes and taking centre. He raises his right fist in the air and looks up at it. Smith opens his hand and spreads his fingers out wide as he lets go of everything outside the ring and focuses on the fight before him. Jones removes his robe and hands it to ringside before stretching up for the match. Smith sports that signature stone scowl that says everything is not going to be okay for his opponent.

Clearwater: FPV and Smith Jones staring each other down as the official lays out the rules. You can feel the intensity in the air here tonight!

Remi: That is an understatement, bro! Smith Jones looks like he’s ready to murder a fool, and Frank looks as focused as he’s ever been! This match is gonna be fire!

For one long moment, as the sound of the bell fades away on the night air, each competitor continues to hold his opponent’s gaze. The fans are captivated, spellbound, holding their collective breath as they wait to see who will make the first move.

Clearwater: Smith Jones explodes with a massive European uppercut that rocks Frank back! This match is officially underway!

Remi: Frank answers back with an elbow smash! Goes for that jumping front kick, but Smith has it scouted!

Jones moves out of the way; Frank misses and recovers, landing lightly on his feet, but Smith is already behind him. Frank turns around -- and gets a face full of Smith’s boot!

Clearwater: Jones taking an early dominant role here tonight and he is making his words felt! He views Frank as an invader, looking to take Smith’s rightful place in a company he’s been loyal to since the beginning!

Remi: Dude’s got a point, bro!

Jones pulls a dazed Frank in close! Frank tries to fight free, but Jones is putting the full 29 pounds of weight advantage to good use as he muscles Frank up and drops him to the canvas with a T-Bone Suplex! A quick cover!

One!

Clearwater: Kickout at one. Jones is going to have to wear Frank down a lot more than that!

Jones hauls Franky to his feet and wraps him up for a classic belly-to-belly -- but Venable elbows his way out of the hold! Frank to the ropes and rebounds with a big running clothesline!

Remi: FUS ROH DUH! But Jones is still standing! Snap kick to the gut!

Now it’s Smitty’s turn to come running in with a big dropkick! The momentum sends Frank into the ropes hard enough to spill him to the outside. Smith pursues him, slipping out to the apron, where he’s ready to drop on Venable, but Frank gets shakily to his feet!

Clearwater: This match has moved outside the ring and FPV back to a vertical base!

Smith leaps down to join Frank at ringside, still on the attack. Frank intercepts him with an over-the-shoulder arm drag that sends Jones to the mats.

Remi: Jones down, but not for long. Venable pulling him up… and applying that three-quarter Nelson. He’s going for a suplex -- DENIED! Jones reverses and now he’s got Frank set up for a fisherman’s suplex!

Clearwater: Fisherman’s suplex to the ringside mats, and these fans are going nuts! Jones with another cover.

One!

Two!!

Remi: Frank kicks out again!

Venable gets back to his feet and launches himself at Smith Jones; Jones grabs the wrist and sends Frank crashing into the crowd barrier! Jones grabs Frank and sets him up for a fallaway slam, but Venable gets loose and delivers a powerful forearm to Jones! Frank scoops him up for an inverted DDT!

Clearwater: Now it’s Venable in control here tonight! With the World Title on the line, he’s every bit as motivated as the former champ! FPV with the cover!

One!

Two!!

Remi: Jones with the shoulder up! And Franky remains in control as he pulls Jones to his feet! Irish whip to the ring apron! Jones staggers toward him -- right into a FRANKYSTEINER! Another cover!

One!

Two!!

Clearwater: We could have a new champion right now!

THR--NO!

Remi: Powerful kickout by the former champ! Jones back to a vertical base, and he just plows into Frank! They spill over the crowd barrier and into the fans!

Chaos breaks out as the two men brawl, each vying for dominance, with the sea of fans parting as their shared momentum carries them through the crowd like an undertow. Rights and lefts are thrown with dizzying speed and unerring precision. An elbow from Jones rocks Frank back, making some distance between them. Frank returns fire with a jumping knee that pushes Jones beyond the periphery of the audience.

Clearwater: Can we get a camera over there?

As the fight continues into the makeshift backstage area, corridors formed by neat rows of equipment and staff trailers. Smith Jones regains the upper hand as he slams Frank up against one of the trailers. Frank Venable shoves back, sending Jones into the one behind them. Jones comes at him again. Frank tries to counter, but Smith nails him with a gutwrench suplex onto the hard-packed desert floor! Overhead, a drone camera takes in the view, broadcasting it back to the AlphaTron.

Remi: Dude, that was sick! We got eyes again, and Smith Jones just dominated Frank with that gutwrench!

Clearwater: He’s not done yet! Smith Jones is set on making a point here tonight!

Remi: Fuck yeah, bro! Smith Jones is defending the honor of APW! And he’s sending the message loud and clear -- if you’re not APW, you ain’t shit!

Clearwater: I think it’s subtler than that, but -- WHOA!

Remi: I think you mean O! CANADIAN DESTROYER! Here’s the cover!

One!

Two!!

But somehow, some way, Venable gets the shoulder up! Frustrated, but not unduly, Jones helps Frank back up and sets him up for a snap suplex -- but Venable escapes and drops down behind Jones!

Clearwater: HOW DID HE DO THAT? Frank Venable with a brainbuster to Smith Jones! THIS HAS GOT TO BE OVER! Frank with the cover!

One!

Two!!

Remi: NO WAY BRO! Kickout at two! Smith Jones is inhuman!

Clearwater: Frank maintains control and changes tactics, locking in a cobra clutch!

Smith struggles. There are no ropes here, no way to force Venable to break his hold. He reaches for the tire of a massive tractor-trailer parked nearby, but Frank just wrenches on harder. Even so, Smith’s greater size means he could free himself any moment. Realizing this, Venable transitions to a cobra clutch bulldog -- just as Jones breaks free! Instead of being driven to the dirt, Smitty staggers away from Frank, who reaches out to one of the big trailers to keep his footing. Once again, they stare each other down, like two old west gunfighters.

Remi: Here we go!

Frank charges at Smith, looking to hit that big clothesline again. Smith stops him with a boot that turns Venable around on the spot. Smitty grabs Frank from behind…

Clearwater: We know what’s coming!

Jones leaps up with a backstabber, his knee making contact with the back of FPV’s neck!

Remi: POINT OF CONTROVERSY! And the cover!

One!

Two!!

THREE!!!

Clearwater: AMAZING effort from Frank Venable, but Smith Jones has reclaimed his WORLD TITLE to become APW’s first two-time World Champion!

Jessica Kaine: The winner of this match… and your NEW APW World Champion -- SMITH JONES!!!

The crowd goes apeshit as “Architects” by Rise Against fills the night air; as Lex Collins and Damon Warrens come out from the back to help their comrade back to the ring, where the official puts the gleaming golden World Title into Jones’ outstretched hands. He immediately thrusts it overhead, drawing an even bigger pop from the fans. From just beyond, surrounded by fans trying to reassure him, Frank Venable watches in silence. He catches Smitty’s eye, gives him a nod of respect, and allows the crowd to swallow him up.

Remi: That was one HELL of a main event to cap off one of our BEST SHOWS EVER! The first pay-per-view of 2020 and we’re poised to get even bigger! How are we going to top this? Keep watching, and find out!

Clearwater: But for tonight, we’re out of time! Special thanks to musical guests Stvore, our staff and roster, and all our fans here and watching at home! Join us next week, for another edition of Monday Night Metal!

Fade to the APW logo against a black screen.