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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S02/E09 03/16/20 Mar 16, 2020 20:54:44 GMT -5

Post by BonnieBlue on Mar 16, 2020 20:54:44 GMT -5

March 16th, 2020

Live From: Nassau Coliseum, Uniondale, New York

Seating capacity: 12,400

Exclusive to NETFLIX

Tonight’s crowd at the Nassau Coliseum is absolutely packed, thousands in attendance trying to ignore the harsh realities of the outside world. Every single person is on their feet, waving as the camera pans around the arena, cheering, singing along with Motorhead. No pandemic is going to keep these Alpha Pro Wrestling fans from witnessing this spectacle. Let the apocalypse come; wrestling is forever.

Remi: ALPHA FANS! Welcome to MONDAY NIGHT METAL!

Clearwater: And thank you for joining us! By special arrangement, Irina Ivanova has secured the agreement of the great state of New York to allow this show to continue with a capacity crowd, as originally intended! Plus, all proceeds from tonight’s ticket sales will be donated to COVID-19 relief efforts nationwide!

Remi: You risked everything to be here tonight, and we love you for that, dudes! But how could you miss out? We’ve got the second round of the APW Tag Title Invitational going down right here, tonight! The Enforcers attend a Red Wedding, but who’s walking out the survivor? Cowgirls From Hell face off against the Uncanny X-Men, but will that Fastball Special be enough to thwart the continuing dominance of Meghan Kelser and Maxine Riggs?

Clearwater: APW’s very own Pomp & Circumstance take on the fan-favorite Architects, but do Smith Jones and Damon Warrens have the blueprints for victory? And will Action Wrestling’s Man Made Gods finally force the men of Bad Boy Energy to their knees? Who’s moving on to the semi-final round of the Tag Tournament? Which pair will decide what defines tag team wrestling in Alpha Pro?

Remi: Not to mention the singles action we’ve got coming your way! Soul Reaver makes his debut against Blue Trunks! Newcomer Johnny Stylez will face resident bad boy and Bloodline figurehead Jason Ryan! Plus Alex Scott is back in the ring, going toe-to-toe with Aaron Osmosis!

Clearwater: Can Monday Night Metal get any more thrilling than that? Stay tuned to find out, after this word from our sponsors!

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S02/E09 03/16/20 Mar 16, 2020 20:57:10 GMT -5

Post by BonnieBlue on Mar 16, 2020 20:57:10 GMT -5

Soul Reaver vs Blue Trunks

Remi: You know me, always an optimist. Right?

Clearwater: Um, sure.

Remi: Well I am optimistically guessing that this match will last ten seconds.

Clearwater: That long? Wow.

Remi: I said I was being optimistic.

Jessica Kaine: The following match is scheduled for one fall… Introducing first… From Wheeling, West Virginia. BLUE TRUNKS!!!!

“Godzilla” by Blue Oyster Cult hits the speakers and boos begin to fill the arena as the monster known as Soul Reaver appears for the first time. Reaver begins making his way down to the ring. He stops nearly halfway to the ring. There is movement behind him and we see his Bloodline brothers Jason Ryan and Aaron Blaze walk out into the arena. This draws even more boos from the crowd. The three men seem unphased by the crowd’s reaction.

Jessica Kaine: And his opponent...From Parts Unknown… he is SOUL REAVER!!!!”

Remi: Soul Reaver debuted last week in what was a vicious attack on Eli Beazley. He gets his first match tonight against Blue Trunks.

Clearwater: I hope ol’ Blue Trunks has his last will and testament all figured out.

The Bloodline are in the ring with Blue Trunks. Despite his best efforts, there is a tinge of fear on his face as he stares across the ring at Soul Reaver. Before the match can begin Jason Ryan has a mic and is waiting to speak but the fans are voicing their displeasure.

Jason Ryan: Your boos don’t bother us. We are everything you’re not. We’re rich. We’re famous. We’re powerful. Women actually WANT to sleep with us. So boo all you want… But we’re here with an offer. Blue Trunks, our war with APW doesn’t involve you. We have made our demands known. You’re not a part of this. So why suffer? Soul Reaver is going to destroy you. Everyone in this disgusting arena knows that. So here… I have five hundred dollars cash and an Uber waiting to take you to the closest strip club. All you have to do is leave now.

Ryan holds out the cash to Blue Trunks. Blue Trucks doesn’t immediately do anything. Blue Trunks looks to the crowd but they aren’t any help as they are watching in horror that he didn’t take the offer immediately. He nods and then shoves the cash back towards Ryan and shakes his head. The crowd collectively gasps

Remi: I don’t believe it. Blue Trunks is insane.

Aaron Blaze makes his way over to Blue Trunks and tries to convince him to take the money but he refuses and shoes Aaron away as well. Ryan and Blaze shrug their shoulders and climb out of the ring. We get the bell and the match has started. Soul Reaver doesn’t move. Blue Trunks rushes forward and throws a punch, another punch and another. The big man seems to be unaffected by the punches. Blue Trunks take a few steps back and then lunges forward and tries to hit Reaver with a shoulder block. This does nothing Blue Trunks goes for another shoulder block but this time he runs right into Soul Reaver’s outstretched arm. Soul Reaver lifts him up and connects with a huge chokeslam.

Remi: Ten seconds was a pretty close guess.

Clearwater: I don’t think Soul Reaver is done yet.

Soul Reaver peels Blue Trunks off of the mat. Hand around the neck again and another chokeslam. Reaver lifts him up and hits him with a third chokeslam. Reaver stands above Blue Trunks and puts his boot on his chest. We get a three count and Reaver wins the match but Blue Trunks doesn’t appear to be out of the woods yet. Reaver picks him up off the ground and lifts him into the air with a Gorilla Press. Reaver drops Blue Trunks to the ground and then repeats this several times. Blue Trucks is completely helpless to do anything against the big man.

Remi: Someone has to do something!

Clearwater: I don’t think she is going to be able to do much.

Clearwater alluded to it. Ms. Blue Bottoms the daughter of Blue Trunks is rushing down to the ring. She slides in and immediately puts herself between Soul Reaver and Blue Trunks’ lifeless body. She pleads with the big man to stop. Like Hyenas circling Simba, Jason Ryan and Aaron Blaze enter the ring. Ryan and Blaze force Blue Bottoms aside. Reaver pulls Blue Trunks to his feet. Reaver gets Blue Trunks in position for another gorilla press slam. This time Jason Ryan is pointing to the fans and motioning for Reaver to throw towards the barricade and the fans. Reaver lifts him up into the air and walks towards the side of the ring.

Clearwater: He’s going to kill him.

Remi: He might already be dead!

Before Reaver can toss Blue Trunks the crowd erupts in cheers and the camera pans to show us Eli Beazley running towards the ring with a baseball bat in hand. He hits the ring and immediately Ryan and Blaze wisely roll out. Reaver drops Blue Trucks to the mat and turns to see Beazley with a baseball bat in the ready position.

Remi: Clearly Beazley wants a little payback from last week.

Clearwater: I’m not sure a baseball bat is enough to take down Soul Reaver. You might need a tranquilizer gun!

Beazley and Reaver stare each other down and then Reaver simply turns and leaves the ring to join Ryan and Blaze on the ramp. The Bloodline and Beazley exchange some words as we the segment comes to a close.

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S02/E09 03/16/20 Mar 16, 2020 20:58:20 GMT -5

Post by BonnieBlue on Mar 16, 2020 20:58:20 GMT -5

Architects Segment

We see Smith Jones leading Lex Collins and Damon Warrens through the backstage area. Jones is dressed in his shiny white robe with sparkly silver trim, hanging open so we can clearly see the Alpha World Championship belt locked safely around his waist over his all white ring gear. Lex is wearing a Brutal Apparel hoodie and he has the APW North American Title slung over his shoulder. Damon wears a New Era T-shirt and carries a kendo stick, smacking it against walls and objects as they all walk together.

Smith Jones: It’s obvious that Warrens and I are going to be fighting for the World Tag Team Titles in the Tournament Final at Battlecade AND fighting for the APW World Title on the same night!! All with the added pressure of wanting to support our North American Champion. It only stands to reason that Reenie would move the Tournament Final to the following Metal. If she isn’t in the mood for reason, we will have to find ways to… convince her of our perspective.

Lex Collins: I’ve got a feeling she’s not gonna be the most amenable to that, y’know?

Smitty: I’m sure that’s true, Collins. I’m just having a hard time figuring out how to care what she wants! She knows by now that we are APW.

Damon: She wants the world to bow to her power. We represent a barrier to that goal. She doesn't yet see our vision and that it's for the betterment of all..

Jones steps right up and pounds on the door of the General Manager.

Smitty: She will see.

Much to the surprise of The Architects the Cowgirls From Hell answer the door to the General Manager.

Meghan: Hey boys, how’s your night going?

Smitty: What the hell are you doing here?

Maxine: We could ask you the same thing Smithers! You three aren’t even booked! But to answer your silly question we have a match and a loser to bury. So.... What are you doing here?

Damon: That’s none of your business.

The Cowgirls smirk and look back at the APW General Manager.

Meghan: Thanks again for signing off on my special surprise tonight.

Maxine: And don’t forget that offer we made! It’s guaranteed fresh minus the MSG!

Irina: My pleasure ladies, good luck tonight.

Smitty and Meghan lock eyes as the respective figure heads of their teams as the Cowgirls walk off scene leaving The Architects slightly confused and definitely irritated.

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S02/E09 03/16/20 Mar 16, 2020 20:59:41 GMT -5

Post by BonnieBlue on Mar 16, 2020 20:59:41 GMT -5

Tag Title Tournament Block B, Round 2

The Enforcers vs Red Wedding

The venue is plunged into a deep crimson neverland as Red Riot and Danica Kane appear as imposing silhouettes on stage, each wearing a bridal veil as...

"KILLING IN THE NAME OF!"

The frantic beats of "Killing in the Name" cuts loose as the lights raise. Riot and Kane throw their red veils into the audience as they march with a purpose down to the ring, their journey slicing through a plume of thick red mist. A moment later both competitors are inside the ring having duel skinned the cat, each climbing a turnbuckle as they soak in the roaring crowd reaction.

Clearwater: Welcome back to Monday Night Metal, and the tag action kicks off with another huge bout.

St. Remi: Red Wedding looked strong last time out, let’s see if they can keep the momentum.

Clearwater: And they’ll need it seeing who’s across the ring from them tonight.

St. Remi: Yeah, bro, like half a car in weight—half of that being Alex Richards.

Clearwater: So true… but Red Wedding proved their worth in round one, and these fans are excited to see what’s next for Kane and Riot.

"Indestructible" By Disturbed plays out the massive mounds of hatred god decided to mold into Old Balfore, wrestling All-Father, and the King of Mass Confusion, Alex Richards. They go full Robinson and Duncan on the ring by entering as imposing towers to the agile frames across from them. As is custom between them, Richards wants the first taste. Danica Hops into the ring to meet him.

Ding!  Ding!

Clearwater: Richards welcoming Kane to his thunderdome.

St. Remi: Bro, don’t steal my shtick.

Clearwater: And Kane rockets out of the corner with a spinning wheel kick, avoiding the outstretched arms of Richards. A narrow miss by the King of Mass Confusion!

St. Remi: She’s chopping at his knees like a lumberjack, bruh. Kane knows she’s gotta slow him down.

Alex swipes a bear claw at her again, but misses with that King Kong left hook. Danica sweeps to the opposite leg in time with pointed set of unprotected kicks. Each one stings him enough to slow Richards’s movement. It works until his gets a gorilla paw on her scalp and lariats her to floor.

Clearwater: Oh my god. That’s not right!

St. Remi: Richards hammer fists the canvas… at least he’s too slow to put in a full combo. She’d be done for!

Clearwater: Kane back to her feet, going straight for the neck of Alex Richards. Can she lock in the sleeper hold.

St. Remi: Bro, that stay puff marshmallow man is just walking over to his corner.

Clearwater: And kane abandons the hold before Balfore can come to his partner’s aid.

Richards laughs it off with a shrug from nearby Balfore. He gestures for Kane to bring it. She takes a deep breath in route to full sprint—Richards reaches with both arms again. Danica goes behind, turning his momentum into a crucifix pin.

1!

2!

Clearwater: Whoa, not like that! Richards is back to his feet, and he’s taking Kane along for the ride!

St. Remi: Get outta there!

Clearwater: Look at the evil intent on that man’s face. This is going to be trouble….

St. Remi: Oh my god! Not like that, Alex, you evil bastard!

Clearwater: Richards hits a massive death Valley driver!

1!

2!

Clearwater: Riot makes the save, but now the official has to get her and Balfore out of the ring.

St. Remi: Yeah, no one wants that job!

Somehow, the official restores order, but he has not since seen the meat fists Richards has thrown to a downed Danica Kane. Only then does he try to tame the monster with a 5-count. Alex relents, but only at the behest of his partner, now asking to tag in. He drags Kane to the opposite rope by her boot before tagging in the All-Father. They pin Danica in their corner and throw stiff punches until the ref nearly DQ’s Richards for not leaving the ring.

Clearwater: How is that even fair? Weight class alone, but these two are just—

St. Remi: Just wait, bro. You can’t count out talent like the Red Wedding. All she needs is a tag—oh damn!

Clearwater: Really, a powerbomb? Stop all this carnage Odin!

Odin teases the Mark of Odin, milking it for the fans delight. Just when he pulls Kane halfway up, she contorts herself on a hair trigger, locking him into an octopus stretch.

Clearwater: What a recovery!

St. Remi: Now if she can just get the long arm of Odin in place… only then will it be deadly.

Odin resists with his combined strength and crooked elbow as enough to keep Kane from getting the best vantage with that submission. When that fails, she sneaks in multiple 12 – 6 elbows until the arm slacks. Balfore drops to one knee. Danica gets full control of the arm and puts full pressure on it.

St. Remi: See bro, Kane still has a lot of fight left.

Clearwater: Balfore is trapped in the ring’s center. He has no ropes… so he’s walking to find them!

St. Remi: Power is a hard thing to cut back. Kane may be in for the ride of her career… if she can hold on, bro.

Clearwater: Balfore hits the ropes to no avail. He charges to the other side—and Kane is dislodged!

St. Remi: Big Boot!

The move leaves both in a bad place, recovering on the floor with eager partners on opposite sides of the ring. Red Riot gets a surge of energy from an increasingly hostile crowd. Kane dives for the tag moments before Richards is poised to make his return to the match.

Clearwater: Richards back body—no! Riot goes behind Richards!

St. Remi: Slingblade!

Clearwater: She lines up across the ring… scissors kick!

St. Remi: She chopped off Richard’s head!

Clearwater: Odin Balfore is still in the ring—Riot off the ropes!

St. Remi: Oh dude! Tornado DDT on Odin Balfore!

Riot pumps a fist to thunderous applause, and behind that giant pop, she climbs the turnbuckle and wastes no time landing a vicious double stomp onto Alex Richards. However, Riot ricochets off his massive chest, which gives the King of Mass Confusion time to escape for his corner. A warrior cry from Riot has the fans losing their goddamn minds.

St. Remi: She can end it here… Richards and Balfore are gassed. And Red Riot is just getting warmed up!

Richards reaches up and goes for a tag, when Riot hops on his back and nails a perfect posionrana.

Clearwater: Crimson Mask! Richards is done for!

St. Remi: No way dude. Look how hard he’s gripping that bottom rope.

Clearwater: Like a dead man switch, Alex Richards will not let go on the bottom rope.
Odin stomps the apron floor. That is enough to get Richards to reach up for him again when the official begins his 10-count.

1!

2!

3!

St. Remi: Can Richards recover?

Clearwater: He’s not getting up.

4!

5!

St. Remi: Riot in waiting, no wanting to let that monster get Odin back into the ring!

6!

7!

Clearwater: This could be it!

8!

St. Remi: Riot may have put the big man out for good!

9!

Then, at the raise of ten, Alex Richard pops his head up—eyes wide as full moons as he does—springing to life in time to flop over and tag in his partner. Riot leaps to action but gets swept off the ground with a match-saving chokeslam.

St. Remi: That won’t be enough to stop Red Riot… but it might slow her down.

Clearwater: Odin is in a worse way, but he may have saved the match from imploding.

St. Remi: But can he deliver anything else that good? He’s on fumes, bro.

Odin takes Riot off the matt, and without a second thought, goes straight for the Mark of Odin and drops her back to the canvas with a massive jackknife powerbomb.

St. Remi: What! Riot is still moving!

Clearwater: I don’t Odin can believe his eyes.

St. Remi: No bro, I think he’s impressed.

Clearwater: As have all of our casual fans from other networks that probably never gave Red Wedding a chance. She’s getting up! And this arena is fully behind Red Riot!

St. Remi: Big Boot—no! Riot dodged it perfectly! Odin has her by throat!

Clearwater: Riot goes upstairs… oh no! That’s not good!

St. Remi: All the elbows in the world can’t save her now.

Odin smiles albeit the hits wailing at the back of his neck. He makes a final tag to Alex Richards, still holding Riot in a modified electric chair positon on his shoulders, letting Richards barely hop off one foot. Odin slams her to the canvas while Richards adds a Zim-Quila hangover reverse chokeslam.

Clearwater: God Slayer! And here comes Danica Kane!

St. Remi: Odin caught her mid-air! Ragnarok!

Clearwater: Richards makes the cover!

1!

2!

3!

Jessica Kaine: And your winners… the Enforcers!

Clearwater: They had a game plan from the start: Win by overwhelming force, and executed to perfection.

St. Remi: I don’t about perfection… but Odin and Richards overcame some bonehead errors and will advance.

Clearwater: And with that win, they go onto to the semifinals of their tag block.

St. Remi: And we’ve got more action like this one, kids. So don’t go anywhere when Metal returns.

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S02/E09 03/16/20 Mar 16, 2020 21:00:36 GMT -5

Post by BonnieBlue on Mar 16, 2020 21:00:36 GMT -5

LA Johnny Stylez vs Jason Ryan

DING DING DING!

With Stylez in the ring now, Ryan quickly charges. Jason goes for a clothesline, however Johnny has him scouted and ducks down, wrapping his arms around Jason’s waist and lifting him over with a German suplex! Jason’s head bounces off the mat and he grabs at it, clearly not in his finest form. Johnny walks over and stomps the back of Jason’s head arrogantly, Jason covers up but is still shaken by the blow. Johnny walks a bit and sends a hard kick at Ryan’s ribs. Jason flinches and holds his side, starting to get to his feet. Johnny grabs the back of his head and starts to bring him to his feet, however Ryan comes to life and cradles Johnny with a small package!

One!

Two!!

Kick out!

Remi: Jason almost pulled that one off!

Clearwater: If I were Stylez, I would be taking Jason seriously

Ryan and Johnny were to their feet, this time it was Johnny charging in, possibly frustrated with Jason’s counter, but he doesn’t fair too well as Ryan ducks behind him and locks his arms around Johnny’s waist, lifting him up and driving him with his own German suplex! However, Jason keeps his arms clasped as he fights to his feet, bringing Johnny along with him and lifts him up again for a second German suplex! Stylez is dazed as Jason brings him up once again, however Ryan’s grip loosens and Stylez catches him with a back elbow. Jason is caught in the mouth and releases his opponent, leaving Stylez time to hit the far ropes and come back, hitting Jason in the face with a Yakuza kick! Jason falls down to the mat and Johnny goes for the cover.

One!

Two!!

Kick out!

Remi: Jason still has some fight left in him

Clearwater: So does Johnny! Hard hitting right away!

Stylez picks Jason up and rams him, back first, into the nearest corner. Johnny softens Jason up with a back elbow to the side of his head before lifting Ryan into a seated position on the turnbuckle. Johnny gives Ryan a hard slap across the face before starting to climb up with him. Johnny grabs Jason’s head, saying something inaudible to the cameras before placing Ryan’s head in a front chancery, looking to put him down with a superplex, perhaps? Sadly, we never find out as Jason punches Stylez’s ribs hard and pulls his head out, grabbing the LA Dude’s torso and jumping off the corner, driving him hard into the mat with a HAND OF GOD! With Johnny down, Jason tries to lock in a camel clutch. Ryan is able to lock in the hold and pulls back, wrenching Johnny’s neck hard.

Remi: Stylez is Set in a camel clutch! He has to tap!

Clearwater: Not yet, they’re pretty close to the ropes, maybe he can reach one

Remi: You’re a Stylez fan?

Clearwater: No, I just am a fan of competitive action!

As Ryan wrenches on Johnny’s neck, we can see the sweat is coming off Jason’s forehead and he’s gasping for air. Still fighting though, he pulls back harder. We can see that Johnny’s face is turning red, but he’s still fighting as well, and he manages to get his right leg over the bottom rope! The referee calls for the break, but Ryan keeps it locked in until a 4 count, releasing it at the last second. Jason rolls away from Stylez and starts breathing heavily, catching his breath as both men recover on the mat.

Remi: Well the hold was broken, but I think Jason was successful in wearing down Stylez

Clearwater: Yeah, both men are looking out of it now. It’s anyone’s match.

Even still, it was Stylez who was first to get to his feet, using the ropes to aid him. Ryan started getting up as well. Johnny, wanting to stay on the advantage approached Jason and reached out, grabbing his throat, but like a cat Ryan hits the LETHAL INJECTION!

Remi: Lethal Injection!

Clearwater: We could have a quick winner right here!

Jason slowly rolled Johnny over and hooked his outside leg as the ref got down for the cover.

One!

Two!!

THR– Kick out!

Clearwater: Johnny got the shoulder up, just a two count!

Remi: I haven’t seen a closer count than that!

Ryan rolled off, face is hands unbelieving of what had just happened. Maybe he couldn’t put Stylez away. Jason started to get up, bringing Johnny with him. Ryan gave him a quick kick to the right knee, forcing Stylez to fall to his left knee.

Remi: Kneel before Zod!

Clearwater: What? Nerd, much?

Ryan swung his foot hard, but Johnny ducked and quickly pushed Jason away, Ryan hitting heads with the referee, knocking him down. With Jason dazed, Johnny grabbed him and lifted him high in the air, Jason looking up at the ceiling lights before Johnny grabbed his head and drove him right into the mat!

Clearwater: That’s gotta hurt!!!!!

LA Johnny Stylez followed up with a cover.

Clearwater: This match should be over.

Remi: But there’s no referee to make the count!

Noticing this, Stylez sighs and gets up, walking over to revive the referee. Ryan, who is still struggling to clear the cobwebs crawls over to a corner to help himself get up. LA Johnny Stylez is with the referee for a good thirty seconds, but the ref is still out. Giving up, LA Johnny Stylez turned around and sees Ryan in a corner, fiddling with it. Thinking he knew what was up, LA Johnny Stylez approached cautiously and was right as Jason dropped the cover for the turnbuckle. Jason turned to see where LA Johnny Stylez was and is caught with a hard right hand. Stylez then grabs Ryan’s head and tries to ram it into the exposed steel, but Ryan blocks it by putting his foot on the middle rope. Jason elbows LA Johnny Stylez in the head and gets him to back off. Knowing he has to go big, Jason springboards off the middle rope and goes for a double axe handle, but he;’s caught in mid air by a stiff kick and Ryan doubles over as LA Johnny Stylez grabs him and quickly lifts him in the air before falling back with a sit down piledriver!

Clearwater: He hit him with a beautiful sit down piledriver! Jason is out

Remi: So is the ref.

LA Johnny Stylez doesn’t think of this and goes for the cover again, hooking Ryan’s leg. The crowd counts to three, and if that counted then this would be the end of the match. Sadly, no one cares about the crowd’s counting ability and the match does not end. Too bad for them. LA Johnny Stylez grows tired of waiting and gets up to revive the ref again.

Clearwater: Stylez has had this match won twice now! Jason is down and out.

Remi: Yet the match continues, funny that.

Clearwater: You know Stylez should have won this already.

Remi: I know nothing! Just like Jon Snow, I need me a redhead!

The referee is starting to come to now, getting to his knees. Seemingly satisfied, LA Johnny Stylez heads over where Ryan is barely up, on his hands and knees. Stylez crosses his thumb across his throat to signal the end and grabs Jason’s head, but Ryan brings his arm up between LA Johnny Stylez’s legs for a vicious low blow! Jason goes to whip Stylez's head only for him to countered with a forearm and one swift move Stylez hits his finisher, INSULT-2-iNjURY! He goes for the cover as the ref crawls over to make the count!

One!

Two!!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!!

Jessica Kaine: The winner of this match, by pinfall -- LA Johnny Stylez!

Last Edit: Mar 16, 2020 21:35:05 GMT -5 by BonnieBlue

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S02/E09 03/16/20 Mar 16, 2020 21:01:25 GMT -5

Post by BonnieBlue on Mar 16, 2020 21:01:25 GMT -5

The beautiful Dani Applegate is outside the Cowgirls From Hell locker room and the arena gives a pretty decent pop for the new team on the scene. Dani knocks on the door and we can hear Maxine yell through it.

Maxine: Just a minute!

Dani smiles at the camera as she begins to address the fans watching. 

Dani: I’m here outside the cFh locker room as I got a tip from a anonymous source that Meghan Kelser had a special surprise for us. I think I hear them coming now!

Dani turns towards the door as it opens and out comes the Cowgirls. They are in their ring gear as they are preparing for their match. 

Meghan: Sorry about that Dani, I had to make sure we got this just right because I really need the individual I’m about to address to understand this crystal fucking clear.

Maxine: Jaicey, Jaicey... you done fugged uyp mofo.

Dani: Ok, slightly cryptic. What exactly are you talking about?

Meghan: Well I have a special set of people that are here that wanted to give Jaice Wilds and any of his associates a very particular message and since they aren’t contracted to APW I had to make sure we didn’t piss off the lawyers of APW... I’d like to introduce one half of the founding members of the Cowgirls From Hell my sister Tamika and her husband the Greatest of All Time Simon Fucking Kalis!

On cue out of the locker room comes the power couple Simon and Tamika Kalis dressed in a his and hers Gold Suit ensemble. The fans give a huge pop to the in ring legend that is Simon Kalis and his wife the Cowgirl From Hell.

Dani: Well this is certainly a surprise! Great tip! Welcome to APW, please share your message to the Uncanny X-Men!

Tamika accepts the microphone and gives off her families infamous Strader sneer. 

Tamika: I thought it was Team Disney Lawsuit? First off Jaice, you don’t refer to the Queen of the Order of Chaos asTami, it’s Tamika. Second of all your dismissing of Mad Max here as a Cowgirl will be your first and last mistake but it’s not really me you should be worried about because my in ring days are over...

The youngest Strader hands her husband the microphone and smirks as she shakes her head with a laugh. 

Simon Kalis: Well the cat was gonna come out of the bag eventually but Jaice... that’s not me you are hanging out with... it’s one of my many dopplegangers. Nigguh’s like myself got to be careful with the all the lunatics out there. You know I was content enough to keep paying Body Double number 6 but now that I’ve found out you’ve created your own Order of Chaos facilities and because I sure as fuck did not sanction that I couldn’t stay quiet anymore. You stole my style of sending letters, you are using my logo in any fucking way you want... well this is your cease and desist. I’m not going to send my lawyers after you even though they are chomping at the bit to do so. No, my cease and desist is a certain piece coated in gold. I even catch wind of you uttering my name or my stable I will handle you myself unless the Mouse unleashes his personal soulless army of attorneys. Now that’s enough shoot from us. Tamika and I are going to go enjoy the show. Make the Order proud, Meghan.

As quickly as they came they leave and Dani is left with the two Cowgirls.

Meghan: Well Dani, Mad Max and I got Team Disney Lawsuit to wipe the floor with so if you’ll excuse us...

Meghan acknowledges the camera but Maxine gets right up into the lens and tilts her back to use the reflection to check her teeth for debris then kisses it before throwing out her chaotic smirk much to the delight of the APW fans in attendance.

Dani: Well goodluck tonight! Well there you have it APW’s own Jaice Wilds has been told to stop using anything relating to The Order of Chaos that is related to copyrighted and trademarked material... just from what I know about Simon Kalis, Jaice Wilds better listen!

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S02/E09 03/16/20 Mar 16, 2020 21:02:15 GMT -5

Post by BonnieBlue on Mar 16, 2020 21:02:15 GMT -5

Tag Title Tournament Block A, Round 2

Cowgirls From Hell vs Uncanny X-Men

"How Could I Just Kill a Man” begins to play as the houselights slowly dim. At the nine second mark lights begin to flicker as LaRocha’s voice fills the arena.

~ Hey don't miss out on what you're passing,
You're missing the hootah of the funky buddah,
Eluder of the fucked up style's that get wicked
So come on as I start to kick it, ~

Jessica Kaine: Introducing first…

The jumbotron lights up with the chrome ‘cFh’ emblem and explodes. cFh flashes again on the screen, and a small amounts of pyro’s shoot off as Meghan steps out from behind the curtain followed by her protégé and partner Maxine Riggs.

~ Cause we're like outlaws ridding while suckers are hiding,
Jump behind the bush when you see me driving by'
Hanging out my window, and my magnum taking out some negros~

Jessica Kaine: Hailing from the Great White North, Canada weighing at a combined weight of two hundred and eighty pounds….

~ Acting kind of loco I'm just another local
Kid from the street getting paid for my vocals.
Her is something you can't understand,
How I could just kill a man~

Meghan and Maxine stop and wave at the crowd as they shift their hips to the right side. They make their way down to ringside.

Jessica Kaine: THE COWGIRLS FROM HELL!!!!!!!

~ Here is something you can't understand,
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand,
How I could just kill a man~

Meghan and Maxine smack the hands of a few fans.

~Here is something you can't understand,
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand,
How I could just kill a man~

Meghan stops halfway down, looks side to side, raises up her arms and the entire stage explodes in gold and silver pyrotechnics as a wide grin comes across Meghan’s face as Maxine holds her left fist up in the air.

~ I be doing all the dumb shit yo
Cause nothing is coming from it
I'm not gonna waste no time fucking around I got ya humming
Humming coming at ya! then you know I had to gat ya!~

At that Meghan and Maxine turn it into a stride and slide under the bottom rope into the ring and each jump up to the top turnbuckles as they raise their fists in the air. They hop down and slide out of the ring awaiting their opponents.

The opening chords of “UltraNUMB” by Blu Stahli fills the arena as the lights go dark. Several flashes of blue and green lights illuminate various parts of the arena and entrance ramp to the beat of the song, all stopping with a cascade falling at the top center as Blue Stahli screams…

YOU WANT IT ALL RIGHT NOW!!!

At this point, the fans begin roaring as Jaice Wilds is spotted on a platform a few feet above the ramp. He raises his arms into an X, taking a moment to watch the crowd respond in kind before…

3! 2! 1!

Wilds flips forward off the platform, landing superhero style on the ramp below. He looks up, removing the hood from his face and tossing his shades into the crowd. He starts down the ramp, taking some time to slap random fives and bump fists.

You want it full frontal, over-stimulation
So say a benediction, For a new addiction
In voyeuristic overdrive
(Here comes the countdown)

Jessica Kaine: Ladies and gentlemen, making his way to the ring!!

(Three)
This is the new flesh

Jessica Kaine: From Puerto Vehlo, Brazil; weighing in at one hundred and eighty-four pounds!

(Two)
This is the open door

Jessica Kaine: He is the Final General and YOUR Xtreme Aerialist!! One half of the UNCANNY X-MEN!

(One)
We've got everything you wanted…

Jessica Kaine: He is JAICE! WIIIIIIIILLLLLLDSSSS!!!

Wilds stops at the bottom of the ramp, taking in a deep breath and signing the rosarie before launching forward, corkscrewing himself to fly between the top and middle ring ropes and rolling to his feet once inside the ring. He looks to each side of the ring, the fans on their feet as he heads for a turnbuckle.

You want it all right now (ULTRAnumb)
Right now
(Three, two, one)

Violated, So degraded
The show has just begun
(Three, two, one)

Dominated, By all you hated
This will make you ULTRAnumb
(Three, two, one)

Wilds nods to the crowd, throwing up the X as the fans chant "X-Treme!" to their hero. He drops to the mat, running up to each remaining turnbuckle and repeating the taunt as the crowd continues to roar in approval.

Jessica Kaine: And his partner and other half of the UNCANNY X-MEN….. SPARTAN!!!!

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.

We speak in lies, we speak in tongues
We’ll see our damage done
We live in dreams, we rest in peace
Content to sleep in our chains
Seven trumpets sound their discourse, nine circles of our devise
Messages writ within our columns of fire
No life blooms from the ashes of ire

Spartan walks out onto the ramp. He is dressed in casual attire, black shorts, black 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 springboards himself over the top rope and into the middle of the ring. Jaice and the Cowgirls enter the ring and head to their respective corners.

Clearwater: The Cowgirls had some strong words for these guys this week.

Remi: It should be a real slobberknocker, bro!

Clearwater: Slobber---? Nevermind.

DING DING DING

With the sound of the bell going off, both Meghan and Spartan step to the center of the ring and stare at each other, Spartan looking down at Meghan with a grin on his face. Meghan takes a step back and swings a right hand at Spartan, hitting him in the face and the big man just stares back at her. Meghan swings again, this time Spartan blocks it and quickly dashes his forehead down and connects with Meghan’s skull, knocking her down on the mat.

Clearwater: What a cranium shot!

Meghan gets back to her feet and Spartan grabs the back of her head and tosses her into his own corner with Jaice. Spartan runs in and jumps, hitting Meghan with an Avalanche. Spartan tags in Jaice and grabs Meghan, locking his arms and backing up a bit, lifting her in the air with a double chicken wing while Jaice climbs the turnbuckle. Jaice leaps off the turnbuckle and hits Meghan with a double Axe Handle! Spartan gets out of the ring and Jaice goes for a cover on Meghan

One!

Two!!

Kick out!

Meghan shoots the outside shoulder up and the match continues. Jaice, not looking to allow Meghan any momentum picks her up and knees her in the stomach, doubling her over and runs at the ropes, hitting Meghan in the side of the head with a dropkick! Jaice gets to his feet quickly and sees Meghan getting up as well. Jaice hits the ropes again and runs back at Meghan, who sees him coming and raises her right foot to connect with the skull of Jaice!

Clearwater: What a shot!

Meghan goes over and tags in Maxine Riggs, who is more than happy to get in the ring with a downed Jaice. Maxine lifts Jaice to a sitting position and locks in a reverse chin lock, grinding on Jaice’s neck. Maxine holds the hold on for a few seconds before Jaice starts to fight to his feet. He elbow Maxine twice in the gut and goes for a third one, but Maxine beats him to the blow and raises her knee into the gut of Jaice. Jaice coughs out and Maxine ducks behind him and with quick energy hits him with a german suplex. Maxine gets to her feet after delivering the move and starts to stomp on Jaice.

Clearwater: Maxine showing her skill against the last person she threw a Malteser candy at!

Maxine turns back around to see Jaice up and quickly leaping in the air, connecting with Maxine’s jaw with a spinning kick. Maxine gets knocked down, but gets up in time to see Jaice roll over and tag in Spartan.

Remi: I’m surprised how well The Uncanny X-Men are doing staying fresh!

Clearwater: A little bit more competition than the Cowgirls maybe expected,

Before Spartan gets in the ring and Maxine instantly charges him, going for forearm shots to his back, kicks to the midsection, any offensive stroke she can connect with, but she’s shoved back by Spartan with one hand. Maxine gets back on the attack and is shoved back a second time as Spartan gets in the ring. Maxine charges a third time and is stopped short when Spartan reaches out and grabs her throat. With one hand Spartan lifts Maxine up in the air, takes two steps towards the center of the ring and drives her down to the canvas with a choke slam! Maxine writhes in pain on the mat as Spartan raises his arm in the air to the displeasure of the crowd. Meghan starts slapping the corner, trying to get Maxine to come make the tag. Maxine stumbles to her feet and is grabbed again by Spartan, who lifts her up and places her on his shoulder. Spartan backs back up to his corner and charges forward a few steps and slams Maxine down to the mat with a powerful power slam! Spartan stays ontop of Maxine for the cover.

One!

Two!!

Break up!

Remi: Saved by her partners kick to the back of the head, that is unfair!

The crowd cheers as Meghan slips back through the ropes.

Clearwater: Seems like the crowd thinks its fair Remi. I thought you liked Max?

Spartan picks Maxine up by the back of the head and lifted her up on his shoulders for a second time. Maxine, feeling De Ja Vu reached down and raked the eyes of Spartan and slid down his back. Maxine quickly fired a back elbow at Jaice and knocked him off the apron, then gets on the middle rope. Spartan turns around and Maxine grabs his head in a front chancery, leaping out of the corner and hitting Spartan with a tornado DDT! Rather than go for a cover, Maxine crawled over and tagged in Meghan.

Clearwater: Fresh Cowgirl!

Remi: So very lucky Mikebro!

Meghan comes in and Spartan is getting to his feet holding his head. Meghan throws a few punches at Spartan and rocks the big man, then hits the ropes and hits Spartan with a flying clothesline, knocking him down on the mat! Meghan gets back to her feet a step faster than Spartan and grabs his head, swinging from left to right and drops him on the mat with a swinging neck breaker! Spartan is slower to start to get up while Meghan is standing once again. Meghan grabs the big mans arm, and with all her lands a rather large ring shaking Russian Leg Sweep.

Clearwater: Wow, pretty impressive for the size difference!

Remi: You are kind of right this time Mike, but this APW. We are always impressive!

Meghan gets up and tags Maxine back into the match. Maxine gets in and looks over at Meghan and nods. Meghan gets on the other side of Spartan and they both look across at each other. The both stick their arms outward and jump to the top turnbuckles in opposite corners. They stop, raise their arms, and leap off the top, Meghan hitting a big elbow drop on his gut, Maxine with a leg drop. Maxine immediately goes for the cover and Meghan stands between Jaice and the action, leaving him at bay.

One!

Two!!

THR--No!

Spartan kicks out at the last second and the referee wastes no time in telling Meghan she has to get out of the ring, and while he’s doing that Jaice gets in the ring and grabs her right arm in a hammerlock, bringing her backwards and over his head nailing her with AGENT OF CHAOS! Jaice rolls out of the ring as the referee ushers out Meghan and turns to see both competitors down on the mat. Spartan is the fresher of the two and starts to get to his feet. Maxine is holding her back as she starts to get up, Spartan comes over and wraps his large hand around her skull, getting her in the iron grasp with his hand! Maxine drops to one knee immediately as the pressure of Spartan’s hand is crushing her skull. The referee walks around Spartan’s large frame to get a better view and in the process Maxine brings her right arm up and gives Spartan a low blow!

Remi: Ouch bro!

Clearwater: I guess they’ll do anything.

Spartan releases the hold and fell to one knee. Maxine fell back and looked over at Meghan, knowing she needs to make a tag. Maxine lunges forward smacking the hand of partner as Meghan hops into the ring. Before Spartan can rise, Meghan has round house kicked the big man and he falls to the mat. Meghan motions for him to get up. Maxine runs interference on Jaice as Meghan hits the BLACKENED on the big man as Maxine downs Jaice with a quick snapmare. Meghan lies across Spartan’s chest.

One!

Two!!

THREE!!!

Jessica Kaine: And your winners by pin fall, the COWGIRLS FROM HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S02/E09 03/16/20 Mar 16, 2020 21:03:26 GMT -5

Post by BonnieBlue on Mar 16, 2020 21:03:26 GMT -5

Aaron Osmosis vs Alex Scott

DING DING DING!

Aaron starts the offense with a European uppercut, Alex stumbles back from it into the corner turnbuckle. He follows it up with a running knee lift into Alex’s face. Osmosis comes back for another strike but Alex ducks and rolls away from him. Alex is quickly up, hits a spinning heel kick to Aaron which sends Osmosis into the corner turnbuckle. Alex rushes Aaron into the corner, running his shoulder into Aaron’s ribs. Aaron grabs onto him and begins bashing his elbow over the back of Alex’s head. Alex flips forward, sliding free, his legs wrap around Aarons neck as he hangs upside down. Aaron runs forward with Alex locked around him and goes for a reverse piledriver but Alex flips himself up then kicks himself away from Aaron by kicking his shoulders and then hitting a sit out face buster.

Clearwater: Interesting back and forth.

Remi: I normally wouldn’t say this, but I hope Alex smashes his ugly face again and again.

Alex gets to his feet as does Aaron.

Clearwater: Why wouldn’t you normally say that?

Aaron charges at Alex. They begin a grapple power struggle, but it seems almost fruitless as both men are evenly matched. Yet Osmosis with a knee goes for Alex’s chest, but Alex masterfully blocks it with his knee. Alex tries to headbutt Osmosis, but Osmosis easily twists his head around to avoid it. Out of no where Osmosis with a surge of energy and power overtakes Alex and locks him up, taking him down with a northern lights suplex.

Clearwater: Masterfully done.

Remi: I’m just gonna do a Shania cause that don’t impress me much!

Alex quickly rolls and gets to his feet, springboard moonsault on Osmosis as he gets to his feet, taking both of them down. Alex grabs Osmosis by the legs and locks in an Indian Death Lock. He begins to apply and release pressure, teasing Osmosis almost but Osmosis refuses to tap out. Alex now keeps the pressure on the hold, smirking as he tells Osmosis to just give in.

Clearwater: Smart play by Alex.

Remi: YEAH! AP-DUB BABY!!

Alex has Osmosis writhing in pain, but the spirit of Aaron Osmosis is unquestionably strong. Osmosis makes a grab for the bottom rope, and latches on. Alex doesn’t let go of the hold.

1!

Alex keeps it on.

2!!

3!!!

4!!!

Finally Alex lets go and gets away from Osmosis. Alex Scott picks Osmosis up by the neck but Osmosis charges his shoulder into Alex, double underhooks his arms and hits a back breaker that stuns both the crowd and Alex. Osmosis covers.

One!

Two!!

KICK OUT!

Alex rolls away and gets to his feet as does Osmosis now. Alex with a thrust kick lands hard against Osmosiss ribs. Another to Osmosiss thigh, but Osmosis moves away from the thrust kick coming for his head and grabs Alex by the leg and slams him to the canvas. Osmosis quickly now with a Boston Crab on Scott and moves him to the middle of the ring. Alex writhes in pain, trying to use his leg strength to escape but to no avail. He realizes he’s stuck in the center of the ring with no escape.

Remi: I wanna say TAP! But I wanna say DON’T TAP! Cause Osmosis doesn’t deserve a win!

Clearwater: You’re so biased.

Remi: Worse, you’re so objective.

Alex begins crawling with his hands out, using his upper body strength to slowly move towards the ropes. But Osmosis pulls back and then reapplies the pressure, having snared Alex nicely in a well applied Boston Crab. Alex pushes up with his hands, which makes the pressure from the crab that much more unbearable. But he moves towards the ropes and with a last mad dash grabs onto the bottom rope in time. Osmosis lets go and makes sure he doesn’t relent, grabbing Alex by the hair and lifting him to his feet.

Clearwater: I smell disaster for the young Scott.

Remi: Boooooooo!!!

Osmosis lifts Alex up for a stalled suplex, holding him high up for everyone to see. But Alex slips out of it, spins Osmosis around and kicks him in the gut. Out of no where Alex with THE ANSWER! Alex quickly covers, hooking the leg.

One!

Two!!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!

Jessica Kaine: The winner of this match, Alex Scott!!!!

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S02/E09 03/16/20 Mar 16, 2020 21:04:14 GMT -5

Post by BonnieBlue on Mar 16, 2020 21:04:14 GMT -5

Tag Title Tournament Block B, Round 2

The Architects vs Pomp & Circumstance

“Architects” by Rise Against rocks the arena! Orange and red spotlights fade up slowly, like the sun rising to reveal a fire in the sky, illuminating two silhouettes. Damon Warrens and Smith Jones stand with their heads bowed. Jones wears a shiny white robe with sparkly silver trim. Warrens is adorned in long white tights covered in blood splatters, white wrestling boots, white knee pads, white wrist tape, a black belt, black muscle shirt with "New Era" across the front. White elbow pads, and a long white trench coat with black buckles and straps resembling a straight jacket which also has blood splatters across it. Finally he wears a white expressionless mask with creepy white contact lenses. Warrens has a kendo stick slung over his shoulder. They all keep their heads bowed during the ring announcement.

Jessica Kaine: Coming down the aisle… at a total combined weight of four hundred fifty-four pounds… Damon Warrens and Smith Jones… The Architects!!!

They raise their arms, thrusting them directly into the path of the spotlights as the crowd erupts into cheers! The Architects stride confidently down to ringside as the crowd loses their minds! Jones has already arrived at the ring as he mounts the steel ring steps and wipes his feet respectfully on the apron before parting the ropes and entering the ring. Damon rolls in under the bottom rope and meets Smith inside. They fist bump one another before crossing to opposite sides of the ring and standing on different middle turnbuckles. Smith shrugs off his white robe and stoically scans the crowd with a sneer. Damon points his kendo stick at the fans in the front row and yells at them. They both return to the middle of the ring, stretching up for the match ahead.

Jessica Kaine: And their opponents… First, hailing from San Diego, California, he is YOUR APW Junior Heavyweight Champion -- ELI BEAZLEY!!!

“Don’t Stop Me Now” by Queen hits the loudspeakers. The fans pop as “Breezy” Eli Beazley hits the stage. He briefly dances to his music and then makes his way to the ring. Eli highfives several fans. He stops to take a selfie with a fan and even pauses for a quick interaction with a young fan in the front row. Eli makes his way up to the ring apron and hits a few more dance moves. Finally, Eli hops over the top rope and spins around in the ring with his arms held out engulfing himself in the cheers from the audience. When we get to the chorus of the song , Eli hops up on second rope and leads the crowd in a few ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’s .

Jessica Kaine: And his partner, from Parts Unknown -- MR. E!!!

The lights flicker, as the scene transition sound effect from the classic batman series plays; Mr. E appears in the ring out of nowhere.

DING DING DING!

Clearwater: The Architects are lookin to move on to the Semi finals this should be quite the match up!

Remi: Not if Truth or Consequences has anything to say about it.

Clearwater: Listen, I've told you.. It’s Pomp and Circumstance.

Remi: Are you sure its not the town of New Mexico facing the Architects?

Smith immediately goes right after Mr. E's legs, delivering stiff kicks to his knees and thighs. He tries to get a running start at a low dropkick, but Mr. E moves out of the way. He grabs his by the hair, lifting him off the ground, and throws him into his corner. Eli slips through the ropes and nails some rights and lefts on his, as Mr. E's blocks the point of view for the ref. The ref tries to get in there, but Eli has stopped. Mr. E lays down a few stomps on Smith.

Clearwater: Oh man, Smith took quite a beating there.

Remi: I hear he likes it, though.

Clearwater: You are hanging out with Mad Max aren’t you?

Mr. E gets Smith to his feet and hip tosses his into the middle of the ring. Smith lands on his back hard, but manages to climb to a quick knee. Mr. E goes in for a huge punch, but Smith rolls out of the way and connects with a sharp kick to Mr. E's right knee. He hits another kick to his stomach and then connects with a jumping roundhouse to his face. Mr. E hits the mat, and Smith stands above him. Smith goes into the ropes and comes off with a somersault legdrop, right over the back of Mr. E's head. A quick cover...

One!

Not even a two count. Eli doesn't even bother to move.

Clearwater: Mr. E just tossed Smith off of him, what strength!

Remi: Smith tags in Damon and they both go to work on Mr. E.

Mr. E is getting double-teamed by the Architects. Eli tries to come into the ring but the referee is holding him back. Smith and Damon shove Mr. E into the corner and both hit a double spear on him. He takes a seat on the canvas. Eli breaks free from the referee, but Smith and Damon see it coming as they sidestep Eli and both deliver kicks to the back of his knees, causing Eli to shoot his legs out forward and dropkick Mr. E accidentally in the face!

Clearwater: Did... did he really just do that?

Remi: No, Smith and Damon made him do it. They've got pretty strong legs...

Clearwater: Strength and pedigree!

Smith and Damon both grab Eli and set him up in a Tree of Woe. Eli is dangling over a dazed Mr. E and they both hop out onto the apron, on separate sides of Pomp & Consequence. They both nod at each other and swing over the top rope, Smith connecting with a vicious dropkick on Mr. E and Damon connecting on Eli!

Remi: What a move!

Clearwater: What athleticism!

Eli falls out of the Tree of Woe and Damon and Smith drag Mr. E to the middle of the ring. Damon goes down for a quick cover.

One!

Two!!

Kick out!

He throws Damon off of him, and seemingly a lot more pissed than he was before. The referee makes Eli go to his corner, and he does. Mr. E manages to get to his feet and Damon delivers some stiff kicks and punches. Mr. E staggers back, taking them all, but with quick speed he lashes out and grabs Damon by the throat.

Remi: Oh no!

Clearwater: Mr. E's got Damon in a chokehold.. and he’s down with a massive chokeslam!

Right before Mr. E can cover Damon, Smith is on the top turnbuckle. Mr. E goes down for the cover and Smith comes off with a perfect senton legdrop, hitting Mr. E right across his head and never touching Damon. The Eli slips through the ropes and grabs Smith from behind, executing a perfect german suplex. The referee is yelling at Eli again, telling him to get back in his corner.

Clearwater: Smith and Eli are certainly pushing the ref's limits here.

Remi: It's a tag match! He's gotta expect that.

Mr. E gets to his feet as Smith finds his corner. Eli is reaching for the tag, and he gets it from Mr. E. Eli slips through the ropes and they both start kicking Damon. They get Damon to his feet and throw his into the corner. Mr. E lifts Damon onto his shoulders with extreme ease and Eli climbs to the top turnbuckle.

Clearwater: I don't like this Remi!

Remi: This isn't looking well for Damon...

Mr. E steps back a bit and Eli leaps off with a missile dropkick, knocking Damon off Mr. E's shoulders as He plummets to the mat. He lands hard on his back, but He was kicked just far enough to be within arm's reach of Smith. Eli runs over and tries to pull him away, but Smith makes the tag.

Clearwater: Here we go!

Remi: Smith rushes in and delivers some rights and lefts to Eli! He sends him into the ropes and Eli comes back... spinebuster!

Clearwater: Smith goes into the ropes himself and comes back with a baseball slide into Eli's ribs! That's gotta hurt!

Smith gets Eli to his feet and hits a few knife-edge chops on him.

Crowd: WHOO!

Smith staggers Eli with a couple punches and then wraps him up in a front facelock. He snaps back and plants him in the mat with a vicious DDT. A quick cover.

One!

Two!!

Shoulder up!

Clearwater: Mr. E is on the rampage! He comes in and grabs Smith by the hair and throws his to the mat. But Damon is flying through the air and connects with a dropkick to Mr. E's knees!

Remi: Damon gets back to his feet and goes to work on Mr. E's knees, hitting them with stiff kicks. Mr. E is gettin' cut down, Jon!

Clearwater: He gets grabbed by the Eli, but Eli gets taken out with a hopping sidekick from Smith! He's laid out!

Remi: Smith tries for a quick cover while Damon is attempting to keep him busy...

One!

Two!!

Shoulder up!

Clearwater: Close fall there. Damon is still cutting Mr. E down by going after his knees. He finishes the attack off with a stiff kick to the stomach. Mr. E is keeled over and Damon tries for a DDT, but Mr. E isn't having that!

Remi: Mr. E lifts Damon up with pure neck and upperbody muscle, and then slams his down with a huge spinebuster!

Smith hits Mr. E in the back of his right knee and he falls to one knee. He slams his fist into his lower back, and then springboards off the middle rope with a spinning heel kick, catching Mr. E square in the jaw. He falls to the mat, and the referee is trying to get Damon back to his corner.

Clearwater: This is chaos! I believe Smith and Eli are the legal competitors.

Remi: What, you're lost already?

Clearwater: Hey it's easy to get lost!

Remi: Suuuureee...

Clearwater: Shut up.

Eli comes to his senses and gets to his feet. He grabs Smith from behind and executes a huge full-nelson slam. Eli climbs to the top rope and comes off with a big elbow drop, and connects. He goes for a quick cover.

One!

Two!!

Damon hits a big soccer kick into Eli's ribs to break the count.

Clearwater: Thank God Damon was there!

Remi: Smith would've gotten out of that...

Clearwater: It didn't look like He was going to, Remi.

Mr. E is still in the ring and manages to get to his feet, finding it hard to get mobile due to all the kicks and attacks to his knees. He grabs Damon by the hair and smaHes his fist into his back. He turns his around and puts his head between his thighs. He lifts his up vertically, with extreme ease, and then falls back, planting his head into the mat for a huge piledriver.

Clearwater: HOLY CRAP! Damon's head could've snapped there! That's four hundred pounds coming down on ya!

Remi: Not... really.

Clearwater: Still! That's a lot of pressure being applied to his neck, which isn't that big.

Remi: True.

Eli gets Smith to his feet and unchambers lefts and rights. He hip tosses his to the ground. He turns his attention to the wreckage that is Damon. He tells Mr. E to go back to his corner. Mr. E does so, and Eli walks to Damon. He grabs his by the hair and pulls his up. He tries for the Eliwing Suplex, but Smith doesn't let it happen and puts Eli into an inverse DDT position, and drops him on the back of his head.

Clearwater: What a save there by Smith!

Remi: I guess they're even now.

Clearwater: Damon turns toward Mr. E and delivers a big kick to his jaw!

Remi: Pomp or is it Consequence? Any he leans back a little on the apron, but doesn't manage to fall.

Clearwater: Smith nails him with a kick of his own!

With that kick, Mr. E falls to the outside. He has trouble getting up, with his knees in really bad shape. Eli is left alone in the ring with Smith and Damon. Smith gets Eli to his feet, and manages somehow to put him on his shoulders. Damon is climbing the top turnbuckle. Damon comes off the top-rope with the Miasma, smashing Eli clean in the face as Smith pushes him off and dumps him on his head.

Remi: That's gotta be it for Eli!

Clearwater: Mr. E is to his feet finally, but Damon goes flying over the top ropes and hits a cross-body on Mr. E! His knees give in and He takes him down!

Eli staggers back up and is on the attack once more! But Smith evades him and counters with that devastating backstabber to the back of the neck!

Remi: POINT OF CONTROVERSY! IT'S OVER!

Smith nonchalantly rolls Beazley up.

One!

Two!!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!

Jessica Kaine: The winners of this match, advancing to the semi-final round of the APW Tag Title Tournament -- THE ARCHITECTS!!!

“Architects” by Rise Against hits the speakers to a huge pop from the fans! Damon and Smith celebrate their victory while Beazley and E make their way to the back.

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S02/E09 03/16/20 Mar 16, 2020 21:06:06 GMT -5

Post by BonnieBlue on Mar 16, 2020 21:06:06 GMT -5

AAAAA! vs PKA/El Muertos

Jessica Kaine: The following contest is set for one fall…

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Jessica Kaine: Introducing first…

The opening horns to U Mad hit the PA as a video of a man pounding at his bare chest goes along to the drum track. As the lyrics cut in, Andre Aquarius emerges on the stage, holding both arms out to the side and bouncing up and down. Blinking lights go along with the beat and Andre makes his way down the entrance ramp, continuing to pound a fist to his chest, some of the fans pounding along with him. He steps through the ropes, surveying his surroundings. He climbs to the top turnbuckle, mouthing the words to the song before dropping down and leaning against the ropes as he waits for his opponent.

Jessica Kaine: Hailing from Berkeley, California and weighing in tonight at one hundred and seventy pounds… He is “Prince Lightskin” ANDRE AQUARIUSSSSS!

The spacey, psychedelic opening of "We Will Commit Wolf Murder" by of Montreal hits the PA accompanied by a wave of strobe lights flashing bright pastel colours. The house lights die as the opening lyrics kick in:

"Something's terrorized my psyche to get even
Lately, you're the only human I believe in"

And just like that, the lights come back on and Amirah Al-Amin emerges from the back, swaying erratically to the music as she makes her way down the ramp, singing along to her own entrance music like a dweeb.

Jessica Kaine: And his Tag Team partner… From San Diego, California and weighing in tonight at one hundred and thirty-seven pounds… She is “The Golden Eagle” AMIRAH AL-AMIIIIIIIINNNN!

The mention of her name draws a mixed reaction punctuated by a couple of loud jeers, which she brushes aside as she ascends the ring steps, stepping between the ropes and settling into her corner.

Remi: I wonder what’s going through Andre’s mind after losing to Red Wedding last week?

Clearwater: Retribution, at first, but he needs to win this.

Remi: And I’d say the same is on her mind too.

Clearwater: Well they’ve got to go through two more tough competitors... PKA and El Muertos.

Suddenly - Sidewalks and Skeletons "Slow Motion" hits the PA System and out from the curtain emerges "Grade A" PKA, dressed in all black. A black vest over a shirtless top accompanied by black shorts, boots, and wrist bands. He smirks as he confidently drifts down the aisle and slides into the ring. PKA climbs up the turnbuckle and puts his arms out in a crucifix as the fans watch his every move. The camera focuses in on his black hair, his face, his black eyeliner, the intensity in PKA's eyes. He hops off the turnbuckle and he hits the opposite corner to do another pose, arms out in a crucifix. After soaking in the fans' reaction, he hops off the turnbuckle and his music fades out.

Jessica Kaine: And their opponents… First - from Witchita in Kansas and weighing in tonight at two hundred and three pounds… Patrick Kay Anthony; P… K… A!

The arena blacks out as ‘A Toda Madre’ by Thell Barrio plays, the guitar riffs for eights seconds before the drum hits, white strobe lighting flashes frantically in time with the beat. A spotlight finds El Muertos walking amongst the fans wearing a black Stetson, black leather belt and holster. His hand firmly holding the grip of a golden revolver sat in the holster as he pushes his way through the crowd.

Once El Muertos makes his way to ringside the house lights fade up. Jumping up to the apron he looks around slowly letting the fans in attendance get a look at his face. El Muertos yanks his hat off as he climbs through the ropes and poses in the centre of the ring. As soon as the music cuts out in one swift motion El Muertos throws the hat into the air, draws the revolver and fires three shots at the stetson, catching the hat as hit falls back down to the apron.

Jessica Kaine: And his Tag Team partner… From Mexico City, Mexico and weighing in tonight at two hundred and fourteen pounds… ELLLLL MUERTOOOOOOOS

Remi: Well isn’t this an unlikely pairing?

Clearwater: Unlikely and obscure? One hundred per cent. Do I think they have a good chance of winning? Yes, I do.

Remi: There’s only one way to find out, ring the bell!

DING DING DING!

El Muertos starts for his team, and Amirah for hers. They tie up in the middle of the ring, Muertos quickly getting the upper hand. He pushes her off and then snakes an arm around her neck for a DDT -- when suddenly, the arena is plunged into blackness! The only light comes from the AlphaTron, which displays snowy static for several seconds before it, too, goes dark.

Clearwater: The usual banter about not paying the power bill aside, this is a little worrying.

Remi: BRO! It's chilling! Is this Noble Savage again?

Clearwater: This is different. I'm feeling an oppressive sense of my own mortality, Jonah. 

Just as suddenly, the lights flare back to life in an explosion of brilliance. In the ring, Amirah Al-Amin, Andre Aquarius, and PKA are all laid out. Only the ref and El Muertos remain standing. Thinking fast, El Muertos drops to hook Amirah's leg.

Remi: That was weird, but we've got a pinfall!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!

Jessica Kaine: And the winners of this match, by pinfall -- PKA and El Muertos!

Clearwater: What was all that about? Did someone want to give this team an easy win? And if so, why not during the tournament?

Remi: Maybe we'll find out next week, dude! But for now, we gotta pay them light bills ELL OH ELL!

El Muertos stands resolute in the ring, barely casting a glance at his unconscious partner, as their music thunders through the arena and the scene fads to commercial.

Last Edit: Mar 17, 2020 18:49:43 GMT -5 by BonnieBlue

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S02/E09 03/16/20 Mar 16, 2020 21:07:00 GMT -5

Post by BonnieBlue on Mar 16, 2020 21:07:00 GMT -5

Main Event

Tag Title Tournament Block A, Round 2
Man Made Gods vs Bad Boy Energy

Clearwater: Welcome back Alpha faithful for what already feels PPV worthy.

St. Remi: Heck yeah, bruh. And there’s that fiery Masuda Teijin. Man has he come onto the scene hot.

Clearwater: He’s stomping around the ring since break, whipping these fans into a frenzy. And here comes the other half of the brats calling themselves “Bad Boy Energy!”

Shots of the arena pan to where Masuda Teijin braces himself in a corner in his cockiest pose, when the lights go down with smoke machines filling the entrance tunnel and stage. Black and White strobe lights begin illuminating the area as the ring announcer begins to introduce Aaron.

Jessica Kaine: "Also representing Bad Boy Energy... from Seattle, Washington...weighing in at One Hundred and Eighty-Seven pounds (187 lbs.), he is the "Prince of Pain".... Aaron Blaze"!

Clearwater: Do they look energized more than they did last week?

St. Remi: The big thing will be if they can learn to work together. Last time out, divisions nearly cost them the match. If they’re going to survive and advance against the Man-made Gods, they’ll have to become a real team.

Clearwater: That remains to be seen.

As the introduction ends, a man is seen through the strobe lights and smoke dressed in a long Black trench coat stands at the top of the entrance ramp with his back to the ring. As "Broken Hands" begins, he waits until the [:28] to open his coat and reveals a hidden skateboard. Stepping on the board, Aaron slowly rides the skateboard to the ring and around the [:51] mark, he enters ringside and hops off the skateboard that he let glide under the ring before sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring himself. In the ring, Aaron runs to the other side of the ring and jumps up onto the Second turnbuckle and stares out at the crowd. The crowd boos and cheers him as he starts to remove his coat and it falls across the top rope. Stepping onto the top rope next to him, he turns and drops down to the mat and then squats down leaning backwards onto the ropes as he stares at his opponent. [3:48] Music fades to silence as Aaron regroups with his partner before agreeing to be the first one into the match.

Clearwater: And here they come!

St. Remi: Hang onto your butts! It’s about to pick up in here!

The lights in the arena drop to black, then pick up a slate gray/blue color as "Oroborus" by Gojira hits the PA system! The crowd flips out, the Man Made Gods step out from the backstage area standing side by side and taking in the crowd's reaction.

Jessica Kaine: And their opponents… weighing a combined 433 pounds… The Man Made Gods!

They both stride to the ring like they own the place, Frank slides in under the bottom rope and Corey takes the stairs to the apron to step in through the ropes. The duo high five forearms as they ready themselves for the upcoming battle! Frank agrees to go first to pit the young talent on full display.

Clearwater: Man Made Gods. Bad Boy Energy. This place may not be able to contain this match!
St. Remi: And the crowd is already behind this proven duo. Aaron Blaze has an uphill battle ahead.

Clearwater: And there’s the opening bell!

Frank Venable dupes Blaze into grapple before sweeping behind for a full-nelson slam, punctuating it with a stiff elbow drop pin.

1!

2!

Clearwater: A quick two-count from the official. And look at the concern on Blaze’s face.

St. Remi: He didn’t even see that—hot damn! FPV rocked him to the floor with a spot on dropkick!

Clearwater: Blaze is trouble, and we’re not even a minute into this contest.

St. Remi: He’s got Blaze by the feet. Oh no… he’s looking for a catapult!

FPV grabs Blaze by the ankles and flings him into the nearest turnbuckle. When lemur instincts compel Aaron Blaze to come back to life, as he catches his descent and converts that energy into rebounding shotgun dropkick. Frank almost gets punted out of his shoes on impact. Blaze follows up with a clutching senton that narrowly misses the fluid movements of FPV.

Clearwater: What an exchange! These two, if anything so far, have impressed one another. And these fans are loving every second of it!

St. Remi: They’re going traditional now… and Aaron has the side headlock. Frank throws him into the ropes.

Clearwater: Look at the height on FPV’s leapfrog! Do you think he can dunk with that vertical?

St. Remi: Massive arm drag! Blaze recovering… swinging hurricanrana! FPV to the ropes in time to recover.

Frank nods with a mild sense of respect before charging with a surprise superkick. He misses the initial kick by some margin before resorting to an overhead right like Randy Johnson throwing a fastball. Blaze takes it and answers back with an elbow. He goes for another but gets wrapped up by FPV.

St. Remi: Tiger suplex!

1!

2!

Clearwater: And here comes the cavalry! Teijin breaking up the pin in time, only to be met by Corey Black!

St. Remi: This place is going nuts, bro!

Teijin whips CD into the ropes and gives chase. Black turns for a sudden back body drop in front of his team’s corner—but Teijin skins the cat before pulling Corey Black out onto the apron. Both men exchange stiff knees until Masuda nails a head butt. A desperate strike so that he deliver a stalling butterfly suplex that leaves both men out on the outside floor. Teijin landed hard on his knees, looking in some serious pain. CD still took the worst brunt when his back slammed onto the apron going down. Blaze and FPV rally to the nearest ropes for a breather—both perplexed as to what just happened to their tag partners.

Clearwater: That was absolutely reckless from Masuda Teijin. He could have ended their careers!

St. Remi: This is the Bad Boy Energy we hoped to see, bro. And so far, they have not disappointed.

Clearwater: Blaze going after Frank Patrick Venable once more… strikes flying between both men!

St. Remi: Boom! Headshot! That came outta nowhere!

1!

2!

3 –

Clearwater: So close! Frank can’t believe Blaze withstood that blow. He had it won.

St. Remi: Blaze has heart… even if these fans disagree with his recent admission to The Bloodline.

Clearwater: FPV leaning over the ropes. But his partner, as well as Teijin, remain out of the floor.

St. Remi: I don’t believe it! Aaron Blaze coming in hot!

Clearwater: Front Dropkick! FPV just went through the middle ropes! No—what are you doing?

His sudden impact to the outside floor shocked Teijin and Corey Black from their stupors, only long enough for all three to look up and see Aaron Blaze ascending the top rope. He wastes no time nor gives a second thought to insane act on his mind. Blaze clutches his arms together and dives back-first into their waiting mass.

“Holy Shit!” “Holy Shit!” “Holy Shit!”

Clearwater: Mannequin! Aaron Blaze just risked it all from the highest point of the ring!

St. Remi: And he took them all out like bowling pins! What a courageous spit from this kid!

Clearwater: He took out the Man Made Gods… but you don’t he was aiming for... no, he wouldn’t.

St. Remi: Teijin caught the full punch of it, bro. Their differences are what they are. And after the things Masuda said across several platforms… it is what is, bruh.

Blaze eases himself under the ropes as a 10-count begins from a tiring official.

1!

2!

Clearwater: FPV needs to get back in the ring.

3!

St. Remi: Blaze in up and ready…

4!

St. Remi: Are they going to win this way? Not cool bro!

5!

6!

Teijin limps back to his original corner; meanwhile, Corey Black and FPV are slowly rallying.

7!

8!

Frank has both hands on the low ropes, but can’t quite pull himself up.

9!

Clearwater: Look at that teamwork! A final push from Corey Black!

10 –

St. Remi: And Frankie beats the clock! Wow, was that close!

Clearwater: But Blaze still has a job to finish, raining kicks to a wounded god. Can they hope to recover?

St. Remi: He whips FPV into the corner—Boom! Headshot!

Clearwater: That one might have broken his jaw! And Aaron Blaze has no choice to but get in his partner… what a match!

St. Remi: And we’re just giving this one away! How novel!

Teijin makes a pained, reluctant tag to a reeling Aaron Blaze. He does not, however, help him to the outside, preferring to let him just drop down and recover. Teijin rushes FPV just as the tag is made to Corey Black. CD vaults from the second rope into a Lou Thez press with wild punches. Teijin braces his weight, refusing to go down without a fight. His grip weakens just enough that Corey Black swings their momentum into a standing tornado DDT. He flips over into a cover.

1!

2 –

Clearwater: Teijin kicked the ropes. But what a clever move from the King of Wrestling!

St. Remi: We expected this from Corey—and he’s just going to work on that loudmouth.

Clearwater: That soccer kick struck with lightning! I don’t think a seat in the house tonight couldn’t hear it.

St. Remi: He’s getting back for that butterfly suplex… oh no! Not that!

Corey Black powers a feisty Masuda onto his shoulders. He struggles but cannot get free from Black’s hold… just before Teijin’s neck bashes against Black’s knee. Both slump over in pain.

Clearwater: King’s Ransom! But who knows much Corey Black used up to deliver that rocking maneuver.

St. Remi: Teijin is out hard, yo. That thing hit like a freight train.

Clearwater: Black clawing his way for a cover!

1!

2!

3 –

St. Remi: Teijin gets an arm up in time!

Clearwater: Black hammer fisting at Teijin, but the official steps in after five seconds.

St. Remi: These men are beating each other to death. Hard telling if anyone walks away from this one, bro.

Clearwater: My thoughts exactly—Corey Black throws Masuda into the ropes… and knees him hard.

St. Remi: You don’t want to eat any more of those. They’ll tear you apart!

Using the ropes for leverage, Corey modifies this for a muy thai clutch for precise knees. Each one hits with massive force until a raging palm answers back. The thunder clasp from Teijin chopping the King’s exposed chest leaves the entire audience silent. He then traps Black’s arm into an illegal arm triangle over the top rope. Teijin wrenches Black arm until the official nearly DQ’s him for not letting go.

Clearwater: Masuda. Teijin… this kid is dangerous! He could have seriously injured Corey Black with that!

St. Remi: Desperate times call for desperate measures, bro.

Clearwater: Whoa whoa whoa! Corey black, even down to one arm, has Teijin in a half-nelson!

St. Remi: He’s leaning over the ropes—Half Nelson Suplex!

“Holy Shit!” “Holy Shit!” “Holy Shit!”

Clearwater: Will anyone survive until the end? These four men have taken each other apart!

St. Remi: Who cares, bro? Because these fans are getting a show of the century!

Crowds stamper, getting both men to their feet. Sides are forgotten. Odd sins left at the door for this moment, when stiff puroresu elbows, fists and leg kicks chip away at Corey Black and Masuda Teijin. Somewhere, with a godlike hand surging from an endorphin push, CD rears back with a massive superman punch. Teijin stumbles into the ropes with a second one incoming. He ducks and counters with a saito suplex that a determined King flips out of into a superhero landing. Fans go ape shit.

Clearwater: That was amazing! Corey Black sees every battle miles ahead of his competition!

St. Remi: Maybe, but Teijin is resurging… oh man god, those chops from Masuda. I don’t think we’ve seen ones like that since his uncle dominated the APW ring.

Clearwater: Another! Is he trying to stop the man’s heart?

St. Remi: Enzugiri from Black! How much is enough!

Teijin spins back and dropkicks Black at the knee. Then to everyone’s surprise, he hops onto Black’s shoulders and executes a rear facing double arm lever.

Clearwater: What the hell is that?

St. Remi: I don’t know—but Corey Black is trapped!

Clearwater: Teijin is collapsing his entire body like a stapler! Can Corey Black hold on?

Corey Black, on the verge of tapping, swings a leg free with forceful torsion to where flops forward like a catfish out of water. His need to get to FPV pushes him a few paces before Teijin flips the whole thing over into a cattle mutilation.

Clearwater: Jesus H Christ!

St. Remi: These two will not give up!

Corey black kicks up with violent thrusts—twice almost grazing the outstretched fingertips of Frank Patrick Venable—until he somehow regains a seated position from the hold. He then pushes up with all his might, taking the young Teijin for a ride, before delivering an earthshattering vertebraker. Neither man gets up from that.

“Holy Shit!” “Holy Shit!” “Holy Shit!”

St. Remi: Frank is cheering his boy to the block. Teijin slugging his way to the turnbuckle. Bro, this is a classic.

Clearwater: Oh no, not like this… Black makes the tag! And Teijin is in no man’s land.

St. Remi: Rising curb stomp, pinning Masuda in place. These fans can feel it!

Frank helps Corey back to his feet, where they stand on either side of the Masuda Teijin, now clutched tight with an arm and underhook above their heads—both men then leap into the air, backflip around the opponent's arm and head, landing in a double reverse DDT (Double Destino, if you will).

Clearwater: Atomic Heat Beam! Masuda Teijin is down!

1!

2!

St. Remi: Corey Black makes the save—a shoulder block to stop a raging Aaron Blaze!

3!

Jessica Kaine: And your winners… the Man! Made! Gods!

FPV and Corey Black stand tall in the ring to a deafening cheer from the fans, their music drowned out by the thunderous applause. Each man climbs opposite corners, playing to the crowd as the camera pans around then pulls out to a wide shot.

Clearwater: Ladies and gentlemen, that is our show for tonight! We're down to four teams advancing to the semi-finals next Monday night, and from there to the Main Event at Battlecade! For APW, this is Mike Clearwater, signing off! Goodnight Alpha Faithful!

Fade out to the Alpha Pro logo superimposed on a black screen.

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