MONDAY NIGHT METAL S02/E12 04/13/20

Clearwater: Welcome back to metal with three competitors have already taken over the ring.

Remi: Before we get the last member to this party, we want to welcome to the show.

Clearwater: Must be Monday Night, partner, so you know what time it is?

Remi: Time to get metal, bruh!

“Crazy Motherfucker” by Adam Bomb starts to play and Jordi rushes out from the back snarling and cursing at fans while swinging around his trash can wildly. He tosses the can into the ring, slaps himself in the face a few times to get himself fired up and rolls into the ring ready for combat.

Clearwater: And there he is, the Trash King has arrived to Alpha Pro Wrestling!

Remi: He does so against the likes of Latoya Hixx, Vincent Vayne and Sarah Roberts.

Clearwater: These fans agree with our view—this should be a fight!


   Ding!                          Ding!


Clearwater: And there’s the bell… Hixx going straight for Vincent Vayne with a crescent kick!

Remi: Fireworks early, and now she spins a roundhouse kick, sending the Trash King into a far corner.

Clearwater: Hixx wants this one bad. You can really feel this moment catching up to us all.

Hixx overextends her position, leaving her blindsided by a shoulder charge from Sarah Roberts. The two tumble through the ropes with Hixx getting the better of their exchange. Trash King Jordi recovers from that early set back and locks up with Vincent Vayne. He throws Vayne to the canvas and hits the ropes, returning to hit a crowd-popping spinout elbow drop.

Clearwater: They love him!

Remi: How can’t you love this man? He’s fantastic, bro!

Clearwater: Certainly his own breed—Wow! Vayne rises and adds a huge lariat for good measure!

Remi: There’s Hixx! Better watch out boys!

Clearwater: Crucifix pin by Hixx!

Remi: Can she stick the landing--she's got him down the mat!

1!

2!

Clearwater: Jordi breaks it up in time… it was almost there! Hixx could taste victory!

Remi: Ain’t no maybes in wrestling, bro. Only Dubs and L’s!

Clearwater: Hixx goes after the Trash King with a bicycle kick!

Remi: Jordi rolled to the side!

Clearwater: Trash Disposal! Jordi just press slammed Hixx over the third rope!

Vincent Vayne tries to roll him up, but Jordi braces on the ropes, foiling the would-be attempt. Vayne recovers in time to see Sara Roberts leap back into the ring. She leaps onto his shoulders, but Vincent makes a swift counter that ends as midair elbow cutter.

Clearwater: Nightmare on Vayne Street! Roberts is dead to rights!

Remi: Now he’s going after the Trash King!

Clearwater: Big exchanges from Jordi and Vincent! Who wants it more?

Latoya Hixx appears on the apron before crawling to the top rope. She waits for a mark, but instead leaps for both men. The Trash King pushes Vincent in the way, letting Hixx drill him to the floor with a nasty bulldog takedown. Vayne rolls out of the ring, yet that impressive move leaves Hixx open for a chokehold. Jordi pleads with the crowd as he unleashes hell in the form of a relentless attack of unplanned, violent punches. He does so many that the official has no choice but get involved.

Clearwater: That was ridiculous… look out! Here comes Roberts again!

Remi: She looks pissed!

She kicks Jordi in the gut, setting up some variety of piledriver. Fans erupts when the Trash King counters with a high angle back body drop. Sara gets to her feet only to be the victim of sidewalk slam into a lights out backbreaker.

Clearwater: F**ker F*****! What a devastating maneuver!

Remi: His snapped her in two!

1!

2!

3!

Jessica Kaine: And your winner… “the Trash King” Jordi Trash!

Remi: Look at him go, bro! Get you some string fella!

Clearwater: A stunning win, and even brighter debut for the Trash King.

Remi: He overcame odds, and stood his ground against some of the hungriest talent on this roster.

Clearwater: And with that we go to messages. Metal will be right back after this!

St. Remington: Welcome back bros! I’m joined at ringside by the one and only Mad Max for our next match up!

Mad Max: that’s right! It’s my sista’s from another mista taking on those two buffoons in already the ring... My Menstrual Cycle consisting of Jason Ryan and Dumbass Jonathon No Style.

St. Remington: tell us how you really feel bro!

"Five Minutes Alone” begins to play as the houselights flicker with the rough guitar and bass riffs. Phil’s one of a kind voice feels the arena.

~I see you had your mind all made up, you group of pitiful liars
Before I woke to face the day your master plan transpired
Something told me this job has more to meet the eye
My song is not believed? My words somewhat deceiving?~

Jessica Kaine: Introducing first…

~ Five Minutes Alone ~

The jumbtron 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 the Strader sisters, Meghan and Tamika roll out to a thunderous ovation on their custom Harley Davidon Wide Glides airbrushed the cFh logo on their tanks in greyscale. The Sisters Strader rev their motorcycle as the screaming eagle pipes fill the arena with raw Harley power.

~ You've waged a war of nerves but you can't crush the kingdom
Can't be what your idols are, can't leave the scar torn
You cry for compensation, I ask you please just give us 

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

~ Five Minutes Alone
Five Minutes Alone~

Meghan and Maxine stop and salute the crowd with fists high up in the air. They rev their motorcycles again before continuing to ride down to the squared circle.

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

~ I read your eyes, your mind was made up you took me for a fool
You used complexion of my skin for a counter racist tool, you can't burn me
I've spilled my guts out in the past taken advantage of
'Cause you know where I've come from, my past ~

Meghan takes the right and Tamika the left as they circle around the ring to the rear of it.

~You've waged a war of nerves but you can't crush the kingdom
Can't be what your idols are, can't leave the scar torn
I'll bury your compensation, I ask you please just give us~

The ladies turn off the iginitions on their Harley’s popping out their kickstands and get off their bikes as they soak in the fan reaction.

~ Five Minutes Alone
Five Minutes Alone
Five Minutes Alone, fuck, lets break some fucking glass!~

Meghan and Tamika stand centre of the ring, fist bump and take their respective corner as Meghan is decided to be the first to get in on the action.

St. Remington: Those are cool bikes bro!

Mad Max: Those aren’t even the nice ones and they are sexy as fuck as it is!

Jessica Kaine: And their opponents, representing the BLOODLINE -- JASON RYAN and LA JOHNNY STYLEZ!

Slayer's "Bloodline" hits the speakers, nearly drowned out by a roar of disapproval as Ryan and Stylez step onto the stage. Ignoring the jeers from the fans, both men make their way down the ramp, slapping aside hands extended with pens for autographs or phones with the hope of a selfie. Jason leaps onto the apron and vaults over the top, while Stylez rolls in underneath the ropes.

Meghan starts off this contest with LA Johnny Styles of the Bloodline. Johnny asks for a test of strength but Meghan delivers a kick to his shins in stead. Johnny holds at his offended shin, Meghan with a beautiful roundhouse that sends Johnny stumbling away. Meghan hits the ropes, slaps the outstretched hand of Tamika and bounces towards Johnny. A leap frog sends her over Johnny, Tamika with a running bulldog to the surprised Styles takes him down. Jasmine Silk makes sure to get Meghan back to the CFH corner, she obliges willingly as she blows a kiss to the fallen Stylez.

St. Remington: Your mentor is playing games, bro.

Mad Max: She’s a master of mind games. Look how bent out of shape the Architects have been lately!

Tamika pulls Johnny up to his feet Irish whip into the ropes. Johnny springs back from the middle rope, connecting with a back elbow right into Tamika's mouth and catching her by surprise. Johnny pulls her up, forearm to the mouth to further stun her before a stinging chop to the chest sends her back first into the corner. Johnny lifts his hand to tag in Jason, but Tamika shoves him forward as she dives as well. Johnny stumbles back, Tamika rolls forward springing up to her feet and delivering a surprise clothesline that takes Johnny down to the canvas. Tamika off the ropes with another tag, but this one to Meghan who leaps to the top turnbuckle. Tamika jumps into the air, leg drop across Johnny's throat before Meghan dives as Tamika rolls off to deliver a knee drop into his stomach. Meghan holds for the cover and here comes Jason to the rescue.

ONE!

The pin is stopped as Johnny kicks out easily enough in the early going.

Mad Max: Too early for a pin, but Tamika has a damn fine set of legs!

St. Remington: That she does bro, that she does.

Tamika with a chop, but Jason catches the wrist and turns it into a hip toss sending Tamika backwards. Jason in the ropes, baseball slide sends him and Tamika out to the floor. Meghan pulls herself up to her feet, helping Johnny up as well. Whip into the ropes, Johnny with a leap jumps over Meghan. Johnny doesn't wait though as he launches himself over the top rope to the outside and sends Tamika chest first into the announce table positioned at ringside. Johnny hops up to his feet, happy with the turn of events.

Mad Max: Meghan flying over!

St. Remington: Look out bro!

Mad Max: Remi, I’m not your bro. I’m yo sista, ya dig?!

Johnny's chin smacks heavily onto the table. Up in the ring Silk has decided to start the count.

One!

Tamika gets up with the help of Jason. Whip into the ringpost, Tamika hooks her arm around the post swinging around to meet Jason with the toe of her boots. Jason ducks under and catches her swinging legs by the ankle. Jason continues the spin, spinebuster onto the floor.

Two!

St. Remington: Tamika was just slammed on her neck and shoulders!

Mad Max: I'll take care of her.

Jason gets up to his feet, before walking over to where Meghan is chopping the chest of LA Johnny Styles.

Three!

Johnny has just reached the three count, as these two teams go at it on the outside. Jason pulls Meghan by the hair, and that is a major accident on his part. Meghan drops down, sweeping Jason' legs out from under him and she rides him on down to the floor with her forearm slamming heavily into his throat. Meghan shouts something unintelligible into his face before Johnny yanks her off his Bloodline leader and tag team partner. Johnny rolls her back into the ring where this match is supposed to take place. Silk ends her count. Jason begins making his way to his corner as Tamika does the same, though she rubs at her neck a bit along the way. Johnny whips Meghan into the ropes, she slides between his legs and he spins around. Johnny has learned a bit though as the toe of his boot connects solidly with Meghan's temple and she slumps forward. Johnny catches her and slams her to the canvas with a belly to belly suplex. Johnny off the ropes with a baseball slide that sends Meghan rolling over near the corner.

St. Remington: LA Johnny Styles climbing up top here.

Mad Max: Well he is a fucking idiot.

Johnny is in position for his patented shooting star press and leaps!

Meghan rolls out of the way!

St. Remington: Crash landing for LA Johnny Styles bro I mean sista!.

Mad Max: Live by the flight, die by the flight.

Johnny is holding himself after the impact of body and canvas, but Meghan is getting up shaking her head as she leans on the ropes. She runs forward aiming a kick at Johnny's head, but he manages to fight through the pain and flip her over onto her back, perhaps out of desperation? Johnny rushes forward to the ropes, he pulls himself up. Meghan is up as well and she doesn't look happy. Collar and elbow, Johnny with the size advantage quickly overpowers the smaller Meghan. Meghan twists and ducks under to be behind Johnny, she slams her knee into the back of his sending him down to the canvas. Meghan with a side headlock, she walks Johnny forward on his knees reaching out and tagging in her sister

Mad Max: Tamika didn’t take kindly to what Stylez had to say about me this week and she’s gonna kick his ass.

St. Remington: You three are really tight... Do you ever, you know, have pillow fights??

Tamika exchanges the position with Meghan, using the side headlock to wear Johnny down for a big set up move then a finisher. Johnny fights up to his feet. Elbow to her stomach, a second, and a third breaks the hold. Johnny off the ropes sends his shoulder into Tamika's midsection doubling her over at the waist. Johnny off the ropes with a springboard and he catches Tamika with a tornado DDT!

St. Remington: That is one path to chronic headaches right there.

Mad Max: Well, Tamika and Meghan aren't future APW Tag Champs for nothing.

Johnny makes a cover, Jasmine Silk into position.

ONE!

TWO!!

Meghan in with the save before Jason can make it there. Meghan looks up at the sound of his approach. Reverse roundhouse but Jason catches her on both sides of his neck. Jason walks forward.

Mad Max: Reverse hurricanrana by Meghan!

St. Remington: But Johnny and Tamika are the legal participants!

Meghan turns around, Johnny levels her with a shoulder block into the corner. Johnny off the ropes as Meghan stumble steps out and Johnny with a springboard bulldog takes her down. But here comes Tamika, you can never count out a Strader. Johnny drops to one knee and launches himself towards Tamika with a clothesline; Tamika is unable to avoid the big blow as she flips over backwards from the impact. Johnny helps Jason up to his feet. Johnny stumbles under Jason' weight over to their corner where he legally tags Jason into the match.

Mad Max: Looks like that bitch Stylez is a little tired.

St. Remington: Well for whatever reason he wanted to be the legal guy here more often. Seems like his hatred is personal for no real rhyme or reason.

Tamika up on the apron as Meghan is crouching in wait. Jason looks over to Tamika as Meghan rolls into a crouch behind him. Jason turns around just as Meghan launches herself with a double face kick. Jason falls into the ropes and bounces off; Meghan continues by whipping him into the opposite ropes. Meghan reaches over for the tag, as Tamika is now the legal participant in the match. Jason rebounds, Tamika rolls under hitting off the ropes herself. Jason rebounds and Tamika leaps into the air, as though for a leap frog and as Jason ducks under, she comes down with both knees right onto the back of his neck. Jason is hurt and Tamika rolls him over for a pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!!

Johnny in to break it up, but here comes Meghan again. Jasmine Silk is able to get to the hold quickly, forcing both back to their respective corners. Tamika with a stinging chop to the chest then a beautiful roundhouse elbow right to his jaw that rocks his head sideways. Tamika is paying him back for that spinebuster earlier. Tamika whips him towards the ropes and here comes Meghan into the ring. Meghan hits a bodyslam on the rebounding Jason as Tamika levels Johnny with a superkick before hitting the ropes herself. The crowd starts to roar catching the in ring particpants by surprise. Damon Warrens and Lex Collins have made their way through the crowd, jumping the ring barrier.

St. Remington: What are they doing out here?

Mad Max: It looks like they are staring at Stylez.... .

Without hesitation Damon and Lex begin stomping the holy hell out of LA Johnny Stylez causing Jasmine to call for the bell!

Jessica Kaine: and your winners by Disqualification.... BLOODLINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Meghan, Tamika and Max are all up and begin to chase the Architects but they make their way through the crowd avoiding a confrontation. The camera pans back and forth between the pissed off Cowgirls from ringside to the arrogant cocky smiles of the World and North American Champions.

Flop vs "Breezy" Eli Beazley (c)

Jessica Kaine: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the APW Junior Heavyweight Championship! Coming first to the ring, the challenger... Formerly known as Flop, he is HIERONYMUS WATTS!!!

"Telling Ghosts" by Puscifer begins to play over the PA system. Hieronymus Watts walks out on the stage. He stares into the crowd as the opening lyrics pollute the airwaves.

The more you take, the more you need
The more you suck, the more you bleed
The dead know better, so listen to the letter
The more you suck, the more you bleed

Hieronymus Watts makes his way to the ring, as the song continues to play. Watts rolls under the bottom rope as his theme music finishes playing.

Jessica Kaine: And his opponent -- YOUR APW Junior Heavyweight Champion -- "BREEZY" 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 .



Immediately the two men lock up, and Flop pushes Breezy to the corner. The ref orders them to break it apart, and Flop steps back, arms in the air. He backs to the center of the ring and Breezy follows! Again, the two lock up and then twist around, each viewing for the advantage and this time Breezy pushes Flop to the opposite corner. Again, the referee is there and orders them to break apart. Breezy backs away, arms in the air.

Clearwater: Show of respect by both men.

St. Remington: Breezy days as Junior Champion will come to a end bro.

Clearwater: I don’t know Remi, Breezy hasn’t missed a beat yet!

Flop steps out and motions for a third lock up. They return to the corner again, but this time, Flop doesn’t break the hold and the ref is forced to separate them. As he does, Breezy uses the distraction to come out of the corner fast, but Flop is ready and sidesteps him, smacking Breezy on the back of the head as he passes. Breezy twists, staring at Flop who returns a steady look.

Clearwater: Flop playing a bit with Breezy, trying to get under his skin!.

St. Remington: If Flop doesn’t take his strap, I think there’s a little ball of chaos that is looking to get a shot, bro.

Breezy rushes Flop who answers with a hard swing, taking Breezy down to the canvas! Breezy staggers back to his feet only to receive a knife edge chop, and then two hard punches before Flop grabs his head and brings him to the corner, smashing him face first into the turnbuckle. Breezy turns, and Flop delivers two more knife-edge chops followed by two punches before directing him away from the corner against the ropes. Flop then whips Breezy across the ring, but Breezy reverses it and Flop is sent to the ropes. Breezy bends over for a back body drop but telegraphs it too long and Flop stops short and hits a forearm smash to the back of Breezy’s neck.

Clearwater: Flop with the advantage now, hammering Breezy with hard hits to the back of the neck!

St. Remington: Breezy should be more careful not to give away his moves like that!

Flop then answers with a DDT, sending Breezy down hard. He then covers Breezy.

ONE!

TWO!!

Kick out!

Clearwater: A little early to do that, but it definitely sends a message to the Champ!

Breezy gets up slowly, and Flop goes to measure for another hit, but Breezy falls through the second and third ropes, landing outside the ring to collect himself. Flop is forced back by the referee, who turns to administer the ten count.

St. Remington: Admittedly, that’s a smart move to get his bearings back bro!

Breezy doesn’t take the whole ten, as he shuffles back into the ring. Flop is right there, however, grabbing Breezy and forcing him to the ropes. Another Irish-whip by Flop, which again Breezy reverses, but as Flop comes back, Breezy finds himself down on the canvas with a shoulder block. He stands quickly, but gets body slammed back down, and covered.

ONE!

Kick out!

Clearwater: Breezy set something off in Flop! Flop is really taking it to him!

Flop brings Breezy up and drives two knee lifts and an elbow to the back of the shoulders before a knife edge and a right punch staggers Breezy and Flop hooks him up into a suplex! As they land, Flop floats over for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!!

Kick out!

Clearwater: Nice suplex, but it doesn’t get the job done.

St. Remington: Yeah it’s gonna take a lot more, bro!

Flop again is on his feet, pulling Breezy with him and he staggers Breezy with three right hands, the third landing Breezy on his ass on the mat. Flop again covers.

ONE!

TWO!!

Shoulder up.

Clearwater: Flop is dominating here, Breezy better find another path if he wants to start mounting some offense!

St. Remington: He really wants to win, bro!

Flop stands, and turns a moment to feel the crowd behind him. Breezy stumbles up to his feet, and when Flop turns to attack, a thumb to the eye changes the momentum! With Flop temporarily blinded, Breezy offers his own set of rights and lefts. A good half dozen shots sends Flop down hard on his back. Quickly, Breezy pulls Flop up and tosses him into the ropes, hanging arms and shoulders over the bottom rope. Breezy then goes and sits on top of Flop, squeezing his body against the bottom ropes. The ref is quickly there, counting the five that Breezy has to break the hold.

Clearwater: Breezy getting frustrated!

Breezy jumps off and as Flop pulls himself away, Breezy punches him once and sends him to the corner. Breezy strikes with two more right hands, before Flop answers with one of his own. Flop follows with another two punches before Breezy stops him with a kick to the stomach and then a kick to his left knee, putting Flop down to one knee. Breezy then grabs him by the hair and pulls Flop up, and pushes him to the corner before whipping his across the ring. Flop hits hard with his back against the turnbuckle as Breezy follows in with a clothesline. With no where to go, Flop’s head snaps backwards.

St. Remington: Get that concussion protocol ready, bros in the back!

Again, Breezy resorts to some stiff kicks to Flop’s midsection, putting him down in the corner. Breezy doesn’t stop until Flop is laying flat on his back and it takes the referee to get Breezy out of the corner.

Clearwater: What a mean streak coming out of the Champ!

Breezy feigns to hear the ref’s warning, before coming back in to collect Flop. However, Flop shoots out of the corner with a stiff shot to Breezy’s gut, taking the air out his lungs. Then, from a kneeling position, Flop drives a hard shot into Breezy’s jaw, causing him to turn away with the force of the hit. Breezy then allows his body to turn back the other 180 and he answers with a kick to the head, sending Flop down on his stomach. As Flop goes to the corner to right himself, Breezy follows with three hard kicks, slowing Flop down and allowing Breezy to back away and catch his breath. Breezy steps in and suddenly Flop shoots out of the corner with a shoulder block, sending Breezy on his back and Flop back down to his knees!

St. Remington: hey bro, he looks like he’s been in that positioning before!

Clearwater: How old are you, Remi?

It’s only to the count of four before Flop stirs and starts to climb back to his feet, however, Breezy also rights himself and even does so a bit quicker. Before Flop is all the way up, Breezy goes for a right hand, but Flop blocks it and strikes back, twisting Breezy away. Breezy tries again, but again is blocked and receives a right hand that staggers him. Flop quickly exercises his right to abuse Breezy’s face with two more hard right hands, knocking Breezy down. Flop then forces him up and whips him across the ring, and delivers a side kick to Breezy’s jaw, sending him hard to the mat again.

Remi: Not looking good for the Breezy One right now! Flop pulling the champ to his feet -- looking for a suplex again... BUT BREEZY COUNTERS!

Clearwater: Beazley slipping behind Flop and locks in a full Nelson! Beazley has the advantage now! He lifts -- BREEZY BOMB! And the cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Jessica Kaine: The winner of this match -- and STILL your Alpha Pro Wrestling Junior Heavyweight Champion -- "BREEZY" ELI BEAZLEY!!!

"Don't Stop Me Now"  hits the speakers as Breezy lifts his title high in the air to a big pop from the fans. Flop slips out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp, pausing once to cast a glance back at Eli, pointing at the belt, then at his own waist with a twisted smirk on his lips.

“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 to compete in his white trunks with a large red maple leaf on the left side and the word CLASSIC written elegantly across the back in silver. He has red kneepads, and white patent leather boots, accented at the wrists with white tape. Jones stops at the top of the ramp and looks out across the crowd as many of them chant "Classic! Classic! Classic!"

Ring Announcer Jessica Kaine: Coming down the aisle... representing The Architects... from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... weighing in at two hundred twenty-nine pounds... this is "Classic" SMITH JONES!!!

Smith keeps constantly checking behind him as he walks down to ringside. Maybe he’s watching out for Soul Reaver. Maybe he’s cautious about Cowgirls. Whatever’s on his mind, it has overtaken his physicality. He looks nervous. He mounts the steel ring steps and wipes his feet respectfully on the ring apron before parting the ropes and taking centre. As he stretches up for the fight to come, he looks in all directions to make sure he’s in no more danger than he already is.

Clearwater: We saw The Architects cost the Cowgirls From Hell their match against Jason Ryan and Stylez earlier tonight, but conspicuous by his absence in that attack was Smith Jones! We’re normally used to seeing all three members of The Architects working together to make their presence known here in Alpha Pro! But, lately we’re seeing division from this group as the Cowgirls seem to be taking advantage of the growing cracks in their façade.

Remi: Or maybe it’s just as simple as focus! Smith Jones has this massive match right now and he didn’t need to go risking getting hurt out there in that attack! Lex Collins and Damon Warrens are perfectly capable of getting the job done as they did earlier tonight against the Bloodline and the Cowgirls From Hell!

Clearwater: Maybe so. Smith does have his hands full with this man!

“Godzilla” by Blue Oyster Cult hits the PA System and Soul Reaver appears at the top of the ramp. Smith’s eyes go wide at the size of him, even from this great distance.

Ring Announcer Jessica Kaine: And introducing his opponent... from Parts Unknown... standing seven feet, four inches tall and weighing in at fiiiiiiive hundred pounds… he is SOUL REAVER!!!!

Remi: I’m excited to see this one, Clearwater! After the motivation that Dr. Thomas Fischer has provided is going to mean big, big trouble for Smitty!

Clearwater: I wouldn’t want to be facing this version of Soul Reaver! Look at him! Wow!

Reaver does not appear to be in a good mood at all. He spends no time interacting with the fans. Reaver lets out a loud roar! Wearing a large scowl, he walks down to the ring. At ringside he reaches up and grabs the top rope and pulls himself onto the apron. As Soul Reaver steps over the top rope, Smith Jones dives out of the ring on the far side. Reaver walks to the middle of the ring where he glares out of the ring at the classic superstar. Smith moves around the ring, trying to escape Reaver’s gaze, but he cannot break free from his sights.

Smitty: Hey, Spanky! Get him back!!!

Presiding official Spanky O'Shaughnessey tries to get Soul Reaver to allow Smith Jones into the ring. Reaver glares at the referee and takes a step forward instead of back.

Smitty: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, woah, woah, you know we can’t start this match until you GET HIM BACK!!!

Spanky: Back it up, Reaver!! Let’s go!!

Reaver tilts his head slightly to one side and glares curiously at the ref before finally taking a few steps back to allow Smith room for ‘safe’ entry. Jones ssssllllloooowwwwlllllyyyyyyy climbs to the ring apron. His eyes bulge wide as he and Reaver stare at one another. Smitty sssssllllllloooooooooowwwwlllllyyyy steps in through the ropes. As soon as both of his feet hit the canvas…



...Jones dives out of the ring as fast as he can!!! Soul Reaver steps over the top rope onto the ring apron. Jones rushes in to clothesline Reaver’s legs out from under him, but Reaver is simply too large for that! Jones shakes out his arm. As he turns to attack Soul Reaver, Reaver is airborne, diving from the ring apron with a clothesline to the ringside floor!!!

Clearwater: Smith Jones is down flat on his back here at ringside!!!

Soul Reaver gets up and lets out a long, loud bellow to the crowd.

Crowd: Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!

Clearwater: Remi, call this replay!!

Remi: Jones has his back turned after trying to clip those ginormous tree trunk legs out from under Soul Reaver. Shakes the arm off to keep the blood flowing, but here, look behind Smith as Reaver jumps from that ring apron. He turns, but Jones simply has no time to react before he’s hit by a jumbo jet and is absolutely laid to waste by that diving clothesline from Soul Reaver!!!

Clearwater: But, as we now look again at live action, that massive attack by Reaver may have cost him a bit here. He’s already favouring that left knee. He came down awkwardly there. Not typical behaviour from a man this size!!

Remi: That just speaks to how well Doc Fischer has motivated his giant and how much that giant wants to do great damage to Smith Jones!!

Reaver grabs Jones by the hair and immediately smashes Smith’s face against the ring post! CRACK!! Reaver gets Jones up again and tosses him into the ring. Smitty’s body rolls and stops on his back mid ring. Reaver rolls into the ring under the bottom rope and crawls directly into a pin.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THR--!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!


Clearwater: Smith Jones just BARELY kicked out!!!

Reaver gets to his feet, slightly hampered by his aching knee from that diving clothesline. He gets a handful of hair again and pulls Jones to his feet. He picks Jones up high above his head with a gorilla press. Reaver walks around the ring, showing Smitty off to the crowd and threatening to throw him out there! Smith squirms and breaks free, sliding headfirst down his back directly into a sunset flip, but the big man resists and instead drops down to crush Jones with an Earthquake seated splash! Smith scoots out of the way just in time! He moves over to the ropes and waits as Reaver slowly gets up. It is at this moment that Jones first notices the bad wheel. Smith waits even longer. Soul Reaver throws a huge punch, but Jones ducks it and runs the far ropes. He comes back to be met with a back elbow from Reaver, but Jones ducks that too and runs the other ropes. Smith comes back with a running crossbody to Soul Reaver, but Reaver counters with a super-sized open handed chop to the chest of Smith Jones mid-flight!! SLAP!!!

Crowd: Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!

Clearwater: Just a searing chop from Soul Reaver that echoed all over this arena!!

Remi: It’s still echoing, Clearwater! Jones is down on the canvas, heaving and wheezing for breath! And look at the size of that handprint on Smith’s chest!!! That is just unreal!

Reaver picks Jones up and just launches him up into the sky with a standing back body drop! Pause. BOOOOOM!!! He gets Jones up again and connects with a heabutt right between the eyes! Smitty is in spaghetti legs, stumbling down to kneeling, then up to one knee, then up to both feet, and then back down to all fours.

Clearwater: He’s trying to ignore the dizzying impact and fight through it, but Soul Reaver is just too impactful to ignore!

Remi: It’s just one of those situations where mind over matter is not an option!

Reaver kicks Jones hard in the ribs. He tumbles into a corner and drags himself up to a standing base, leaning hard against the turnbuckles for support. Reaver charges in with a corner splash, but Jones dodges it and rolls to centre. He meets Reaver there and goes for an Irish whip to the ropes. Reaver counters with a whip of his own, sending Smith careening off the ropes for a massive big boot!! Jones goes low and connects with a chop block to the front of Soul Reaver’s knee!!! The giant crashes down to the mat screaming out in agony!!

Crowd: Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!!

Remi: That is, of course, the same left knee that Reaver tweaked right at the beginning of this match!! Classic Smith Jones to capitalize on that minor injury and make it major!

Smith is still in quite a lot of pain himself, trying to catch his breath and trying to regain his equilibrium. He uses the ropes to help himself stand. Smith moves in towards the now kneeling Soul Reaver and throws a haymaker to Reaver’s skull. Jones recoils in pain, holding his hurt hand. Reaver throws a punch to the stomach from one knee, doubling Jones. Smith Jones has another idea. He tries to move as quickly as he can towards the corner. He climbs the turnbuckles on the inside facing out as fast as possible, which isn’t very fast. Soul Reaver gets himself to a standing position just as Jones comes flying off with a picture perfect tope rope diving moonsault, tucking his knees mid flight and busting Reaver’s mouth wide open!!

Clearwater: Smitty’s signature The Crestfall just busted Reaver’s lip!! We’ve got colour here, ladies and gentlemen!

Remi: Soul Reaver is stunned! Can Smitty capitalize?!

Jones hits the ropes and comes back with a running dropkick that staggers the giant. Again, Jones runs the ropes and connects with a second running dropkick up around the lower chest area. Smith pumps his fist and runs the ropes a third time, coming back to throw yet another running dropkick to the torso of Soul Reaver with all his might! Yes!! The giant tumbles through the ropes to ringside!!! The crowd is coming completely unglued!!! Smith runs the far ropes and comes diving through with a suicide dive!!! Reaver crashes against the retaining wall and hits the ground with an audible THUD.

Clearwater: Smith Jones just threw himself headfirst into Tomorrow!!! The giant is down at ringside!!!

Jones scurries up onto the apron and scales the ropes. Smith Jones does not pause as he steps off onto the wind with a swanton bomb from the top rope to the fallen giant on the ringside floor!!! Both men are down as ref Spanky administers the count!

ONE…

Neither man has moved.

TWO…

Smith begins to show signs of life.

THREE…

Soul Reaver is completely lifeless.

FOUR…

Crowd: Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!! Clas-sic!!!

FIVE…

Smitty hears the roar of the crowd and it stirs him to sit up.

SIX…

The giant still isn’t moving.

SEVEN…

Jones gets to his feet and dives into the ring!

EIGHT…

The giant finally begins to stir. But, is it too late?

NINE...

Clearwater: Wait a minute! Meghan Kelser is out here!! Where did she come from?? She’s up on the ring apron!!!

Referee Spanky O'Shaughnessey breaks his count to deal with Meghan Kelser! Smith Jones turns his attention to her as well, getting into her face and yelling at her with absolute rage. The ref pushes Jones back towards the middle of the ring and then goes again to address Kelser. Soul Reaver comes in behind Jones and hits him with a giant spear to the spine!!! Smith’s body crashes into ref O’Shaughnessey whose head smashes against Meghan Kelser, sending her falling to the floor below!!! Meghan is down! The ref is down! Smitty is down! Soul Reaver gets up and goes to the corner. He grabs hold of the top turnbuckle pad with one hand and rips it open!! All of the stuffing falls out of it, exposing the steel turnbuckle ring! Reaver grabs Jones and hoists him high in the air for a running buckle bomb to the exposed turnbuckle!!!

Clearwater: Smith Jones might be broken at this point!! I don’t see how he’s going to get up from an impact like that… ever!!!

Remi: Look at this replay. First, let’s not ignore this moment where Soul Reaver tore the turnbuckle pad clear open with his bare hand!! And then with the turnbuckle ring exposed, Reaver lifts Jones up to the kind of height only achievable by one man in this locker room combined with unbelievable speed. This giant-sized running buckle bomb might be the last we see of Smith Jones for a long time! Is he moving?

Clearwater: Woah. Wait. Reaver’s not done, here!

Soul Reaver picks Jones up again and drops him from about nine feet in the air with a devastating Jackknife Powerbomb in the centre of the ring!!! Reaver makes the pin by stepping on Jones’ chest with one foot!!!

Remi: Ref!!!

Clearwater: He’s there!!!


ONE!!!


TWO!!!


THREE!!!



Ring Announcer Jessica Kaine: Here is your winner… SOUL REAVERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!

Remi: WHAT?! WOW!!!

Clearwater: Soul Reaver has just pinned Smith Jones in the middle of the ring!!!

Crowd: Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!

Remi: Meghan Kelser cost Smitty this match!!! He had it won with the countout, but Meghan--

Clearwater: We don’t really know that for sure, the referee’s count was interrupted!!

Remi: You gotta be kidding me!!! Soul Reaver was down and out after that swanton bomb at ringside!! There’s no way he was making it back into that ring!!!

Clearwater: What kind of shape is Smith Jones going to be when he faces Meghan Kelser inside that enclosed steel cage two weeks from tonight at Gods of Wrestling??!?

Remi: Meghan's definitely gotten under Smith's skin and now she has actually interfered and had an effect on the outcome of this match!!

“Godzilla” by Blue Oyster Cult plays as Soul Reaver yells and growls in the middle of the ring over a completely lifeless Smith Jones. Meghan Kelser has recovered at ringside and is laughing at the top of her lungs at the havoc she’s just caused. Lex and Damon come running in from the crowd as Meghan takes off up the ramp and out of the arena. As Reaver stands over Smith, Damon grabs an ankle as Lex grabs a wrist and they drag Jones out of the ring to safety. Lex gets Smitty in a fireman’s carry as they walk up the ramp to the locker room area. Soul Reaver stands tall in the middle of the ring as we fade to commercial.

El Meurtos stands in the ring awaiting Aaron Blaze. The arena lights go out as smoke machines begin 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: From Seattle, Washington...weighing in at One Hundred and Eighty-Seven pounds he is the "Prince of Pain"....Aaron Blaze"!!

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. By now the [3:48] music fades to silence as Aaron waits for his match to begin.

Clearwater: El Muertos and Aaron Blaze definitely have some bad blood to sort out!

St. Remington: Maybe one of them will die bro!

Aaron Blaze and El Meurtos stand in the middle of the ring, sizing each othis up. They begin to circle, looking for openings, occasionally making motions to attack. Finally, El Meurtos makes to lock up, but Aaron goes low and pulls his leg out from under him. El Meurtos catches himself, pushes himself upright and spins around to hit an Enziguri. Aaron ducks the kick, but retains his hold on his foot. He slams his knee into the mat, then slams it again, this time putting his foot in the crook of his knee. He picks up his leg one more time, but before He can slam it down, he rolls over with a heel kick and catches his in the head.

St. Remington: Somebody call the ambalance! Get him some milk bro!

Clearwater: What is wrong with you?

He hops to his feet, El Meurtos but he is favoring his knee. Blaze immediately starts pounding low kicks into his now tender knee. He drops down in between kicks and catches his foot. He stands up, pulling his off balance. He goes down and he grabs his other leg and starts the Texas Cloverleaf, but before he can flip him over e scrambles to the ropes and Eddie Silk makes him let go.

Clearwater: Good sense to get to the ropes!

Eddie Silk pushes El Meurtos back while Aaron regains his feet. Eddie Silk gets out of the way and lets the match continue. El Meurtos goes for the lockup again and again but Aaron goes low, however this time El Meurtos is expecting it and he follows him down, getting him in a Gutwrench. He tries to scoop out his legs, but he lifts his off his feet and once he lets go he hits a Gutwrench Suplex.

St. Remington: My gut felt that one from El Meurtos, bro!

When Meurtos gets up Aaron hits a Vertical Suplex, then immediately hits a Fisherman Suplex and holds for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!!

Kick out !

Aaron Blaze rolls out of the ring.

Clearwater: Blaze trying to catch his breath outside the ring!

St. Remington: He’s just playing with him, bro!

The Mexican Dead Man follows him. Aaron leads him part of the way around the ring, but suddenly he spins around and kicks El Meurtos in the gut. Then he hits a Releasing Tiger Suplex onto the ring steps. He takes a moment to play the crowd and gets a mix of boos and cheers. Then he rolls El Meurtos into the ring. He climbs on the apron, jumps onto the top rope and goes for a Moonsault, but El Meurtos rolls out of the ring and Aaron only gets the mat.

St. Remington: Think he’ll tell us what the mat tastes like bro?

Clearwater: I don’t even want to know.

El Meurtos stays on his knees to clear his head for a bit. Eddie Silk is counting him out, but for the time being, he ignores it.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

By the timeSilk reaches 5, El Meurtos decides it’s time and gets up. He climbs onto the apron and Aaron charges. He ducks, pulling the ropes with him and he sails over the top, but it seems that was all according to plan, because he turns it into a Sunset Flip Powerbomb to the outside.

Clearwater: Wow! What a move from El Meurtos! He’s really making himself a name!

St. Remington: Well I’m sure he’s still pissed over Battlecade bro!

He rolls El Meurtos in to the ring again and immediately goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!!

Kickout!

St. Remington: bro it’s going to take more than that!

He pulls El Meurtos to his feet and whips him into the corner. He follows and begins a series of Knife Edge Chops to his chest. The crowd counts. 1,2,3. He goes for an Irish Whip, but El Meurtos holds on to his wrist, spins his around, and hooks in a Cobra Clutch.

El Meurtos pulls the hold tight and Aaron fights it for a few moments, but then starts to fade. Aaron slumps as Silk asks his if he submits. He gives no answer, so Eddie lifts his arm and lets it drop. No response. He lifts it again and drops it. No response. Eddie Silk lifts his hand a third and final time. He lets go.

It stays up! He reaches back, grabs a handful of El Meurtos’s hair and pulls his head forward for a Cutter, but he pulls his head back and then executes a Cobra Clutch Suplex. El Meurtos picks him up and prepares a Vertical Suplex, but before he can lift him, Blaze reverses it into a Spike DDT and they stay down, motionless. Silk begins the count.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

Six...

Both men slowly get to their feet.

El Muertos rushes at Blaze, but Aaron stops him cold with a well-timed European uppercut that sends the Mexican Deadman staggering back. The Prince of Pain seizes his moment, grabbing El Muertos and pulling him in for a pump-handle lumbar check! 

Clearwater: FINAL CURTAIN from Aaron Blaze! And the cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Jessica Kaine: And the winner of this match, by pinfall -- the "Prince of Pain", AARON BLAZE!!!

Aaron Blaze stands triumphantly over El Muertos as "Broken Hands" thunders through the arena.

The lights cut out and the music fades to silence, just for a moment. The crowd roars as they've all been suspecting El Muertos is up to something.

Clearwater: El Muertos’ darkness has shown up again.

Remi: Usually we get this during the match I wonder…..

The lights fade back up, El Muertos is on his knees as if praying. NOBLE SAVAGE is in the ring and stands behind Aaron Blaze. Expecting something, Blaze turns and charges, Savage gets a boot in and nails a massive brainbuster.

Remi: BRAINBUSTER!!

Clearwater: I wasn’t expecting that. Noble Savage is the mystery.

Muertos stands to greet Savage. They shake hands as Blaze rolls out the ring.

Remi: Wait, has Noble Savage been the darkness all these weeks.

Clearwater: I guess so….

Remi: Did El Muertos know that?

Savage follows Blaze out of the ring. He tries to get up but she lays fists into the back of his head. Muertos watches on from the ring. Savage lifts Blaze and whips him into the announcer’s table. The crowd goes crazy, they know what’s coming.

Clearwater: I think she has some bad intentions.

Remi: I think I better get out of here.

Savage lifts Blaze up for a suplex, aimed for a hard landing on the table. Muertos has rolled out of the ring and blocks the suplex. She lets go and Blaze slumps to the floor.

Clearwater: El Muertos makes the save.

Remi: That makes no sense he hates The Bloodline.

By now the rest of Bloodline have come rushing down the ramp and around ringside. Savage stares Muertos down. She’s pissed. Muertos is talking to her but we can’t hear him.

Remi: Friemies! I love it!

The Bloodline helps Blaze up. Jason Ryan starts yelling at Noble Savage picking a fight. She steps up ready to brawl but El Muertos holds her back. She stares at Muertos burning a hole through him before walking off. Muertos and Ryan share an unease staredown.

Clearwater: You gotta think these two are going to come to blows sooner rather than later.

Remi: I can’t believe Noble Savage was the darkness all these weeks. I was starting to actually believe in a high power.

Clearwater: Really? You?

Remi: No.

With El Muertos and Jason Ryan still glaring at each other, Monday Night Metal fades to commercial.