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APW Presents: GODS OF WRESTLING 04/27/20 Apr 27, 2020 18:09:50 GMT -5 ned likes this

Post by BonnieBlue on Apr 27, 2020 18:09:50 GMT -5

Alpha Pro Wrestling Presents:

Gods of Wrestling

April 27th, 2020

Live From: Houston, Astrodome

Seating capacity: 67,925

Exclusive to NETFLIX

Wide aerial shot of the Houston Astrodome, spotlights aimed high, searching into the endless stars as fireworks explode above the open roof in a fantastic riot of color.

Clearwater: GODS OF WRESTLING IS HERE! TONIGHT IN HOUSTON!

The camera pans around, moving in closer to observe the packed stadium, every APW fan on their feet, cheering for the spectacle to which they are about to bear witness. Posterboard signs wave in the air like flags.

Remi: THIS CROWD IS ELECTRIC, MIKEY-BRO!

Clearwater: And so is the card! Damon Warrens defends his title against Andre Aquarius in a ratings-buster of a Main Event!

Remi: DUDE! How is that the Main Event when Meghan Kelser of the Cowgirls From Hell is about to destroy the leader of the Architects and former APW World Champ, Smith Jones -- IN A CELL?!

Clearwater: Every match featured tonight would be any other company’s Main Event, Remi! We’ve got Seth Lerch and Jayson Price making a special appearance to challenge the Man Made Gods for the APW Tag Team Titles! The Monster ITSELF, Oblivion, settling an old score with Alessandra Malignaggi -- the wife of AW Superstar Joey Flash!

Remi: And don’t forget, my girl Red Riot about to tear it up with Lex Collins in a contest for the North American strap! Red claims Lex hasn’t been much of a champion, and I hate to seem biased, dude, but I gotta agree!

Clearwater: Be that as it may, there are more grudge matches in store as El Muertos finally goes one on one with Noble Savage, who has been toying with him for weeks by posing as this “Darkness” he claimed protected him!

Remi: Bro, every time there’s darkness involved, it’s probably her! That lady is nuts!

Clearwater: I’m not inclined to disagree with you there, Remi. We’ve also got Eli Beazley defending the Junior Heavyweight title against the new, disturbing incarnation of Flop -- Hieronymus Watts! Plus two behemoths collide when Mike “The Situation” Matthrews takes on Bloodline’s Soul Reaver!

Remi: Dude! Could this show be any more stacked? We have a debuting tag team and three singles wrestlers, plus I heard a rumor we’ll be seeing Alex Richards tonight! AND last week, we saw definitive signs that a certain foxy lady could be returning to APW!

Clearwater: We have a remarkable lineup for the fans tonight, so let’s not keep them waiting!

Last Edit: Apr 27, 2020 19:34:18 GMT -5 by Adam Dante

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APW Presents: GODS OF WRESTLING 04/27/20 Apr 27, 2020 18:11:21 GMT -5 ned likes this

Post by BonnieBlue on Apr 27, 2020 18:11:21 GMT -5

Case Closed: Murder of Zion Simmons

“White Dude” by Lil’ Dickey plays out unlikely allies: Sophie, lover of the late Zion Simmons, Shoda Daisuke, CEO of Shoda Enterprises, and Vincent Pryde of former federation, New Blood Wrestling.

Clearwater: Sophie has returned at biggest night in all of professional wrestling. And who are those people with her?

St. Remi: I’m not sure about that Japanese beefcake… but the man is Vincent Pryde. Don’t trust that slime ball, Mikey. He’s one of the worst promoters in modern wrestling history.

Clearwater: We learned last week about the arrest of one Cassidy Kaine for the murder of Zion Simmons. Do they have ore information?

St. Remi: Doesn’t change the fact Zion will never grace those ropes ever again.

Clearwater: No… no it doesn’t.

Their triumvirate enters from the steps with Pryde holding the ropes for Sophie, feigning some sense of class and character. Shoda shows himself through the ropes to the others in the center of the ring. Pryde takes the initiative to get mics for everyone from the ring crew with Zion’s old theme winding down. Sophie waits for the audience to settle before making her announcement.

Sophie: Hello… my name is Sophie, and I was not a good person in this ring. I was part of Zion Simmons short yet stellar grace at the top of this promotion. You booed his name. Many loved him too. Others enjoyed him in that black and red mask of “Jobber Dave” in hardcore matches. It’s sad because we all saw his heart for this business. Yet I know for a fact that he loved this business down to every seat in every arena across world. Each one of you shaped him, and he shaped us too. I miss him… but it’s not time to grieve. Not anymore because today we celebrate all those that helped bring his killer to justice.

Fan have no idea how to react, but most still clap along anyways.

Sophie: I wanted to introduce those who helped us along the way. This man to my left is Da-su-ke. He hired the PI’s that helped find Cassidy Kaine. He also never let me give up on the search. And to my right, I can see some of you know him already, is Vincent Pryde. His information helped us track down the killer. Please, I know this is a strange time for us all… but could you please give them a hand.

Clearwater: They want us to clap for that? Putting a man in prison?

St. Remi: If he’s guilty, bro, he’s gotta go.

Clearwater: The audacity of these people!

Fans sheepishly go into applause, unsure if they can trust these three in the ring. Sophie waits for them to simmer before handing over the pulpit to Vincent Pryde. He grips the mic like a pro.

Pryde: I know many of you recognize my face from the old days of New Blood Wrestling. Well, those days are long behind us. Not only am I a new man, there’s a new company in the works called New Blackout Wrestling. A promotion that intended to offer work to the heroic escapades of Jobber Dave. His spirit was going to be the heart of a new era. Alas, he’s gone the way of many great souls in this business killed before the time—lost souls like Rikidozan and Bruiser Brody—this is not a business for the faint of heart. I only hope that we can move forward into a new decade stronger. But we can’t go without raising the banner once more for Zion… we’ll miss you buddy.

There’s a tribute video for the late Jobber Dave first, followed by Zion in his truest colors. Fans get into that more poignant display albeit their reservations at the chicken-shit heel that was Zion Simmons.

St. Remi: I’m taken back, bro. Why did this business have to take such a young, promising life?

Clearwater: They may not be beacons of good in APW, but maybe we can find it in our hearts forgive bad people.

St. Remi: There ya go, bruh. Accept them in your heart.

Clearwater: Stop, okay.

St. Remi: Look! That big guy is going to talk.

Shoda has no idea how to speak to a wrestling audience. It becomes clearer the longer they boo him. He tries to talk over them regardless of how much they want to bury this former partner of Masuda Jubei.

Shoda: I hear you. This is not a time for politics. A man was murdered. A good man, and he was also a god business partner. There were many ways he could be unorthodox. I still respected Zion by how he controlled his company. I learned so much during our short time together. Now, I have a company to lead in his unfortunate exit. Which is why I am proud to announce that I will now be the Executive Vice-President of the consolidation of Takamasa Partners and Zion’s umbrella corporations.

Sophie, and the most of the audience, gasp at that sudden announcement.

Shoda: Yes, as the primary recipient of his stock residuals, I am pleased to say our merger has been approved as of 7pm this very evening.

Sophie: But you can’t do that. I’m the primary—

Shoda: You are not. Zion had no heirs or last of kin. That leaves millions for the state to assume, while the rest has been assumed into communal trusts at the discretion of our new combined interests. We will protect his memory while advancing all the technologies already in development. It is truly a shining moment for international business.

Sophie gets in his face. Fans turn on a dime, rooting for this now disenfranchised ex-lover.

Sophie: Let me explain how this works in America, Mr. Shoda. You can’t just push next of kin away like that.

Shoda: You misunderstand me. Our new collective has no official name, but we do have several ideas in mind. You, however, have been named as a recipient of a single-payment that will be stored in a blind trust. Your executor will be in touch with your shortly.

Sophie: Don’t I get any stake in the company? I had stock.

Vincent Pryde stands in silence with nothing to add between them.

Sophie: And while we’re at it, don’t you have like those criminal tattoos.

Shoda: We have to start somewhere, miss. And yes, you do have stock.

Sophie: Then why wasn’t I notified of this grand merger?

Shoda: You own less than 1% … I own more than 40% of its market shares. Even two-thirds of a percent will make you a wealthy woman for the rest of your life.

Pryde sticks his head between them.

Pryde: Right, so… can we get back to Zion? Because this getting a little personal.

Sophie: Butt out, greaseball, this is between me and Die-sucky.

Clearwater: Can you believe that? That man wrote Sophie out of the will!

St. Remi: Welcome to Chinatown, bro.

Clearwater: I don’t think that applies here… but talk about under-the-table tactics.

St. Remi: You’d never make it in Gekko’s world. You’re too soft, bro.
Sophie rallies the crowd against the proclaimed EVP of this new merger company.

Sophie: I won’t stand for this. You can’t cut me out. I earned my place--

Pryde: We’re not getting anywhere bickering like this… maybe we save for another place.

Sophie: No! I won’t be talked down to by scheming gorillas in fancy suits. I demand to speak with the president. The Chairman, Anyone but you!

Shoda: You don’t want that… trust me.

Pryde: Seriously, people! We are mucking the memory of Zion. Can’t we do this another time?

Fans boo while a chant of “Hell no!” assaults the ring with rising fervor. Their rage overtakes the entire arena, when from all the chaos, a gong goes off. It tolls again, quieting everyone.

Clearwater: Where’s that gong coming from?

St. Remi: I don’t know, bro. Man was that freaky.

Shoda gets right in Sophie’s face while everyone else tries to figure what’s going on from those sounds of a resonating gong.

Shoda: Be careful what you ask for… you might not like the answer.

Clearwater: He can’t be serious. No one’s buying it!

There’s another toll of the gong.

St. Remi: Where’s that gong coming from?

Clearwater: No… it can’t be… Remi?

St. Remi: What happened to the lights? They’re out!

Opening riffs of “Der Konig der Dunkelheit” by D plays out a unseen person.

Clearwater: It can’t be!

By the time the opening chorus recedes, the lights have finally revealed a dead man walking. Masuda Jubei, the former world champion, standing amongst fog and low lighting. He walks to the ring with the entire audience being brought to unmatched silence.

Clearwater: It’s Masuda Jubei! We thought he was dead!

St. Remi: Am I seeing ghosts… or did The Master just beat death?

Clearwater: And what’s he doing here in APW? There’s no way that man still has a contract!

Jubei milks his entrance so that everyone gets a good look at his blood-red suit and black dress shirt underneath. A pruce tie gives to a ghastly presence already flabbergasted by his unannounced reappearance into the Alpha Pro ranks.

St. Remi: Check out those threads, bro.

Clearwater: You’re worried about the threads? What about the body in them? This is impossible!

St. Remi: What do you want me to say?

Clearwater: I don’t know….

Jubei enters from the apron and approaches the three people already in the center of the ring. He stares them down from a furrowed brow, when Shoda offers him a microphone. Everyone wants to boom him, but most seem too awestruck to respond. He taps the microphone.

Jubei: I am the chairman. What do you need to know?

Sophie doesn’t know what to say.

Jubei: Then I’ll answer your questions for you. We are prepared to offer you a lump sum payment for all of your stock in this new merger. It will be the retirement you sought during Zion’s young albeit storied existence. Now you’ll receive all the benefits of being his confidant without any of the work: No pictures and fake smiles. No awards banquets on the red carpet. No foreign travel to war-torn countries. All of your needs and dreams paid for without ever lifting a pinky. Sounds like a paradise, doesn’t it?

She mulls over that blitzkrieg of info, but Jubei doesn’t give her any chance of a rebuttal.

Jubei: As such, we move forward with a new company. And we’ve just picked it’s name… welcome and farewell, Sophie, from your investors at Masuda Allied Technologies.

Pryde: How great… so it adds up to MAT? Seems appropriate for an ex-wrestler.

Jubei: Did anyone ask for your opinion?

Pryde: I just wanted to--

Jubei tosses his mic through the middle ropes.

Jubei: We are positioning for a new stake of the technological atmosphere across America and Asia. A partnership that only someone of my connection and patience can suffice. That look on your face says you’re worried, Sophie. Don’t be because you’re not making decisions. We are.

Shoda pats her shoulder but gets shrugged off hard.

Sophie: Where will I go? There’s just so many things to piece together.

Jubei: We have matters under control. Now, if you’ll excuse yourself from the ring, I have some other business to take care of, and don’t make me repeat that. Shoda, show them out.

He goes into enforcer mode, but this time, it’s Vincent Pryde who stands up to Masuda. He then gets the microphone from Sophie. Fans suddenly switch, cheering on the sleazy promoter.

Pryde: I’m not going to stand here and have some goon throw me out of the ring. I still have questions too.

Jubei: And those are?

Pryde: When are you going to fund my company? We’re putting M.A.T. logos everywhere in New Blackout. You’re going to stiff us for the endorsement money? I’m not falling for another of your Masuda schemes. We’ve all seen these before. Another shell, another acronym. When does this madness end?

Jubei: You’ll get paid and you’ll accept it. Now leave the ring.

Pryde throws off his jacket. Masuda waves for Shoda to escort Sophie away from them.

Jubei: Don’t make a decision you’re going to regret. Take the money and leave.

Clearwater: Is he going to back down?

St. Remi: Look at those eyes… Vincent Pryde isn’t going anywhere, bro.

Clearwater: This could get interesting. And The Master hasn’t wrestled since September. There has to be rust, right?

Both men stand equidistant with fans siding behind Vincent Pryde in full force. Jubei pulls off his shirt and red suit, letting everyone see his recently recolored irezumi (body paint/tattoo).

Clearwater: They’re throwing down. Someone get in there are stop this!

St. Remi: No way, bro! Show us what you got!

Clearwater: Pryde falls into a traditional side clutch--should we really be commentating on this?

St. Remi: Oh dude! Jubei just pulled out some judo on that throw!

Masuda used that to go into a fujiwara armbar. Vincent reaches for the ropes, except there’s rope breaks. He then tries to gouge at Jubei’s foot. A couple bad bends has Pryde screaming.

Clearwater: Somebody needs to stop this!

St. Remi: There’s the bell! Where’s security?

Four men with thick necks and a referee to boot stand at the end of the ramp, but no one enters the ring. Almost as if they were either compelled or paid off to watch. Fans boo while watching Jubei walk circles around his former business partner. He then takes up a mic.

Jubei: Do you give up?

Vincent tries to support himself on one good arm. No amount of popular support can save him from the pain inflicted by The Master. Still, he manages to rise back to his feet.

Jubei: That’s your last mistake. Now, you get to live with it.

Jubei kicks him in the gut and goes for his Gotch Style Piledriver.

Clearwater: No no no! He can’t do this! He’s not even contracted to this company!

St. Remi: I don’t think it matters at this point.

Clearwater: There’s GM Irinia! Someone put a stop to this now!

She pushes through with loyal security guards, but the act has been done. Jubei drove Vincent Pryde to the canvas with that piledriver. Fans go silent as the sleazy promoter remains motionless. Jubei collects his things and redresses. Those officials and security that previously watched from the outside join her in assessing Pryde's condition. One ref throws up an “X”.

Clearwater: I hope they ban him for life! Or better yet - maybe he can go back to being dead!

St. Remi: Fat chance at that one, bro. I have a feeling this isn’t the last we’ll be seeing of Masuda Jubei.

Clearwater: Me too… another God of the sport returning to stake his claim. What more could he want from APW? And frankly, I don’t want to know.

Masuda leaves the arena to his theme while a grand chorus of hatred meets him at every turn towards the back. In classic Masuda fashion, he seems to enjoy it all with that patented smirk.

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APW Presents: GODS OF WRESTLING 04/27/20 Apr 27, 2020 18:12:38 GMT -5 ned likes this

Post by BonnieBlue on Apr 27, 2020 18:12:38 GMT -5

Triple Threat

Alvara Rose vs “The Psycho” James Nightmare vs “The Showman” Issac Cooke

Jessica Kaine: The following match is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH! It is scheduled for one fall... with a forty five minute time limit... Coming to the ring first...
The lights within the arena and the tron screen black out completely. Suddenly the screen fills with the close up of a horned instrument and the sound of a trio of horn players fills the arena. The shot zooms out and reveals three black trumpeters moving in unison as they play what sounds like an old funk song. The music abruptly stops and the screen goes black again.

The crowd pops knowing what’s coming.

When the screen lights back up, the horns sound once more and the phrase “IT’S SHOW TIME” pops up on the screen as “In My City” by Killer Mike hits the PA, and Issac Cooke marches out onto the stage. Cooke looks excited and ready, and as he makes his way to the ring, he high fives all the little kids he can.

Jessica Kaine: ...weighing in at 210 pounds and hailing from Atlanta, G-A, he is “THE SHOWMAN” ISSSSSSSSSSSSSAC COOOOOOOOOOOKE! DDDDDDDDDD!

When he gets to the area at ringside, he pulls a pocket square out of his jacket’s breast pocket. Cooke unfolds the square to reveal that it is a branded “Showman” kerchief and hands it off to a child at ringside as the child waves it around over his head like a “Terrible Towel.” Cooke smiles, beaming with pride in the child’s excitement as he slips into the ring under the bottom rope. As Cooke rises to his feet in the ring, he unbuttons his jacket, slips it off, and hands the jacket off to a person at ringside and awaiting the start of the match in his assigned corner.

Jessica Kaine; Entering next...

"Raise your banner" begins to play over the PA system, as Alvara and the Handler come onto the crowd, with the Handler in front, surveying the crowd whilst Alvara stands behind her with a smile. The 2 progress down the ramp, as Alvara pretends to put warpaint on, before pulling her arm back as if she is about to shoot a bow. Meanwhile, the Handler simply continues to walk, occasionally flicking her wrist to point at Alvara.

Jessica Kaine: ...weighing in at one hundred and forty four pounds... from THE! NEW! WORLD! she is ALVAAAAAAAAAAAARA! ROSE!!!

Alvara then rolls into the ring, heading to her assigned corner as The Handler stands at ringside, ready to advise and encourage Alvara during her bout.

Jessica Kaine: And their opponent...

James Nightmare comes out to creepy music with a mask covering his face...

Jessica Kane: ...weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds... from PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARTS UNKNOWN... he is the PSYCHO! JAMES! NIGHTMARE!!

James Nightmare enters the ring.

Alvara Rose exchanges the last words with The Handler.

Issac Cooke flaunts it like he's got it!

DING! DING! DING!

Cooke shuffles to the center of the ring, showboating for the crowd will Nightmare blindly runs at Alvara Rose who kicks the Psycho in the gut and he staggers back straight into a reverse neckbreaker. Cooke springs to his feet and brushes the dirt off his shoulders and turns to Alvara Rose. Rose runs at Cooke, who shimmies to the side and trips her up as she runs past. Cooke rolls his shoulder with a smile but is kicked in the back of the head by James Nightmare.

Remi: The Showman just got shown up, Bro!

Rose runs at Nightmare only to be met with a kick to the gut and met with a pirdriver.

Remi: Quick strong showing by the Psycho!

Clearwater: ONE! NO! BRO! Cooke breaks it up.

Remi: Isaac Cooke rips Nightmare off Rose and throws him across the ring and Nightmare spills outside.

Clearwater: It's Issac. Double S. One A.

Remi: Who spells it is like that.

Clearwater: Probably his parents.

Remi: WHY?

Clearwater: Probably got some name plate carved or something and didn't want to change it. Does it matter?

Remi: Why you gotta be that bro?

Clearwater: Cooke snaps Rose over with a suplex.

Cooke sends Rose into the corner with an irish whip. He charges in after her and connects with an avalanche style splash. The Showman sits Rose on the top turnbuckle and plays up the crowd before climbing up with her and TAKING HER DOWN WITH A VERTICAL SUPLEX! Cooke rolls over and covers!

Clearwater: Cooke looking for early victory!

ONE!

Remi: NO HE WON'T, BRO!

Nightmare is back in the ring and breaking up the pin. Nightmare pulls Cooke up off and swings a wild punch, but Cooke ducks the swing and pops up with an European uppercut that knocks Nightmare backwards. Rose rolls Cooke up from behind.

ONE!

Nightmare breaks the pinfall up with a stomp. Rose rolls out of the way. Nightmare pulls Cooke to his feet and goes for the DDT, but Cooke backdrops out of it. Rose is up and kicks Cooke in the back of the head. Cooke staggers but turns around into a PICTURE PERFECT DROPKICK that staggers Cooke against the ropes. Rose flies at him with a leaping clothesline that sends Issac spilling to the outside. Nightmare and Rose face off and Rose is quick to take advantage, kicking him in the knees to stop his movement. Rose runs back and hits him with a clothesline and that knocks Nightmare down. Rose quickly takes him over with a suplex before locking in a front facelock and driving him headfirst into the mat with a tornado DDT.

Remi: Bro! The Handler is pointing to the turnbuckle.

Clearwater: Rose is climbing to the top.

Remi: Bro! This is going to be huge!

Clearwater: SHOOTING STAR PRESS! She calls that The Majestic Finale!!

Remi: BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Clearwater: OH NO! While Rose was in the air, The Showman pulled Nightmare out of the way and Rose ate nothing but mat!

Cooke tosses Rose over the top rope and focuses his attention on Nightmare. Cooke THROWS Nightmare into the corner with authority. He runs in after him and DRILLS him with a kneelift to the ribs before taking him out and DOWN with a bulldog. Cooke shuffles and uses the ropes to springboard a clothesline that nearly takes Nightmare's head off.

Clearwater: Cooke at Nightmare staggered. And the Handler is trying to get Rose ready.

Remi: Look at that Shimmy. Look at that Shake. Look at that shuffle.

Clearwater: LOOK AT THAT KNEE!

Remi: IT'S SHOW TIME! BRO!!

Cooke makes the cover!

ONE!!

Clearwater: The Handler is getting Alvara Rose into the ring but shes on the other side

TWO!!

Clearwater: ROSE DIVES!!

THREE!!

Remi: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Clearwater: She was too late!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Clearwater: The bell has been rung, Alvara Rose was milliseconds too late to break up the pinfall.

Jessica Kaine: Your winner... via pinfall... ISSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAC COOOOOOOOKE!!!

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APW Presents: GODS OF WRESTLING 04/27/20 Apr 27, 2020 18:16:47 GMT -5 ned likes this

Post by BonnieBlue on Apr 27, 2020 18:16:47 GMT -5

Segment

On the AlphaTron, a camera follows the progress of Alvara Rose as she walks back to her locker room. She stops short, a puzzled look on her face. The camera pans around to catch a glimpse of something stuck to the door of her locker:

Last Edit: Apr 27, 2020 18:17:11 GMT -5 by BonnieBlue

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APW Presents: GODS OF WRESTLING 04/27/20 Apr 27, 2020 18:18:31 GMT -5 Jason Ryan and ned like this

Post by BonnieBlue on Apr 27, 2020 18:18:31 GMT -5

Marsupials of Mayhem vs Bloodline (Jason Ryan/Aaron Blaze) vs John Blade/Latoya Hixx

A video package plays, highlighting the main event of the evening. The promo breaks down the saga leading to Andre Aquarius versus Damon Warrens. We see Damon winning at ‘Battlecade’, with Warrens becoming the second member of The Architects to hold the coveted Alpha World Championship. Then we switch gears to the rise of “Double A” in APW, how the former ‘#beachkrew allumi” has forged his own path over the last few weeks to become the main challenger for the strap.

Suddenly, we cut back to ringside as The Bloodline (Jason Ryan/Aaron Blaze) leap over the guardrail and attack John Blade, Latoya Hixx and the Marsupials of Mayhem inside the ring! Silk rings the bell as the announcer declares this match a triple threat Tornado bout with no disqualification!

Spinning heel kick by Aaron as the Gumnut Assassin staggers from the assault. Kid Koala fights back though as he rebounds off the ropes and connects with a shining wizard!

Clearwater: Come on now! Ryan and Blaze out of nowhere with the sneak attack on Hixx and Dropbear! Those guys didn’t even get to greet the crowd properly!

Remi: What’s a tag team flustercuck without a little mayhem? And mayhem is what this crowd wants!

Clearwater: Blade and Double K might have something to say about it!

Just as soon as Bloodline jumps the opposition, The Champ and Kid Koala fire back with some clubbing forearms to Ryan and Blaze.

Remi: Bloodline sent to the corners, Blade and KK with the shared look of intent.

The two nod their heads and turn their backs, rushing the corner with a double-

Clearwater: Corner splashes from Blade and Double K!

As the two men connect, Hixx and Dropbear both slide out and retrieve a ladder each.

Remi: Don’t turn your back on the competition!

Clearwater: Double bulldogs from Bloodline as KK and Blade go down now!

Hixx and Dropbear both place their ladders on the ring apron and go to shove them, but are cut off by Ryan and Blaze who get right back to the attack.

Remi: Baseball slide dropkick times two!

Clearwater: Bloodline coming in here with a very effective game plan that’s caught everyone else in this match totally off guard!

Hixx is dropped from the impact on the outside as Dropbear falls to one knee, recovering more undetected on the outside as he digs around under the apron. Blaze moves towards the ropes as he sees Dropbear rising back up and tries to pull the larger man back up and into the ring.

Remi: Steel chair connects, right on Blaze’s head!

Clearwater: All with one arm too, unorthodox methods coming out early!

Jason Ryan dashes forward for the lariat on the edge, but is cut off by Dropbear who throws the chair overhead and connects right on the dot.

Remi: Good GOD!

The larger opponent climbs back up to the apron, but not before Hixx can rush back to her feet as well. She leaps onto the apron, using the ropes to propel herself onto the back of Dropbear.

Clearwater: WOAH!

Remi: Hixx flying off, hurricanrana by Hixx!

Clearwater: POWERBOMB REVERSAL! KID KOALA DROPS LATOYA HIXX WITH AUTHORITY!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Remi: Incredible offense, but even better defense from Kid Koala!

Crowd: MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM!

Remi: This is a crowd that really loves their mothers!

Clearwater: Blade is up behind KK though!

Remi: Running bulldog attempt, but Kid Koala catches Blade!

Blade is hoisted up and dropped into the arms of Dropbear. He makes an “Oh shit.” face as he’s dropped over the ropes and to the outside. Dropbear turns and sees Latoya back up on her feet, groggy but fighting on as she hits a spinning heel kick followed on with a discus clothesline that rocks Dropbear; with Dropbear preoccupied, Blade has set up a table on the outside as Latoya--

Remi: FRANKENSTEINER TO THE OUTSIDE! Latoya has dropped the bear on his head!

Dropbear crashes through the table as Jason Ryan goes chair crazy on Latoya! He rocks her a few times with some well placed shots until the third is met with a Latoya superkick that sends the steel colliding back into his own scalp!

Latoya collapses back as both are bleeding now.

Remi: Latoya is down! Ryan is down!

Clearwater: But here comes Blaze for the cover on Latoya!

One...Two…

KICKOUT!

Remi: MOM’s are falling from the skies!

Dropbear and Kid Koala hit tandem dropkicks from opposite posts as Aaron is sandwiched between them. Aaron slumps to the mat as--

Remi: Kid with the cover on Aaron…

One...Two…

KICK OUT!

Clearwater: How the hell did he survive that?

Remi: This match is out of control!

Clearwater: You asked for mayhem, well...here it is!

Blade sets up another table on the outside as Blaze is dragged by Dropbear to his feet!

Remi: Wait, are these teams in cahoots?

Clearwater: Bloodline has problems with everyone, if they’re out of the picture MOM and “La Blade” know they’ll have a clearer run at victory!

Remi: Blade on the apron now, looks like the trap has been set.

But as Blade turns back to face the ring...

Clearwater: WHAT THE HELL? SPEAR THROUGH THE TABLE!

Remi: All’s fair in a tornado match! Dropbear has charged through the ropes, taking out Blade in the process!

Clearwater: WAIT! PINK EYE FROM JASON RYAN TO KID KOALA OUTTA NOWHERE!

Remi: Low blow on Dropbear, he’s been sent to the outside! That leaves Bloodline alone with a vulnerable Latoya Hixx! This doesn’t look good!

Clearwater: PINK EYE TO HIXX AS WELL!

Remi: Blaze wasting no time! Blaze on the top rope!

Clearwater: MANNEQUIN! BLAZE WITH THE COVER!

1!

2!

3!

DING DING DING!

Jessica Kaine: And here are your winners...THE BLOODLINE!

Huge boos from the astrodome as Aaron and Ryan hug each other in celebration.

Clearwater: Incredible match by all three teams with the experience of Bloodline just seeing them over the line.

Remi: You know these teams are going to clash again soon. And when they do, it’s going to be insane!

Last Edit: Apr 27, 2020 19:28:06 GMT -5 by Adam Dante

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Vonn Richter Segment

REM’s “I Took Your Name” blares throughout the cavernous confines of the Houston Astrodome. Vonn Richter appears on the stage. He glares out into the crowd. The fans in attendance, while unhappy to see him, make little effort demonstrating their disdain.

Clearwater: Not much of a response for the debuting Vonn Richter.

Remi - d30a0a: What did you expect? The fans of Alpha Pro aren’t here to watch this goon in a pose down. They’re here to see wrestling.

Richter does a little Brock Lesneresque shimmy bounce, then lets out a primal roar. He stalks down to the ring and enters. He takes the mic from a non-plussed Jessica Kaine and begins to speak.

Richter: APW doesn’t want me to wrestle tonight. Why? I don’t know. People are saying they don’t want my debut to overshadow all the other stuff going on.

Clearwater: No one is saying that.

Richter: But I will not be denied. If Alpha Pro isn’t going to let me fight, then they’re going to watch as I flex.

Vonn curls his free arm to show off a massive bicep..

Richter: Forget Gods of Wrestling. This is Bods of Wrestling. And I challenge anyone in APW to come out here and see how their bod rates against mine!

He looks expectantly up the ramp and waits.

Remi - d30a0a: Looks like no one wants to be in pose down with Vonn.

The crowd begins to murmur their disapproval at the goings on in the ring. The sing-song chant of “Bor-ing!” starts up in scattered pockets. Vonn becomes visibly upset at the cat-calls.

Richter: Don’t boo me because you’re bored! Boo them!

He points to the back.

Richter: Boo those skinny fat ass cowards too scared to come out here and show their cuts! They don’t want to be in this ring with me, because they know I’ll punk them out! It’s them you should be mad at!

The crowd’s mad alright, but their ire is clearly focused on Vonn. The boos become louder.

Remi - d30a0a: This is ridiculous.

Clearwater: Agreed. Someone should do something; take him up on his offer.

Remi - d30a0a: Or kick his ass

Clearwater: Even better.

Vonn is now furious at the response he’s getting. He throws down the mic and petulantly cycles through the standard bodybuilding poses: front lat spread, double front biceps, side chest. Impressive as his form may be, it’s not being displayed in the proper venue, and the fans let Vonn know it.

Remi - d30a0a: Oh, for pete's sake. Seriously?

Master of Puppets is playing, and out walks Seth Lerch.

Clearwater: This guy JUST joined our company, somehow lucked himself into a Tag Team Title match later tonight... And he's the scrawniest man on our roster!

Seth walks to the ring, for some reason, as cocky as ever. Vonn Richter simply stands in the ring, raising an eyebrow, not really believing that Seth is the one answering this challenge. Seth gets in the ring and is handed a microphone.

Richter: What in the hell could you, of all people, possibly want?

Lerch: Hello, Mr. Richter, sir. As you know, I'm new here, and I just wanted to take this opportunity to come out and start meeting the rest of the APW talent. You see, in a very short amount of time, I'm about to be one half of your Tag Team Champions. And I'm not going to lie, your posing was most impressive.

Richter: I already know that! I'm out here for a pose down, and I think everyone in the audience can see you're clearly no match for me. I mean.. just look!

Richter lifts up his arms and does a pose, causing the audience to boo. Seth nods in appreciation.

Richter: In fact, you know what? Even though these people are booing me, I'm a nice guy. Here!

Vonn Richter pulls out a business card and hands it to Seth.

Richter: Maybe one day you'll get serious. Give me a call, and maybe I can train you to have a bod as jacked as mine!

Richter does some more posing as Seth begins to speak.

Lerch: Well, thank you for the card. But I was also wondering if perhaps you'd be interested in being my bodyguard later tonight. You see, men like FPV and Corey Black, the Man Made Gods? They're known cheaters. And you, my friend! You're a REAL Man Made God, just look at you!

The crowd boos, but Richter seems to like the compliments.

Lerch: You have a body that Zeus himself would be jealous of! Now, you see, I already came with a bodyguard, but if you'd be interested in replacing him-

Richter: I'm still waiting on competition. You say you already have a bodyguard? Fine. Get him out there, and let's see him!

Lerch: No, no, that won't be necessary, trust me. Listen.

Richter interrupts.

Richter: I'll consider your offer if you get your bodyguard out here for my pose down, Lerch. Make it happen.

Seth sighs.

Lerch: Fine.

Toxicity by System of a Down hits and out steps a man many know as Biohazard.

Clearwater: Are you kidding me!?

Biohazard is pale, has a big purple mohawk and purple beard, but he's huge. He's wearing purple pants and a disgusting yellow and purple striped shirt that looks like it hasn't been washed in years. He walks to the ring and gets in.

Richter: Who.. or what?... is this?

Seth sighs again.

Lerch: Told you we didn't want him out here. He's the only bodyguard I could find on such short notice.

Biohazard takes a mic from Seth.

Biohazard: Tyler Walker is that you!?!?

Richter: What? No-

Lerch: Nevermind him. No, Biohazard. Just no.

Biohazard: WELL THEN I am here for the posedown challenge!!!! I will pose so good and so hard you'll never forget my name in the history of the world and the ACW! I will pose so good and hard and strong I will be making all of you spit TOXIC OOZE!!!!

The fans cheer the... enigmatic... wrestler they see before them.

Richter: You like this guy? He can barely speak english! Let's get this over with.

All the men drop their mics and Seth leaves the ring.

Vonn's expression becomes blank as he enters 'the Zone'. He repeats his previous poses to the apathy of the crowd. He finishes up with the Most Muscular, showing off the mass and definition of his traps, shoulders, chest, arms, forearms, abs, quadriceps, and calves. After this explosion of beefcake Vonn relaxes. He smirks at Biohazard and gestures towards the hard camera, daring him to follow what he feels is a flawless performance.

Clearwater: Well, it's Biohazard's turn!

Toxicity begins to play and Biohazard does several flexes. The crowd is cheering, much to the chagrin of Vonn Richter. After a few muscle poses he tears his shirt off, which has them going nuts.

Crowd: BIO-HAZARD! BIO-HAZARD!

Biohazard spins his shirt around like a male stripper before throwing it into the air. With the shirt in the air he then spits his TOXIC OOZE at it, like a projectile. The green ooze is acidic enough to start eating away at the shirt before it even hits the mat.

Richter: Are you KIDDING me!? This isn't a posedown! This is ridiculous. You fans like this!?

The fans are rabid for Biohazard and his antics now, and Biohazard is eating it up. This infuriates Vonn Richter. He sandbags his opponent with a double sledge to the back of the head! Biohazard drops to the ground. Richter continues his attack, stomping at Biohazard before hoisting him up in a full nelson.

Clearwater: This is totally uncalled for!

Remi - d30a0a: But totally expected.

The fans boo loudly as Richter violently shakes Biohazard. He lets loose a weaker stream of ooze, which causes Richter to drop him in disgust. He rolls out of the ring and grabs the steel stairs outside, allowing Seth to check on his downed bodyguard.

Clearwater: Look out!

WHOOSH! WHAM!

Richter flings the steps back inside, nearly hitting both Seth and Biohazard. When Seth turns and sees Vonn Richter is rolling under the ropes, he bails, watching in horror as Vonn picks up the heavy stairs and beats Biohazard repeatedly with them. A puddle of toxic waste blooms outward from Biohazard's motionless body. Vonn, triumphant, throws the stairs aside and lets out a huge roar.

Remi - d30a0a: Yikes.

With Biohazard destroyed, Seth Lerch backpeddles up the ramp, unhappy.

Clearwater: Well, Seth may've had one bodyguard for later tonight, but now he's got none! His plan didn't work at all!

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Mike “The Situation” Matthews vs Soul Reaver

Jessica Kaine: The following contest is for one fall, it is scheduled for a twenty minute time limit, Coming to the ring first...

"Back Up" by The Siege hits the Astrodome Airwaves. Mike 'The Situation' Matthews walks out onto the stage clad in the brightest of bright purple singlets that your human brain is capable of imagining. He holds his purple 'Architectural Apprentice' high in the air to the roars of the crowd. Sitch starts walking to the ring 'raising the roof' as he does so. He rounds the ring and comes face to face with his good friend and confidante, Ryan Slater. They embrace and Sitch rolls into the ring under the bottom rope.

Jessica Kaine: ...weighing in at three hundred and twelve pounds... from Chicago, Illinois... Mike! THE SITUATION! Mathews!!

Sitch 'raises the roof' to the cheers of the crowd as his name is announced.

Jessica Kaine: His opponent...

"Godzilla" by Blue Oyster Cult hits the PA System and Soul Reaver appears at the top of the ramp. Reaver spends no time interacting with the fans. He walks down to the ring. Soul Reaver stops at Ryan Slater and looks at Sitch before lifting Slater by head into the ringside area and slamming him into the ground and laughing while Sitch fumes.

Jessica Kaine: "Introducing from Parts Unknown... He is SOUL REAVER!!!!"

Reaver steps over the top rope and IS LEVELLED BY A SITCH CLOTHESLINE!!

Remi: It's on, BRO!

Clearwater: Yeh, that uncalled for assault on Sitch's friend has seen Matthews fire up and take the fight straight to the giant.

DING! DING! DING!

Despite the ferocity of the initial impact from Sitch, the clothesline only staggered Reaver. Sitch kicks him in the gut and lifts Reaver in a vertical lift and DOWN with a suplex!

Remi: EARTHQUAKE, BRO!

Sitch rolls over and lifts Reaver to his feet only to be met by a powerful punch to the jaw that sends Sitch stepping backwards. Reaver comes forward at him and punches him again, and again Sitch is backed up. Reaver drives his fist home on the point of Mike Matthews' jaw a third time and Sitch finds himself slumped against the ropes. Reaver grabs him and throws into the other ropes, as Sitch rebounds back at him Reaver lifts his leg and Mike runs straight into the Big Boot of the giant Soul Reaver. Reaver picks Sitch up off the mat and hoists him above his head in a gorilla press and DROPS HIM DOWN TO EARTH!!

Remi: Holy... BRO!

Clearwater: Reaver is dominating Sitch with his size early in this match. Despite the early attack by Sitch, it appears that that sheer enormity of Soul Reaver is going to be too much for the apprentice. Reaver is covering Sitch with a foot!!

ONE!

TWO!

Clearwater: And Sitch kicks out!

Reaver again lifts Sitch to his feet and body slams him into the mat. Reaver bounces off the ropes but is tripped up...

Remi: That dirty cheat!

Clearwater: Ryan Slater has tripped Reaver up as revenge for that earlier attack and Sitch hasn't seen it. Sitch is up. Reaver stands as well and both men are staring at each other.

Remi: Freight trains, BRO!

Both behemoths run at each other but Sitch ducks under a wild clothesline swing by Reaver. Sitch comes back and drives a STIFF UPPERCUT INTO REAVER! And another! And another! And Another!

Remi: BRO! Sitch is unleashing uppercuts like he is a young Mike Tyson.

Clearwater: Reaver is staggered!

Sitch whips Reaver into the corner and follows in with a HUGE CLOTHESLINE!. He grabs Reaver and drops him with a powerslam. Sitch climbs to the second rope... Sitch looks out into the crowd and embraces all their cheers and points to the ceiling to which he responds by climbing to the top rope! He jumps off with a FROG SPLASH!

Remi: BIG MAN SLAM!

Clearwater: No, Remi, BIGGER MAN SLAM! he normally only does that from the second rope!

Sitch leaves Reaver up into the powerbomb position!

Clearwater: HOLY SH...

Remi: BRO!

Clearwater: SITCH BOMB! SITCH BOMB! SITCH BOMB!

Mike Matthews covers Soul Reaver!

Remi: DID YOU SEE THE RING SHAKE, BRO!

ONE!

Clearwater: THAT WAS INCREDIBLE! HOW DID HE LIFT HIM!

TWO!

Remi: BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THREE!!

DING! DING! DING!

Jessica Kaine: Your winner... via pinfall... MIKE! THE SITUATION! MATTHEWS!

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Post by BonnieBlue on Apr 27, 2020 18:23:21 GMT -5

Segment

Once again, the Tron comes to life. This time, it finds Soul Reaver making his way to the Bloodline locker room, his expression unreadable. All at once, he stops, and the camera pans down as he looks at the object neatly laid atop the duffel bag at his feet:

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Post by BonnieBlue on Apr 27, 2020 18:24:43 GMT -5

Junior Heavyweight Championship

Hieronymus (Harry) Watts vs “Breezy” Eli Beazley ©

Clearwater: Now it's time for one of our Championship matches on the biggest night of the year!

Remi: This is a rematch from several weeks ago, but Hieronymus Watts has become a different man. He's growing, he's evolving.. To be honest, he scares me.

"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.

Clearwater: He scares me, too. But our Junior Heavyweight Champion is not the type to have any fear.

“Don’t Stop Me Now” by Queen hits the loudspeakers. The fans pop as “Breezy” Eli Beazley hits the stage. He takes a moment to soak the crowd in, and raises his Junior Heavyweight Title high in the air. 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 one fan, showing off his belt, and even pauses for a quick interaction with another 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. He taunts Watts with his belt as he does, grinning ear to ear. 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.

Remi: He's having a good time!, having a good time!

Immediately as Breezy hands the belt to the official, Watts is on the attack. He hits a few forearms to Breezy's back before spinning him around and shoving him into the corner. The official hesitantly calls for the bell.

Clearwater: Well, with an aggressive sneak attack from the challenger, this match is officially on!

Watts follows up with a series of forearms to Breezy's head. Watts backs up and lets Breezy stumble out of the corner, dazes. He executes a Snap Suplex before floating over for the pin. One, two.. No, quick kickout. Watts transitions into a Chinlock.

Remi: Hieronymus Watts grounding the Champion, and the fans don't like it!

Indeed, the fans are booing. But we're in the early goings of this match, and the Champ soon works his way to his feet. He elbows his way free and hits the ropes, before Watts is able to drop him with a Drop Toehold before Eli is able to execute whatever he was going for. Watts quickly attempts to lock in an STF, but Breezy scurries away. Both men are to their feet.

Clearwater: We're at a stalemate now. Both of these men know each other fairly well, and this may come down to who has studied the other more, or who has found a weakness they're ready to exploit.

They circle each other and tie up. Eli gets the upper hand and sends Watts to the ropes, but Watts Springboards and hits the Champ with a Flying Forearm. Eli gets up and Watts quickly gets him in a Headlock, but Eli pushes him off. Watts hits the ropes now and Breezy hits a beautiful Dropkick. Watts hits the mat and quickly rolls out to the floor to regroup.

Remi: The match was in favor of Harry Watts to begin with but with one move, "Breezy" Eli Beazley has taken control!

The crowd cheers for the Champ as he taunts Watts, wanting him to get back into the ring. Watts keeps jawjacking with fans ringside, instead... Up until he turns back to the ring and Breezy dives between the ropes with a Suicide Dive!

Clearwater: Hah! That's what Watts gets!

Breezy lifts his arms up, pumping up the ground that was previously using their energy to jeer the challenger. Breezy lifts Watts up and throws him into the ring before sliding in himself and covering him.

Remi: One, two.. Nope, not over yet, bro!

Breezy lifts Watts up from behind and hits a few forearms to his back, really working it over, before spinning him around and kicking him in the gut. He follows that up with a Snap Suplex.

Clearwater: We saw Harry Watts use a Snap Suplex earlier and Breezy just hit one of his own, as if to say "anything you can do, I can do better!" Targeting the back as he does so.

Breezy quickly lifts Watts to his feet and grapples him from behind.

Remi: German Suplex!, still targeting the back!

No!, Watts lands on his feet. Breezy turns and Watts goes for a kick. Breezy catches it but Watts turns it into a stiff Enziguri. Breezy, still running on adrenaline, starts to get to his feet. Watts runs to the ropes and Springboards, hitting a Flying Crossbody and resulting in another pin attempt.

Clearwater: One, two ... No! Another escape by Eli.

Both men to their feet once more but Watts is back in control. He stops Breezy dead in his tracks with a European Uppercut, then another, then another. Breezy is stunned and Watts hits the ropes before dropping him with a Bulldog. With Breezy on the mat, Watts quickly locks in a Half Boston Crab.

Remi: The challenger once again grounding the Champion, now working the leg. Whether you're a high flyer or not, if you have trouble walking you're going to be at a severe disadvantage, and Watts is looking to keep Breezy grounded permanently.

The fans, however, have other plans. Watts has Breezy right in the middle of the ring, but..

Crowd: LET'S GO ELI! CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP! LET'S GO ELI! CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP!

Eli crawls towards the ropes.. Watts looks out into the crowd with disgust and shakes his head, pulling Breezy back in. The crowd decides to switch things up.

Crowd: LET'S GO ELI! WE'RE BREEZ-Y! LET'S GO ELI! WE'RE BREEZ-Y!

For some reason, the crowd doing dueling chants for the same person angers Watts enough that he lets his guard down and allows Breezy to struggle his way to the ropes! The ref calls for the break. Watts obliges and gets in the referee's face.

Clearwater: Why would anyone do this!? The referee is still going to be the one to count a pinfall, why make him angry?

Remi: Some wrestlers have a short fuse and in the heat of the moment, they don't think straight. I think that may be the case with Harry Watts.

Watts turning his attention to the referee instead of his opponent allows Breezy to roll him up from behind!

ONE!

TWO!

Clearwater: NO!, both men once again to their feet.

Watts ducks a Clothesline attempt by Breezy and as Breezy turns around, Watts runs at him and hits a Running Knee. Breezy stays upright and Watts knees him in the gut before executing a Swinging Neckbreaker. Watts with the cover now.

One.

Two.

Remi: No. Another nearfall. Both of these men know how important taking every chance, gunning for every opportunity, is.

Once again looking to keep his opponent grounded, Watts applies a Figure Four Leglock.

Crowd: Whooo!

Clearwater: Every time...

The crowd quickly transitions into cheering support for Breezy. The Junior Heavyweight Champ throws his body weight left and right, trying desperately to turn himself over and reverse the pressure. Harry Watts keeps shaking his head no, he's got the Figure Four firmly locked in.

Remi: I've gotta say, Watts came into this match with a gameplan and so far, he's been sticking to it.

The crowd support is just too strong. The crowd gives Breezy the energy he needs and he's able to flip Watts over! With both men overturned, the pressure is on Harry Watts now, and he yells out in pain!

Clearwater: What's good for the goose is good for the gander, Remi!

Remi: What does that even mean?

The hold is broken up as Watts fights free. Eli tries to work his way up, sensing an opportunity, but Watts quickly Chop Blocks him before he can get to his feet. The crowd boos.

Clearwater: Come on... Working a limb is one thing but that's too much.

Watts attempts to lock in the Figure Four again, but Eli repeatedly kicks him away. Watts angrily lifts Eli up and grapples him but Eli switches behind and executes a German Suplex!, and this time it connects!

Remi: BEAUTIFUL! He hits it!

Breezy is feeling himself now and with Watts on the mat he quickly takes him by the legs and locks in his own Figure Four!

Clearwater: THE SAN DIEGO STRETCH! THE SAN DIEGO STRETCH IS APPLIED!

The crowd pops!

Remi: THIS COULD BE IT!

Watts angrily yells out in pain, frustrated he's stuck in the same move he just used! He tries to twist and turn his body to reverse the pressure but without the crowd support that Breezy enjoyed, he's unable to do so!

Crowd: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

Instead, he begins digging deep, and crawls towards the ropes.

Clearwater: A rope break is his only chance, Remi! If he can't make it, this match is over.. And every second he stays stuck in this hold makes his chances drastic go down!

Watts' anger motivates him, however, and he's able to make it to the ropes!, much to the chagrin of the crowd. They boo as the referee asks Breezy to break the hold, which he does, since he's a good dude. He backs up and lets Watts work his way to his feet... Dropkick! Watts gets to his feet.. Dropkick!

Remi: The Triple Shot!

No!, Watts has it scouted and ducks away from the third Dropkick. Breezy stumbles back into a corner and immediately Watts runs at him and hits a Jumping Front Kick.

Clearwater: 1 Kick Special!

Watts follows it up with a Legsweep, followed by a Basement Dropkick.

Remi: 2 Kick Special!

The crowd doesn't want to see it go down this way. Breezy calls on their energy to work his way up... Only to get a kick to the knee, kick to the ribs, and finally, a kick to the head!

Clearwater: 3 KICK SPECIAL!

After what could collectively be known as the Six Kick Special, Watts lifts Breezy up.

Remi: IT'S OVER! ZERO DOWN! ZERO DOWN!

NO!, Breezy shifts his weight and lands behind Watts.

Clearwater: ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX!

Both men lay on the mat, hurting, exhausted. The crowd is on their feet to applaud.

Remi: What athleticism from both men! For Watts to hit such an incredible series of strikes, and for Breezy to be able to counter.... Bro, what?

Both men work their way to their feet at the same time and start slugging at each other. Punch to Breezy.

Crowd: BOO!

Punch to Watts.

Crowd: YAY!

Punch to Breezy.

Crowd: BOO!

Punch to Watts.

Crowd: YAY!

Punch to Breezy.

Crowd: Boo!

Punch to Breezy.

Crowd: Boo!

And another punch, and another punch... Harry Watts is in control. Breezy fires off a lazy Clothesline but Watts ducks it and ends up behind him.. He locks in the Cobra Clutch.

Clearwater: HERE COMES THE HARVESTER! HE'S GOT IT LOCKED!

No!, Breezy has it scouted and quickly rams himself backwards into the turnbuckle, crushing Watts.

Remi: Watts keeps the Cobra Clutch locked in!

Breezy struggles out from the corner but Watts moves his arms and transitions to grappling him a different way, lifting him up....

Clearwater: Oh no. OH NO!

Remi: THE REAPING!!

NO!, Breezy has it scouted and he pushes Watts off. Watts hits the ropes and stumbles back, backwards, which allows Breezy to hit a Dropkick to the back of his head. He then grapples him quickly.

Crearwater: Full Nelson locked in..

Remi: BREEZY BOMB!

He hits it! But instead of going for the pin, he looks around.

Clearwater: Oh, yeah. The crowd wants to see it.

Not wasting any time, Breezy climbs to the top...

Remi: This is your chance, Eli!

He flies off the top!

Clearwater: HOLLYWOOD HIGH DIVE! HE HITS IT! THERE'S THE PIN!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The crowd erupts!

Remi: THE CHAMP RETAINS!

Eli Beazley makes an attempt to get to his feet before collapsing after a hard fought battle. After a few moments of rest and the crowd cheering him on, he's able to get up and get handed his belt.

Clearwater: Both men brought their A game, but tonight, Breezy Eli Beazley was able to retain his Championship once again!

Beazley, not wanting to lose his moment, does as much dancing as he can before he falls back down to the mat and rolls out of the ring, heading to the back.

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Post by BonnieBlue on Apr 27, 2020 18:25:37 GMT -5

Red Riot Segment

The scene opens, cue Red Riot sitting in the locker room backstage. With a towel draped over her head as she strums her temples while sitting on a bench as she awaits her biggest opportunity in this company to start. As such, the hand on her back from Dani Applegate leads her to burst from her seat like a firecracker.

Applegate: Whoa!

Riot: . . .Can I help you?

Applegate sighs, takes a second to breathe, and raises a microphone up to Riot.

Applegate: I didn’t mean to disturb you. The APW fans want to know what’s going through your head, before you get the opportunity that you demanded against Lex Collins for the North American championship.

Riot: Honestly?

Riot shrugs a shoulder.

Riot: It’s… blank. My mind’s cleared. I’m not new here. The thoughts don’t start here. They’ll start once Violence by Grimes starts playing, I step on that entrance ramp, and I do my damnest to seal the deal. This is the eye of the hurricane. This is the silence before the battle breaks out.. But once the bell rings, the animal’s coming out.

Applegate: Do you have any strategies or game plans you’re bringing into this match?

Riot sucks her teeth and shakes her head.

Riot: Everyone’s got a plan before they get kicked in the face. I gotta couple ideas here and there, but once we get to war, the only thing that matters is the thing that sticks. He’ll find out - Red Riot’s not him. I’m not rigid or inflexible. I’ll bend because I’m strong enough not to break. I’m aiming to show him a lil’ lesson about the animal kingdom here in APW.
See-

At that moment, there’s a knock on the door, and the view changes to show the face of Meghan Kelser giving the locker room a once over, and offering the Crimson Killer a nod, before approaching. Without haste, Riot places a hand around the shoulder of Dani Applegate, and politely ushers her to the door she enters the room in before she can fix her mouth to ask a follow up question.

Riot: -and one of the most important lessons about the APW animal kingdom? Symbiosis.
Now excuse me, adults need to talk.

With that, the last thing Applegate sees beyond the door closing is Meghan's waving, and the segment comes to a close.

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APW Presents: GODS OF WRESTLING 04/27/20 Apr 27, 2020 18:27:15 GMT -5 Adam Dante and ned like this

Post by BonnieBlue on Apr 27, 2020 18:27:15 GMT -5

El Muertos vs Noble Savage

Clearwater: Okay, our next competition will be El Muertos verses Noble Savage.

Remi: This should be a REALLY interesting match-up.

Clearwater: El Muertos does have the size advantage. Based on my notes.

Remi: With their in ring styles, they are completely different. El Muertos is brawler. While Noble Savage is a suicide style competitor.

Clearwater: Either way you look at it, this match will be very intriguing.

Remi: With that said, we have Jessica Kaine already in the ring.

Jessica Kaine: Our next match will be for one fall. Already in the ring... From Mexico City, Mexico. Weighing in at two hundred fourteen pounds..... El Muuuuuueeeertooooos!!!!

Clearwater: Now, we're just waiting on Noble Savage!!!

Lights go out...

"Dance Macabre" by Ghost begins to play...

Lights come back on with a purple hue, Noble Savage walks out and stands on stage with an ear to ear grin and evil eyes looking around at the crowd. She begins her trademark in enthusiastic walk, dragging her feet toward the ring everso carelessly…

Jessica Kaine: Coming down to the ring, from Adirondack, New York... weighing in at one hundred forty pounds.
opon getting to the ring, she stops and slaps the mat, the lights go back out…. Suddenly they come back on and she is inside the ring screaming at the top of her lungs, then crawls to the corner to wait.

Clearwater: It appears that both match competitors are in the ring.

[DING-DING]

Remi: Referee calls for the bell, to start the match...

Quickly, El Muertos charges towards with an errant lariat. Noble Savage ducks and charges towards the ropes, bounces off the middle rope...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Clearwater: Savage nailed Muertos with a dropkick on both knees, knocking her opponent down to their knees.

Noble quickly runs over to Muertos, double underhooks the arms of her opponent....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Remi: Muertos goes with a double underhook DDT. Noble Savage goes for the pin!!

The referee slides in for the pin....

The crowd: On...

Clearwater: Not even a one count!!

Remi: Noble Savage slowly picks up El Muertos.....

WHOOSH- WHAM!!!

Clearwater: Out of nowhere... Muertos catches Noble Savage with a swinging sidewalk slam!!

Remi: EL MUERTOS IS GOING FOR THE PIN!!!!

The crowd: ONE!!

The crowd: TWO!!

The crowd: THREEEEEEEE.... NOOOOOOOO!!!

KICKOUT!!!

Clearwater: We didn't see that coming!!

Remi: Neither did Noble Savage!!

Clearwater: That near fall caught the entire city of Houston offguard!! To the point the the entire Astrodome is completely silent!!

Remi: They're in shock!!!

Muertos picks up Savage, they're almost near the ropes....

WHAM!!!

Clearwater: Dropkick by Muertos!!

Noble Savage stumbles backs, bouncing off the ropes....

WHOOSH- WHAM!!!

Remi: DISCUS CLOTHESLINE!!!!

Muertos hits the mat. Savage bolts towards the corner, climbing, but just using the turnbuckies to get to the ropes... to strategically walking on the ropes to the point where Muertos was,,,,

Clearwater: What's Noble Savage doing?!

WHOOSH-TWIST-FLIP-WHAM!!

The crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

Remi: Savage makes the cover!!!

The crowd: ONE!!

The crowd: TWO!!

The crowd: THREEEEEEEE.... NOOOOOOOO!!!

KICKOUT!!!

Clearwater: No one thought that El Muertos was kicking out of that!!

Savage picks up Muertos positions him for a power-bomb.

Remi: This looks like a powerbomb, but with an almost seventy five pound disadvantage, this look impossible.

Noble Savage tries for the powerbomb unsuccessful. But, Nobel, tries one more time, just for her namesake...

Clearwater: This first time was a complete failure, but this second attempt she is really trying...OH MY GAAAAAAWDD!! With her knees buckling, she has El Muertos up in the air!!

NOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Remi: But, Noble Savage's knees buckled and she drops El Muertos to his feet....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!!

Clearwater: El Muertos drops Noble Savage quickly with a snap DDT!!

Quickly Muerto picks up Savage goes behind her....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Remi: German suplex!!

Muertos sneers and slithers as he gathers Noble up, holding her, snatching her up.... SLICING MOTION WITH HIS THUMB....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!!

Clearwater: RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!!!

El Muerto begins to hysterically laugh as he mounts Noble Savage, proceeding to do push-ups. A wave/rush of thunderous boos from the crowd in the Astrodome.

The crowd: YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!!

The referee slides into position....

The crowd: ONE!!!

The crowd: TWO!!!

The crowd: THREEEEEEEEEE..... NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

KICKOUT!!!!

Muertos picks Savage.... Noble points out at a random spot, the referee looks around, Noble Savage takes her nails gouges the eyes of El Muertos...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Remi: That's something we don't see everyday... a reverse twisting cradle DDT!!

Noble picks up Muertos....

WHOOSH-WHOOSH-TWIST-TWIST!!!

Clearwater: Noble Savage is being VERY imaginative with her choices in her move-set tonight!!

The Cleric of Balance nailed El Muertos with a inverted double underhook brainbuster... Noble Savage is going for the pin!!

The referee slides into position....

The crowd: ONE!!!

The crowd: TWO!!!

The crowd: THREEEEEEEEEE..... NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

KICKOUT!!!!

The crowd goes crazy!!

The crowd: THIS MATCH IS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> THIS MATCH IS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> THIS MATCH IS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap>

Both competitors stand up and each other run in the opposite directions, bouncing off the ropes.

Remi: At this point, of this match, both competitors are broken down. Tired.

El Muertos and Noble charge at one another, screaming....

WHAMMMMMMMM!!!!

Clearwater: OH HELL!!!

Remi: Both El Muertos and Noble Savage just clothesline the... HOLY HELL OUT OF EACH OTHER!!

Both competitors slowly crawl, then slowly stand up...

Clearwater: It looks like Noble Savage stood up first!!

El Muertos is still kneeling on the mat.....

WHOOSH-WHAM-KABLAMMO!!!

Remi: The Cleric of Balance just smashed the head of El Muertos into the mat with a curb stomp!!

The crowd: YOU JUST KILLED HIM!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> YOU JUST KILLED HIM!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> YOU JUST KILLED HIM!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> YOU JUST KILLED HIM!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap>

Noble Savage picks up El Muertos, whipping him into the ropes, Savage popping Muertos into the air, busting his face onto the mat. Instantly, grabbing Muertos clutching, bridging him with a Mutalock.... INSTANTLY, not giving Jessica Kaine to ask for a submission, El Muertos taps out...

DING DING DING!

Jessica Kaine: The winner of this match, by submission -- NOBLE SAVAGE!

But Savage refuses to let go. She holds the Muta lock on tight, even with the ref signaling her that the match is over.

Remi: DUDE! She’s gonna kill that guy!

Clearwater: She certainly seems to be trying to! That’s the Savage side of Noble Savage -- we haven’t seen this ferocity from her since her feud with Odin in WCF!

Remi: Can we get security out here? El Muertos might be a self-righteous goody-two-shoes, but nobody deserves this!

Instead, the lights flicker, then shut off, plunging the Astrodome into pitch-blackness. Thousands of phone screens light up, everyone trying to see what’s going on. Shadows move through the darkness. Moments later, the lights come back on, and El Muertos is alone in the ring, unconscious.

Clearwater: Well, Savage is gone… but El Muertos might be hurt. Stay tuned, Alpha faithful, while we figure out what’s going on…

Cut abruptly to a commercial.

Last Edit: Apr 27, 2020 18:33:57 GMT -5 by Adam Dante

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APW Presents: GODS OF WRESTLING 04/27/20 Apr 27, 2020 18:45:26 GMT -5 ned likes this

Post by BonnieBlue on Apr 27, 2020 18:45:26 GMT -5

Segment

Harry Watts is preparing to leave the Astrodome; his evening is over, having failed to capture the APW Junior Heavyweight strap. He carries his gear in a backpack slung over one shoulder, keys jingling in hand with each step nearer to his car. And seemingly out of nowhere, the distinct sound of bells is followed by the light drifting of an object from somewhere overhead. It flutters to the ground and comes to rest on his shoe. Harry stoops to pick it up:

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APW Presents: GODS OF WRESTLING 04/27/20 Apr 27, 2020 18:46:26 GMT -5 ned likes this

Post by BonnieBlue on Apr 27, 2020 18:46:26 GMT -5

North American Title Match

Red Riot vs Lex Collins (c)

As every light in the arena goes red, her theme song begins.

I am like, begging for you baby
Makes you wanna party
Wanna break up
Baby it's violence, violence
Baby it's violence

After those crimson spotlights roam around the arena, they find a new target: the woman behind the cheers and jeers from the crowd, and the woman behind the gauzy, dystopian Violence (original mix) by Grimes blasting throughout the arena: Red FREAKING Riot. She’s facing the entranceway, so those red lights focus on the spikes, the studs, and the patches from the wars she’s had in her career, with empty spots to add more victories to the list. She’s only focused on the fight on her way to the ring, past any high five attempts or waves. After Riot slides underneath the bottom rope and into the ring, she showcases a few blazing fast jabs, hooks, crosses, and after SCREAMING her opponent’s name, shows off a sharp, high knee for a little forewarning about how tonight’s ending.

Jessica Kaine: On her way to the ring by Richmond, Virginia… the Crimson Killer, Red Riot!

The lights dim, and the sound of a heartbeat fills the silence, growing a little louder and faster before being replaced with a driving rock beat. "Re-Education (Through Labor)" by Rise Against kicks into gear over the arena sound system, getting an ear-splitting huge pop from the female fans in attendance. Orange and red spotlights fade up slowly, like the sun rising to reveal a fire in the sky, illuminating two silhouettes. Lex Collins stands with his head bowed and pauses before raising his arms, thrusting them directly into the path of the spotlights as the crowd erupts into cheers yet again. Midway down the ramp, Lex stops and shrugs out of his Brutal Apparel hoodie, awarding it to a lucky fan in the crowd. He pauses for a few selfies with fans before hopping up on the apron. Grinning at the crowd, he presses his right fist over his heart to a huge pop before turning and springing over the rope.

Jessica Kaine: And coming to the ring, he is the APW North American Champion... Lex Collins!

After holding the APW North American Championship up for the crowd, the referee calls for the bell. Red Riot and Lex Collins eyes lock with a tense stare down center ring. Uncharacteristically, Riot extends her hand to Collins as a sign of respect, who looks a little put off by it. She insists, shoving her hand forward with a grin on her face. Reluctantly, Collins takes her hand, only to have Riot pull him forward and kick him square in the stomach.
Remi: Lex Collins knew that he shouldn't have trusted Red Riot, and he should have just followed his gut on that.

Clearwater: With what’s at stake tonight, he’s going to need to keep an eye on any opportunistic advantage in her bag of tricks!

Grabbing two handfuls of Collins's hair, she slams his face repeatedly into her knee until he falls backward onto the mat. She drives boot after boot into his ribs, but that doesn't last for long, Collins grabs her by the ankle and takes her down to the mat. Instead of getting to his feet, he mounts Riot, wailing down on her with a series of hard left and right fists to the head and chest. After he is satisfied with his work, he gets up, pulling Riot by her hair along with him before whipping her hard into the nearest turnbuckle. He follows through smoothly with a running elbow strike right to the side of her head. She rests nearly limp in the corner, Collins gets back on his game with a series of harsh machine-gun chops directly to her chest. In the split second that Collins takes his eyes off of Riot, she straightens out in the corner, laying in wait for his next move.

He goes to grab her by the shoulders, but Riot drives her shin into Collins’ thigh twice with high leg kicks, followed by a superman punch. She reverses their positions and forces Collins into the corner. She takes a running start at him, leaping at his chest with her knees, connecting with the stiff Red Ryder double-knee! Without skipping a beat, she still maintains control of his neck and pulls him down with her. They both fall to the mat, Collins's chest landing hard against both of her knees and his neck snapping viciously forward. She rolls Collins onto his back, running across the ring and connects with a big standing senton. Riot pulls him away from the ropes, hooking the leg for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!!

Collins gets the shoulder up!

Riot, not feeling too discouraged, hops back up to her feet, shaking it off and grabbing Collins by the arm back up along side her. But Collins is fast on his feet, catching Riot off guard with a stiff European uppercut that knocks her back into the ropes.

Clearwater: With this belt on the line, Lex Collins won’t fade that easily!

Remi: But you can't blame her for trying to end it quick. She is a woman on a mission!

Collins sends Riot across the ring into the ropes with a hard irish whip, looking for a running enziguri. But Riot ducks out of the way! Hitting the ropes across the ring and coming full steam ahead back at Collins, but he sees it down, taking Riot down with a high-angle hiptoss. With Riot on the mat, Collins drives his boot directly into her ribs, over and over and over again. He gets her in the perfect position and locks in a tight STF, with Riot screaming in agony. She uses her arms as best as she can to inch them towards the ropes, finally able to wrap her fingers around the bottom rope. The referee calls for Collins to break the hold, but he is reluctant at first, pulling back as hard as he can before dropping Riot's face directly onto the mat. Without missing a beat, he flips her onto her back, grabbing her by the ankles and drags her to the center ring. Riot musters what strength she has to fight back, pulling her legs down and kicking Collins full force in the chest. It isn't enough to keep him away, grabbing her feet once more.

Riot still has the fight in her, wriggling her feet free and nailing Collins in the face with the bottom of her boot. She gets one more shot in for good measure before getting back to her feet. She grabs him around the neck and uses the ropes for a springboard DDT that sengs Collins head bouncing off of the mat hard. Making sure he is laid out on his back, she gets onto the top rope, looking to connect with her Southern Comfort double-foot stomp! But Collins rolls out of the way, and Riot’s ankle rolls underneath her on the landing. With Riot visibly hurting, Collins pulls her towards him hits the Mind Killer side-slam backbreaker!

He makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

THR-- NO!

Riot gets the shoulder up!

Remi: That was almost it! But Red Riot won’t give up that easily, bro!

Clearwater: Her ankle has to be throbbing right now. That landing did not look pretty.

Both opponents are back to their feet at the same time, Collins using the ropes as leverage for a running dropkick. Riot sidesteps right out of the way, dropping an elbow directly into Collins's sternum a second after he hits the mat. He grabs a fistful of her hair to hold her still for several forearm strikes to the face, the two fighting against one another as they work to get back to their feet. A flurry of fists are swinging between the two, Collins getting the leg up with a side headlock. Riot does all that she can to evade it, and drives her elbow directly into his ribcage repeatedly until he is forced to break the hold.

Collins takes one heavy swing at Riot's face, but she blocks it, connecting with a hard south paw right to the jaw. She drives her boot hard into his stomach once more, planting him to the mat with a hard spiked DDT. Wasting no time, she quickly brings him back to his feet via a hard jerk of the head by the hair. The minute Collins is back to his feet, she goes for the Crimson Mask poisonrana--

Remi: DUDE! COLLINS OUT OF THE WAY AND RED CRASHES TO THE MAT!

Collins pulls Riot up and snakes an arm around her neck in a headlock, then lifts -- and drives her down to the canvas!

Clearwater: ABSOLUTE ZERO!

Remi - d30a0a: Absolute is right, bro! Collins with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!
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“Re-Education (Through Labor)” blasts through the air as the official places the North American strap into the hands of a very exhausted Lex Collins.

Jessica Kaine: The winner of this match -- and STILL your APW North American Champion -- LEX COLLINS!!!

Red Riot slips through the ropes to the outside, slowly making her way back up the ramp. Her eyes never leave the gleaming gold in Lex’s upraised hands.

Clearwater: A hard-fought victory for the champ tonight!

Remi - d30a0a: No doubt, bro! Lex may have retained, but Riot has given him the greatest challenge yet to his career here in Alpha Pro!

Clearwater: You have to wonder, Remi, what kind of opportunities a match of this intensity could open up for Riot in the future!

Remi - d30a0a: She may be a little rough around the edges, dude, but that chick is going places! And so are we! We’ll be right back after this quick word from our sponsor!

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APW Presents: GODS OF WRESTLING 04/27/20 Apr 27, 2020 18:57:21 GMT -5 ned likes this

Post by BonnieBlue on Apr 27, 2020 18:57:21 GMT -5

Steven Osbourne Segment

Fever For the Flava by Hot Action Cop starts to play. The crowd begins to buzz.

Clearwater: Could be it?

Remi: Nah.. No way Steven Osbourne is back. Not after the way..

Steven Osbourne steps through the curtain drawing a loud pop pushing a shopping cart full of weapons. Amber Del Vallee and Veronica Anderson follow him both pushing shopping carts of their own. Steven speaks to his ladies, Veronica offering a handshake and a peck on the cheek
before Amber practically dry humps him In the ring to an even larger pop.

Clearwater: It looks like business as usual for the super sexy boogeyman slayer here at Gods of Wrestling!

Remi: I dunno. He did bring a lot of weapons. Something is up.

The ladies head to the back as Steven gets down to business

Steven Osbourne: Alex Richards.. you bald headed, ugly, fat fuck! You thought you ended my career for good last time? The Super Sexy Boogeyman Slayer.. he don’t go down that easy! The last time I was an in APW ring I left it on a stretcher. I think it’s time I returned the favor. You don’t want to play by the rules? That’s fine either do I. I know you’re in the back. So I’m calling you out.. right now… for an anything goes match!

Clearwater: Whoa! Steven Osbourne is not playing around! He wants the new Action Wrestling world champion in an anything goes match.

Remi: Is he crazy? Alex almost killed him last time. This time.. he might finish the job.

I’m Not Like Everybody Else by the Kinks begins to play and the crowd gives a mixed reaction as Alex Richards comes out carrying his doctor’s bag, wearing his championship belt. He stops near the ring.

Richards: Steven.. I’m a good mood. I came here to visit with friends and celebrate. I didn’t come here to fight. Trust me Steven… you don’t want to do this.

Steven dives over the top rope taking out Alex with a suicide dive! He unloads with rights and lefts on the larger man. Steven begins clawing at the eyes of Alex before biting him right on the nose! Alex pushes him away but Osbourne comes back wielding a steel chair. He dropkicks it into Alexs face.. then places it over the big man’s head and climbs onto the ring apron launching himself onto Alex’s head with a brutal splash! He hooks a leg. The referee slides into position.

1..

2..

Kick out!

Alex presses Steven off of him and slowly draws to his feet.. but Steven follows up whipping him back first into the ring post then following that up with a dropkick bouncing his skull off the ring post. Alex rolls into the ring trying to get his bearings as Steven begins launching the shopping carts into the ring one after another.

Remi: I have never seen Steven Osbourne this aggressive.

Clearwater: The man is a former 2 time junior heavyweight and one time North American champion. Add in his obvious anger level and I can’t see why you’re surprised. Steven heading up to the top rope now.. steel chair in hand. He might be primed to finish off Alex Richards right now.

Steven leaps only to get smashed in the gut with a kendo stick Alex snatched from one of the shopping carts. He blasts Osbourne in the back of the head it up then wraps it around Steven’s throat using it to execute a Russian leg sweep! Alex mounts Steven and wraps both hands around his throat choking the life out of the APW veteran. The referee wants Alex to stop choking but since it’s an anything goes match all he can do is ask him to stop and Alex has no intention of stopping. Steven finally goes limp and Alex releases the choke.

Richards: I told you you didn’t want this!

Remi: I think things is about to get worse for Osbourne. He was out for months the last time he tangled with Alex. This could be the end of the Oz man. Alex is digging around in one of those shopping carts.

Clearwater: Uh oh. He’s found a bag of thumbtacks. He dumps them out on the mat.

Alex pulls Steven to his feet grabbing him by the throat.. then taking him down with the Zim-Quila Hangover dropping him face first into the thumbtacks! Alex rolls the bloody Osbourne over and makes a cover.

1..

2..

3…

No!

Clearwater: Steven just barely got the shoulder up there! I don’t know how but he did.

Remi: He shouldn’t have. It’s just gonna cause him more pain. Alex whips him hard to the corner. Now he’s grabbed a trash can and puts it over his own head and starts to unload with brutal headbutts. As if Richards doesn’t have a hard enough head to begin with.

Steven slumps in the corner clearly stunned as Alex removes the trash can from his own head and places it over Osbourne before destroying the can and Osbourne with a vicious t bone suplex. Alex stomps the can on Steven’s head then rests his foot there.

Richards: Count!

Referee: How am I supposed to know if his shoulders are down?

Clearwater: Alex shoves the official Darcy Allen but the ref does have a point. He finally removes the can. Steven’s eyes are rolling back in his head. I don’t think this match is going to last much longer.

Alex drags Steven towards a downed shopping cart.. lifting him into position for a powerbomb… Osbourne counters nails Alex with a facebuster onto the shopping cart! Steven crawls towards a pile of weapons from one of the carts grabbing hold of..

Remi: That figures. He couldn’t resist bringing a dildo could he?

Clearwater: It is Steven Osbourne. To his credit he’s going to town with it beating Alex upside the head with it. Now he’s sticking it in Richard’s mouth?

Steven Osbourne: Suck my dick bitch!

Remi: He just curb stomped him! That could have knocked out all of Alex’s teeth. I mean I don’t think that would make him any uglier but still.

Steven hits a second curb stomp then rolls Alex over hooking the leg.

1..

2..

Kick out!

Steven rolls out of the ring grabbing himself another steel chair. He climbs back into the ring going up.. to the top rope. He launches using the chair to give extra impact to his flying bodypress!

1..

2..

3!

Clearwater: He almost got him here! You gotta give Steven credit, he’s really taking it to the hall of famer tonight.

Steven screams in frustration and starts working Alex over with the chair hitting him again and again and again with it finally denting the chair beyond repair. He tosses it from the ring and pins again.

1..

2..

Foot on the ropes!

Steven picks up his chair.. looks at it then tosses it aside.

Clearwater: It looks like Steven is going for another chair. The last one worked out so well for him it seems like he wants to stick with what’s working. He grabs a chair but it seems like he got distracted.

Remi: What a surprise. Steven is checking out a lady in the front row. I mean I can’t blame him but this isn’t really the time.

Steven walks over to the lady and tries out his best line.

Steven Osbourne: My name is Steven Osbourne and I have a 6 foot long penis. Wanna social distance with me?

The lady is too shocked to even respond. Steven winks at her then is clobbered from behind by Alex Richards who spears him right into the ring railing. Alex tosses the chair into the ring.. seems to consider tossing Steven in as well but then stops.

Clearwater: I think something sinister is about to happen. Alex Richards is dragging the ring steps away. He lifts Steven up over his head.. and drops him down hard with a press slam right onto the steps. He could have broken some ribs there.

Remi: Could have? From the yelp Osbourne let out it’s almost certain. This match has got to be over. But what’s he’s doing?

Alex picks up his doctor’s bag he discarded earlier. Going inside for his steel toed boot.. and bottle of Zim-Quila. The King of Mass Confusion fills his boot with booze and takes a long drink.. then proceeds to put the boot on.. and annihilate Osbourne with a running mafia kick!

Clearwater: I have never actually seen him use that boot as a weapon before. He makes a cover. This one is over.

1..

2..

3!

Remi: Referee is saying Steven got the shoulder up. He should have stayed down that’s for sure.

Alex tosses the near lifeless Osbourne back into the ring. He follows him in.. setting up a chair. He whips Steven off the ropes.. spinebuster onto the chair… no! blocked! Steven turns it into a tornado DDT on the chair instead! The crowd erupts showing Steven some love as he tries to struggle to his feet. He finally succeeds using the corner to pull himself up. Alex quickly charges in…. only to get caught with a drop toe hold onto the second turnbuckle. Alex goes down like he was shot.

Clearwater: Osbourne removed the turnbuckle pad! Heads up move by Steven. He’s removing the top turnbuckle as well. Alex staggering to his feet.. running bulldog right into the bolt from Osbourne! He’s got a cover… he has both feet on the ropes.

1..

2..

Still a kick out!

Nonplussed Steven heads up to the top rope… and moonsaults Alex!

1..

2..

3!

Remi: No! No! No! Barely a kick out. I can’t believe it. He’s wearing down the big man.

Steven looks around again finding himself a roll of duct tape. He proceeds to tape Alex’s hands to the bottom rope.

Clearwater: You know Osbourne has to have experience with such things.

Remi: Whatever do you mean?

Clearwater: I’m not going to spell that out.

Steven collects a chain, wrapping it around his fist he goes to town on the body and face of Richards really wearing the AW champion out. Steven rolls out of the ring again, whistling at the hot chick he was flirting with, or sexually harassing, earlier. He grabs the ring steps this time placing them on the ring apron.. then with a running start dropkicking them right into the face of Alex Richards! He drags him to the middle of the ring.. dumps two shopping carts on Richards then sits on top.

1..

2..

3!

No!

Clearwater: I was certain he put him away there.

Remi: Alex is a multiple time world champion. You can’t put those guys away with putting them through hell.

Steven drags Alex to his feet and has a devious idea. He grabs the steel toed boot Alex used earlier.. puts it on his own foot.

Clearwater: He’s going for the sweet groin music with a steel toed boot! Alex blocks.. spins Steven around and oh my god! Release German suplex right into the exposed steel of the far right corner!

Leaving Steven hung up in the corner Alex grabs a discarded and already battered shopping cart. He wedges it in front of Steven gets a good head of stream and crushes the cart and Osbourne in the corner. He drags Steven to the middle of the ring… making the cover.

1…

2..

3!

Remi: No way he kicked out?

Clearwater: He kicked out. Richards is screaming at Steven to stay down. He can’t believe Steven is putting up this kind of a fight. What a match. He grabs the chair.. he grabs Osbourne… he eliminates Osbourne with the final enlightenment dunking him head first on the chair. That might have split his skull open.

1..

2..

3!

Jessica Kaine: Your winner of the

The referee shakes his head.. Steven somehow kicked out just before the pin. Alex looks stunned. He rolls from the ring seemingly unsure of what to do next. He finally goes under the ring grabbing himself a table. He brings it into the ring setting up the weapon. He places Osbourne on top of it.. then slowly climbs to the top rope..

Clearwater: He’s not.

Remi: Godslayer through a table.. coming up. Nobody has kicked out from that moonsault.

Clearwater: Boot to the balls! Steven desperation kicked Alex right in the groin! He’s crotched on the top rope.. Steven shakily climbing to his feet.. standing on the table… Sexecution! He flips Alex right over the table hard onto the mat! Both men are down! Neither of them are moving.

1..

2..

3..

4..

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9..

Steven drapes an arm on Alex!

1..

2..

Kick out!

Steven crawls towards the weapons this time looking for an edge to end this war. He’s got.. barbed wire.

Clearwater: Osbourne is wrapping the barbed wire around his own body. That’s something I never thought I’d see from the ladies man. He’s willing to do anything to win. He’s going up.. and he lands a moonsault of his own.. with the assistance of that barbed wire! He’s gonna cover him.

1..

2..

And 99/100ths!

Remi: That’s the difference a hundred pounds makes. Even with the barbed wire he couldn’t put Alex away.

Clearwater: He’s still got the barbed wire around with though and he sets up a steel chair, springboarding off it to hit the rolling thunder! Incredible move! No cover though. He takes off the barbed wire and he’s whipping Richards with it!

Steven drags the almost dead weight super heavyweight to the top rope. He looks at the table, shakes his head. He goes under the ring, throws in a second table… shakes his head. Throws in a third.

Remi: I don’t even know what’s going to happen here.

Steven stacks up the tables… then reaches down his tights.. pulling out a lighter… he sets them on fire.

Clearwater: Oh no… this could be too much!

Remi: Speaking of too much… he took too much time! Alex launches off the top rope almost taking Steven’s head off with that clothesline! He’s dragging Steven to the top rope… Sanity Slip through the flaming tables! Wow! Even I don’t.. have the words for that.

The crowd loses their minds. Both men are down. Alex drags himself on top of Steven.

1..

2..

3!

Jessica Kaine: Your winner of the match… is Alex Richards!

Officials rush with the ring with fire extinguishers putting down the flames. Alex Richards pulls himself to his feet, the referee handing him his title belt and raising his hand. Alex looks down at Steven Osbourne and drags him to his feet.

Clearwater: Oh… c’mon Alex.. that’s enough. What more could he do to Osbourne.

Remi: He said Steven didn’t want this. He should have listened.

Alex grabs Steven.. and gives him a hug before raising his hand. Medics then take Steven from the ring leaving Alex in the ring holding his title belt up.

Clearwater: It looks like Steven earned Alex’s respect here tonight. These two tore each other apart tonight. I guess we can consider their grudge settled.

Remi: I was hoping he’d send Steven to Hell. I could use the company.

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Oblivion vs Alessandra Malignaggi

Clearwater : Oh.... No!!!

Remi : What!!

Clearwater: IT's here!!

Remi : Who?!

Clearwater: The Monster!!

Remi : Actually, I've been hearing from some of the other guys from the old WCF. Oblivion is NOT that scary.

Clearwater: WHAT?!

Remi : From the way I understood it. Oblivion is NOOOOO Monster!! Oblivion never accomplished nothing!!

Clearwater: YOU'RE KIDDING, RIGHT?!

Remi : Some, of the WCF was telling me that sure Oblivion, sure he had SOME success, but he was NEVER a WCF superstar. He was a WCF bum.

Clearwater: Um, you basically went on what THEY told you. Went on information those guys told you, right. You actually never seen Oblivion.

Remi : Nope. I never had the opportunity to see this joker. This loser. Like those guys called him!!

The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around the jam packed Astrodome. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and the crowd is cheering. "Popular Monster" by Falling in Reverse begins to play. A blaring sound begins to play.

Clearwater: Remi, I think you you're being punk'd. Get ready for your first introduction of The Monster Oblivion!!

The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...

BOOM!!

Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly comes, with a dead stare, slowly walking. The music continues the blare out and rattled The Astrodome.

Oblivion slowly begins to walk down to the edge of the entrance stage, bringing in the cheers, of the crowd...

Clearwater: Remi... this is The Monster.

Remi : But, this... this... thing... this beast, from what I've been hearing is NOT suppose to be like this!!

Clearwater: What is that Oblivion is dragging behind IT?!

Remi : God helps us all!! I think it's a two by four with nails sticking out of it and barbed wire wrapped around it. no one told me about this!!

Clearwater: I think there's blood specks of small chunks of something of God knows what!!!

Crowd: OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!!

Past the entrance stage there are sixteen hooded cloaked individuals, eight on each side of the aisle, with their heads down. Chanting...

Clearwater: What... the Hell?!

Hooded individuals: A-WHOO!! A-WHOO!! A-WHOO!!

Remi : Mike?!

Clearwater: Yes, Remi.

Remi : What are we watching?

Jessica Kaine: From The Deepest and Darkest Side of a Sick Man's Mind... Weighing in at 325 pounds... IT is The Monster... Oblivion!!

Oblivion is walking down the aisle, dragging an individual who looks to be in his early thirties. Somewhat tall. Somewhat thin. Wearing a thin neatly trimmed beard. This individual proceeds to scream.

Dragged individual: Get your CRASH-BOOM-BANG hands off of me...

Clearwater: CRASH-BOOM-BANG?! WHAT THE HELL?!

Dragged Individual: ...you stupid burned up Disco Duck!! Crispy Bear!!

Remi : NOOOOOO... That can't be!!! Who is that?! Why call Oblivion Crispy Bear?!

The Monster sneers at a nearby camera, flipping off the camera, right before Oblivion slowly run up the steel steps and climb the turnbuckle from out the ring, once again throwing up IT's massive right arm.

Crowd: OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!!

Remi : Why are these people cheering for this... this... thing?!

Oblivion leaps into the ring, stomping around, taking long strides, barking, shaking the top ring rope.

Clearwater: Now, you know Oblivion.

Remi : I have a sneaking suspicion I'm going to know The Monster part later on, into the match.

Clearwater: Yes!! Yes, you will!!

The lights cut as the opening strains of Heavens Have Fallen begin to filter through The Astrodome. A single beam of light falls onto the top of the staging - from through the stage a large throne rises where Alessandra Malignaggi is sat, legs crossed and assured. The throne reaches its epoch when another strip of crimson lights illuminate the ramp where we see four men in animal masks - two goats, and two wolves at each corner of the throne.

They heave it onto their shoulders and begin to carry Alessandra down to the ring much to the distaste of the crowd.

Jessica Kaine: Coming down to the ring... Born in Catania, Sicily but now living in Brooklyn, New York!! Weighing in at... One hundred forty seven pounds. She is DIAVOLO Alessandra Malignaggi!!!

As they get to ringside, the men lower the chair to almost level with the apron, Alessandra uncrosses her legs and steps gracefully from the throne onto the apron where she turns to soak in the crowd reaction before letting her cloak fall and removes her mask in one deft movement - then steps through the ropes ready to begin.

ROOOOOOOOAAAAR!!!!!!

Remi : Oh shit!!

Clearwater: Remi!

Remi : WHAT?!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Remi : OH MY GOD!! THE MONSTER JUST SPLASHED ALESSANDRA MALIGNAGGI IN THE CORNER!!

Clearwater: The Monster calls THAT splash "Say it with your chest"!!!

Ms. Malignaggi collapses to the mat. Oblivion rushes to the corner, climbs up to the top turnbuckle....

Remi : What is this psychopath gonna do?!

WHOOSH-WHAM-KABLAMMY!!

The crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

Clearwater: That was the Obi-Sault!!

The Monster picks up Alessandra Malignaggi....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Clearwater: 5150!!

Oblivion nailed a fireman's carry cutter. The Monster goes for the pin.

The referee slides into position...

The crowd: ONE!!

The crowd: TWO!!

The crowd: THREEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Jessica Kaine: The winner of the match.... The Monster Oblivion!!

Remi : Someone lied to me!!! THIS Oblivion is NOT the same Oblivion that was described to me!!

Clearwater: I tried to tell you!!

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Andre Aquarius/Issac Cooke Segment

Backstage, we find Andre Aquarius walking down a hallway heading toward the arena for his main event title match with Damon Warrens. Andre walks toward the camera and looks to be in the zone as he does so. Suddenly he stops dead in his tracks and makes eye contact with someone off camera. The camera pans out revealing Issac Cooke standing in Aquarius’s path. The camera swoops around to show that Issac is smiling. Aquarius looks at him with a suspicious eye.

Issac Cooke: Hey, brother. I just wanted to wish you good luck. #BlackExcellence and all that. I’m pulling for you tonight.

Issac extends his fist for a fist bump. Aquarius looks at him with a side eye for a moment and then a smile.

Andre Aquarius: Aw, yeah, man. Bring that shit in, bruh.

Aquarius waves off the fist bump and wraps Issac up in a hug. Issac is initially confused but accepts it and pats Aquarius on the back.

Andre Aquarius: People like us? We gotta stick together, *****, yeah? Good on you for knowin’ what’s what.

Issac Cooke: Yeah, man. Bring home that strap tonight. Send a message.

Issac balls a fist and raises it in the air near his head. Aquarius smirks slyly and does the same before walking off toward the arena.

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Post by BonnieBlue on Apr 27, 2020 19:06:25 GMT -5

Tag Team Championships

Seth Lerch/Jayson Price vs Man Made Gods ©

Random flirtatious whistles from the crowd are heard as Jessica enters the ring just as the bell sounds [DING! DING! DING!] to signal the beginning of the next match. The crowd is rambunctiously and maniacally cheering just as the lights go out in the arena.

Clearwater
(Starts singing) When the lights go out…

Remi
Will you shut up? Nobody wants to hear that song. (clearing his throat to sound more professional) When The Lights Go Out by Five…

Clearwater
Shut up. And who didn’t want to hear it?

They both begin to laugh just as the camera cuts to the entrance stage.

Remi
Here comes the challengers. Let’s take a look back at how Jayson and Seth got this opportunity…

[:30 replay] BattleCade [3/30/20] - Man Made Gods become NEW Tag Team Champions by defeating The Enforcers

Remi
(Voice-over) Oh we’re going here now? The finals in the Tag Team Tournament. Okay, there’s Corey pinning Odin for the 1-2-3 to become the new Tag Team Champions.

The video ends and the sound of Remi huffing a sigh of relief is heard as Clearwater faintly laughs.

Remi
Okay…

Clearwater
...laughing…the lights are still out

Remi
..do we have it now?

[:30 replay] Metal [4/20/20] - Seth/Jayson attack FPV

Clearwater
So because of that, Man Made Gods are giving these two a title shot.

Remi
You have to admit that these two schemed their way into this.

Clearwater
Are we back now? I can’t see sh….

Clearwater's microphone gets abruptly cut off as...

Moments [:60] (Sixty seconds) pass before "4 Words To Choke Upon" by Bullet For My Valentine hits the arena speakers at a near deafening volume. The crowd pops as a lone spotlight comes on and shines on the stage. Jayson Price walks out from the curtain to an ovation of cheers with a grin on his face. He waves as he’s at the top of the ramp, trying to get them to be louder. Their ovation volume raises as he starts down the ramp.

Price slaps the hands of a few fans, even stopping to take a selfie and enjoy a beer with some of them, before rolling under the bottom rope and popping up to his feet. He unstraps the belt from his waist and throws it over his shoulder before heading over to the corner. He takes a seat on the top turnbuckle and stays there until his tag team partner enters the ring.

As he takes a seat, the music of his tag team partner begins. “Master of Puppets” hits and the crowd immediately begins to boo. The arena is bathed in a Green light as Seth steps out onto the stage. Taking a moment to soak in the booing, he looks around and surveys the crowd. Grinning to himself and energized by the crowd's jeers, he marches down to the ring. Sliding in under the ropes, he stands in the middle of the ring. Extending his arms slowly and then lifting them up to the air, he looks up as if he expects the crowd to adore him. He receives, of course, more booing. The lights fade from Green to Black until Green pyro shoots from each of the four turnbuckles and the lighting returns to normal. Seth surveys the crowd once more before joining Jayson in the corner.

Remi
The challengers are in the ring but here come the APW Tag Team Champions.

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. 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 their music fades.

As the crowd is continuously cheering, the bell sounds to quiet down the crowd [DING! DING! DING!] as Jessica begins speaking.

Jessica Kaine
The following contest is scheduled for One Fall...(the crowd echoes ONE FALL)...and is for the APW Tag Team Championship. Introducing first the challengers. At a total combined weight of Three hundred and Seventy pounds (370 lbs.), they are the team of Jayson Price and Seth Lerch!! (The crowd cheers and boos at their introduction as Jessica announces the next team). And their opponents (the crowd again cheers with a mixture of boos). They are the current reigning and defending APW Tag Team Champions, at a combined weight of Four hundred and Twenty-Three pounds (423 lbs.), they are the team of “The Last King” Corey Black and Frank Patrick Venable...FPV!!

With the crowd again reacting with cheers and boos, the referee is handed over the Tag Team Championship titles. As they’re shown to Jayson and Seth and then to the crowd/hard camera, they’re handed out of the ring and FPV runs after both Jayson and Seth before the referee signals for the bell.

Remi
What the...FPV has revenge on his mind.

Corey runs over to help FPV and looks to be trying to pull him back, but Corey tastes a rolling elbow shot by Jayson which knocks him backwards. Jayson stays on the offense as he follows Corey and the crowd is applauding and going ecstatic with the chaos going on. FPV and Seth are clubbing each other with stiff punches before the two grapple and are rolling around on the mat. It’s first Seth on top who lays in a forearm shot, then it’s FPV who rolls over and is on top hitting Seth with the same shots.

Clearwater
FPV has revenge on his mind after that attack on him last week.

Remi
Clearly.

Corey and Jayson have in their corners as now FPV and Seth are on their feet. The two lock up and it’s first Seth that pushes FPV back toward the ropes. Frank stumbles to either trip up Seth or he’s letting his emotions get the better of him, and sends Seth throat first across the middle rope. Seth tried to catch himself but didn’t in time and he quickly fell to the mat holding his throat. FPV looks to be shaking from his anger and walks over to pick up Seth but Seth uses his legs and wraps them around FPV’s leg and Frank falls to the mat.

Remi
Seth has FPV in a leg grapevine! All that anger FPV let build up got him caught in this possible submission.

Clearwater
There you go, roll. FPV has the rope.

Managing to roll to the rope, the referee counts (1...2...3...4..) to break the hold and Seth does.

Remi
He was wrenching in but using all the referee’s Five count is smart.

On his feet, Seth picks up FPV who’s favoring his ankle. Picking up the hurt leg, FPV is on one leg as Seth brings him away from the ropes and quickly yanks on the injured ankle. His grip slips and FPV recovers with a vicious European uppercut that takes both men down. FPV grabs at his ankle as Corey is cheering for a tag. Seth is laying with his eyes glazed over as Jayson is pleading for a tag. The crowd is ecstatically cheering as the men are crawling to get to their corner.

Remi
Can you believe it? FPV came out of the box tonight with some fire and…

Clearwater
And right now his fire’s run out.

Remi
And there’s the tag

Just as Seth makes the tag to Jayson, FVP makes the tag to Corey and both men come in hot and begin throwing stiff haymaker Rights and Lefts. The crowd comes unglued with roaring cheers as both men are clearly landing every shot.

Remi
This is a fight for the Tag Team Championship and I love it.

Corey catches Jayson with a stiff headbutt that staggers him a bit but Jayson answers back with a jumping knee to the chin that finds its mark. Corey steps back and shakes off the surprise but Jayson follows up with a short-arm clothesline that doesn’t budge Corey. Jayson tries again but again, nothing.

Clearwater
Those clothes lines are having no effect on Corey.

Corey points and tells Jayson to hit the ropes and so he does. Off the ropes, Jayson runs into Corey and is caught. In the fluid motion, Corey sends Jayson over with a high Belly-to-Belly suplex while still on his feet. The crowd is wildly cheering mixed with boos as Corey turns to walk to Jayson but stops and quickly runs at Seth. Corey knocks Seth off the apron!

Remi
YAKUZA KICK TO SETH! Corey just knocked Seth off the apron and now there’s the tag.

Corey tags in FPV and both whip Seth into the ropes. He comes off and they try for a double clothesline but Seth ducks. He hits the opposite rope and he jumps and catches FPV with a dropkick. Frank rolls out the way as Seth quickly gets to his feet but Corey connects his knee to Seth’s face with a loud pop! The crowd reacts with vicious boos and cheers as Corey is standing over looking down at Seth.

Clearwater
Seth was on a roll but Corey just dropped him with that knee.

Remi
Corey is digging into his arsenal of tricks and came out with that one that put a stop to Seth’s momentum.

Jayson gets in the ring to assist Seth but the referee stops him and FPV gets in the ring and slides next to Seth and applies a hold as Corey exits.

Clearwater
Wait! What? They didn’t tag!

The crowd boos as the referee turns around to see FPV with a Cobra clutch. FPV jerks Seth to his feet and takes him down with a bulldog while still in the hold.

Remi
What a move by FPV!

Clearwater
I don’t know what he calls that but I call it effective.

FPV stands up and looks over at Jayson and flips him off before turning back to Seth. Seth grabs at FPV and slowly climbs up…

Remi
FPV is loving this at this point.

On his feet is Seth and FPV lifts Seth back down with a scoop slam. Hitting the rope, FPV jumps and connects with a double knee gutbuster. Rolling off Seth, FPV runs at Jayson who jumps off the apron to the floor so FPV can’t get him. Turning back to Seth who’s slowly getting to his feet, FPV kicks him in the gut and attempts a suplex. Seth blocks it with a leg behind Frank’s. Seth knees him in the gut and hits a desperation and lackluster Pump Handle Slam.

Clearwater
Seth is hurt and you could see it as he strained to lift FPV.

Remi
He didn’t get all of it but he got some.

Seth rolls towards the rope and the crowd sees his agony as he uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Stumbling backwards while using the ropes, he falls into the corner. FPV rolls to his stomach as Seth drops to his knees and crawls to make the tag.

Clearwater
Both men are hurting but looks like...yes, there’s the tag and here comes Jayson.

Remi
FPV is there but OHH!

Jayson runs at Frank and connects with a sliding dropkick to the face. Corey is trying to grab Jayson but the referee admonishes him to get in his corner. Picking up FPV to his feet, Jayson bends him over and delivers a quick snap suplex. The crowd starts chanting (FPV...FPV...FPV) as Corey also rallies them. Jayson picks him up again and FPV wildly swings but misses as Jayson stepped back. The tired and momentumless FPV drops to a knee as Jayson picks him up…

Remi
Frank Venable Price is deadweight right now. He’s out on his feet.

Jayson wraps his arms around his waist for another Belly-to-Belly but FPV headbutts Jayson on the bridge of the nose and immediately his nose starts to bleed.

Clearwater
Was that intentional or accidental? Jayson could have a broken nose.

Remi
FVP is fighting on fumes right now. Was that a desperation move? Whatever it was, it worked.

Jayson releases the hold and FVP turns toward Corey but Jayson grabs his arm and spins him around. FVP quickly turns and catches Jayson with a back elbow...POP...that just knocks him down and FVP falls as well.
Remi
Both men are down but what a shot! Did you hear that? We’ve got a knock down drag out fight on our hands and this thing is still going on.

The referee is checking on Jayson’s nose as FVP is sucking in air trying to catch his breath.

Clearwater
They’re leaving it all in the ring for this one.

Remi
This is a great match for the Tag Team Championship and we’ve still got two more matches to go tonight. Man this is great!

FVP regains his composure and tries to go after Jayson but the referee stops him. As he turns to check on Jayson and is occupied, Corey enters the ring and that brings in Seth. Seth charges at FVP but Corey charges too and drops Seth with a spear. Corey points at FVP and says “ready” and FVP then grabs Seth’s feet.

Clearwater
Pearly Gates!

Remi
Boom! FVP with the catapult and Corey with the V-trigger knee. That’s gotta be it there.

Corey keeps his momentum going as he just leveled Seth and sees Jayson on the outside. He jumps over the top rope and lands on Jayson as the crowd is on their feet with boos and cheers. In the ring, FVP crawls over and lays across Seth. The referee counts as the crowd counts along loudly. [1...2...3!]

"Oroborus" blares over the arena as the crowd erupts with ovatious cheers and boos.

Jessica Kaine
Here are your winners and….STILL….APW Tag Team Champions….Corey Black and FPV...Man Made Gods!!

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Hell in a Cell
Meghan Kelser vs Smith Jones

Jessica Kaine: The next contest takes place inside a fully enclosed cage and is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Jessica Kaine: Introducing first....

The stadium goes dark. After a time, the tron comes to life with a video of Earth from the perspective of the moon. It is breathtakingly beautiful. As we begin to move closer to the planet, we see that there is a storm brewing in the ocean. In all of the oceans! The tumult becomes more and more evident the closer we get to Earth. We eventually fly all the way down into a small village on an island in the middle of the rising sea. A mighty wave comes crashing in against the shore, washing away some of the flimsy structures. Lightning strikes the stage inside the Astrodome and the tron fizzles to black! White smoke starts to billow from every pore of the stage area, filling the ground with plumes fifteen feet high. Just then, a dove comes flying down from the rafters. Not everyone sees it at once, but the spotlights start to follow it as best they can. It flies all the way down to the stage and disappears into the white smoke. Every spotlight in the joint now blasts the stage with pure white light. The tron comes to life with the video for “Power” by Kanye West mixed with highlights of Smith’s signatures and finishers as done to various APW superstars.

As the smoke dissipates, we see a knight in shining silver armour mounted on a white horse that is also adorned in silver elements. The knight also has white feathery wings ten-feet-wide! The silver knight holds his sword aloft and yells at the top of his lungs. It’s a voice we know well.

Smith Jones: “For then shall be great tribulation, such as hath not been from the beginning of the world until now, no, nor ever shall be!!!”

Smitty kicks his heels and the horse takes off down the long, long ramp here inside the Astrodome. As orange sparks now rain down on the stage behind him, Jones gallantly gallups down the aisle to a mixed reaction from the Houston crowd. Twelve women dressed in white flowy dresses and large feathers surround the ring. When Smith arrives at ringside, he steps off the horse’s left side directly onto the steel steps. He mounts them one by one, wiping his feet respectfully on the apron before parting the ropes and taking centre. Smith’s wings are spread out wide as he holds the broadsword up with both hands and the camera zooms in on the details of it. His fingers interlace over the black leather handle. The hilt is silver as is the long, wide blade. The tip of it glints in Smitty’s spotlights. The twelve women in white get into the ring and encircle Smith Jones in a wild whirlpool of humanity. As they move around him, they remove his silver armour, piece by piece, eventually taking the pieces out of the ring. Smitty now stands tall centre ring, 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. He also wears a gray neoprene sleeve over his left elbow.

Representing The Architects... from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... weighing in at two hundred twenty-nine pounds... this is “Classic” SMITH JONES!!!

Not too many of the Houston crowd chant "Clas-sic! Clas-sic! Clas-sic!" as this is Meghan’s family's hometown. Smith sports a strong sneer as he looks up at the cage suspended high above. He thinks about what it’s going to feel like to have that steel structure lowered down over him. He lets out a light chuckle as he turns his gaze to the entranceway.

Remi: What a breathtaking entrance by “Classic” Smith Jones!!! We may be in Meghan’s territory, but Smith Jones just laid claim to that ring in a way that says he is ready for anything!

Clearwater: Well, he’s gonna have to be ready for anything as he faces someone we know can get into his head and rattle him with her mind games? What will she have in store for him here tonight?!

"Unchained” begins to play as the houselights slowly dim. At the twelve second mark lights begin to flicker as the beat and rhythm of the song begin to become louder.

~Alright!

Haaa-ha-ha-ha!

You say, I cannot get there from here, baby

Then I don't care where I'm goin'~

Jessica Kaine: And his opponent…

The Jumbotron lights up with the chrome horse skull and explodes into shots of Meghan from her matches, smacking the taste out Jaice Wilds mouth with a kick to the jaw, laying out Johnny Stylez, laying out Smith Jones with Blackened. Her name flashes on the screen, and a small amount of pyro’s shoot off as Meghan steps out from behind the curtain by herself since the CFH members and Architect members have been banned from ringside.

~Thought you'd never miss me till I got a fat city address

Non-stop talker, what a rocker

Blue-eyed murder in a size five dress~

Jessica Kaine: Hailing from London, Ontario Canada by way of Houston, Texas at a height of five foot ten and weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds....

~Change, nothin' stays the same

Unchained, and ya hit the ground runnin'

Change, ain't nothin' stays the same

Unchained, yeah ya hit the ground runnin'~

Meghan stops and waves at the crowd as she shifts her hips to the right side. She makes her way down to ringside all the while looking up at the cage hanging above the ring.

Jessica Kaine: MEGHAN KELSER!!!!!!!

~I know, I don't ask for permission

This is my chance to fly

Maybe enough ain't enough for you

But it's my turn at a try~

Meghan finger pistol salutes her families hometown crowd.

~ Thought you'd never miss me till I got a fat city address

Non-stop talker, what a rocker

Blue-eyed murder in a size five dress ~

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 her face as the Houston crowd is on their feet for the hometown APW Superstar.

~Change, nothin' stays the same

Unchained, and ya hit the ground runnin'

Change, ain't nothin' stays the same

Unchained, yeah ya hit the ground runnin'~

At that Meghan turns it into a stride and slides under the bottom rope into the ring and jumps up to the top turnbuckle as she raises her fist in the air. She looks up at the lowering cage.

Clearwater: Please note that this is NOT a Hell in a Cell. This is an enclosed cage that fits snug to the ring. It has a roof and no doors at all. No way in and no way out!

Remi: It’s an inescapable structure that threatens to eat them both alive!

Suddenly, Smith Jones comes at her and hops up on the middle rope right behind Meghan! German suplex off the second rope!! Meghan rotates in the air and lands on her feet!! Jones’ back crashes to the mat alone! Meghan is right there to meet him when he gets back to his feet.

DING DING DING!!!

Clearwater: And this match is underway!

She punches him flush on the nose. Jones is stunned and his eyes water. The cage continues to come down. He staggers back and then throws a punch of his own. Kelser ducks it and runs the ropes. As she comes back, Smith catches Meghan with a back breaker on the run. But, no! Kelser turns it into a tilt-a-whirl headscissors that sends Jones rolling and reeling! He slides out under the bottom rope and gets caught under the cage!!!

Clearwater: STOP THE CAGE!! STOP THE CAGE!!! Smith Jones is trapped under the steel cage!!!

Remi: And Meghan is on the attack!!

Kelser gets up to the top rope and comes crashing down with a knee drop to the back of Smith’s head!!!

Remi: FATALITY!!! That’s one of her signatures!!! He’s gotta be finished already!!

Clearwater: RAISE THE DAMNED CA-- Well, okay the cage is finally going up a bit!!

Remi: How big of a bite did that cage just take out of Smith Jones?!? How much of the cage’s weight did Smith take on his spine?!

Ref Silk shoves Meghan Kelser back to the middle of the ring while the ringside trainer checks on Smith. More medical staff arrives at ringside to assess Smith Jones as Kelser paces and fumes, waiting to go on the attack again. Smith pushes the docs away and gets up onto the ring apron. Kelser gets past Referee Silk and grabs Smith in a front facelock over the top rope. She tries to suplex him into the ring, but he blocks it. Jones reverses the situation and throws Meghan Kelser over the top rope with a vertical suplex that takes out much of the medical staff at ringside!!! Smith clutches at his back and then lets out a primal yell. He slides into the ring and runs the far ropes, coming back to dive through the ropes with a tope suicida!!!

Clearwater: Smith Jones just threw himself headfirst into Tomorrow!!

Smith blasts Meghan’s body clear over the ringside barricade and into the front row!!! Ref Silk gets out of the ring and checks on Jones who is now down in agony on the ringside floor. Eddie Silk then goes to where Kelser is pulling herself up using the barricade. She shoves him aside and leaps at Smitty with a missile dropkick!! Jones’ back slams against the side of the ring and he screams in pain! The crowd starts cheering loudly for Kelser here in her hometown! She soaks it in for a minute before returning her attention to her opponent. Meghan bends down looking to pick up Jones when Smith jabs his thumb deep into her eye socket! The Strader sister is caught by surprise as she screams out in pain! Meghan backs up against the retaining wall, clutching at her face. Smith brings himself up to his feet and walks over to Meghan, successfully grabbing onto a handful of her jet black hair. He rolls her into the ring and slithers in behind her. Smith pulls Meghan up to her feet and quickly levels her back down with a DDT. Jones grabs at his hurting back and uses the ropes to get himself standing again. He drops her across his knee with a backbreaker. Smith stands over the fallen body of Meghan Kelser and begins pulling at her as he applies a Boston crab.

Remi: Smitty deciding to share the pain that he is feeling with Meghan!

Clearwater: The cage is finally fully lowered here! We are about to see these two inflict a lot more damage, Remi! This Boston crab is cinched up tight!

Meghan grabs onto her hair with both hands as she cries out from the pain shooting throughout her body. The referee kneels down near the two and begins asking Meghan if she would like to tap out in order to have Smith release the hold. Meghan shakes her head no with determination as she begins using her elbows to attempt crawling closer towards the ropes. Smith leans back looking to apply more pressure to the Boston crab, but Meghan continues to fight against the hold until she finally manages to reach the bottom rope with the tip of her fingers. She then pulls herself towards the chain link of the cage. Her desperation to escape allows her to pull Smitty along with her. Meghan Kelser clutches the chain link and drags herself under the bottom rope forcing Jones to adjust his grip and then lose his grip altogether. He gives Meghan a sharp kick to the left knee. Now on the ring apron, Meghan uses the cage to pull herself up so she is standing between the ropes and the cage wall. Smith rushes in and just throws his body at her, crushing her against the cage! She falls back down onto the apron and the rolls into the ring.

Clearwater: Smitty choosing not to focus on just one body part here! He’s just attacking at random!

Remi: Nothing that “Classic” Smith Jones does is random, Clearwater! He is thinking about the long game and taking every chance he can to damage every part of Kelser!

Smith slowly circles around Meghan Kelser who is holding onto her knee with one hand as she slowly attempts to bring herself back up onto her own feet. Smith waits patiently, like a lion would stalk its prey, and the moment that Meghan staggers back onto her feet Smith is there to greet her with a vicious spinning heel kick that levels Meghan back down onto the mat flat on her back. Smith places himself on top of Meghan and hooks the leg making the first pin attempt of the match. Silk slides down and begins to make the count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

KICKOUT!!!

Meghan manages to lift her shoulder up from the mat interrupting the three count. Smith stands up onto his feet looking annoyed with Meghan and he reaches down to pull her up again, but Meghan stops him with a rake to the eyes. Smith staggers back blinded for a moment, which gives Meghan the time to jump her to her feet and rush towards Smith hitting him with a running neckbreaker that levels both of them down against the mat. Meghan inches closer over towards the fallen body of Smith and drapes one arm over his body. Silk slides down against the mat and begins to make the three count once again.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

KICKOUT!!!

Meghan pounds her fist against the mat in frustration as she rolls away from Smith in an attempt to catch her breath. Smith pulls himself up onto his feet and as he watches Meghan doing the same thing more slowly, Smith takes a running start and levels Meghan back down against the mat with a Russian leg sweep. Smith pulls Meghan back upwards by grabbing onto two handfuls of her hair. Smith hits Meghan with a quick snapmare that sends Meghan crashing down hard against the mat and holding onto her lower back thanks to the impact.

Clearwater: Smitty is in full control now!

Remi: And what he wants is to get a little more violent!

Smith grabs onto Meghan Kelser and quickly tosses Meghan head first into the steel cage! Smith grabs her by the ears and starts rubbing and mashing her face against the chain link fence used for the cage. Smith stops, pulling her bloodied face back to look into her eyes. He takes stock of what’s left of her soul and deems it far too much. He grins at how much work there is left to do. Jones tosses Kelser’s head down hard into the mat. He picks up Kelser, and connects with a swinging neck breaker. He crawls back up into the corner, and looks out at the crowd. As he turns around he is hit with VENGEANCE and he hits the mat hard. Meghan raises her hand in the air as she jumps to the top rope. The crowd chants.

Crowd: C-F-H! C-F-H!

Meghan leaps with a 630 degree Senton and Corkscrew from the top rope. Meghan clutches her lower back after impact before she drapes her arm over Jones’s chest. Eddie drops for the count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

KICKOUT!!!

Clearwater: Meghan putting her own body on the line to inflict damage! She’s gotta stay on top of Smith Jones!

Meghan and Smith get up slowly. Jones and Kelser nod at each other and just start throwing lefts and rights at each other.

Clearwater: This match has descended into an all out brawl!!

Remi: Anybody want a potato?! These two are just tossing bricks out here! Punch, punch, punch! Back and forth! Kelser! Jones! Kelser! Jones!

Crowd: Yay! Boo! Yay! Boo! Yay! Boo! Yay!

Smith takes Meghan down quickly with a swift kick to her feet. Jones grabs both her legs putting them together, then quickly splitting them causing Meghan to writhe in pain on the mat. Smith now takes his turn on the top rope. The fans give him a huge pop as he leaps off the top rope with an Frog Splash. Unfortunately for him Meghan rolls out of the way!

Clearwater: Nobody home!!

Meghan pounces quickly on the fallen Jones and hooks on a half crab. Smith squirms in pain as he begins reaching for the ropes. Jones uses the ropes to help himself twist and squirm and loosen Meghan’s grasp on him. Meghan drops the hold. Smith quickly clambers to get up. Meghan throws punch, but Smith ducks and rolls in through the ropes. Meghan turns around to attack and is met by a punch from Smith Jones. Blood from the earlier cage attack is flowing pretty good as she staggers backwards. Jones charges at Meghan. Meghan ducks and gets leapfrogged. Expecting Jones to bounce off the other ropes, she turns around and is greeted this time by a roundhouse kick to the head!

Remi: Precision aim and perfect timing there by Jones! Just classic!

Jones and Meghan are back up in the ring and taking shots back and forth now, opening up an all out brawl in the middle of the ring until Jones whips Meghan towards the corner. Meghan catches herself and lifts her body upwards, her feet aimed back as Jones runs towards her. Yet instead of running into Meghan’s boots, Jones catches himself and then grabs Meghan by the legs and rips her off the corner, spinning and dropping her down onto the canvas with a face-first sitdown powerbomb. Jones is up and jumps onto the top rope but as he comes off with a double elbow drop Meghan spins herself out of the way and lashes out with a double sideways thrust kick to the back of Jones’s head as he hits the canvas, adding thunder to the impact. Meghan is up now and flips herself off the top rope and hits a moonsault onto Jones. Meghan gets onto her feet. Meghan lashes out with an elbow uppercut to Jones’s chin sending him stumbling back. Meghan raises her left leg up, her knee twisted inwards as she snaps her foot forward into Jones’s side. Meghan attempts this with her right leg but Jones raises his leg to block. Meghan starts a fury, switching and rotating between legs with this set of attacks but Jones keeps up with his blocks. Meghan jumps back and cocks her right leg straight forward towards Smith’s face in an angle kick, but Jones dodges it and grabs hold of her leg. Meghan hops up and spins her left leg upwards to take Jones out but Jones ducks this as well and now Meghan falls awkwardly to the canvas, Jones still holding onto her leg. Quickly capitalizing now Jones applies a half Boston crab on Meghan and mounts the pressure.

Remi: Smitty sitting in deep and really savouring Meghan’s pain!

Clearwater: He has a look of ecstasy on his face! Smith Jones is definitely enjoying this!

Meghan manages to wriggle out, grabbing Smith’s ankle and taking advantage of her smaller size to work out of the hold! Jones goes to a corner and crouches down, watching Meghan writhe and crawl on the mat. Kelser gets to the opposite corner and grabs the bottom rope. She pulls herself up to the middle rope. Jones explodes out of the corner and comes charging in with a running hip attack, crushing Meghan’s head between himself and the middle turnbuckle pad!!! As Meghan falls to the mat in the corner, Smith laughs to himself and stumbles backwards like a drunkard. He falls to a knee and then crawls towards Meghan to make the pin!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

NOOOOOO!!!

Smith rolls onto his back and laughs out loud, kicking his feet like a giddy little child. He looks over at Meghan Kelser and then stops laughing. Deadly serious, now, Smitty stalks Kelser. He reaches down to get a handful of hair, but Meghan spits blood into his eyes!!!

Clearwater: Meghan Kelser just spit blood into the eyes of Smith Jones!!!

Remi: She spat about half a litre of blood into Jones’ face!! You have no idea how much that stings and disables your vision!!

Jones is trying to wipe his eyes so he can see, but it buys Meghan just enough time to leap off the second rope and connect with a clothesline as Jones falls to the mat and Meghan covers.

ONE!!!

KICKOUT!!!

Kelser is up and hits the ropes and bounces back with a flying elbow towards Jones who instinctively ducks out of the way. She stumbles back but catches herself on her feet as Jones goes for an enzuigiri, she completely bends backwards and dodges the strike. Quickly Kelser goes to trip Jones as he stands on one foot and does so but Jones pushes himself forward and lands on his other foot before turning his body to an angle and getting back to balance. With almost a renewed energy the two begin circling each other, blood still pouring from Meghan’s head.

Remi:

Clearwater:

Smith throws his Classic smile at the Cowgirl and she sends her sneer back at him as they both begin to circle the ring once more. Jones rushes forward snapping out a thrust kick which still stings as Kelser blocks it by raising her left leg and knee to cover her midsection. Jones throws an elbow towards her face at that very moment but she dodges it and grabs a hold of him, out of nowhere nailing a exploder suplex. Jones rolls away and gets back to his feet just as quick as she does. Kelser snaps a thrust kick of her own but Jones blocks it in kind this time and uses his leg to sweep her off of her feet. Quickly switching styles Jones kicks her hard on the inside of her thigh and then grabs her by the legs and turns her over, placing her in an ankle lock! Jones screams as he applies as much pressure as possible to Kelser’s ankle, wrenching it and contorting it unnaturally. Meghan shakes her head violently in protest, never allowing herself to come close to defeat. She tries to overpower Jones with the strength of her legs but Jones maintains the grip and begins to drag her into the middle of the ring. In a complete display of agility, Kelser pushes herself up by her hands and quickly places her hands around Smith Jones' neck and holds the position. As Jones applies pressure on the ankle lock he is then pulled back by the pressure from Meghan Kelser and her unorthodox hold over him. Eddie Silk has no idea how to react to this double hold pulled off by both superstars. Jones' grimaces are muffled by the fact he is choking out and Kelser clenches her teeth as her hold also adds pressure to her ankle from Jones' submission. Finally both of them let go at the same time and Jones stumbles forward and onto his chest on the canvas, as Kelser falls forward as well and onto her chest. They both crawl away from each other, Kelser favoring her ankle and Jones coughing as he massages his throat.

Remi: They’re straight up trying to murder each other.

Kelser is up first, followed quickly by Jones. As they both rush each other in the ring, Kelser unleashes a furious attack on “Classic” Smith Jones as she strikes quickly with a soccer kick to Jones' left knee followed by one to his right knee. Jones falls to his knees and she then brings up another swift soccer kick right into his chest which has him clutch the area of his heart before he grabs his head and brings her knees in succession into his face. Jones falls over and seems out of it as Kelser takes aim for his head and hits a back brain kick. She turns away for a single moment to gather momentum but quickly Jones grabs ahold of her from between her legs and pulls her down. She lands on her face. Jones gets her with a wheelbarrow suplex through the ropes and into the cage wall!!!

Clearwater: The Tantrum!!! Smith Jones just threw The Tantrum against that chain link cage wall!!!

Remi: He’s dragging her to the middle of the ring!! The pin!!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THR- KICKOUT!!!!!

Jones shakes it off and gets to his feet, as does Kelser. Jones attempts to lay in a kick to the gut but Kelser grabs his leg and spins him around and out of nowhere hits her protégés BLURRED LINES! The crowd erupts as she hooks his legs and goes for the cover herself!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THR- KICKOUT!

Kelser sneers and doesn't seem surprised as she rolls herself away from Jones. Jones gets to his feet and shakes off the move and waits as Kelser rushes forward to him. She tries to connect a clothesline to his face but he counters with a timely arm drag sending her to the canvas. She's up quickly but out of nowhere Jones locks on and applies a fisherman’s suplex taking her back down. As she lays on the canvas the camera flashes go off as Jones springboards himself off the top rope and lands an incredible corkscrew moonsault onto Kelser as he heels clip the roof of the cage! She however throws him off of her much to Jones' surprise and enjoyment. He winks at Kelser as she spins herself on her back almost like a breakdancer and lands a yakuza kick square in Jones' smug face. Jones falls back again but completely rolls himself up and over and back onto his feet as Kelser jumps to her feet. Both of them rush each other now and a brawl breaks out as Jones and Kelser begin exchanging lefts and rights to the enjoyment of the crowd. Kelser's head snaps back hard with each blow, but so does Jones' head and as he backs up he seems surprised at her striking power. He smiles, Kelser signaling he shouldn't be surprised now. Jones rushes forward and spears Kelser at the last moment straight into the corner turnbuckle. But Kelser uses her leg strength and climbs up to the top rope with Jones' head now locked in-between her right arm. She pushes herself off and spins with Jones locked in her arm and lands a powerful flying DDT with Jones' face kissing canvas at the end of it!

Clearwater: What incredible impact! Meghan Kelser is in full control!

She now does a bit of double stomping on Jones, using the cage to leverage herself as she jumps with both feet and lands on Jones chest not once, not twice but thrice until Jones moves out of the way and hops back up onto his feet. Jones begins moving rapidly now using quick footwork to throw her off as he raises his fists in the air. He moves forward with a straight hook to her face and she easily dodges it however that was Jones' plan. As she goes for the dodge Jones pulls back and sends himself backwards onto one leg as he sweeps his right leg upwards and straight into Kelser's chin. This sends Kelser stumbling into the ropes but she uses this to her advantage. As Jones adjusts himself back onto two feet without falling she's already running towards him having bounced off the ropes and lands a perfect missile dropkick to Jones' face. Jones spins around and collapses to his knees. Kelser jumps up onto his back as Jones gets to his feet and she begins landing a number of hard lefts and rights into the top of his head as he stumbles around, but Jones catches Meghan off guard when he uses one of his hands to grab onto her backside. Angirly Kelser pushes herself forward in an attempt to hurricanrana Jones but he simply drops backwards at the same time slamming her face first into the steel cage and her body crumbles to the mat. He waves to the younger sister at ringside, Tamika, and winks at her before getting back to his feet. As she gets up she isn't too amused and rushes forward, as does Jones. But this time it's she who catches Jones off guard as she comes to a sudden stop and manages to lift Jones up, dropping him back down for a fallaway slam.

Remi: What a display of power by Meghan Kelser!!

Kelser sees a chance to capitalize on him but she lets him get to his feet. They both hit the ropes and connect with simultaneous clotheslines on each other now sending each other flipping into the air and down onto the canvas in a pile. The crowd cheers begins to chant, alternating between the Architect and Cowgirl.

Crowd: LET’S GO, KELSER! LET’S GO, JONES! LET’S GO, KELSER! LET’S GO, JONES! LET’S GO, KELSER! LET’S GO, JONES! LET’S GO, KELSER! LET’S GO, JONES! LET’S GO, KELSER! LET’S GO, JONES!

They both get up together at the same time now and Kelser rushes forward and jumps into the air, flying across the ring and nailing Jones hard in the face with a flying super kick. Jones flips back and hits the back of his head on the cage hard. The sudden impact from the superkick sends a burst of blood out of the back of his head. Jones grabs the back of his head and looks at the blood from it as he crawls to the corner and uses the ropes to help him get back to his feet. Kelser smiles as she moves in for the kill now, grabbing Jones and spinning him around and then picks him and lands a spinebuster. The crowd goes nuts as she climbs the top rope and raises her arms. Jones seems completely out of it right now as she grabs onto the roof of the cage and begins moving to be directly over top of him. She starts to swing her hips to gain some momentum and lets go to drop down ontop of him with a elbow but Smith moves, rolling up his knees causing her skull to crash into them! Smith gets up, grabbing Kelser by her hair and shoves her head between his legs and lifts her up for a sitout piledriver!!! THE CLASSIC!!! It’s his finisher!!! The hometown crowd of the Strader family begins chanting for the Cowgirl!

Crowd: KEL-SER! KEL-SER! KEL-SER!

ONE!!!

Crowd: KEL-SER!

TWO!!

Crowd: KEL-SER!

THRE- KICKOUT!!!!!

Crowd: KEL-SER! KEL-SER! KEL-SER!

Jones can’t believe what has just happened!! Meghan Kelser just kicked out of The Classic!!! Meghan rolls onto her side and squints her eyes as she coughs up blood and begins to show signs of life. The crowd's chants do not die down as she uses the ropes to bring herself to her feet while bobbing her head to their chants. She roars as she looks into the crowd with a grand smile over her face, blood stained and all. She walks quickly around the ring to each side and throws her hands in the air to raise the volume of the chants before saluting the crowd at each side. Jones is already back on his feet and watches just her, somewhat admirably as she plays to the crowd and they rejuvenate her. Jones is back on his feet now and gives Kelser a nod. Respect?

Clearwater: Respect?

Remi: Mind games, Clearwater!

Jones goes for a grapple and locks horns with Kelser now, but Jones is surprised at how strong Kelser responds to the lock. Jones attempts to raise his knee into her ribs but she blocks while maintaining the grapple hold, knowing Smith has enough experience to get out of this. Jones smirks as he goes for another knee to the ribs but Kelser sneers as she blocks the attack with ease, but she's caught off guard when Jones violently headbutts her in the forehead sending her back. Jones moves in quickly now and picks up Kelser from her waist and lands a sudden snap northern lights suplex on the leader of the Cowgirls From hell. He moves in and on top of her quickly, and begins unloading a series of powerful blow smearing the blood she has been leaking for awhile now. Kelser seems dazed with the loss of blood this match as Jones jumps up onto his feet and pulls her up by her hair, whipping her into the ropes. She comes flying back and attempts a spear of her own into Jones but he latches onto her, using her own momentum to DDT her straight into the canvas. Jones is up first and lifts her up by her hair again and this time she pushes him back and lands a sudden tiger suplex on Jones as she latches onto him. But both of them are up on their feet quickly now but Jones strikes first and quickly, gouging her in the eyes. Meghan Kelser tries to grab her face but Jones capitalizes and kicks her square in the gut before grabbing her head and neck and laying out Kelser with a Death Valley Driver! The crowd is on their feet as Jones hooks both of her legs and Eddie Silk drops for the count!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THRE -KICKOUT!!! KICKOUT!!!!

Jones sits up quickly now in disbelief as he looks at the downed Meghan Kelser and then at Silk and then the crowd itself. Jones begins to smile and laugh as he gets himself to his feet, genuinely applauding Kelser as she gets herself to her feet. Jones wipes some blood from his face, as does Kelser and she mouths something inaudible to us at home. Jones smirks and nods as they both rush forward to each other again and this time it's Kelser who takes advantage as she stomps on Jones right foot taking him off balance. She grabs a hold and hits Jones with her finisher BLACKENED! She hooks his leg as Eddie drops for the count!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THR- KICKOUT!!!!

Clearwater: This is just unreal!! Smith Jones just kicked out of Kelser’s devastating finisher Blackened!!!

Jones is back onto his feet rather quickly, all things considered as Kelser continues her assault with a MMA styled angle kick of her own straight to his ribs which sends him leaning against the ropes and cage. Kelser hops up onto the middle rope aside him and hits a spinning heel kick taking Jones down and out. Jones seems completely dazed as he sits up in the ring and seems half out of it. Meghan Kelser sees her chance now and she runs towards the ropes and comes back, sliding in and hitting Jones in the neck with a lariat that completely takes him out. Kelser quickly drags him a bit more to the center of the ring and collapses on top of him, hooking the leg as Silk goes for the count.

ONE!!!

KICKOUT!!!

Clearwater: Kelser is incredulous!!

Remi: How in the hell did Smitty kick out at one?!?

Meghan looks out through the chain link at the thousands of fans cheering and chanting her name. She sees old friends in the front row. She looks into the eyes of various family members. Something stirs in her gut that drives her instantly to her feet. Meghan Kelser’s face turns more angry as she goes after Jones. Kelser gets Jones in a standing butterfly lock and then drops him with a double arm DDT!!! The pin!!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

KICKOUT!!!

Kelser is again shocked at the kickout!! She pulls at her own hair and screams as she gets up and drags Jones to his feet. Smith suddenly spins and connects hard to the temple with a spinning back elbow!!! Kelser falls flat on her back!!

Clearwater: The Unexpected!!! Meghan Kelser looks to be out cold from Smitty’s signature!!

Remi: He just absolutely cleaned her clock with that spinning back elbow!! Meghan just dropped like a ton of feathers!!!

Clearwater: Kelser is not moving at all! Jones hit her with that gray neoprene sleeve he wears over his left elbow! I wouldn’t be surprised if that thing were LOADED!

Remi: Loaded?!?!! Are you nuts?? Did you see how hard he just hit her???

Smitty is now standing on the middle turnbuckle on the inside.

Remi: He’s pulling down that right kneepad, Clearwater!! He’s going for Gravitas!!!

Clearwater: It’ll be all over for Meghan Kelser if Smith Jones hits this… Wait a minute! He’s climbing all the way to the top rope!!!

Smith takes aim at the back of Meghan’s head and he jumps as high as he can from the top rope! He jumps a little too high and his head grinds against the roof of the rage! His body now falls uncontrollably downward. Kelser tries to move out of the way at the last moment, but Smith comes crashing down HARD on top of Meghan’s chest!!! They both lie flat in the middle of the ring with Jones on top!!! Eddie Silk lays down the count!!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

DING! DING!! DING!!!

Remi: YES!!!

Jessica Kaine: Here is your winner… “Classic” SMITH JONES!!!!!

Remi: He did it!!! Smith Jones has defeated Meghan--

Clearwater: Wait, wait, wait a minute, Remi! Referee Jasmine Silk is running down the ramp to ringside! She has a very concerned look on her face!

Remi: What’s going on here! Jasmine is yelling at her father through the cage!

Jasmine Silk: Dad! What the hell?? Open your eyes!!! Smith’s shoulders were down!!!

Eddie Silk: I counted Meghan’s shoulders down!! Smith Jones is the winner!!!

Jasmine Silk: Smith Jones is NOT THE WINNER!!! His shoulders were on the mat!!! Don’t drag the Silk name down like this!!! Think of grandpa, dad!! You know this isn’t right!!

Eddie’s face goes pale as he turns to face the fallen competitors in the ring.

Jasmine Silk: RESTART THE MATCH, DAD!

Eddie Silk: Look at them!!! They are in no condition to continue to compete! This match is over!! NO CONTEST!!!!

Jasmine Silk: WHAT???!?

Clearwater: No contest???

Jessica Kaine: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been declared NO CONTEST!!!!

Crowd: Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!

Remi: I do not believe this!!!

Both competitors bleed out into the canvas as chaos reigns inside the Astrodome!

Clearwater: Remi, call this replay!

Remi: Well, here we see Smith Jones on the top rope! He leaps a bit too high and catches his head on the roof of the cage!! He got his scalp damned near ripped off there, Clearwater, as his body hurtles towards the Earth! I’m surprised there’s not an actual crater in Kelser’s torso after Smith crushed her from that wild fall! Now, here’s the controversial pin! Jones lands on his back on top of Kelser who is also on her back and, yes, both of Meghan’s shoulders ARE on the mat!!!

Clearwater: They are, but so are Smith’s as ref Silk lays down the three count on BOTH of these superstars!!! They are both absolutely lifeless during that pin!!

Remi: One, two, three!!!

The cage begins to rise as the ring floods with medical staff who attend to both fallen fighters. Referee Eddie Silk walks up the ramp followed closely by his daughter, Jasmine. The crowd goes wild!

Crowd: THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!! THANK YOU, KELSER!!! THANK YOU, JONES!!!

Clearwater: Nothing but respect from this Houston crowd for two competitors who put everything on the line to destroy one another here tonight at Gods of Wrestling!!!

Remi: They laid it all on the line and we STILL didn’t see a winner in this one!!

Medical staff continues to work on both Meghan Kelser and Smith Jones who are both still not moving as we fade to a merch promo.

Last Edit: Apr 27, 2020 19:41:44 GMT -5 by Adam Dante

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Main Event

APW World Heavyweight Championship

Andre Aquarius vs. Damon Warrens (c)

Clearwater: Ladies and gentlemen, coming up next is A BIG ONE! The main event of the evening between two of the BIGGEST rookies in APW!

Remi: You heard that right, folks! These two are still practically brand new to our neck of the woods and already, headlining a HUGE stage here in Houston!

Clearwater: You know they’re going to be coming into this one extra motivated too! For Andre, this is that elusive opportunity he’s not really had yet in his career and for Damon, this isn’t just his first title defense, because the champ comes in here fighting for a lot more than just himself!

Remi: This is going to be money! I can’t wait!

Jessica Kaine: The following match is scheduled for..

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Jessica Kaine: and it is for the APW WORLD. HEAVYWEIGHT. CHAMPIONSHIP!!

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.

Clearwater: An impressive and MAJOR first win in APW for Andre Aquarius to get to this point and you gotta think, he’s got a lot of momentum here!

Remi: Thanks in no small part to Warrens for making the count that brought Aquarius here!

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.

Clearwater: The electricity in this building is unreal tonight!

Remi: That’s almost seventy THOUSAND chanting for APW right now!

The opening notes of "The Nobodies" by Marilyn Manson ring through the arena and the lights go out. Moments later the lyrics come in and red light slowly fades in on the stage revealing Damon Warrens sitting on his throne of thorns on stage. The Nitemare stands up and opens up his merlot red trench coat revealing the Alpha Pro Wrestling World Championship around his waist. The Devil Himself walks stoically to the ring.

Jessica Kaine: Coming to the ring, from San Diego California; standing at six-feet, and one inch tall and weighing in at two-hundred twenty-five pounds... he is the Alpha Pro Wrestling WORLD CHAMPION!!! He is the Devil Himself.... DAMON WARRENS!

Damon walks to the right side of the ring. He turns to face the crowd, a lost look plastered across his face before slowly entering through the ropes. Damon stands in the center of the ring and unfastens the APW World Championship from his waist. Warrens holds the championship out towards the referee who then hands it off to the timekeeper. Damon removes his crown as well as his jacket and mask and steps towards his challenger, his blank white eyes staring unnervingly in anticipation of the match.

Clearwater: The time is NOW! Damon Warrens! Andre Aquarius!

Remi: The referee checking on both men n-

Clearwater: Andre slaps Damon Warrens across the face!

Crowd: YES! YES! YES! YES!

Damon’s face grows a fiery crimson as he pivots his head back towards the challenger.

Clearwater: Bell not yet rang, the official trying to keep things under control here!

As the ref tries to keep the two men seperated, his efforts are interrupted once more as Andre steps forward and shoves Damon back towards his own corner.

Andre: Come on, muhfucker!

Remi: HOLY FUCKING SHIT! JUSTIFIABLE HOMICIDE!

Clearwater: AQUARIUS IS WOBBLING! I THINK THE NOSE IS BROKEN!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Remi: The bell has still not rung and Andre is already in a bad spot!

Clearwater: He’s busted open bad, Remi! Damon just turned Andre’s nose into a right angle!

Aquarius sags back into his own corner as the ref shouts at Warrens to stay back in his own. Andre swipes across his lower face, flinging the blood off to the mat below as more continues to trickle down into his mouth and down his chin.

Referee: Andre, are you good?

Andre nods his head persistently as the ref leans underneath to observe the stream of red. He raises his arms hesitantly in an X formation as Andre shouts back.

Andre: START IT!

The ref shakes his head, calling for the bell reluctantly as both men charge at each other once again.

DING DING DING!!

Clearwater: JUSTIFIABLE HOMICIDE AGAIN FROM THE CHAMPION!

Remi: My….GOD!

Andre goes down hard as Damon scrambles for the cover. Before he can, Andre rolls quickly to the outside, collapsing against the black padding below, trying desperately to get back to his feet.

Clearwater: Smart move by Aquarius to get out of danger there, saving this match up for now.

Remi: How much more is left here though? Warrens has Andre in a very bad spot right now and this one could be over quick!

Clearwater: The champion rolling to the outside, stalking after the challenger.

Damon finds Andre crawling back to the apron and trying to pull himself up. He grabs a handful of Aquarius’ hair and hoists him the rest of the way.

1!

Remi: Irish whip from the champ.

Clearwater: Aquarius reverses it!

Remi: WARRENS SENT FACE FIRST INTO THE POST!

2!

Damon is able to brace himself, cradling the post as Andre shakes his head, seemingly out of frustration as well as creating a path of temporary visibility from the blood flow.

3!

Clearwater: Andre with the footing back, turning this one back around quickly.

Remi: Somehow, someway! We’ve got a contest on our hands now folks!

4!

Clearwater: Stinger splash into the post!

5!

6!

Before Warrens is able to drop to the ground, Andre maintains his positioning and pulls him back against himself and rolls the champion into the ring.

7!

Remi: Both men back in the ring to break up the count!

Andre reaches up with his right hand, grabbing for the top rope and pulling himself to a vertical base once more as Warrens crawls back to his original corner. He circles the champion until he has him trapped near the post, he holds the rope again for stability and raises up his right foot before driving it down into the middle of Damon’s back. He proceeds to unload with a chain of right stomps.

Ref: 1! 2! 3! 4!

Aquarius lets go of the rope and takes a step back with his hands up.

Clearwater: Warrens very hot out of the gate tonight, but Aquarius has found a way to slow things down and allow himself to work around the injury just a little better.

Remi: Still an absolute mess right now though!

Clearwater: Right back to the corner for Aquarius!

Remi: Warrens catches the foot though, both challenger and champion on the mat now!

Clearwater: Damon fighting for control!

Remi: FIGURE FOUR LOCKED IN!

Andre screams out in pain as Warrens cranks back. Andre looks to contemplate the tap, but reaches to his left to grab the rope.

Clearwater: Rope break here, great positioning by Aquarius

Ref: 1! 2! 3! 4!

As the hold is broken up, Warrens makes his way back up and locks his arms around the challenger’s waist.

Remi: Trying to get Andre up for the German.

Clearwater: Stomp to the foot by Aquarius!

Warrens is forced back, giving Andre just enough time to answer back.

Remi: #PEPEKICK!

Clearwater: Warrens is back down now!

Andre rolls back through and dashes for the corner again.

Remi: Looking to the sky!

Andre braces himself up top and stands with his back turned towards the champion.

Clearwater: MOOOOONSAULT!

Remi: FOOT IS UP! WARRENS GET THE FOOT UP!

Clearwater: Nasty counter boot from Warrens connects right on the nose of Andre Aquarius!

Remi: Warrens with the roll up!

1!

2!

Remi: NOOO! ANDRE KICKS UP AT TWO!

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* THIS IS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

Clearwater: How in the HELL did Aquarius get the shoulder up?!

Andre rolls to the edge of the ring, laying on the outside momentarily before reaching to hoist himself back up. As Andre teeters on the apron, Warrens makes his way back to his feet as well and bounces off the opposite side.

Remi: Right hand from Aquarius, knocking Warrens back a bit.

Clearwater: Warrens answers right back with a right hand of his own!...and a second...and a third right from Warrens!

Remi: Damon pulling Andre through the ropes, going for the DDT now.

Clearwater: Both men slipping here a bit. It looks like the heavy offense is taking its toll here!

Warrens maintains the hold and yanks Andre up, but the challenger pushes free and slams another right into Damon’s face.

Remi: Andre with a series of big right hands!

Clearwater: Very impressive in holding his own with Warrens tonight, especially with the injured nose!

Warrens stacks back to a corner again as Andre sprints at the champion.

Remi: Big European uppercut from Aquarius!

Clearwater: Turning around, but he’s right back at it!

Remi: #Wipeout!

Clearwater: Bulldog out of the corner.

Remi: No, Warrens slips out! Warrens pulling Andre back!

Clearwater: BADD DREAM!

Warrens cranks Andre’s legs back and crawls over his challenger, pushing his weight down in a seated position as the ref drops down.

1!

2!

3 -- NO!

Remi: Andre with the kickout!

Clearwater: Warrens pushed towards the ropes!

Remi: Both champion and challenger staring daggers through each other now!

The two men circle each other, the space between them slowly shrinking before they both go back on the offensive.

Clearwater: HERE WE GO! FLURRY OF RIGHTS AND LEFTS FROM AQUARIUS AND WARRENS!

Remi: This crowd is eating it up! Neither man is refusing to let up!

Clearwater: Headbutt from Aquarius!

Remi: Right back atcha says the champion!

Clearwater: Trading headbutts now!

Remi: Just when you think there’s nothing left in the tank, these two find a way!

The camera angle switches back and forth as Andre and Damon scream in each other’s faces before one last syncronized attack.

Clearwater: DOUBLE HEADBUTT!

Andre and Damon both drop to one knee, Andre’s face barely visible under a sheet of both old and new blood, Damon’s forehead now bleeding as well.

Remi: Referee checking in on both men and this is not looking good!

Clearwater: Right back up though!

Remi: What else do these men have for each other?!

Crowd: FIGHT FOREVER! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* FIGHT FOREVER! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* FIGHT FOREVER! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

Clearwater: Both men off the ropes this time!

Remi: Andre leaping up!

Clearwater: #FUCCBOUYANT!

Remi: Warrens ducks underneath and HE’S off the ropes now!

Clearwater: Going for Justifiable Homicide!

Remi: Andre ducks THAT though!

Clearwater: Andre bouncing back!

Remi: Bicycle kick attempt, but Warrens catches the foot!

Clearwater: Enzuigiri from Andre drops the champion!

Remi: Andre right back up and off the ropes again.

Clearwater: #DANKINFUSION!!!!!

Remi: Knee driven into the back of the head!

Clearwater: Andre rolls him over! Andre with a cover here!

1!

2!

3!

Remi: Are...you...kidding?...

Clearwater: Foot on the ropes! Warrens gets a foot on the bottom rope!

Remi: Doing what a champion does and just managing to survive!

Clearwater: I’m...I’m speechless, Remi..

With clenched teeth and a battered mug, Andre grabs the challenger by his now orange locks and pulls his face up to his own.

Andre: STAY THE FUCK DOWN!

Remi: Wait a minute! Warrens has him by the nose!

Clearwater: Warrens sinks his teeth down around the broken nose!

Andre reels back up and to his feet, screaming out in agony as the champion limps to his feet, both men seemingly out of it.

Remi: Warrens heading back in, looking to engage in another strike fest.

As the champion pulls back with the right hand, Andre stumbles forward, spitting the pooled up blood collecting in his mouth in his opponents’ face.

Clearwater: Warrens is blinded! Andre spitting his own blood into the champion’s eyes!

Both men fall back against the ropes, wiping blood out of their faces one last time before charging forward, once again in sync with one another!

Remi: JUSTIFIABLE HOMICIDE!

Clearwater: #FUCCBOUYANT!

Remi: BOTH MEN CONNECT, BOTH MEN GO DOWN!

Clearwater: Damon falls on top of Andre though! We have a cover!

1!

2!

3!

DING DING DING!!

Remi: What...just...happened?!

Clearwater: After one of the nastiest battles we’ve ever seen in APW, Damon squeaks out the win!

Jessica Kaine: The winner of this match and STILLLLLLLLL the APW World Champion...DAAAAAMON WARRRRENNNSS!!!

The crowd explodes as the title is brought into the ring, Damon barely making it to his feet as the title is handed to him. He stumbles back down and rolls under the bottom rope, escaping up the ramp with the belt hoisted above his head as fireworks go off across the Astrodome and “The Nobodies” blasts through the arena.

Remi: An instant classic, an absolute dog fight between two men willing to do anything and EVERYTHING to come out on top, but with the final bell, Damon Warrens comes out ON TOP!

Clearwater: That’s all she wrote for Gods of Wrestling! We’ll see you next time! GOODNIGHT!

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