Monday Night Metal S01/E02 "06/24/19" *COMPLETE*

Mike Clearwater: Now for the show you’ve all been waiting for, the return to blood as Masuda Jubei and Trent Page must tag for the first time in their careers. And after last week’s fiasco no less.

St. Remi: These guys left us wanting more last week. All because of “concussion protocol”. Just Z-pack the guy, stitch ‘em up and get the match finished. You can’t just leave a result to zebras, bro.

Mike Clearwater: Fan hit to Twitter about it with the hashtag #LetThemFight, among other things. Although our management would like everyone at home to know the safety of our athletes is paramount to our success. Alpha Pro Wrestling is behinds its fans, but we support the health of talent first and foremost.

St. Remi: The Mecca. The Oasis… and helicopter parenting of blood sports.

"Working Man" by RUSH plays and from behind the curtain steps Mercer Quinn, Ravenous Rick Rage, and Kyle Ryder, they stop at the top of the ramp and they place their hands over their hearts. All three men yell out, "O CANADA!!!", the fans share in their salute and the men make their way down the ramp slapping hands and giving welcoming smiles.

Jessica Kaine: On their way to the ring, accompanied by Kyle Ryder, hailing from the glorious north of Canada… weighing in at a combined 530 pounds… The Canadian Coalition!

St. Remi: I like them. Uncompromisingly Canadian from head down to their Cumberland boots.

Mike Clearwater: We’ve seen a lot of buzz from these men all week. So far, their campaign in Alpha Wrestling has gone on without a hitch. As they look to make a hat trick tonight against two men that would rather stab each other in a dark alley.

All three enter from 3 different sides of the ring and as they enter the ring, Kyle stands in the middle with the other two standing on either side of him, much like the stage stance, each men places a hand over their hearts. "O, CANADA!!!" Kyle exits the ring and Mercer and Rick play paper, rock, scissors, to see who starts the match.

St. Remi: Triple R does it paper. And it seems he will be starting tonight.

"Violent Revolution" comes on over the PA, as the lights go black. Suddenly a red glow behind the silhouette of Trent Page. An explosion of flame on either side of him, and the lights come on. He glares at the ring with fire in his eyes, slamming his fist against his chest several times.

Jessica Kaine: Now coming to the ring, from Trenton, New Jersey. He stands six feet tall, and weighs in at two hundred and thirty five pounds... Trent Page!

Mike Clearwater: There he is looking focused. This might be the scariest we’ve seen of Trent Page.

St. Remi: You would be too, bro. He got cheated out of last week’s finish. KO or pinfall. No one lives for a TKO.

Mike Clearwater: As you said earlier, Remi. And the Alpha faithful seem to agree. If social media is the only way to gauge them. But you have to admit after watching him and The Master duke it out… the guy was in trouble.

St. Remi: Like I said, Mikey. Fighters don’t want that gray area. Even if costs us grey matter.

Mike Clearwater: You can say that again.

Trent throws his fist in the air, and stares back and forth at the crowd with disdain. He spits on the ramp, and continues making his way down to the ring. Sliding under the bottom rope, he glares at the crowd once more, his hatred clear. He climbs to the second rope, and throws up his fist again, drawing more booing from the people. As his music dies, he climbs down and removes his jacket, watching for his partner already on the ramp to the “Libra” by MUCC.

Jessica Kaine: And his partner, from Yokohama, Japan… weighing 229 pounds… The Master… Masuda Jubei!

Boos greet The Master as he approaches a young girl at the corner barricade. Jubei drapes his white towel over her head and give the kid an unwanted pep talk. She looks terrified while Jubei slides into the ring. He meets Trent at the corner, and from where he stands, it seems he will be starting the match.

Mike Clearwater: Veteran Official Silk calls for the bell. What the hell! Did you hear that?

St. Remi: Trent Page just tagged himself in. And did so by leaving a palm print on Jubei’s neck.

Mike Clearwater: Fan laughing as Masuda trips him through the middle rope.

St. Remi: Rick Rage goes for the assault on Page, not letting him get off the floor. If these two can’t find a way to work together… I don’t know how they can hope to beat this well-oiled machine.

Mike Clearwater: Rage controls the wrists, and Page reverses into a kimura lock! Rage is in trouble!

Kyle Ryder slaps the canvas to get the crowd behind them. Page keeps the lock in until RRR is able to glance a middle rope with his boot. Silk pulls them apart, but when Page looks to attack again, Rick uses his weight to power his opponent into trapped headbutts:

Un! Deux! Trois!

Mike Clearwater: Those can’t be good for Trent Page. He already looks debilitated.

St. Remi: Yeah, bro. He can’t take more shots like that. Especially against a man with a built-in Football Helmet for skull like Ravenous Rick Rage.

Mike Clearwater: Like a Packers O-lineman.

St. Remi: Packers… come on, guy! It’s the Roughriders! Get your CFL straight—and I won’t have any Gray Cup hatred here. Not on my broadcast, buddy!

Mike Clearwater: Triple R looks dazed too. Can’t be too good to take shots to the head like that.

St. Remi: He’s recovering, pulling Trent Page into a suplex clutch… up and over!

Mike Clearwater: Snapping suplex from the “Rough Rider” and a cover!

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Mike Clearwater: Page gets free, but from no help from his corner. And Masuda has just been pretending to care for his nails. Page is livid.

St. Remi: Jubei doesn’t care about this match. Nor the wellbeing of Trent Page.

Triple R goes for another grapple, but Page hooks the leg, throwing him down with a thunderous spinebuster. He spits at the Canadian while dragging him towards his team’s corner. He goes for a tag, but The Master refuses to extend a hand.

Mike Clearwater: That’s just petty. Mercer Quinn getting the fans involved, but his partner is in dire straits.

St. Remi: Page foregoing the tag now…. Ow! Just as he turned, Jubei chopped him across the chest.

Mike Clearwater: Masuda checks with Silk, and that is indeed a legal tag. They pass garbage onto to one another, but not with pleasantries. I would be surprised if one of them killed the other before the night’s end.

St. Remi: The Master kicking Rick Rage like a stray puppy. Fans are not having it, either.

After a few playful yet painful kicks to the side of his head, Masuda takes the large man to task with strong chop across the chest. Much pleading from Kyle Ryder brings his client from the brink, who fires back with a knife-edge chop of his own. Jubei soaks in up like sponge and then signals for “one more.”

Mike Clearwater: Does he want more?

St. Remi: Rage complies, snapping his chest like a massive rubber band.

Mike Clearwater: Masuda wants another! He’s waving it on with his pink chest bared. What do you do here?

St. Remi: Chop the bastard. Anything less—Jubei reverses him to the ground! A Fujiwara armbar!

Fans boo as The Master wrenches his arm back as far as it will go. Ryder and Mercer keep cheering their big man on, but only that does so much to how much damage he’s sustained. Fans want him to get up. Chants of “Pou-tine” do nothing as Masuda keeps wearing the larger man down to pancake mix.

Mike Clearwater: Jubei breaks the hold and goes to tag in Trent Page. Like him before, Page refusing to make the exchange easy for The Master.

St. Remi: Masuda is chuckling… bro, what a creepy laugh.

Mike Clearwater: Oh no! He fakes Page with another chest chop. Both men now have made handprints on the other—tag partners, no less. How much longer can these two keep up this charade before the coalition strikes back. Did he just hip toss Trent Page into the ring?
St. Remi: Yeah… this is new frontier for me, bro. Jubei just chopped his partner down at the knees. The only saving grace has been their domination of Rick Rage.

Trent Page shakes those cheap shots off and goes right back to his abuse of Triple R. He whips the big man into the far corner and follows up with a flying forearm smash. Both men steady, but all that gives Rage a spinning backfist. It comes with a sickening thud like a sack of water. RRR drops to his rump while the ref pulls Page off of him.

Mike Clearwater: Silk might be the only person Trent Page hates more than The Master.

St. Remi: True that. They’re arguing… what Kyle Ryder doing?

Mike Clearwater: He just took something from inside his jacket. Is that booze?

St. Remi: No way, bub. That’s not Crowne Royal… that Jakeman’s Maple syrup!

Mike Clearwater: And Rick Rage is downing like hamster’s water feeder.

As if jolted by lightning, all 320+ lbs. of his kip-up from the turnbuckle. He then goes right for a Spear on Trent Page, tearing him away from his argument like a runaway freight train.

Mike Clearwater: Rage! Rage! Rage! and he nearly cut his opponent in half.

St. Remi: He needs to tag out because everyone knows pure maple syrup is a fleeting high. Sooner or later, Mike, Rick needs to tag in his partner. What Ryder and Quinn have been screaming for the last ten minutes.

Mike Clearwater: Trent Page has the bottom rope. Looks like Rage is finally going to tag his buddy into the match. And here comes Mercer!

Right as he makes the tag, as if clockwork, RRR pratfalls face-first to the canvas. Jubei folds his arms looking displeased. Although he makes no intention of getting the hot tag from Page. Mercer Quinn takes advantage, grabbing both arms over Trent Page. He then powers him off the floor into a tiger suplex with a swanlike bridge.

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2!

3 –

Mike Clearwater: Close call, but Page is able to shake free. How many more times can he do that?

St. Remi: Like it or not, Trent needs the one man he hates more than all these stuck-up fans.

Mike Clearwater: Mercer Quinn picks him up again, and smashes Page to the canvas with a textbook back suplex.

St. Remi: And now a German suplex! These Canadians are going full-fundamental of them.
Jubei shows his disgust for the Canadian Coalition, despite the uproar cheering them on, still keeping his free hand obscured. Mercer picks him up once more and whips Page left, but Trent somehow finds the strength to reverse him into the opposite corner. Jubei awaits the sluggish elbow from his partner, which does its part in subduing Mercer Quinn.

Mike Clearwater: Page is wobbling but still feeling it. And he climbs the ropes, delivering more of those nasty elbows.

St. Remi: His fighting background is on full display. Each shot takes—what the hell!

Mike Clearwater: Jubei makes the tag while shoving his own partner off the turnbuckle! Trent Page falls outside unsure of what just happened.

St. Remi: He fell hard, Mike. Someone might need to check on him.

Senior ref Silk shrugs, knowing he has no power in saying how either man tags into the match. The Master goes to work on Mercer Quinn with the same kicks he used on Triple R. Although this time, he takes a side clutch hitting a near slow motion Saito suplex. He then goes right for a knee bar.

Mike Clearwater: Kappa Lock! And Jubei has it in tight!

St. Remi: Rick Rage is still lying under the middle rope like a beached whale. And I can’t tell if that’s from the beating or a food coma.

Mike Clearwater: Diabetes is real, kids—lay off the corn syrup!

When Quinn gets too close to the ropes, Jubei stands up and reorients his knee bar. Mercer being the larger wrestler between them, uses his back hands to lift himself off the mat. Fans go into a three beat chant “Can-I-da!” while awakening a new dynamo in the Coalition. Mercer somehow flips both men over and is able to free himself. He looks to his corner, but his partner is still dead asleep.

St. Remi: He’s all alone… but then again, so is Jubei. It comes down these final two.

Mike Clearwater: And what a duo indeed. Quinn is limping, but this crowd is holding hip up straight. Masuda is truly on a island all his own. They lock up—and Mercer Quinn gets the advantage.

St. Remi: Irish whip sends Jubei away… Lightning Strike! No! Masuda has the leg again.

Mike Clearwater: He wants that dreaded Kappa Lock. You can see the evil in his black eyes. He wants nothing more than to destroy Mercer Quinn.

Jubei spins, working Quinn back to the mat again. However, Mercer gets a lucky reach and slaps the middle rope as he does. Silk immediately breaks the hold. He stands in Jubei’s face; when from the Labatt’s Blue, Mercer nails The Master with a shining wizard out of nowhere. He covers and catches the senior official by surprise. Silk then falls onto the pin like a scared penguin.

1!

2!

Mike Clearwater: Masuda kicks. Mercer grabs an arm, but Jubei arm drags him to the floor.

St. Remi: Jubei swings and hits an elbow. Mercer hits one back with a little European flair.

Mike Clearwater: This exchange is ridiculous. Both men are bleeding!

St. Remi: No rest for the wicked, Mikey. These men came her to win.

Trent Page, meanwhile, has been skulking around the ring skirt. He’s digging something out from under the turnbuckle. Jubei gets up first, and takes control of Mercer Quinn. He sets up suplex clutch…
Mike Clearwater: Here it comes! Jubei cutting his throat… Masuda Driver!

St. Remi: Holy shit! That was amazing!

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3!

Jessica Kaine: And your winners, Trent Page and "The Master" Masuda Jubei!

Trent Page suddenly leaps through the ropes and tackles Jubei from his blindside. Now on top, he begins striking Masuda with several shots to the forehead with a foreign object. Silk didn’t even see him enter. In the chaos, Kyle Ryder gets his people the hell out of there. Both support Triple R backstage.

St. Remi: What the hell does he have in his hand?
Mike Clearwater: I’m not sure. It looks like some sort of can opener.

Trent hits Jubei a several more times, before standing to his feet and raising the object high above his head, showing the audience and cameras that it’s a large, chrome cigar cutter.
Mike Clearwater: My god, that’s a cigar cutter. What’s he going to do with that‽

St. Remi: I don’t know, but nothing that’s coming to mind is very pleasant.

Trent suddenly drops down, and puts Jubei in an arm bar. He struggles, but slowly slips the cutting portion of the tool down over Jubei’s right pinky finger.

Mike Clearwater: Oh my god, would someone stop him‽ This is way too far.

St. Remi: I loved John Wick as much as the next guy… but yubitsume is a choice, bro! Not cool!

Mike Clearwater: Someone stop this madness!

Regardless of their young yet sordid history, Silk dives on Trent before he can remove Masuda’s finger. Security descends, confiscating the cutter, and dragging him out of the ring. Veins bulge in his neck as he screams hatred at Jubei, not stopping until he's well out of view. EMTs swarm the ring, checking on Jubei.

Mike Clearwater: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm so sorry for the disgusting display you just witnessed... We'll see what Trent Page has to say for himself next week on Metal...