Post by ned on Sept 21, 2020 23:34:32 GMT -5
September 21, 2020
Live From: Legacy Arena / Birmingam, Alabama
Seating capacity: 17,200
Exclusive to NETFLIX
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HARDCORE INTRO!
HARDCORE INTRO!
USS Missouri stands guard over the fallen men entombed inside the USS Arizona. Her guns have been silent in recent times, but her retirement has done nothing to take away from her impressive nature. Sitting on top of the middle of her incredible cannons is the one and only, the indomitable Adelaide Ainsworth. She has mimicked the clothing choices of Cher from the infamous 'Turn Back Time' film clip, with one obvious exception. In all of its glory, strapped around her waist is the Alpha Pro Wrestling Hardcore Championship Belt.
Addy: Been a while since I had somethin' this big between me legs.
She cackles like an hyena after a twenty hour meth binge.
Addy: Nah, bitches. We doin' Tribute to tha Troops. An' I'm givin' those boys all tha tribute they can handle. All night long kinda tribute if get what I mean... These boys need all the rewards they can get. I mean after all, ya'll pick tha biggest an' dumbest outta high school wit' all that be all ya can be bullshit. An' truthfully, I can't believe big ole fatty boy William never got recruited by those high panted motherfuckers that stalked school hallways for any retard bright 'nuff ta squeeze a trigger. Then, I had the all time fuckin' misfortune'a walkin' inta tha bathroom after that obese fuckin' beast. God damn, what he did ta that porcelain had ta be considered a war crime. Makes sense, guess tha grunts had ta be careful after all that Wikileaks shit. While ya want those troops mentally backwards, but ya need ta be in good shape. An' shit, Willie B ya are in good shape, but round ain't shape that they want.
William: MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!
The baritone sounds of William the Behemoth interrupt Addy's diatribe.
Paddling in a man sized canoe, are the two giants, Travis and William the Behemoth. Travis is paddling slowly towards the USS Missouri. William has a megaphone. They struggle to fit in the canoe, that looks like it capsize at any moment.
Addy: Well looky looky its Fatty McFatterson an' tha other fat fucker.
William: WHAT I CAN'T HERE YOU BECAUSE OF YOUR MIDGET VOICE!
Addy flips William the Behemoth the bird, his rage induced reaction almost tips him and Travis into the water.
William: I HATE YOU MIDGET! YOU STOLE MY HARDCORE TITLE! YOU ARE AN EVIL MIDGET! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THOSE FAKE CANNONS YOU ARE SITTING ON STUPID MIDGET! BUT WHEN I GET TO THAT BOAT I'M GOING TO SHOVE THAT CANNON UP YOUR ASS! AND I KNOW IT WILL FIT WITHOUT LUBRICATION BECAUSE I HEARD STORIES HOW YOU TOOK TEN BIG BLACK COCKS AT ONCE! STUPID MIDGET WHORE! AND WHATS WORSE IS YOU GOT ME STUCK IN A TRUCK LAST WEEK AND THE PERSON THAT DROVE ME AWAY SMELLED LIKE BREADSTICKS! BREADSTICKS ARE HORRIBLE FOOD! I HATE THEM! THEY ARE TOO PLAIN! YOU ARE STUPID MIDGET!
Addy: What?
Well aware of what William shouted through the megaphone, she pretends she didn't hear him.
William: I HATE YOU MIDGET! YOU STOLE MY HARDCORE TITLE! YOU ARE AN EVIL MIDGET! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THOSE FAKE CANNONS YOU ARE SITTING ON STUPID MIDGET! BUT WHEN I GET TO THAT BOAT I'M GOING TO SHOVE THAT CANNON UP YOUR ASS! AND I KNOW IT WILL FIT WITHOUT LUBRICATION BECAUSE I HEARD STORIES HOW YOU TOOK TEN BIG BLACK COCKS AT ONCE! STUPID MIDGET WHORE! AND WHATS WORSE IS YOU GOT ME STUCK IN A TRUCK LAST WEEK AND THE PERSON THAT DROVE ME AWAY SMELLED LIKE BREADSTICKS! BREADSTICKS ARE HORRIBLE FOOD! I HATE THEM! THEY ARE TOO PLAIN! YOU ARE STUPID MIDGET!
Addy gives William a thumbs up. She slides herself off the ship's cannon.
Addy: Hey, William! Think quick!
William: What Midg...
William's words are cut short by the sound of a cannon.
William: Oh shi...
He doesn't finish his next sentence as smashed in the gut by a cannonball. William is rocked and falls into the water, flipping the canoe in the process, leaving both members of Very Big Supervillains floundering.
Addy laughs like she does.
Addy: Watch out fah tha sharks boys. I got get back ta tha troops. Swim fah ya country boys.
CUT to an unknown location. Renaissance is sitting on the hood of a clown car. She’s wearing a slutty jester costume, complete with face makeup. Her hair is pulled up into two pig tails and she’s looking both seductive and terrifying. She flashes a toothy smile before speaking.
Renaissance: And here we are at the ‘go home’ show before we’ll finally meet in the ring Giggles. I know you wanted my attention sooner than now, but you didn’t deserve it. Last week you tried to ‘welcome me’ to the ‘freakshow’ as if you have any control over what’s going to happen to you. Cute. You don’t.
Renaissance pulls one long leg up and the stiletto attached to the bottom slams into the hood of the clown car, piercing it.
Renaissance: Your job is to make the children laugh with your hijinx, but they don’t. They think you’re grotesque and scary, but that’s only because they’re children. Children are scared of what they don’t understand..
As Renaissance speaks, her makeup begins to seemingly melt and sag down her face ever so slowly.
Renaissance: But true fear and intimidation comes in a much different package, one that doesn’t need makeup or theatrics. Sometimes it just comes in the form of a broken spirit. Yours, Giggles. I’m going to take your smile and turn it upside down. You’re going to walk out of World War Wrestling with nobody but yourself to blame. No one will be laughing. The only thing you’ll hear is the sound of your own sobbing.
The face paint is now melting away, leaving her face sickly distorted and disturbing.
Renaissance: Soon it’ll all melt away Giggles and the world will see you for what you really are - just another sad clown alone caught in a ring with me and I promise, no one will be laughing.
Renaissance pulls out an oversized clock and pushes the short hour hand to midnight. She flashes that toothy smile - her teeth look more like fangs than they do teeth. Red liquid begins to leak from the corner of her mouth.
Renaissance: Tick tock. Tick tock. Your time is running out. Tick tock. Tick tock. Who’s laughing now?
The scene cuts away to an image…
The two started off with some light grappling. While DM had clearly maintained enough skill over the years to keep up, Zeke’s speed and mobility advantage allowed him to keep ahead on control when he wasn’t being pushed down by DM’s bulk. After a few minutes, DM managed to get his feet again and changed the landscape of the match with a stiff straight punch right to the mouth of Zeke! From there, the match degenerated into a shockingly violent brawl with both men throwing wicked shoot punches and chops and generally beating on each other wildly. After a short but vicious hockey fight of a match, DM managed to push Zeke into the corner only to fail to break at the count. As the ref tried to separate them, Zeke laid in a nasty headbutt to the jaw of DM, stunning him enough to hit Sister Abigail and secure the pinfall.
Crossover Episode
The scene opens on a tight shot. An AW Cruiserweight Tag Team belt gleams under hot studio lights. Over this, we hear the chocolate tones of Archimedes Skrue savor the moment.
‘When Alexander saw the breadth of his domain, he wept for there were no more worlds to conquer”. Those enlightened will know this to be a misquote, for Alexander wept for he had yet to conquer a single world, dying before his assault on Rome could begin. And yet, for Dragon Skrue, the romanticized fantasy is more apt than those unrealized dreams of a king. For we have surpassed all those placed before us. We have subjugated and crushed an entire division. We have routed and humbled the sun gods from our shores. We have silenced every single critic with ruthless efficiency. So the question now is, what next? For, unlike Ozymandias, are empire shall be eternal. So, where do we begin?
Wider to reveal Yurei and Skrue standing in a darkened arena backstage. There appears to be two figures unconscious at their feet. Yurei speaks
'How about APW? Or perhaps EWC? So many points on the map, so many targets. The only constant is that you’ll never see us coming. When we strike it will be on our terms at a time of our choosing. Thats your new reality world. Now…'
Yurei kicks over the humbled bodies of APW’s “Alpha Bros” as Ned the Intern and a team of APW security rush into the scene. Yurei and Skrue backing slowly away now as Ned checks on his stars.
“Get used to it”.
Fade to black.
The camera cuts to the ring with Johnny Legend inside already.
Remi: Who let this guy in APW? I saw him digging through the garbage saying he was looking for his child..
Clearwater: But.. He doesn't have a kid.. Does he?
Remi shrugs.
Daniel "The Mindless" Christopher comes out to a mix reaction as "Protect Ya Neck by Wu-Tang" starts playing through the arena with Jessica Lee by his side, and looks to the crowd, while dressed in a jacket with a hood. He then gets into the ring with Jessica Lee and walks to one of the turnbuckles. Daniel "The Mindless" Christopher then climbs it and kisses his Buddhist necklace , before jumping off it. He then takes his jacket off and hangs it to the side of the turnbuckles. Daniel "The Mindless" Christopher then turns around as Jessica Lee stands by his side and puts her hand across his chest. He then kiss Jessica on the lips, which leaves the ring afterwards.
Remi: That Jessica is one spicy meatball.
Clearwater: Calm down, Remi.
Remi: Ohhhooho boy!
Jessica walks past Remi as his jaw drops.
The referee calls for the bell to start the match.
Daniel rushes over to Johnny, who was wondering where the bell came from, and gets a spear from Daniel into the turnbuckles.
Clearwater: OUCH! Johnny has to pay attention.
Remi: I think I some some food leave his tights.
Daniel picks Johnny up and leans his back against the corner. Daniel starts chomping his hand across Johnny's chest, leaving a bright red line. Daniel grabs Johnny by the hair and tosses him into the ropes. Johnny ducks the first clothesline and bounces off the ropes, only to get smack with a dropkick by Daniel.
Clearwater: Things not looking good for Johnny Legend in his first match here, Remi.
Remi: Well, he does have dementia.
Daniel lifts Johnny up to kick him in the gut and plant a piledriver hard on the mat. Johnny lies there motionless as Daniel stands up smiling down at him. Daniel stomps on Johnny's head before lifting him up to his feet. Daniel attempts another piledriver, but Johnny drops to his knees and headbutts Daniel in the crotch.
Clearwater: The ref didn't see that one!
Remi: Ouch...
Johnny stumbles up to his feet and grabs Daniel, who is favoring his junk and plants a double arm DDT on Daniel. Johnny covers!
ONE!
Clearwater: Daniel kicks out!
Johnny spits on the ground next to him. Johnny wipes his mouth and gets to his feet.
Remi: Those tights can barely hold that muffin top on Legend.
Johnny lifts Daniel up and puts him into a snap suplex. Still locked up, Johnny rolls and lifts each other to their feet to put Daniel in another snap suplex. Johnny covers Daniel once again.
ONE!
Johnny shakes his head.
Remi: I think someone needs to get Johnny Legend a towel... He's sweating bullets.
Johnny wipes his forehead and gets to his feet. He lifts up Daniel and tosses him into the ropes. Johnny attempts a closeline, but Daniel ducks, bounces off the other end to return to Johnny with a flying knee to the face. Johnny crumbles down the mat holding his face. Daniel rushes to the corner turnbuckles, but out from the crowd comes two masked men in yellow jumpsuits and a blocky, yellow helmets.
Remi: What the? Who.. Huh?
Johnny pulls the referee towards him to take his attention away from the men in jumpsuits. One of them grabs hold of Daniel, while the other grabs a chair and smacks the back of Daniel, sending him flying off the top and landing face first onto the mat below.
Clearwater: I'm beginning to think those men were with Legend..
The two men in yellow jumpsuits quickly rush away as Johnny shoves the referee away. Johnny gets to his feet and lifts Daniel up to put him into the Legendary (Death Valley Driver)! Johnny covers!
ONE!
Jessica Kaine: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH.... JOHNNY LEGEND!
The camera cuts to Clearwater getting orders from backstage, while Clearwater takes a small break with a bag of chips and soda.
Clearwater: Yeah.. Yeah.. I got it, but..
Suddenly, the camera cuts to backstage where Andrew Barnes is seen with one of the tech people.
Andrew Barnes: Just play it!
Andrew shoves the worker back and walks away, the camera cuts back to Clearwater and Remi.
Clearwater: I... I guess Andrew Barnes is coming out?
Remi: Wha?!
Remi says with a mouth full of potato chips.
"Demonheart" by Stratovarius blasts over the loudspeakers as Andrew Barnes makes his way through the curtain and out on the ramp, wearing a black suit. His fans go nuts as their God makes a sudden appearance tonight. Andrew walks down the ramp with a smirk on his face and some intensity in his eyes.
Remi: My lord. He looks a little... Crazy. Right?
Clearwater: Yeah. That smile is off-putting. What happened to Andrew?
Andrew Barnes walks down to the ring and grabs a mic from one of the ringside staff. He walks up the ringside steps and enters the ring. His music slowly dies down, the majority of fans are loving it with only a few booing.
Andrew Barnes: Enough.
Andrew paces back and forth in the ring and stops in the middle.
Andrew Barnes: Enough of this bullshit.
The crowd noise dies out.
Andrew Barnes: Now. I know you people rarely see me out here, shooting the bullshit and such. There is a good reason for that.
Andrew scratches his head.
Andrew Barnes: You see.. World War Wrestling is coming up.. MY TITLE MATCH!
The crowd cheers.
Andrew Barnes: My chance to finally steer this place in a better direction.
Andrew snickers.
Andrew Barnes: You know.. It seems like everyone around here is saying that.
Andrew lifts his free hand and gestures a air quote.
Andrew Barnes: Save APW.
Andrew chuckles.
Andrew Barnes: EVERYONE! Everyone wants to save APW. Yet.. where are they when it comes time to put in the FUCKING EFFORT!
Clearwater: Oh boy, I'm sorry folks at home for having to hear that.
Andrew Barnes pounds his chest.
Andrew Barnes: I'M HERE!
The crowd cheers.
Andrew Barnes: Andrew Barnes has put down almost everyone here in APW. If it wasn't for that cheating muppet Eli Beazley, I would be undefeated here in APW!
Some more people start to turn on Andrew as he brought up Eli Beazley, while his diehard fans continue to get louder.
Andrew Barnes: I put down Oblivion, Soul Reaver, Jason Ryan... Anyone APW has sent me.. I PUT DOWN!
Andrew Barnes points into the camera.
Andrew Barnes: And you dare to not even acknowledge me, America Jackson? Don't you understand? Don't you understand that you never let danger out of sight? You walk around here as if no one can touch you... As if that belt keeps you away from people like me?
Andrew points to himself.
Andrew Barnes: World War Wrestling will be a history lesson for you, America. It's going to teach you one thing.. ONE THING!
Andrew holds up a finger as the camera zooms into his face.
Andrew Barnes: I AM THE INSURRECTION!
Andrew yells into the mic, his face turning red in the process as he rips open the button-up shirt underneath his suitjacket. He grabs hold of the ropes and leans forward towards the camera.
Andrew Barnes: THE REVOLUTION IS HERE, AMERICA!
Andrew drops the mic, he leaves the ring and up the ramp giving some of Eli and America fans the middle finger.
Jessica Kaine: Approaching the ring first, weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds, hailing from Soho, Manhattan, New York City. This is Renaissance Taylor!
The throaty moan of an overly distorted guitar roars as ‘Royal Jelly’ by Deap Vally hits the speakers. The arena is dark as the music continues to play - ones the guitar and drums reach the height of their crescendo, spotlights hit the entrance as Renaissance Taylor steps out. She stands, momentarily, as the lead singer belts out the chorus:
The spotlight follows Renaissance as she makes her way down the ring ramp, ignoring the fans except for a few here and there, which she only affords a disdainful glance. As she makes it to the bottom of the ring ramp, she once again pauses.
Now the lights come up to find her making her way up the steps to the ring. She walks the ring apron towards the middle before gracefully entering the ring. She goes to the middle of the ring, still ignoring the fans and tilts her head back, absorbing the lights above her, before lowering a cold glare to no one in particular. As the music dies, she moves to her corner.
Jessica Kaine: And her opponent, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, by way of Hamburg, Germany, Elliott Siscoe, with two T’s!
The arena dims down into darkness, upon the stage shines two blue spotlights. Over the speakers is heard the sound of heavy rainfall coinciding with a melodic piano playing. After a moment of the piano and rainfall playing, a female voice comes over. Soft, angelic, but a little freaky. She says…
With a thunderous explosion of fire upon the stage, “Under and Over It” by Five Finger Death Punch roars across the speakers. From under the stage explodes Elliott Siscoe simultaneously with the start of the music. He looks out over the crowd on all sides while smiling. He then walks down the ramp to the ring. At the bottom of the ramp, he goes into a sprint and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. More pyro explodes on the stage as Elliott bounces around to each corner hyping up the crowd. After the fourth corner, he turns and sits on the top turnbuckle as the arena lights return to normal.
Remi: LOOKOUT!
Before Elliott can do anything, Renaissance rushes him and drives a wicked flying knee right between his shoulder blades - blind siding him. The bell abruptly rings as he goes chest first into the turnbuckles and stumbles right back into a vicious double knee backbreaker!
Clearwater: This could be over quickly here!
Renaissance rolls Elliott over and goes for the pin, but he kicks out before the ref can even get to the mat. Renaissance goes at the downed Elliott with repeating elbows to the mush, but he’s able to fight her off and push her back. He rolls to his knees and checks his forehead with the palm of his hand to see if he’s bleeding. Renaissance is right back to her feet and charges him looking for a kick, but he moves and catches her heel and brings her down to the mat. He pulls her into a dragon sleeper with body scissors.
Remi: Dragon Sleeper and it's tight!
Clearwater: Incredible shift here early on!
Renaissance reaches for a rope, but it’s about two inches too far away.
Remi: Could this be a throwback to Alpha Showdown? We already know that she’d rather be put to sleep than tap out.
Clearwater: It could very well be!
Renaissance looks like she’s fading, but finally she snaps into action by reaching up and clawing at Elliott’s face. When that doesn’t work, she reaches out and finds the referee’s shirt and pulls him on top of them both. The impact causes Elliott to release the hold. Renaissance rolls over, clutching at her neck as Elliott rises to his feet and pulls up the ref. While he’s checking to make sure the referee is ok, Renaissance rises up behind him and nails Elliott with a low blow.
Remi: Oooohhhh! Right in the clusters!
Clearwater: Oh well now that’s one way of doing it - the referee didn’t see the blatant dirty move.
Elliott falls to his knees allowing Renaissance a moment to catch her breath. The referee checks on both wrestlers as they both rise up. Elliott approaches Renaissance, complaining about the low blow, but all she does is smile in his face. Now they’re nearly chest to chest and Elliott’s height advantage is pretty apparent. All he has to do is push her back with two hands and when she comes back off the ropes, he takes her down with a clothesline.
Remi: The size differential is huge in this one, but imagine when she’s face to face with Giggles?
Clearwater: She barely comes up to his belly button.
Remi: Exactly!
Elliott pulls Renaissance back to her feet by her hair and sets her up for his patented ‘Knucklehead’ (Lifting Scorpion Death Drop). The fans cheer him as he nods, but before he can bring her down, aided by the slippery sweat in her hair, Renaissance is able to spin out of the hold, but it doesn’t do her much good as he grabs her and flattens her out again with a short arm clothesline.
Clearwater: There’s not a doubt in my mind that there are a few people backstage watching this match with bated breath.
Remi: And one’s chuckling, I’ll bet.
Elliott goes for a knee drop, but Renaissance moves out of the way at the last second and leaps to her feet and attempts to follow up with a standing moonsault as Elliott rolls onto his back, but he brings his knees up right into her ribs. Renaissance crashes hard to the mat as Elliott slowly rises, favoring his knee.
Clearwater: I want you and everyone to take note that Elliott spells his name with two T’s instead of one. Some fun trivia there.
Remi: Whenever I hear his name I just picture ET and his glowing finger. Elllliiioootttt.
Clearwater: Thank you for that Remi, now back to the in ring action.
Elliott’s knee is now the target of Renaissance’s attention as she’s going after it like a shark after chum. She’s laying kicks into it as he staggers towards the ropes. He catches her with an elbow to the face which sends her staggering backwards, but when he tries to follow up with a clothesline, the knee hinders him. Renaissance collects herself and from out of nowhere, she lands the Ushiro Mawashi Geri (Reverse roundhouse kick) right into his temple. This sends him staggering and finally he falls to one knee. She then rushes him and lands a low dropkick which finally takes him down to the mat.
Remi: It took some time, but she’s got him down!
Clearwater: Here’s the cover attempt!
ONE!
Elliott kicks out with such authority that it sends Renaissance into the ropes. She tangles up and finally falls all the way out of the ring landing awkwardly on her neck. She falls limply.
Remi: Oof! Harsh landing for Renaissance Taylor out there!
Clearwater: Elliott’s trying to get back up, but that knee’s hurting for certain!
Elliott manages to slide his lower half out of the ring and using the ring apron, he moves towards Renaissance. She’s out of it on the mat, but he pulls her up by her hair, not too worried about the condition of her neck. Hoisting all of her dead weight up, he pushes her back into the ring.
Elliott enters the ring, still favoring his knee, but by the time he’s able to pull himself up, Renaissance is already stirring. She’s holding her neck and looks like she’s a bit out of it, but she manages to get to her feet. She waves for Elliott to come at her, but is definitely punch drunk. While the referee is checking on Elliott, Renaissance reaches into her tights.
Remi: Oooh, what’s she going for?
Clearwater: Get your mind out of the gutter.
Renaissance hides whatever she pulls out of her tights as Elliott finally gets both feet beneath him. Elliott rushes her, looking for a clothesline, but his knee gives out and he falls head first into a right hand from Renaissance, with the foreign object.
Remi: Whatever it was, it was effective!
Clearwater: Thanks to the ref being blind!
The strike doesn’t put him out, but he’s standing eight. Renaissance tosses the foreign object into the crowd and lands the Cannonade (Wind up whiplash bicycle kick) right on the numbers, putting Elliott onto his back. Renaissance falls onto him and hooks the leg!
ONE!
Renaissance rolls off of Elliott and holds her neck, clearly still reeling from her fall.
Remi: That’s it! With some help from a friend, Renaissance has taken down her last foe before she goes on to face Giggles!
Clearwater: She better have two or three of those things stuffed in her little tights for that match!
Jessica Kaine: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Renaissance Taylor!
Apokalypse VS Alex Scott
Alex Scott is strolling down the hallway toward gorilla position for his upcoming match when he is blindsided by Apokalypse. Scott tumbles to the concrete as the colossal brute laughs. He stomps away at Scott as the former Junior Heavyweight Champion struggles to his feet. Scott catches Apok off guard by sweeping the leg and the big man falls hard. Scott gets to his feet and he walks past the producers, then through the curtain. The fans cheer as he gets out onto the stage.
Clearwater: This match has begun before it's even begun.
Remi: Duh-doy!
Scott momentarily basks in the admiration from the fans and then he somehow senses danger, ducking just in time to evade a big boot from Apok. The big man missteps and falls down onto the stage, holding his leg.
Clearwater: Oh no!
A referee spawns on the stage and checks on Apok, asking him if he can continue.
Apokalypse: Go fuck yourself, zebra!
Apok kicks the ref away with his good leg and the ref explodes.
Remi: OH NO!
Jasmine Silk magically spawns on the stage to check on Apok, who softens up on his harsh vibe toward zebras. She asks if he can continue and he says yes… but she knows it's his "no" yes. She stands up and calls for the bell, then raises Alex Scott's hand in… victory?
Jessica Kaine: Here is your winner… ALEX SCOTT!
John Blade VS Casey Holliday
Jessica Kaine: The following match is a U.S. Open Challenge!
Marks: YYYYYAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!
Jessica Kaine: Introducing first… from Boston, Massachusetts… weighing in at two hundred and fifty one pounds… The Doctor of Thuganomicks… JOOOOOOOOOHHHNNNNN BLLLLAAAAAAAAAAADE!!!!!~!
John Blade walks out on stage. He talks to the camera man and bounces a little. He talks to the camera man and bounces a little. He holds up his “Never Give Up” logo flag and tosses it to the fans. He salutes and runs straight down towards the ring.
Clearwater: BIG MATCH JOHN IS HERE!
Remi: Ugh…
He bounces off the ropes side to side and he holds up his “Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect” shirt. He takes off his hat and tosses his shirt to the fans and hands his chain to the ref.
Clearwater: I can't believe his opponent is Casey Holliday!
"Sick Like Me" by In This Moment plays and Casey Holliday walks out from backstage.
Jessica Kaine: And his opponent… from Bellevue, Washington… Ms. All In… CASEY HOLLIDAY!
She proudly walks to the ring while the fans mercilessly boo her and throw trash at her.
Remi: HOW DARE THEY! THIS WOMAN IS ALL IN!
She gets in the ring and immediately goes for Blade. The bell rings. Blade ducks a clothesline and he hits the ropes. Blade takes her down with a flying shoulderblock, then a sitout hip toss, then a side-release spinout powerbomb. The fans go wild as Blade hits the ropes and connects with a fist drop.
Clearwater: FIVE KNUCKLE SHUFFLE!
Remi: Ugh…
Hollidy pops to her feet after the fist drop and she gets scooped up onto Blade's shoulders.
John|Blade: YOU CAN'T SEE ME!
He emphatically slams Holliday on the mat and goes for the cover.
ONE!
The bell rings.
Jessica Kaine: The winner of this match… JOOOOOOOOOHHHNNNNN BLLLLAAAAAAAAAAADE!!!!!~!
Clearwater: HE'S DONE IT! JOHN BLADE HAS WON THE U.S. OPEN CHALLENGE!
Remi: Ugh…
His music plays and he celebrates with the people.
THE DIRTY DOG
The lights in the arena begin to fade as strobes fire up and crimson red spotlights fire up. A crimson red pot leaf appears spinning in the middle of the ring. Flash bulbs fire as lighters fire up. "Lap Dance" by N.E.R.D. begin to play. On the big screen you can see images of soldiers marching mixed in with strippers stripping. Soon these images are replaced by words.
Pyros fire as Shane appears from the entrance.
Shane heads to the ring with a brilliant smirk on his face. His adoring fans scream, some can’t believe what they’re seeing. Some even do that ‘panic and pass out’ thing the girls used to do when they saw The Beatles. Yeah, really. Shane keeps going.
Shane rushes the ring, sliding in on his chest. Effortlessly he pops to his feet. He heads to to the corner and climbs to the second turn buckle, gazing out at the fans. He holds his fingers to his lips as if he's smoking a joint, then extends it to the audience. The fans pop.
Shane, loving the roar of the crowd returns to the middle of the ring were he struts, bouncing as he warms up, stretching his neck.
Shane Clemmens: Ok ok let’s cut the music. As much as I love that song, sometimes it gets too goddamn loud. Don’t you agree?
The fans cheer.
Shane Clemmens: For those of you who don’t know me, I am this fucking sport. Excuse my language. I’m the best thing you’ve ever seen in your entire life and you’re welcome. I’ve got a million names but the ones that seem to stick are the ones I don’t really need. But most know me as The Dirty Dog. NOW. I’m here because I’ve heard some bad news that I’m not really ready to accept.
Shane goes to the corner, calling for two chairs. Once he has them, he sets them both up in the ring and takes a seat. He leans back in his chair, because he’s awesome like that and holds the mic to his lips.
Shane Clemmens: Nathan Gust has died? Can’t be true. I’m not ready to accept that.
The big screen lights up showing a picture of the Raging Dead with a couple dates beneath his smiling face. Such and such year to such and such year.
Shane Clemmens: See, I’m not buying it. Not for a minute. People die in this game every goddamn day. Don’t act like this isn’t a soap opera. I’ve died a couple times. Had to fight my way back from the dead just to beat the shit out of Nicolas Jaxx back in the day. Anybody remember that? Ha, yeah. I closed a whole fucking fed cuz of that even. Yep. Me. Did that.
He realizes he’s digressing into his own ego, which is a subject he’s fluent in. He pulls out a pack of smokes and pulls one out, sparks it up, and takes a long tug off of it.
Shane Clemmens: Before I continue, let me explain this to you. What I’m doing right now is performance art. Part of this art is me smoking. So you can’t stop me. Feel me?
He ashes his cigarette as he looks at the picture of the Dead Raging Dead.
Shane Clemmens: Is it just me, or did his teeth get bigger?
He snorts.
Shane Clemmens: Ok so here’s the deal. I’m going to return here every week and I’m going to set up these chairs. Until someone comes out, namely the deadman up there, to fill this chair, I’m not going anywhere. Also, if he doesn’t show up by World War Whatever Dumb Name PPV, I’m going to lay somebody out. That’s right. I’m going to start hurting people until this fucking faker comes out and admits to the world that he’s still alive and then he’s going to face me one on one at a pay per view that doesn’t have a stupid fucking name. Understand me?
He scratches his head.
Shane Clemmens: This is Netflix, right? So I can say whatever the fuck I want, right? I mean they fucking host that show about little girls that’s all creepy and shit. What kinda fucking world we living in? I’ll tell you what kind. We’re living in a world where Nathan Gust is still very much alive and WILL come out and WILL face me and WILL catch the ass beating he’s deserved since he stole one from me back at SFT.
Then boom. The music hits and Shane nods his head as he finishes his smoke and we cut to a commercial about life insurance.
America Jackson VS Liberty Lyon
A particularly mean-spirited showing by the APW Champion, America took the lead early on in the match and never entirely relinquished it. He controlled the early matwork with ease before moving into a period of dropping Liberty with a series of vicious suplexes. She tried using her speed to get back into it, managing to chain together quick dropkick and strike combos but as a technical shooter type she was outclassed by the APW champion and each run would be shut down with a nasty strike or a hard drop. After being unable to sustain a run of momentum, Liberty tried dodging to the outside, but the Troops laid in a beating on her when she tried, leaving her nowhere to go to get a moment’s breath. Down the stretch, she finally manages to get something going, landing a kick combination that floors America long enough for her to hit the Serotonin Spike for a nearfall. She hasn’t been able to wear him down enough to finish it though and when she looks for Breath Play, America rolls through and locks on a rear naked choke of his own, letting her fade until the ref is about to call it before tossing her over the ropes for the Troops to beat on further.
At this point, both challengers for America’s titles at World War Wrestling approach from opposite angles. Lex Collins sits in the crowd area on one side of the ring while Andrew Barnes approaches from the opposite side. America spots both and smiles, telling them ‘watch this’ as Liberty is tossed back in by the Troops. She tries to swing once, twice, but she’s got nothing left and gets floored with America First! America doesn’t pin though, looking to his challengers and talking shit before hooking her in a crucifix and laying in repeat elbows! Liberty isn’t defending herself, looking to be unconscious so as the elbows continue to rain down, the ref calls for the bell!
After the match, America looks to his challengers and beckons for them to come for him. As both men approach the ring, more and more Troops flood to ringside from the back, building a wall between America and his challengers. The Octopus rushes the stands, starting a fight with Lex Collins as Andrew Barnes rushes the ring, throwing hands with every Troop he can meet!
Clearwater: It’s chaos out here! The Troops are fighting everyone!
Remi: This is so disrespectful! It’s their day!
Octo and Lex fight wild, ripping through the stands with hard hits going back and forth. Meanwhile at ringside it looks like Andrew Barnes will be overwhelmed by the number of Troops swarming him. In the ring, America sits on the top rope yelling “COME AND GET ME!”
Clearwater: So much for a fighting champion! America Jackson is making everybody but himself do the dirty work!
Remi: No point paying security so you can fight your own battles, I always say.
The tide turns suddenly. Andrew Barnes fires off a Mendacium on a Troop! Then another! He’s laying out the Troops at ringside and clearing a path! Meanwhile Lex fights Octo near the edge of the bleachers, staggering the big man back before clocking him with Bricks! The hard right knocks the monster out cold and he collapses off the edge, crashing through tables and equipment at the side!
Remi: NO! They can’t do this!
Clearwater: No matter how many tricks America Jackson has, these guys are going to fight through to win the titles!
As Andrew Barnes creates a widening gap in the Troops on his path to the ring and Lex Collins, having conquered the Octopus, begins fighting through on the other side, America drops off the ropes and powders from the ring, grabbing his titles and being escorted out by yet more of the Troops. As he makes his way up the ramp, Barnes and Collins take the ring and stare him down, holding it.
Clearwater: America holds both titles for now, but will this be the picture at the end of the night at World War Wrestling? Will Lex Collins and Andrew Barnes be able to take the American and World Heavyweight Titles from him and be standing there as champs when the dust settles?
The shot focuses one more time on America Jackson holding the titles then on Lex Collins and Andrew Barnes holding the ring as we fade to black.
Addy: Been a while since I had somethin' this big between me legs.
She cackles like an hyena after a twenty hour meth binge.
Addy: Nah, bitches. We doin' Tribute to tha Troops. An' I'm givin' those boys all tha tribute they can handle. All night long kinda tribute if get what I mean... These boys need all the rewards they can get. I mean after all, ya'll pick tha biggest an' dumbest outta high school wit' all that be all ya can be bullshit. An' truthfully, I can't believe big ole fatty boy William never got recruited by those high panted motherfuckers that stalked school hallways for any retard bright 'nuff ta squeeze a trigger. Then, I had the all time fuckin' misfortune'a walkin' inta tha bathroom after that obese fuckin' beast. God damn, what he did ta that porcelain had ta be considered a war crime. Makes sense, guess tha grunts had ta be careful after all that Wikileaks shit. While ya want those troops mentally backwards, but ya need ta be in good shape. An' shit, Willie B ya are in good shape, but round ain't shape that they want.
William: MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!
The baritone sounds of William the Behemoth interrupt Addy's diatribe.
Paddling in a man sized canoe, are the two giants, Travis and William the Behemoth. Travis is paddling slowly towards the USS Missouri. William has a megaphone. They struggle to fit in the canoe, that looks like it capsize at any moment.
Addy: Well looky looky its Fatty McFatterson an' tha other fat fucker.
William: WHAT I CAN'T HERE YOU BECAUSE OF YOUR MIDGET VOICE!
Addy flips William the Behemoth the bird, his rage induced reaction almost tips him and Travis into the water.
William: I HATE YOU MIDGET! YOU STOLE MY HARDCORE TITLE! YOU ARE AN EVIL MIDGET! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THOSE FAKE CANNONS YOU ARE SITTING ON STUPID MIDGET! BUT WHEN I GET TO THAT BOAT I'M GOING TO SHOVE THAT CANNON UP YOUR ASS! AND I KNOW IT WILL FIT WITHOUT LUBRICATION BECAUSE I HEARD STORIES HOW YOU TOOK TEN BIG BLACK COCKS AT ONCE! STUPID MIDGET WHORE! AND WHATS WORSE IS YOU GOT ME STUCK IN A TRUCK LAST WEEK AND THE PERSON THAT DROVE ME AWAY SMELLED LIKE BREADSTICKS! BREADSTICKS ARE HORRIBLE FOOD! I HATE THEM! THEY ARE TOO PLAIN! YOU ARE STUPID MIDGET!
Addy: What?
Well aware of what William shouted through the megaphone, she pretends she didn't hear him.
William: I HATE YOU MIDGET! YOU STOLE MY HARDCORE TITLE! YOU ARE AN EVIL MIDGET! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THOSE FAKE CANNONS YOU ARE SITTING ON STUPID MIDGET! BUT WHEN I GET TO THAT BOAT I'M GOING TO SHOVE THAT CANNON UP YOUR ASS! AND I KNOW IT WILL FIT WITHOUT LUBRICATION BECAUSE I HEARD STORIES HOW YOU TOOK TEN BIG BLACK COCKS AT ONCE! STUPID MIDGET WHORE! AND WHATS WORSE IS YOU GOT ME STUCK IN A TRUCK LAST WEEK AND THE PERSON THAT DROVE ME AWAY SMELLED LIKE BREADSTICKS! BREADSTICKS ARE HORRIBLE FOOD! I HATE THEM! THEY ARE TOO PLAIN! YOU ARE STUPID MIDGET!
Addy gives William a thumbs up. She slides herself off the ship's cannon.
Addy: Hey, William! Think quick!
William: What Midg...
William's words are cut short by the sound of a cannon.
William: Oh shi...
He doesn't finish his next sentence as smashed in the gut by a cannonball. William is rocked and falls into the water, flipping the canoe in the process, leaving both members of Very Big Supervillains floundering.
Addy laughs like she does.
Addy: Watch out fah tha sharks boys. I got get back ta tha troops. Swim fah ya country boys.
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RED LIQUID
RED LIQUID
Renaissance: And here we are at the ‘go home’ show before we’ll finally meet in the ring Giggles. I know you wanted my attention sooner than now, but you didn’t deserve it. Last week you tried to ‘welcome me’ to the ‘freakshow’ as if you have any control over what’s going to happen to you. Cute. You don’t.
Renaissance pulls one long leg up and the stiletto attached to the bottom slams into the hood of the clown car, piercing it.
Renaissance: Your job is to make the children laugh with your hijinx, but they don’t. They think you’re grotesque and scary, but that’s only because they’re children. Children are scared of what they don’t understand..
As Renaissance speaks, her makeup begins to seemingly melt and sag down her face ever so slowly.
Renaissance: But true fear and intimidation comes in a much different package, one that doesn’t need makeup or theatrics. Sometimes it just comes in the form of a broken spirit. Yours, Giggles. I’m going to take your smile and turn it upside down. You’re going to walk out of World War Wrestling with nobody but yourself to blame. No one will be laughing. The only thing you’ll hear is the sound of your own sobbing.
The face paint is now melting away, leaving her face sickly distorted and disturbing.
Renaissance: Soon it’ll all melt away Giggles and the world will see you for what you really are - just another sad clown alone caught in a ring with me and I promise, no one will be laughing.
Renaissance pulls out an oversized clock and pushes the short hour hand to midnight. She flashes that toothy smile - her teeth look more like fangs than they do teeth. Red liquid begins to leak from the corner of her mouth.
Renaissance: Tick tock. Tick tock. Your time is running out. Tick tock. Tick tock. Who’s laughing now?
The scene cuts away to an image…
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Brother Zeke VS DEATHMACHINE
Brother Zeke VS DEATHMACHINE
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Crossover Episode
The scene opens on a tight shot. An AW Cruiserweight Tag Team belt gleams under hot studio lights. Over this, we hear the chocolate tones of Archimedes Skrue savor the moment.
‘When Alexander saw the breadth of his domain, he wept for there were no more worlds to conquer”. Those enlightened will know this to be a misquote, for Alexander wept for he had yet to conquer a single world, dying before his assault on Rome could begin. And yet, for Dragon Skrue, the romanticized fantasy is more apt than those unrealized dreams of a king. For we have surpassed all those placed before us. We have subjugated and crushed an entire division. We have routed and humbled the sun gods from our shores. We have silenced every single critic with ruthless efficiency. So the question now is, what next? For, unlike Ozymandias, are empire shall be eternal. So, where do we begin?
Wider to reveal Yurei and Skrue standing in a darkened arena backstage. There appears to be two figures unconscious at their feet. Yurei speaks
'How about APW? Or perhaps EWC? So many points on the map, so many targets. The only constant is that you’ll never see us coming. When we strike it will be on our terms at a time of our choosing. Thats your new reality world. Now…'
Yurei kicks over the humbled bodies of APW’s “Alpha Bros” as Ned the Intern and a team of APW security rush into the scene. Yurei and Skrue backing slowly away now as Ned checks on his stars.
“Get used to it”.
Fade to black.
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Johnny Legend VS Daniel Christopher
Johnny Legend VS Daniel Christopher
Remi: Who let this guy in APW? I saw him digging through the garbage saying he was looking for his child..
Clearwater: But.. He doesn't have a kid.. Does he?
Remi shrugs.
Daniel "The Mindless" Christopher comes out to a mix reaction as "Protect Ya Neck by Wu-Tang" starts playing through the arena with Jessica Lee by his side, and looks to the crowd, while dressed in a jacket with a hood. He then gets into the ring with Jessica Lee and walks to one of the turnbuckles. Daniel "The Mindless" Christopher then climbs it and kisses his Buddhist necklace , before jumping off it. He then takes his jacket off and hangs it to the side of the turnbuckles. Daniel "The Mindless" Christopher then turns around as Jessica Lee stands by his side and puts her hand across his chest. He then kiss Jessica on the lips, which leaves the ring afterwards.
Remi: That Jessica is one spicy meatball.
Clearwater: Calm down, Remi.
Remi: Ohhhooho boy!
Jessica walks past Remi as his jaw drops.
The referee calls for the bell to start the match.
~~~ DING DING ~~~
Clearwater: OUCH! Johnny has to pay attention.
Remi: I think I some some food leave his tights.
Daniel picks Johnny up and leans his back against the corner. Daniel starts chomping his hand across Johnny's chest, leaving a bright red line. Daniel grabs Johnny by the hair and tosses him into the ropes. Johnny ducks the first clothesline and bounces off the ropes, only to get smack with a dropkick by Daniel.
Clearwater: Things not looking good for Johnny Legend in his first match here, Remi.
Remi: Well, he does have dementia.
Daniel lifts Johnny up to kick him in the gut and plant a piledriver hard on the mat. Johnny lies there motionless as Daniel stands up smiling down at him. Daniel stomps on Johnny's head before lifting him up to his feet. Daniel attempts another piledriver, but Johnny drops to his knees and headbutts Daniel in the crotch.
Clearwater: The ref didn't see that one!
Remi: Ouch...
Johnny stumbles up to his feet and grabs Daniel, who is favoring his junk and plants a double arm DDT on Daniel. Johnny covers!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Clearwater: Daniel kicks out!
Johnny spits on the ground next to him. Johnny wipes his mouth and gets to his feet.
Remi: Those tights can barely hold that muffin top on Legend.
Johnny lifts Daniel up and puts him into a snap suplex. Still locked up, Johnny rolls and lifts each other to their feet to put Daniel in another snap suplex. Johnny covers Daniel once again.
ONE!
KICKOUT!
Johnny shakes his head.
Remi: I think someone needs to get Johnny Legend a towel... He's sweating bullets.
Johnny wipes his forehead and gets to his feet. He lifts up Daniel and tosses him into the ropes. Johnny attempts a closeline, but Daniel ducks, bounces off the other end to return to Johnny with a flying knee to the face. Johnny crumbles down the mat holding his face. Daniel rushes to the corner turnbuckles, but out from the crowd comes two masked men in yellow jumpsuits and a blocky, yellow helmets.
Remi: What the? Who.. Huh?
Johnny pulls the referee towards him to take his attention away from the men in jumpsuits. One of them grabs hold of Daniel, while the other grabs a chair and smacks the back of Daniel, sending him flying off the top and landing face first onto the mat below.
Clearwater: I'm beginning to think those men were with Legend..
The two men in yellow jumpsuits quickly rush away as Johnny shoves the referee away. Johnny gets to his feet and lifts Daniel up to put him into the Legendary (Death Valley Driver)! Johnny covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Jessica Kaine: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH.... JOHNNY LEGEND!
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THE INSURRECTION
THE INSURRECTION
The camera cuts to Clearwater getting orders from backstage, while Clearwater takes a small break with a bag of chips and soda.
Clearwater: Yeah.. Yeah.. I got it, but..
Suddenly, the camera cuts to backstage where Andrew Barnes is seen with one of the tech people.
Andrew Barnes: Just play it!
Andrew shoves the worker back and walks away, the camera cuts back to Clearwater and Remi.
Clearwater: I... I guess Andrew Barnes is coming out?
Remi: Wha?!
Remi says with a mouth full of potato chips.
"Demonheart" by Stratovarius blasts over the loudspeakers as Andrew Barnes makes his way through the curtain and out on the ramp, wearing a black suit. His fans go nuts as their God makes a sudden appearance tonight. Andrew walks down the ramp with a smirk on his face and some intensity in his eyes.
Remi: My lord. He looks a little... Crazy. Right?
Clearwater: Yeah. That smile is off-putting. What happened to Andrew?
Andrew Barnes walks down to the ring and grabs a mic from one of the ringside staff. He walks up the ringside steps and enters the ring. His music slowly dies down, the majority of fans are loving it with only a few booing.
Andrew Barnes: Enough.
Andrew paces back and forth in the ring and stops in the middle.
Andrew Barnes: Enough of this bullshit.
The crowd noise dies out.
Andrew Barnes: Now. I know you people rarely see me out here, shooting the bullshit and such. There is a good reason for that.
Andrew scratches his head.
Andrew Barnes: You see.. World War Wrestling is coming up.. MY TITLE MATCH!
The crowd cheers.
Andrew Barnes: My chance to finally steer this place in a better direction.
Andrew snickers.
Andrew Barnes: You know.. It seems like everyone around here is saying that.
Andrew lifts his free hand and gestures a air quote.
Andrew Barnes: Save APW.
Andrew chuckles.
Andrew Barnes: EVERYONE! Everyone wants to save APW. Yet.. where are they when it comes time to put in the FUCKING EFFORT!
Clearwater: Oh boy, I'm sorry folks at home for having to hear that.
Andrew Barnes pounds his chest.
Andrew Barnes: I'M HERE!
The crowd cheers.
Andrew Barnes: Andrew Barnes has put down almost everyone here in APW. If it wasn't for that cheating muppet Eli Beazley, I would be undefeated here in APW!
Some more people start to turn on Andrew as he brought up Eli Beazley, while his diehard fans continue to get louder.
Andrew Barnes: I put down Oblivion, Soul Reaver, Jason Ryan... Anyone APW has sent me.. I PUT DOWN!
Andrew Barnes points into the camera.
Andrew Barnes: And you dare to not even acknowledge me, America Jackson? Don't you understand? Don't you understand that you never let danger out of sight? You walk around here as if no one can touch you... As if that belt keeps you away from people like me?
Andrew points to himself.
Andrew Barnes: World War Wrestling will be a history lesson for you, America. It's going to teach you one thing.. ONE THING!
Andrew holds up a finger as the camera zooms into his face.
Andrew Barnes: I AM THE INSURRECTION!
Andrew yells into the mic, his face turning red in the process as he rips open the button-up shirt underneath his suitjacket. He grabs hold of the ropes and leans forward towards the camera.
Andrew Barnes: THE REVOLUTION IS HERE, AMERICA!
Andrew drops the mic, he leaves the ring and up the ramp giving some of Eli and America fans the middle finger.
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Renaissance Taylor VS Elliott Siscoe
Jessica Kaine: Approaching the ring first, weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds, hailing from Soho, Manhattan, New York City. This is Renaissance Taylor!
The throaty moan of an overly distorted guitar roars as ‘Royal Jelly’ by Deap Vally hits the speakers. The arena is dark as the music continues to play - ones the guitar and drums reach the height of their crescendo, spotlights hit the entrance as Renaissance Taylor steps out. She stands, momentarily, as the lead singer belts out the chorus:
♬If you wanna be Queen Bee
Then you better make honey
If you wanna be Miss Thing
Then you better start hustling♬
The spotlight follows Renaissance as she makes her way down the ring ramp, ignoring the fans except for a few here and there, which she only affords a disdainful glance. As she makes it to the bottom of the ring ramp, she once again pauses.
♬Honey, so sweet, so sweet
Honey, so sweet, so sweet♬
Now the lights come up to find her making her way up the steps to the ring. She walks the ring apron towards the middle before gracefully entering the ring. She goes to the middle of the ring, still ignoring the fans and tilts her head back, absorbing the lights above her, before lowering a cold glare to no one in particular. As the music dies, she moves to her corner.
Jessica Kaine: And her opponent, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, by way of Hamburg, Germany, Elliott Siscoe, with two T’s!
The arena dims down into darkness, upon the stage shines two blue spotlights. Over the speakers is heard the sound of heavy rainfall coinciding with a melodic piano playing. After a moment of the piano and rainfall playing, a female voice comes over. Soft, angelic, but a little freaky. She says…
“The fire never went out.
“He has been everywhere.
“Done everything.
“The itch needed to be scratched.
“Now your favorite knucklehead has returned.”
With a thunderous explosion of fire upon the stage, “Under and Over It” by Five Finger Death Punch roars across the speakers. From under the stage explodes Elliott Siscoe simultaneously with the start of the music. He looks out over the crowd on all sides while smiling. He then walks down the ramp to the ring. At the bottom of the ramp, he goes into a sprint and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. More pyro explodes on the stage as Elliott bounces around to each corner hyping up the crowd. After the fourth corner, he turns and sits on the top turnbuckle as the arena lights return to normal.
Remi: LOOKOUT!
Before Elliott can do anything, Renaissance rushes him and drives a wicked flying knee right between his shoulder blades - blind siding him. The bell abruptly rings as he goes chest first into the turnbuckles and stumbles right back into a vicious double knee backbreaker!
Clearwater: This could be over quickly here!
Renaissance rolls Elliott over and goes for the pin, but he kicks out before the ref can even get to the mat. Renaissance goes at the downed Elliott with repeating elbows to the mush, but he’s able to fight her off and push her back. He rolls to his knees and checks his forehead with the palm of his hand to see if he’s bleeding. Renaissance is right back to her feet and charges him looking for a kick, but he moves and catches her heel and brings her down to the mat. He pulls her into a dragon sleeper with body scissors.
Remi: Dragon Sleeper and it's tight!
Clearwater: Incredible shift here early on!
Renaissance reaches for a rope, but it’s about two inches too far away.
Remi: Could this be a throwback to Alpha Showdown? We already know that she’d rather be put to sleep than tap out.
Clearwater: It could very well be!
Renaissance looks like she’s fading, but finally she snaps into action by reaching up and clawing at Elliott’s face. When that doesn’t work, she reaches out and finds the referee’s shirt and pulls him on top of them both. The impact causes Elliott to release the hold. Renaissance rolls over, clutching at her neck as Elliott rises to his feet and pulls up the ref. While he’s checking to make sure the referee is ok, Renaissance rises up behind him and nails Elliott with a low blow.
Remi: Oooohhhh! Right in the clusters!
Clearwater: Oh well now that’s one way of doing it - the referee didn’t see the blatant dirty move.
Elliott falls to his knees allowing Renaissance a moment to catch her breath. The referee checks on both wrestlers as they both rise up. Elliott approaches Renaissance, complaining about the low blow, but all she does is smile in his face. Now they’re nearly chest to chest and Elliott’s height advantage is pretty apparent. All he has to do is push her back with two hands and when she comes back off the ropes, he takes her down with a clothesline.
Remi: The size differential is huge in this one, but imagine when she’s face to face with Giggles?
Clearwater: She barely comes up to his belly button.
Remi: Exactly!
Elliott pulls Renaissance back to her feet by her hair and sets her up for his patented ‘Knucklehead’ (Lifting Scorpion Death Drop). The fans cheer him as he nods, but before he can bring her down, aided by the slippery sweat in her hair, Renaissance is able to spin out of the hold, but it doesn’t do her much good as he grabs her and flattens her out again with a short arm clothesline.
Clearwater: There’s not a doubt in my mind that there are a few people backstage watching this match with bated breath.
Remi: And one’s chuckling, I’ll bet.
Elliott goes for a knee drop, but Renaissance moves out of the way at the last second and leaps to her feet and attempts to follow up with a standing moonsault as Elliott rolls onto his back, but he brings his knees up right into her ribs. Renaissance crashes hard to the mat as Elliott slowly rises, favoring his knee.
Clearwater: I want you and everyone to take note that Elliott spells his name with two T’s instead of one. Some fun trivia there.
Remi: Whenever I hear his name I just picture ET and his glowing finger. Elllliiioootttt.
Clearwater: Thank you for that Remi, now back to the in ring action.
Elliott’s knee is now the target of Renaissance’s attention as she’s going after it like a shark after chum. She’s laying kicks into it as he staggers towards the ropes. He catches her with an elbow to the face which sends her staggering backwards, but when he tries to follow up with a clothesline, the knee hinders him. Renaissance collects herself and from out of nowhere, she lands the Ushiro Mawashi Geri (Reverse roundhouse kick) right into his temple. This sends him staggering and finally he falls to one knee. She then rushes him and lands a low dropkick which finally takes him down to the mat.
Remi: It took some time, but she’s got him down!
Clearwater: Here’s the cover attempt!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Elliott kicks out with such authority that it sends Renaissance into the ropes. She tangles up and finally falls all the way out of the ring landing awkwardly on her neck. She falls limply.
Remi: Oof! Harsh landing for Renaissance Taylor out there!
Clearwater: Elliott’s trying to get back up, but that knee’s hurting for certain!
Elliott manages to slide his lower half out of the ring and using the ring apron, he moves towards Renaissance. She’s out of it on the mat, but he pulls her up by her hair, not too worried about the condition of her neck. Hoisting all of her dead weight up, he pushes her back into the ring.
Elliott enters the ring, still favoring his knee, but by the time he’s able to pull himself up, Renaissance is already stirring. She’s holding her neck and looks like she’s a bit out of it, but she manages to get to her feet. She waves for Elliott to come at her, but is definitely punch drunk. While the referee is checking on Elliott, Renaissance reaches into her tights.
Remi: Oooh, what’s she going for?
Clearwater: Get your mind out of the gutter.
Renaissance hides whatever she pulls out of her tights as Elliott finally gets both feet beneath him. Elliott rushes her, looking for a clothesline, but his knee gives out and he falls head first into a right hand from Renaissance, with the foreign object.
Remi: Whatever it was, it was effective!
Clearwater: Thanks to the ref being blind!
The strike doesn’t put him out, but he’s standing eight. Renaissance tosses the foreign object into the crowd and lands the Cannonade (Wind up whiplash bicycle kick) right on the numbers, putting Elliott onto his back. Renaissance falls onto him and hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Renaissance rolls off of Elliott and holds her neck, clearly still reeling from her fall.
Remi: That’s it! With some help from a friend, Renaissance has taken down her last foe before she goes on to face Giggles!
Clearwater: She better have two or three of those things stuffed in her little tights for that match!
Jessica Kaine: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Renaissance Taylor!
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Apokalypse VS Alex Scott
Alex Scott is strolling down the hallway toward gorilla position for his upcoming match when he is blindsided by Apokalypse. Scott tumbles to the concrete as the colossal brute laughs. He stomps away at Scott as the former Junior Heavyweight Champion struggles to his feet. Scott catches Apok off guard by sweeping the leg and the big man falls hard. Scott gets to his feet and he walks past the producers, then through the curtain. The fans cheer as he gets out onto the stage.
Clearwater: This match has begun before it's even begun.
Remi: Duh-doy!
Scott momentarily basks in the admiration from the fans and then he somehow senses danger, ducking just in time to evade a big boot from Apok. The big man missteps and falls down onto the stage, holding his leg.
Clearwater: Oh no!
A referee spawns on the stage and checks on Apok, asking him if he can continue.
Apokalypse: Go fuck yourself, zebra!
Apok kicks the ref away with his good leg and the ref explodes.
Remi: OH NO!
Jasmine Silk magically spawns on the stage to check on Apok, who softens up on his harsh vibe toward zebras. She asks if he can continue and he says yes… but she knows it's his "no" yes. She stands up and calls for the bell, then raises Alex Scott's hand in… victory?
Jessica Kaine: Here is your winner… ALEX SCOTT!
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John Blade VS Casey Holliday
Jessica Kaine: The following match is a U.S. Open Challenge!
Marks: YYYYYAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!
Jessica Kaine: Introducing first… from Boston, Massachusetts… weighing in at two hundred and fifty one pounds… The Doctor of Thuganomicks… JOOOOOOOOOHHHNNNNN BLLLLAAAAAAAAAAADE!!!!!~!
Clearwater: BIG MATCH JOHN IS HERE!
Remi: Ugh…
He bounces off the ropes side to side and he holds up his “Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect” shirt. He takes off his hat and tosses his shirt to the fans and hands his chain to the ref.
Clearwater: I can't believe his opponent is Casey Holliday!
Jessica Kaine: And his opponent… from Bellevue, Washington… Ms. All In… CASEY HOLLIDAY!
She proudly walks to the ring while the fans mercilessly boo her and throw trash at her.
Remi: HOW DARE THEY! THIS WOMAN IS ALL IN!
She gets in the ring and immediately goes for Blade. The bell rings. Blade ducks a clothesline and he hits the ropes. Blade takes her down with a flying shoulderblock, then a sitout hip toss, then a side-release spinout powerbomb. The fans go wild as Blade hits the ropes and connects with a fist drop.
Clearwater: FIVE KNUCKLE SHUFFLE!
Remi: Ugh…
Hollidy pops to her feet after the fist drop and she gets scooped up onto Blade's shoulders.
John|Blade: YOU CAN'T SEE ME!
He emphatically slams Holliday on the mat and goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The bell rings.
Jessica Kaine: The winner of this match… JOOOOOOOOOHHHNNNNN BLLLLAAAAAAAAAAADE!!!!!~!
Clearwater: HE'S DONE IT! JOHN BLADE HAS WON THE U.S. OPEN CHALLENGE!
Remi: Ugh…
His music plays and he celebrates with the people.
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THE DIRTY DOG
The lights in the arena begin to fade as strobes fire up and crimson red spotlights fire up. A crimson red pot leaf appears spinning in the middle of the ring. Flash bulbs fire as lighters fire up. "Lap Dance" by N.E.R.D. begin to play. On the big screen you can see images of soldiers marching mixed in with strippers stripping. Soon these images are replaced by words.
THE DIRTY DOG
SHANE CLEMMENS
Pyros fire as Shane appears from the entrance.
♬Dirty Dog
I'm, I'm a dirty dog
I'm a dirty dog
I'm, I'm a dirty dog♬
Shane heads to the ring with a brilliant smirk on his face. His adoring fans scream, some can’t believe what they’re seeing. Some even do that ‘panic and pass out’ thing the girls used to do when they saw The Beatles. Yeah, really. Shane keeps going.
♬I'm an outlaw (I'm an outlaw)
Quick on the draw (Quick on the draw)
Somethin' you've never seen before (Never Seen)♬
Shane rushes the ring, sliding in on his chest. Effortlessly he pops to his feet. He heads to to the corner and climbs to the second turn buckle, gazing out at the fans. He holds his fingers to his lips as if he's smoking a joint, then extends it to the audience. The fans pop.
♬It's so real
It's How I Feel
It's this society
That makes a ******* wanna kill♬
Shane, loving the roar of the crowd returns to the middle of the ring were he struts, bouncing as he warms up, stretching his neck.
♬It's a raw night (It's a raw night)
Who wants to bar fight? (Who wants to bar fight?)
Well come on alright (Well come on)♬
The fans cheer.
Shane Clemmens: For those of you who don’t know me, I am this fucking sport. Excuse my language. I’m the best thing you’ve ever seen in your entire life and you’re welcome. I’ve got a million names but the ones that seem to stick are the ones I don’t really need. But most know me as The Dirty Dog. NOW. I’m here because I’ve heard some bad news that I’m not really ready to accept.
Shane goes to the corner, calling for two chairs. Once he has them, he sets them both up in the ring and takes a seat. He leans back in his chair, because he’s awesome like that and holds the mic to his lips.
Shane Clemmens: Nathan Gust has died? Can’t be true. I’m not ready to accept that.
The big screen lights up showing a picture of the Raging Dead with a couple dates beneath his smiling face. Such and such year to such and such year.
Shane Clemmens: See, I’m not buying it. Not for a minute. People die in this game every goddamn day. Don’t act like this isn’t a soap opera. I’ve died a couple times. Had to fight my way back from the dead just to beat the shit out of Nicolas Jaxx back in the day. Anybody remember that? Ha, yeah. I closed a whole fucking fed cuz of that even. Yep. Me. Did that.
He realizes he’s digressing into his own ego, which is a subject he’s fluent in. He pulls out a pack of smokes and pulls one out, sparks it up, and takes a long tug off of it.
Shane Clemmens: Before I continue, let me explain this to you. What I’m doing right now is performance art. Part of this art is me smoking. So you can’t stop me. Feel me?
He ashes his cigarette as he looks at the picture of the Dead Raging Dead.
Shane Clemmens: Is it just me, or did his teeth get bigger?
He snorts.
Shane Clemmens: Ok so here’s the deal. I’m going to return here every week and I’m going to set up these chairs. Until someone comes out, namely the deadman up there, to fill this chair, I’m not going anywhere. Also, if he doesn’t show up by World War Whatever Dumb Name PPV, I’m going to lay somebody out. That’s right. I’m going to start hurting people until this fucking faker comes out and admits to the world that he’s still alive and then he’s going to face me one on one at a pay per view that doesn’t have a stupid fucking name. Understand me?
He scratches his head.
Shane Clemmens: This is Netflix, right? So I can say whatever the fuck I want, right? I mean they fucking host that show about little girls that’s all creepy and shit. What kinda fucking world we living in? I’ll tell you what kind. We’re living in a world where Nathan Gust is still very much alive and WILL come out and WILL face me and WILL catch the ass beating he’s deserved since he stole one from me back at SFT.
Then boom. The music hits and Shane nods his head as he finishes his smoke and we cut to a commercial about life insurance.
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America Jackson VS Liberty Lyon
A particularly mean-spirited showing by the APW Champion, America took the lead early on in the match and never entirely relinquished it. He controlled the early matwork with ease before moving into a period of dropping Liberty with a series of vicious suplexes. She tried using her speed to get back into it, managing to chain together quick dropkick and strike combos but as a technical shooter type she was outclassed by the APW champion and each run would be shut down with a nasty strike or a hard drop. After being unable to sustain a run of momentum, Liberty tried dodging to the outside, but the Troops laid in a beating on her when she tried, leaving her nowhere to go to get a moment’s breath. Down the stretch, she finally manages to get something going, landing a kick combination that floors America long enough for her to hit the Serotonin Spike for a nearfall. She hasn’t been able to wear him down enough to finish it though and when she looks for Breath Play, America rolls through and locks on a rear naked choke of his own, letting her fade until the ref is about to call it before tossing her over the ropes for the Troops to beat on further.
At this point, both challengers for America’s titles at World War Wrestling approach from opposite angles. Lex Collins sits in the crowd area on one side of the ring while Andrew Barnes approaches from the opposite side. America spots both and smiles, telling them ‘watch this’ as Liberty is tossed back in by the Troops. She tries to swing once, twice, but she’s got nothing left and gets floored with America First! America doesn’t pin though, looking to his challengers and talking shit before hooking her in a crucifix and laying in repeat elbows! Liberty isn’t defending herself, looking to be unconscious so as the elbows continue to rain down, the ref calls for the bell!
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HOLDING THE RING
HOLDING THE RING
Clearwater: It’s chaos out here! The Troops are fighting everyone!
Remi: This is so disrespectful! It’s their day!
Octo and Lex fight wild, ripping through the stands with hard hits going back and forth. Meanwhile at ringside it looks like Andrew Barnes will be overwhelmed by the number of Troops swarming him. In the ring, America sits on the top rope yelling “COME AND GET ME!”
Clearwater: So much for a fighting champion! America Jackson is making everybody but himself do the dirty work!
Remi: No point paying security so you can fight your own battles, I always say.
The tide turns suddenly. Andrew Barnes fires off a Mendacium on a Troop! Then another! He’s laying out the Troops at ringside and clearing a path! Meanwhile Lex fights Octo near the edge of the bleachers, staggering the big man back before clocking him with Bricks! The hard right knocks the monster out cold and he collapses off the edge, crashing through tables and equipment at the side!
Remi: NO! They can’t do this!
Clearwater: No matter how many tricks America Jackson has, these guys are going to fight through to win the titles!
As Andrew Barnes creates a widening gap in the Troops on his path to the ring and Lex Collins, having conquered the Octopus, begins fighting through on the other side, America drops off the ropes and powders from the ring, grabbing his titles and being escorted out by yet more of the Troops. As he makes his way up the ramp, Barnes and Collins take the ring and stare him down, holding it.
Clearwater: America holds both titles for now, but will this be the picture at the end of the night at World War Wrestling? Will Lex Collins and Andrew Barnes be able to take the American and World Heavyweight Titles from him and be standing there as champs when the dust settles?
The shot focuses one more time on America Jackson holding the titles then on Lex Collins and Andrew Barnes holding the ring as we fade to black.
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