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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S03/E11 11/02/20 (Complete) Nov 3, 2020 10:39:53 GMT -5 Jubei and ដានីយ៉ែល like this

Post by Adam Dante on Nov 3, 2020 10:39:53 GMT -5

November 2nd, 2020

Live From: Scotiabank Arena. Ontario, Canada.

Seating capacity: 19,800

Exclusive to NETFLIX

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[Opening Segment]

APW opens with a shot of Ned, the disgraced general manager of Monday Night Metal, when viewers can see it is entirely a picture of him printed on 8”X11” printer paper. Suddenly, a dart lands between his eyes. Then a second tacks right beside it. Cameras float from that effigy to Adam Dante sitting at his desk in a casual suit—still more expensive than anything the fan base could dream—when Masuda Jubei walks into the room. Dante throws his last shot and meets Jubei’s glower.

Adam Dante: Looks like it’s time for us to show that we’re a real company. And that we’re not playing around anymore. Do think you can convince these fans where Ned failed?

Jubei scoffs.

Adam Dante: Then do what needs to be done. But first, go ahead and let the people know that we’re not going to be made fools of ever again. That a new era of APW starts tonight.

Masuda Jubei: Yes.

Jubei walks towards the ring dressed in a blood-red suit from the back area. His music cues at the Alphatron as the camera tracks his walk to Gorilla Position. When he parts the curtain, a packed house of Canadian superfans. Jubei slices through it all like a hot, angry knife of a human being. He then enter ring with his music lowering before producing a microphone.

Masuda Jubei: I’ll never miss all of you and that spirit. You can feel all that hatred in your blood as it shakes your bones. Yet I’m not here to call out someone on my “hit-list” because I don’t need to win matches to be your new leader. I took the job because you people need me… and because you pay for it.

Fans boo that out of the arena, or they might have, had Jubei actually cared.

Masuda Jubei: We sent that Ned packing. He’s not coming back! Although the real reason I accepted Dante’s deal is because I have unfinished business here. And until I get what I am owed, I will wring its weak neck. I will break its bones one talent at a time.

Fans grimace knowing the Master is a man of his words.

Masuda Jubei: There was disorder. Now, I’ve returned to make sure our talented athletes know their place. And if anyone back there thinks they and walk over me like they did Ned—think again! I am the Master in everything I do. Now, as your new GM, I will be the master of all of you!

He points into the crowd.

Masuda Jubei: You’ve been warned. Now, you face me at my worst. We have a game changing card planned for tonight. Stay and enjoy the show, as every title will be on the line. Every champion will defend. As it should be. With dedication and with honor.

That gets the people on their feet.

Masuda Jubei: But mark my words. If anyone dares to go against the plan… expect my wrath. Welcome to Metal.

Jubei disappears to the back to his theme.

Last Edit: Nov 4, 2020 16:24:18 GMT -5 by Adam Dante

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S03/E11 11/02/20 (Complete) Nov 3, 2020 11:55:18 GMT -5 ដានីយ៉ែល likes this

Post by Adam Dante on Nov 3, 2020 11:55:18 GMT -5

Alex Scott V Hale Cassidy

Metal returns to the ramp with lights flickering. The distorted riffs of “Weak Spots” ring through the arena as the lights begin to darken and fog fills the entrance tunnel. As the vocals drop the titantron flashes white and purple. The words 'Kayby' Hale Cassidy transition in as dog folks the entrance tunnel Penetrating through the fog, Hale Cassidy walks backward onto the stage being led by his manager.

Jessica Kaine: "Introducing, from the Centre of the Damn Universe in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Being led to the ring by 'Taylor Made' Ms. Arden Taylor. Standing at 6 foot and weighing 90 kilograms, he is the Better Than You-ligan... 'Kayby' Hale Cassidy!

As Kaine announces them, Taylor leans in toward Cassidy's face and kisses her on the cheek. Immediately, he whips around, seemingly energized by the young lady's kiss. Cheating to the camera, Cassidy brushes off his abs and fixes his hair as he walks down the ramp.

Clearwater: And a new era of Monday Night begins exclusively on Netflix. And an “old meets new” in this opening bout when the fresh energy of “Kayby” meets one of the longest tenured names contracted to Alpha Pro-Wrestling.

St. Remi: You got that right, bro, but there’s so much to love about Cassidy. He’s a model of perfection!

Clearwater: He might be, but not in the minds of these fans. They hate him!

Cassidy slides under the bottom rope while Arden uses the steps to enter the ring. Once more, cheating to the camera they mimic the pose from the stage. They take a corner and await the lowering lights.

"Fight Like the Devil" begins, and there is a brief murmuring of fans. As the song picks up, Alex Scott parts the curtain, a look of focus and minor indifference on his face. He shows very little emotion, walking to the ring in his hooded sweatshirt, tights and boots. He hits the ring, uses the ropes the stretch, and then sits on the top turnbuckle, mentally preparing himself to wrestle.

St. Remi: And here comes the lone wolf!

Clearwater: Wow, look at him! Scott is ready to prove himself tonight!

Scott stares daggers that reflect off Hale’s shit-eating grin. The ref calls for the bell, sending Scott on the attack. Kayby, as he loves to flaunt, sidesteps. Alex Scott catches himself in time with his opponent back heeling whilst showing him a finger wag.

Clearwater: Cassidy showing his moves early.

St. Remi: Yeah, and Scott tried to bull rush into the red cape, bro.

Clearwater: They lock up… and a headlock takedown from Kayby.

St. Remi: Scott to the side, he’s trying to get some leverage off the hold. But this northern treasure is showing him the ropes.

Cassidy transitions to a better position from his knees, allowing him run into a bulldog. He tries from a pin, but Alex Scott gets a foot under the ropes. He then pulls Scott off the floor and whips him into the ropes. Cassidy tries a dropkick at the knees—Scott leapfrogs the attempt.

Clearwater: Brilliant counter from “the All Day Superstar”!

St. Remi: He cleared the bar, for sure! Bro! Alex Scott with a dropkick of his own!

Clearwater: He has Hale heading for the ropes.

Scott follows, exercising some caution, as he closes in on Kayby. Moments before he can get his hands on Cassidy, his opponent rakes him across the middle ropes with a drop toehold. Stranded on the ropes, Kayby runs back and kicks Alex Scott in the chest. He instinctively turns but right into the best dropkick in the goddamn business!

Clearwater: That was beautiful!

St. Remi: Hey bro—I was going to say that!

Clearwater: Cassidy makes the cover!

St. Remi: Just in time… but Scott needs to reign this match in before Cassidy takes him down again.

Clearwater: These fans can feel it. There can’t be much left in the tank “The Answer” of Alpha Pro.

St. Remi: Cassidy has him off the canvas. He must be thinking a finish here—because you can’t let a pure athlete like Scott recover.

Kayby gets a back clutch, but a defiant Alex Scott elbows free. He then takes all that pent up energy and releases it as a full-bodied powerslam on Hale Cassidy. Alex doesn’t even take a moment to breathe as he hits the far ropes—retuning with a huge kick to the ribs of Cassidy. He then climbs the turnbuckle, and against better logic, sets up a split-legged moonsault. He almost hits the landing when his opponent rolls towards the ropes in time. Alex lands safely on all fours.

Clearwater: Scott recovers clean, but Kayby had a second too long to breathe.

St. Remi: Someone needs to go for the jugular, bro.

Clearwater: Very true, the pace of this match is unsustainable.

St. Remi: And these guys know it though. You can see it their eyes.

Cassidy shotguns another picture-perfect dropkick, but Scott sidesteps the effort. He strikes upon the landing with a series of knees. This allows him to set up and hit a single hook brainbuster.

St. Remi: Brain Bustah!

Clearwater: These fans loved it—and Scott hooks the leg!

Clearwater: Only two! But he’s made a statement of his own against the skill of Cassidy.

St. Remi: I’m losing myself—to this energy!

Clearwater: Cassidy for the Chase Utley! No!!!!

St. Remi: Roll up Alex Scott!

Clearwater: I don’t believe it!

Jessica Kaine: And your winner… and new Junior Heavyweight Champion… Alex Scott!

Kayby can’t believe it let that match slip through his fingers with Scott scoring his prize overhead. Fans give Scott the neutral treatment as he walks backstage, his prize proudly around his waist. Hale leans over the rope with an accusing point, knowing they will meet again.

As Hale climbs out of the ring, Masuda Jubei saunters onto the ramp, he casually twirls a APW branded microphone as he adjusts his tie, Hale flashes “The Master” an accusing look, unsure what to expect.

Masuda Jubei: I would contain that anger, Hale. Save it. Savor it. You’re going to need it for next week. See, we at Alpha pro like your fight. That’s why you’ll be facing the North American Champion next week for the belt!

The crowd gasps as Hale smiles, he didn’t win the belt, but he has made an impression!

Last Edit: Nov 3, 2020 14:31:04 GMT -5 by Adam Dante

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S03/E11 11/02/20 (Complete) Nov 3, 2020 13:02:22 GMT -5 ដានីយ៉ែល likes this

Post by Adam Dante on Nov 3, 2020 13:02:22 GMT -5

The following is a "Cinematic Event" filmed over the last seven days. Raw footage has been edited for tonight's presentation.

The footage contains scenes of violence, magic and sexual exploration and should not be watched by a minor.

Thank you.

Daniel Christopher V Adelaide Ainsworth (c) V Jamo

Lights dimming to a luminescence just above pitch black sends the crowd filling Ontario's Scotiabank Arena into un unbridled frenzy of rabid noise, slowly but surely the lighting transitions to a pink hue, the wild crowd continues to bay for the blood of the next arrival. The opening bass lines of "Savage" by Jesswar permeate across the mad echoes of the wild pack of animals that populate the arena's seating.

"I'm a savage, I'm a cunt
Now all the bad bitches please move to the front
I want that ass bare, baby plump
Now all the bad bitches please move to the front"

Adelaide Ainsworth, the current and reigning Alpha Pro Wrestling Hardcore Champion makes her way out onto the stage. The rabid baying reaches fever pitch upon her arrival. She is wearing the shortest catholic school girl skirt imaginable, paired with a white blouse fastened in such a way that her midriff and cleavage exposed, exciting both the sexually active teenage boys and sexually depraved dirty old men alike.

With careful choreography, Addy skips delicately and provocatively down the ramp, her Hardcore Title fastened around her waist, slung low across her crotch. She rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring, without hesitation or politeness, she snatches the microphone from Jessica Kaine's dainty fingers, hustling her out of the squared circle with unnecessary physicality.

Addy: Fah two months, I been defendin' this Hardcore, from tha moment I won it from that fattest human on the planet. Now, don't get me wrong. The crazy shit, it's been a wicked fuckin' ride. But, lemme tell ya, sometimes a girl just needs ta get violent, so tonight, right here on Metal. I ain't playin' 'round. Nah, cunts. I'm 'ere ta retain me title. I'm 'ere ta put bodies in tha ground. Tonight, I have been given tha pleasure'a two fools ta make inta skin suits.

An' I'm gonna enjoy it.

Daniel Christopher; ya fuckin' waste'a me voice, really. Ya too dumb ta really work out whether ya two by two equals four or if it was ya mum that I was fuckin' on the bedroom floor. Do I think ya got a set' an anythin' that's capable of takin' this belt from me fuckin' grasp?

Fuck nah.

But, son, I will be fuckin' makin' sure ya get close enough ta touch it. Then...

Then... I'm gonna break ya fuckin' fingers...

One by fuckin' one.

Chin Check? A fat guy tryin' ta be tough bustin' a nut ta NWA? Jamo, ya stupid dumb fuck, I'm gonna do ya, just tha same fuckin' way Ice Cube did Eazy E.

No Vaseline.

Every step ya made, ya ain't stepped close ta someone who has tha fuckin' firepower'a me. Nah, I ain't sayin' strong or shit. But, fuck wit' me an' I'll put a foot in ya ass an' keep ballin'. What tha fuck am I yellin'?

I can throwback ta fake toughness too.

Difference though? I'll dig a shallow grave.

Addy throws the mic.

(On the titantron, Daniel Christopher can be seen listening to his music through his headphones on his laptop, while watching Addy A's promo on him and against Jamo. He pauses his music player and on the device and looks at Addy Ainsworth, who is standing in the ring.) Daniel then starts laughing at the insults and takes a joint near his desk. He takes a puff, before blowing out the air through his lips.)

DC: What? I have no clue what you are talking about little girl? Go back to your playground, little Addy. Is that all you got to say about me? Please, that was so damn pathetic. My late grandma can spit better insults than you and she barely speaks English. Damn, that shit was so weak that I have to laugh at it. That was really bad. Don't get mad, but that was the truth.Your insults don't faze me nor has any effect on my well being. I know that I am one crazy son of a bitch. Bullies try to burn my hair through my cap and I am still fucking here. I got kicked in the bathroom stall or pushed around so damn much for being a geek. Guess what I am still here. I graduated high school and I whoop some bullies's ass at the same time, while being a fucking asshole. Even if I have a learning disability, I am going to kick your ass and Jamo's asses! Both of you won't stop me from pinning either on of you to get that Hardcore Title off your damn waist. I won titles in previous companies before and I am not going to stop now or anytime soon. Whatever shit you got cooked up for me? Bring it bitch! I am ready to go to hell to win that damn belt. If I have to break the damn rules to win a title, then so be it., It would be a real sham for your ass to lose your precious title after retaining it at the Killing Floor PPV I don't care what you or Jamo think about me, I am here for that title and I am snatching it from you! I went to toe to toe with the best in the past and you two are not so different from them.

I am not afraid of hitting a woman like yourself, Addy or an idiot tough wannabe like Jamo. So I am willing to face the consequences of my actions in this match, because the smell of victory will be worth it! So spare me the bullshit British accent. You are not fooling anyone, except yourself. You may talk the talk, but can you walk the walk is the question on everybody's mind. I may be quiet and hyper, but I can be a little nuts like the DC Villain Joker at times. Fuck with me and I will attack your ass back with no hesitation necessary. We can fight here or anywhere outside the United States. All I know is that I am going to be the crowned the new Hardcore Champion.

(Daniel "Mindless" Christopher then presses the play button on his laptop and continues to listen to his music, while Addy Ainsworth is standing in the ring with a pissed off look on her face.)

Addy stands in the middle of the ring, scratching the top of her skull, as the preposterous image of Daniel Christopher sitting in front of a laptop is burned to the AlphaTron. She saunters towards the microphone she'd tossed on the canvas, bending over to pick it up and making sure that everyone in the audience gets a prime viewing of her curvaceous derriere.

She pounds the top of the microphone with her fist, the reverb echoes throughout the halls, turning to the commentary team of Remi and Clearwater she blows them a kiss, Remi blushes. Clearwater remains nonplussed.

Addy: So le's be real, there ain't no point talkin' ta tha cowardly dweeb sittin' backstage listen ta My Chemical Romance an' thinkin' 'is shit don't stink. He ain't gonna hear a fuckin' word I got ta say an' even if he did he's mind so addled he ain't know when it was Uncle Jimmy or Uncle Bob that was fuckin' him las' night an' tellin' not ta tell 'is Daddy. But, homie's real right? I mean, man, he came out tha gates runnin' wit' tha name Daniel "The Angel" Christopher. That shit don't sound any sorta derivative ta me at all, right. It's a bastion of original fuckin' thought. How can I hope ta meld minds against that sorta intellect?

Shit. I caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan't?

Did I inflect enough sarcasm on that I dunno?

Bit dumb down here bein' an Australian talkin' wit' a fake British accent. It's like I don't know where tha fuck I'm from.

We'll that's a lie, I know exactly where I'm from... know exactly what I've fuckin' done... an' got a pretty good idea where I'm goin'. That's got me defendin' tha... nay... my Hardcore Title against ya an' that fat fuck, Jamo who's still prolly in the bathroom stall jerkin' 'is gherkin off ta some 1970's fuckin' playboy he found in tha dumpster when he was lookin' fah a feed.

So people in tha fuckin' audience that I know ya clamorin' ta see a fight. I get it. I'm itchin' ta break some 'eads an' detach ballsacks from their bodies. Problem is, that dumb fuck on tha screen up there needs ta be down 'ere for me ta kick 'is fuckin' ass, but nah he's too much of a cowardly bitch.

Probably afraid'a gettin's 'is ass stuffed in lockers, or 'is 'ead stuff down a toilet fah bein' such a geek. I mean it ain't graduation day so he can't fight an' kick anyone's ass yet, right?

That's what he said. His words wandered 'bout all over tha place it was hard ta keep track off. Figured he was just jonesing for his next hit'a meth. Each ta their fuckin' own. But as ya can see he's still up there listenin' ta whatever emo bullshit he's got playing through 'is mindless mind an' I'm down 'ere lookin' fah a fight.

An' I'm gonna stay 'ere 'til these cunts stop jerkin' off an' get fuckin' down 'ere.

*While the camera is rolling inside an empty room, the footage shown that Jamo grabs a chair then sits down to look at the camera man to get ready to start his promo.*

Jamo: First off all, looks like the match is started a bang to kick off right now! First things first, let me introduce myself to you two knobheads right now and my name is Jamo, a fucking hardcore legend in the online business and to be honest you both won’t last long with me in that ring for that hardcore title tonight. Just to remind you that hardcore is my damn blood and in my damn family generations, my family has a very rich history of fighting hardcore matches. They made their opponents suffer serious injuries to unleash punishment till they don’t breath or stand up no more to walk away as the winner. I’ve been doing that in my legacy for a long, long, long time and to be honest my 15 hardcore title reigns proves it but not to you two idiots who have no idea what you have get on the ring with. Let’s start with the current hardcore champion Addy, yeah I like N.W.A cause they are my favourite hip hop artist while I was listening to them.

*The background changes to a creepy restroom while he acts like a fat fuck.*

Jamo: So I’m just a fat fuck who jerks in a restroom huh, what a stupid way for you to say it to my fucking face with damn disrespect from you. I punished punks like you to give them a beating amd teach them a lesson to respect a great legend like myself during matches. Addy I’ve been reading your matches since you’ve been defending your hardcore title and I got to say I’m pretty impressed of your matches right here in APW so far but what I’m not impressed about is your damn attitude which made me think I have no respect for you right now. I think it’s time for you to lose that pretty belt of yours right now I can run you over like a fucking freight train hitting all the damn vehicles into pieces. I have the brains and the tricks to fight this match cause this match is my fucking yard bitch cause I’m going to prove it to you! Now onto the second person DC, what in the blue fucking hell is your name is after DC comics?!? I mean mate your name needs to be a better one right now, so I’m an idiot tough wannabe guy huh, wait till you get on that ring to face me.

Suddenly on Alphatron, a cardboard was shown and it reads "This was pre recorded" and a midget comes out from under the ring. He gets into the ring, behind Addy and takes out his cell phone. The little guy takes a selfie of himself with his head near her ass and types "Your boy with his bitch!". He then gets out of the ring and climbs back under the ring as the lights suddenly turns off. When it is turns back on, Daniel Christopher is standing right behind Addy A with a steel chair in his hand and starts whacking her in the back with it. After several hits to his opponents' back, Daniel uses his other hand to unwrap the Alpha Hardcore Championship around Addy's waist. He stares at it before raising it in the air and gets out of the ring. Daniel "Mindless" Christopher then runs up the ramp and into the back with his opponent's stolen title. Meanwhile the midget comes out of from under the ring again and sees his crush laying on her back. He climbs into the ring and walks right up to her back. The midget licks his one of his hand and smacks the Alpha Hardcore Champion in the ass as the smack sound can be heard echoing throughout the arena. Addy A then holds her ass in pain as the midget then kisses her lips, before running off as she starts chasing the little guy around the ring.

(Addy stops chasing the midget and gets out of the ring. She exits ringside by running up the ramp and to the back. She sees Daniel Christopher wearing her Hardcore title around his waist, while standing near a table of food and walks toward toward him. Addy taps him on the shoulder and points to his waist.)

DC: Me no speak English!! ខ្ញុំឈ្មោះដានីយ៉ែលហើយស្ត្រីនេះកំពុងល្ងង់ខ្លៅដែលនាងចូលចិត្តបូមសាំងពីព្រួញរបស់មនុស្សធាត់ចូលទៅក្នុងលារបស់នាងដូចជាធុងហ្គាស!

Addy: ??

DC: I said My name is Daniel and this woman is fucking stupid that she likes to pump gas from fat people's farts into her ass like a damn gas tank!

(Addy then tries to kick Daniel in the balls, but he blocks her with his hand and headbutts her in the head. Daniel Christopher then takes a piece of pie and smashes it in her face. He knocks the champ down with an X-Factor and whistles the referee to come over. Daniel then covers Addy, but she kicks out and stops kicking her in the ribs. He then runs to the nearby restroom and sees Jamo washing his hand and runs over to ram him into the mirror, breaking the glass into tiny little pieces. Jamo is bleeding, but Daniel grabs him by the head and drags him outside the bathroom and to where Addy is at.. Daniel Christopher drops Jamo and leaves the area. He heads through the entrance as Jamo and Addy A start fighting each other. Daniel heads to ringside and sits down at the announcer's table with his feet propped up.)

DC: What up, homie? I got bored with all the fighting. So I am going to chill right here with you two instead.

The commentary team points to Daniel's waist and tells him that he isn't the champ.)

DC: So what, I got the damn Hardcore Title belt. She doesn't need it anyway. That chick is too fighting Jamo to pay any attention to me.

(While Daniel is chilling at ringside, Jamo and Addy A are trying to kill each other in the back near the food table.)

Adelaide's thoughts are overwhelmingly driven by the fact that is being forced to defend the title against possibly two of the biggest fucking idiots to ever lace up a pair of wrestling boots, but she has to defend the Hardcore Title against them, then defend the Hardcore Title against them she will. Adelaide grabs the morbidly obese Jamo by the back of his head and slams into her knee, using the sudden concussive effect of the patella against the bridge of his nose to knock him out cold.

Addy: Sleep there for a bit ya fat fuck.

Ainsworth stalks her way back to the ringside area. Daniel Christopher continues to chill lazily with the commentary team when he sees Adelaide appear on the stage. Adelaide laughs as she points to him sitting there like a fucking moronic pigeon perched atop Lord Trafalgar.

Remi: Bro, I think she's coming to fight you.

Adelaide makes the universal sign for 'my belt' by running her hands across her waist.

Clearwater: Something tells me she wants her title back, DC.

DC: I don't care.

A midget runs at her, she kicks him in the head the way a sad cunt would kick a stray dog and continues on her march towards Daniel Christopher.

Remi: Run bro.

DC: I ain't scared.

Clearwater: You should be.

Adelaide reaches the ringside area and starts to round the ring on her approach to the commentary table when Daniel Christopher is lounging about. Addy stops on her way, looking under the ring apron and removing a baseball bat wrapped in barb-wire.

Remi: Run, bro.

DC: She's a girl what's she going to do?

Adelaide reaches the announcer's table. Christopher slides back against the guardrail that separates the team from the rowdy fans. Adelaide doesn't hesitate, leaping the table with panther-like reflexes and slamming the bat into the side of Christopher's head.

Remi: No damage was done. He's mindless.

Adelaide chuckles at the joke. She raises the bat back above her head and slams it against his face, dragging each barb down his face, tearing the face as she goes. She picks up the now semi-conscious DC, laying him on the commentary table. Claret flows vigorously from his fresh facial wounds. Being the sick, sadistic bitch that she is, Adelaide grabs the bat and slams it into his genitals with ferociousness.

Remi: Oh.

Clearwater: Oof.

Adelaide removes her Alpha Pro Wrestling Title and hands it off to Jessica Kaine for safekeeping for the duration of the match. She returns to inflicting grievous bodily harm upon Daniel Christopher while Jamo sleeps peacefully in the backstage area. DC has rolled off the table and is laying on the ringside mats, writhing in pure unadulterated agony. Ainsworth picks him up and slams the bridge of his nose in the hard edge of the ring apron. The bolt of pain, coupled with the force of the driving impact inflicted by Ainsworth stands him upright.

Adelaide doubles him over with a kick to the groin.

(Daniel holds his groin in pain and gives the middle finger to Addy, before poking her in the eyes with his finger. She holds her eyes as Daniel pulls out some brass knuckles and uses it to punch Addy in her mouth. She screams in pain as her mouth starts bleeding as Daniel Christopher super kicks her, sending her over the guard rail and into the rowdy crowd. He then sees Jessica Kaine and grabs her Hardcore Title away from her. Daniel then jumps into the crowd and pulls Addy by the hair. He then picks her up and throws her over the guard rail. Daniel Christopher drags her to one of the ring’s aprons and pulls out some handcuffs. He puts them on one of her arms and a midget in his underwear suddenly comes out from under the ring. Daniel then wraps the Hardcore title around the little guy's waist and puts the other half of the handcuffs on him. Now Addy is handcuffed to the midget, who is wearing her Hardcore Title around his waist as DC finally grabs a nearby trash can and puts it on the Hardore Champion's head.)

DC: Battle up, Bitch!

Addy: Fuck you, man!

(Daniel Christopher then grabs the bard wired baseball bat and whacks the trash can that is over Addy's head so hard that you can hear the sound of the metal.)

Daniel Christopher drops the bat on the ground as if he of actions. Like a second grader the very first time their parents put their abhorrent drawing on the fridge.

Adelaide flips the bin off her head, knowing that the reason children bang pots and pans to make noise is that you don't actually have to hit them that hard to make loud reverberations. The so-called hard strike against the side of the bin actually minimal effect on the eardrums of Adelaide Ainsworth. That being said, she still sustained some damage to her side from the blow pushing the aluminum into her. No one likes that.

Remi: Don't think that did as much damage as what Daniel Christopher was hoping, bro.

Clearwater: You can call Addy almost any name under the sun and you would be right, but you certainly can't say she isn't resilient.

Remi: True that, bro.

Daniel Christopher seems genuinely surprised that Adelaide Ainsworth is still standing after that blow, some would suggest that is because of his outdated thinking that a woman shouldn't be able to compete with a man in physical combat. Though, if we are going to have a dose of factual information - Daniel Christopher is certainly not a man.

The Mindless one slowly backs away from Adelaide as she comes after him. He throws a clothesline at her hoping to knock her down, but she is far too quick a thinker and sees the telegraphed move coming before he has even planted his feet to generate the necessary force to render the blow effective. Ducking under the limp arm, Adelaide is able to lock her hands around his chin and drop him down to the ground with a reverse neck breaker. A simple move, but one executed with such skill that it causes a tremendous whiplash on Daniel Christopher.

Adelaide doesn't care about the possible damage to the vertebrae of her opponent. Her other opponent, Jamo is still sleeping backstage somewhere, or he possibly got hungry and decided to just eat all the food at the buffet table. If that was his decision, then he is very fucking lucky that William the Behemoth is still lost in a cave somewhere, because that oversized fucking marshmallow would not take to someone eating all the delicacies provided by catering for themselves.

Christopher has slowly dragged himself to his feet, as Adelaide has been too busy daydreaming about who knows what. He sneaks up behind her, spinning her around he punches her in the nose. She doesn't flinch.

Adelaide reaches up with her left hand, wiping her nose, a small dribble of blood is coming from her nostril. It's insignificant compared to the amount of blood that is covering the face of Daniel "Mindless" Christopher after she carved his face apart with the barbs on the baseball bat.

Adelaide cackles like a hyena.

Remi: That laugh is unsettling, bro.

Clearwater: She definitely has her share of issues.

Remi: She likes getting Hardcore, bro.

Clearwater: Remi! Phrasing!

*Lights went out in the arena while Addy and DC panic that they can’t see in the dark then the lights comes back where Jamo appeared on the middle of the ring with a barb wired cricket bat on his hand.*

Jamo: Just got bored watching you two fight knobheads, here catch Addy!

*I tossed the bat at her to distract here then I run towards her to hit the big boot to knock her out and shift my focus to DC to duck his punch to counter into a monster German Suplex.*

Remi: Well he here, finally that lazy ass decides to show up now.

*After hitting DC with the German Suplex, I looked at to Remi after hearing that he called me a lazy person. I grabbed the barbed wire cricket bat then slide out of the ring and walked to the announcer table to stare at Remi.*

Clearwater: Uh Remington I think you should be careful what you say cause Jamo just heard you what you said.

Jamo: Wanna say that to my face again Remington or you wanna get fucked by this bat or you wanna apologised to me for what you said?

*I swing the bat on the announcer table by leaving a giant hole with broken pieces of small monitors. I went to,the side of the ring to grab a few more weapons as I grabbed steel chair, steel garbage bin and a glass table to get them on the ring by showing my sadistic smile. I grabbed Addy to pick her up then hit her with a powerhouse standing clothesline that send her back down hard out cold, while I set up the glass table to wait for DC to get up by standing beside the table. While DC gets up slowly and Jamo Powerbomb DC through the table and DC begins to wither in pain while a few glass shards stuck on his back.*

Remi: Holy hell, Jamo just drove DC through a glass table and I can see some glass shards on his back!

Clearwater: Yep, that’s Jamo’s hardcore nightmare. That how he does in those matches when he faces his opponents by punishing with weapons to make them suffer.

*I wait for Addy to get up and while waiting for her, Addy gets up slowly as I grabbed her hair to say something to her.*

Jamo: Me a fat fuck huh, this is what happens when you disrespect me for the last time Punk! Time to meet your end right now, for you with the reign of you being hardcore champion!

*I taunt her with the bullet club gun taunt then I finished her off with Powerbomb Lungblower aka Contract killed. I decided not to pin them as I want to punished them more to make them suffer more.*

Remi: What a finisher from Jamo, Contract Killed but Jamo is not going to pin her and why is that?

Clearwater: Jamo wants to see them suffer.

(Several hours before Jamo showed up, Addy managed to get the handcuffs off her and cuff the midget to the ring post. She then snatches the title belt off the little midget's waist and puts her hand into one of his pockets to reveal her thong. Addy shakes her head and walks off, but before she can leave. The midget takes her hand and puts it down his underwear. Addy yanks her hand away as the Midget shouts "I love you too!" as she walks away disgusted. Now in the present , DC then gets up slowly with the glass still stuck in his back and looks both at his opponents. He walks to the side of the ring and pulls a table from underneath it. DC then setups it as he then pulls a box full of thumbtacks and unloads it) on the table. Daniel Christopher then takes out a match with a lighter and lights it as he then drops it onto the wooden that is covered with thumbtacks. From Daniel's point of view. I grab a nearby steel chair and walk over to Jamo. I ram it into his stomach and then I smash up his throat. Jamo falls down, holding his throat as I pick her body up by her waist.) I stand her up straight, while pulling Jamo up as well. I then put both of my hands on each other my opponents' throats and raised both of them with their legs hanging high in the air.)

DC: Go to hell motherfucker!

(DC then chokeslams both Addy A and Jamo through the flaming table that is covered with thumb tacks. He then laugh hysterically and snatches the Hardcore Title off the Hardcore Champ's waist.) DC goes to wear it as the midget who is somehow not in handcuffs anymore, holds the other end of it from him.)

DC:Hey, idiot! Let go of the damn title belt!

Midget: No! It is mine!

DC: You are not in the match! You stupid motherfucker!

(Daniel Christopher then pushes the midget away and runs off with Addy A's Hardcore title as he humps off into the rowdy crowd.)

Remi: You know what, bro?

Clearwater: What, Remi?

Remi: I'm impressed by the amount of work Addy was able to put into this match, while that midget was handcuffed to her. It's a testament to internal fortitude and core strength that she could get it done, bro.

Clearwater: You have a good point there, Remi.

Remi: But its a little sick and twisted the obsession that Daniel Christopher has with that midget, bro.

Clearwater: Another good point, Remi. We must be in the Twilight Zone.

Remi: Why's that, bro?

Clearwater: Well, apparently we've been commentating this match for hours, you're making good points, which you never do, and there is a midget fighting with a moron over a hardcore title that neither have ever earned. And I still can't believe that Addy jerked off a midget.

Remi: That was sexual assault, bro. Addy might be a vivacious slut, but she has standards and no disgusting midget should ever force himself on anyone. Could you imagine the outcry if Addy made the Daniel Christopher suck the midgets dick, bro.

Clearwater: There'd be tears for days.

Remi: People seem to think that Addy is indiscriminate in her sexual escapades, but they are completely wrong, bro. She loved one man in Robbie Hope, he died. And she took advantage of Barack Obama just last week, and Justin Timberlake at World War Wrestling before that, but that gains her power and notoriety, bro.

Clearwater: I agree with you, Remi.

Remi: The midget looks upset that Christopher has run off into the crowd with the Hardcore Title belt, bro

Clearwater: It's probably got something to do with the fact that Daniel Christopher and his fucking midget dog seem to think this is a game of capture the flag and keep grabbing the Hardcore Title and running off with it. Do they not realise that this match ends with a fucking pinfall or a fucking submission.

Remi: You seem angry, bro.

Clearwater: I have no tolerance for idiot and fucking crybabies.

Remi: Ok, bro.

Addy finally climbs out of the broken down table, her arm is covered in thumbtacks, but she didn't really suffer the effects of the flames as she rolled to the side before her skin could start to burn. The first thing she sees is the midget standing in front of her, crying like a bitch because he's losing the stupid game of hold on the hardcore title that Daniel Christopher insists on playing like the dweeb that he is. Addy picks the midget up in the air and spikes him into the crowd like a quarterback trying to stop the clock inside the last two minutes of the fourth quarter.

The midget looks dead. (He's not, but he looks it.)

Jamo is doused by paramedics and their fire extinguishers, while Addy clamours away from the ring and after Daniel Christopher who has probably made his way to a glory hole and is getting his dick sucked by a homeless meth addict (allegedly.)

(Daniel Christopher is shown leaving the restroom with his girlfriend Jessica Lee and still has Addy's title belt around his waist. He having a make out session until the damn current hardcore champion arrives and points to him. Jessica Lee leaves as Addy tries to tackle him, but Daniel jumps over her as she ends up running into the men's restroom. She crashes into the wall with DC following her and whistles as a referee comes in. Daniel rolls Addy up as the referee slaps the floor three times and crowns him the new champion. He then pulls his opponent by her hair and pushes Addy's face into the toilet that is filled with shit. DC then pulls out a pair of handcuffs and handcuffs his opponent's ear lobe to the toilet's seat.) Daniel then pulls out another match and drops it onto the semen on the floor. He then exits the bathroom and heads to the parking lot as the restroom bursts into flames with Addy still handcuffed to the toilet's seat. Daniel Christopher then gets into a nearby rental car and drives off., while still wearing the Alpha Hardcore Championship around his waist. Several hours later, he is shown drinking a Corona at a random Swiss bar while laying on the couch with his girlfriend Jessica Lee.)

DC: Fuck Jamo and Addy Ainsworth! I know that I am the fucking best. I didn't become the First Ever Junior Heavyweight for nothing. I defeated 20 other people to win the damn belt.

*While being doused by the fire extinguisher by the paramedics, I get up and I smiled that I enjoyed the burned flesh that I’ve been put through a fiery table. While I was up I saw the replay of DC handcuffed the midget wearing underwear to Addy’s wrist, I shook my head as a disappointment that this match has now turned into a circus.*

Paramedic: Jamo, we have to take you back to treat your burns you’re unable to compete.

Jamo: Mate I’m fucking fine, I’ve been burned before and by the way I enjoy pain while wrestling Hardcore matches so I would like to continue and tell you to fuck off mate!

*I pushed the paramedic to get him out of the way to start heading the backstage to find Addy and DC who runs away with the title on his hands.*

Remi: Jamo is up and man I can see his back badly burned also bleeding as well. He’s heading the back right now to find Addy and that sick twisted man who handcuffed a midget to Addy’s wrist.

Clearwater: Jamo is a hardcore machine, nothing slows him down during that match and I think Jamo agrees with you about your complaining that you said earlier.

Remi: Good and I’m glad he understands.

*While at backstage, Jamo sees Addy walking at backstage trying to find DC who drove away in rental car. I tapped her shoulder to talk to her.*

Jamo: Hey Addy, wanna steal a car so we can get that idiot fuck?

Addy: Sure that’s a great idea.

*Starts heading to the car park to find a car to steal and found a Dodge Charger car, I break the window and found the keys in the glove box while Addy gets in the car as we drove off to where DC is chilling with his girlfriend Jessica. Arrived to the place Jamo grabbed the fire axe and Addy grabbed the same, starts walking to where he is then stops where he found the door and they starts swinging the fire axe as they poke their head in.*

Jamo: Room service for DC, you know you don’t crown yourself as champion until you win by pinfall or submission idiot? Let’s make the easy way or the hard way, the hard way is that I knock you out and Addy knocks your girlfriend out then we drag your unconscious ass back to the arena to finished off what we started.

(Jamo is talking to him through the keyhole of the door with Addy beside him, Daniel runs through the restroom and climbs out the window. He then lands on the grass and sees a nearby bike. He rides it back to the arena with the Hardcore Title still around his waist as both Addy and Jamo bursts in through the hotel room. to find nobody there. DC ends up at the building's parking lot and jumps off the bike. He runs into the arena and walks past the cafeteria. Daniel Christopher then goes through the curtain and walks down the ramp toward ringside. He rolls inside the ring for Jamo and Addy A's arrival.)

Remi: Can you check if I have a fever, bro?

Mike Clearwater puts his hand on Remi's forehead.

Clearwater: You seem ok, Rem. What's wrong?

Remi: Well, bro, this hardcore match has left more Dazed and Confused than a Richard Linklater movie, bro.

Clearwater: How so?

Remi: Well, Daniel Christopher used a fake referee to get a fake pinfall over Addy A, pretending to capture the Hardcore Title in the process. Then, somehow he set the building on fire with semen and a box of matches.

Clearwater: I didn't know semen was combustible.

Remi: Either did I, bro, but I did a little research and found out that semen is actually a flame retardant.

Clearwater: You can't say that R-word.

Remi: I said retardant, bro.

Clearwater: Sorry, my bad.

Remi: No worries, bro. But not only that, Daniel Christopher drove to a Swiss bar, bro, and he drank a Corona.

Clearwater: Drove to a Swiss bar? But we're in Canada.

Remi: Exactly, bro.

Clearwater: There's a giant body of water known as the Atlantic Ocean between here and Switzerland, that's before even mentioning France.

Remi: Exactly, bro.

Clearwater: Does he have hovercrafts?

Remi: No idea, bro.

Clearwater: Does he know Elon Musk?

Remi: I don't know, bro. Stop asking me so many questions, bro.

Clearwater: Sorry, Rem. I'm just really confused by it all. Wait... Did you say he drank a Corona while the world is suffering?

Remi: Yes, bro.

Clearwater: What an asshole.

Remi: This got stranger, Mikey-bro.

Clearwater: BULLSHIT!

Remi: Yeh, bro. Jamo stole a Dodge Charger and convinced Addy to drive with him to where Daniel Christopher and his girlfriend were hiding out, bro.

Clearwater: In the random Swiss bar?

Remi: Yeh, bro.

Clearwater: Addy isn't that dumb.

Remi: Concussion, probably - remember she was set on fire with semen when she was handcuffed to a toilet by her earlobe.

Clearwater: Her earlobe?

Remi: Yeh, bro.

Clearwater: Must've been some small handcuffs.

Remi: I'd say so, Mikey-bro.

Clearwater: What else happened?

Remi: Well bro. They tried to kick in the hotel room door, but Christopher escaped out the window and rode back to the arena.

Clearwater: From Switzerland?

Remi: Yeh, bro.

Clearwater: Wow.

Remi: And that's how DC got to be standing in the middle ring right now.

Clearwater: No wonder you thought you had a fever, everything must've been a hallucination.

Daniel Christopher is pacing the ring like a madman, while he waits for the return of his opponents to the arena. Hoping to return to this match to some semblance of normality, rather than something from the mind of Ned the Intern after he worked an eighty-five hour week at Kwik Trip somewhere in Wisconsin., but this is Canada, and there is no much difference except for universal healthcare and lots of moose.

Christopher is attacked from behind by Adelaide Ainsworth sans Jamo.

Addy A: Surprise ma'fucker! I never went anywhere. I just sent a stunt double to do me dirty work. Jaice Wilds represent cunt

As Addy goes to attack Daniel Christopher, the lights go off for a second before turning back on again. You see Addy on top of DC's chest with the referee next to her and he slaps the mat three times. The referee was about to ring the bell, when he noticed that Daniel Christopher's height looked a little too small. Addy A confused by what is going on, takes the mask off the DC''s stunt double to reveal the midget underneath it.)

Midget: I knew that you would come back to daddy!

(While this is going on, the real Daniel Christopher comes out fro under the ring and gets in it to stand behind Current Hardcore Champion. He turns her around and knocks her down with a Khmer Shot. DC then picks Addy up one last time and finishes her with Devil's Karma. He drops on Addy Ainsworth and covers her, while the referee bends down to smack the mat three times to count it. As the bell rings, the midget tucks on Daniel's shoulder and the little guy points to the belt. DC nods his head no and the midget takes out a remote out of the back of his pocket. He aims at the Hardcore Champion and zaps him as the lights flicker on and off. Then we see a ten year old Daniel Christopher with the Alpha Hardcore belt by his legs and he stares angrily at the midget, before snatching the remote from the little guy. DC zaps himself as the light flickers on and off to reveal Daniel is himself again. He gets out of the wrestling ring , while dropping the remote at the same time toward ringside and up the ramp to the back as Addy sudden;y wakes up after being knocked out. The midget picks up the remote and zaps both Addy A, Clearwater, and Remi as the lights flicker back and forth. Now, all three individuals are turned into little toddlers.)

The flickering of lights in the Scotiabank Arena continues constantly for what feels like hours, but let's place some reality on the situation, and realise that it was probably less than a minute, it was just the fact the constant strobing fucked with the brains of everyone in the vicinity.

Remi: Damn, Mikey-Bro.

Clearwater: What's up, Rem?

Remi: I just had the weirdest dream. I dreamt that somehow Action Wrestling become the sequel to that horrible Adam Sandler vehicle, Click, bro.

Clearwater: What do you mean, Rem.

Remi: Well instead of Christopher Walken giving Adam Sandler a remote to make things suit his life better. I dreamt a midget handed Christopher Daniels a magical remote that turned everyone into toddlers. Bro, it was trippy it was like the worst aspects of any Adam Sandler movie and one of those Leprechaun movies, bro. I hate Halloween, and every day around it, bro.

Clearwater: Really, Rem?

Remi: Yeh, I hate Halloween, bro. Too much weird shit.

Clearwater: No, not hating Halloween. The other stuff. You really had that dream.

Remi: For sure, Mikey-bro.

Clearwater: Damn. I had the same dream.

Remi: No way, bro.

Clearwater: Yes way, Rem.

Remi: I think we need new caterers, bro.

Clearwater: Just order Ubereats from now on.

Remi: Good call, bro.

Daniel Christopher is on the outside of the ring. The midget is inside the ring with Adelaide Ainsworth. Christopher is in the process of running away as he always seems to do because he is a cowardly little bitch that lacks the cojones to stand and fight in a straight battle. The Mindless way seems to be hit, do something dumb, grab the Hardcore Title, run away. This has pissed Adelaide Ainsworth off for the duration of the Hardcore Match. She grabs the midget and javelin's him into the back of the fleeing Daniel Christopher. Both of the leeches collapse in a heap in the ringside area. Adelaide channels her inner athlete, running and launching herself over the ropes and landed on Daniel Christopher and the midget with her knees. Adelaide first picks the midget up and hurls him at the commentators.

Remi: What the?

Clearwater: Just hit him.

Remi and Clearwater find their inner primal rage and mercilessly beat on the midget. One powerful strike from Clearwater breaks the midgets nose, another devastating blow from Remi appears to dislocate his shoulder. Meanwhile, as Remi and Mike hammer away on the dumbest midget this side of well anywhere, Addy A has lifted Daniel Christopher into and spikes him into the concrete with a DDT. Adelaide is now intent on delivering tremendous amounts of damage to Daniel Christopher, just hoping she can beat the stupid out of him - she doubts that it is possible, but she's gonna have a hell of a lot of fun hurting him. Addy fumbles around on the ground and finds a fish hook attached to some rope.

Digging it into his mouth, she drags DC around the ring.

Where is Jamo?

(DC pulls out a knife and cuts the end of the rope and pulls the fish hook out of his mouth. His mouth is bleeding and pokes Addy on the shoulder. She turns around and Daniel plunges the fishing hook into her clit. He then ties his opponent up with the ropes and then gives himself a pat on the back. Then suddenly Jamo comes running down the entrance ramp and toward ringside. He tries to jump DC, but Daniel ducks and he ends up in the involved brawl between the commentary team and the midget. Daniel Christopher then whistles as the security takes Addy A and Jamo away with him laughing at the situation.)

While Daniel Christopher goes to attend to the dumb fucking midget that is currently having his ass handed to him by the commentary team. The Mindless Idiot grabs Remi, but is overwhelmingly shocked when Remi flips him onto the ground with a ju jistu style seatbelt toss. Remi is quickly into a ground and pound mount, driving forearms into the bloodied and scarred face of Daniel Christopher, who inevitably has proved no help to the midget against the overwhelming might of Mike Clearwater and Remi St. Remington. Remi, while still in the mount position on top of Christopher on the ground takes his right index finger and hooks it into the hole in DC's cheek. He rips his fingers through to the front of his mouth tearing the cheek completely open with absolute disregard for the health, wellbeing and mental sanctity of the challenger to Adelaide Ainsworth's Alpha Pro Wrestling Hardcore Title. While, not as vicious as Remi, Mike Clearwater continues to decimate the midget. He has removed over of the television monitors from it's holster on the commentary table and is maliciously driving the monitor into the skull of the midget. It seems that the little person with a penchant for sexual deviance has lost consciousness quite a while ago, but this has stopped Clearwater persisiting on his infliction of this unadulterated orgy of violence. Blood splatters from the face of the loudmouth leprechaun skyward, cover all of Clearwater's facial features. On the ground, Remi has found a pair of pliers and appears intent on performing impromptu dental of Daniel Christopher.

Meanwhile, Ainsworth and Jamo have overwhelmed the weak-willed security team contracted by The Mindless One. With each of them knocked out cold on the steel ramp way. Adelaide kicks Jamo in the balls, before driving the top of his skull into the steel with one of the most brutal DDT's you will ever witness in the history of Earth. Adelaide removes the fish hook from her clitoris, examining it over.

Addy A: Meh. Smaller than tha last bar I 'ad through me clit hood.

Adelaide surveys the scene around her, which includes the loser security team who are so incapicated it was take a miracle if they ever have the capability to cause any source of interference in this match again. Jamo, is out cold, he'll probably awake from his slumber at some point in the future, but as of this moment, he is resigned to counting sheep jump over picket fences in the land of make believe. Adelaide makes her way down to the ringside area. The first thing she bears witness to is Mike Clearwater, covered in blood doing his best to bludgeon a midget to an early demise. Adelaide puts her hand on his shoulder to shake him from his rabid stare. Addy grabs the midget, throwing him into the crowd. The Canadians goes crazy and begin attacking the near-dead midget in unmentionable ways.

Adelaide takes over assaulting Christopher from Remi with heavy steel boots.

(While all this is going on, Daniel Christopher starts to dream of being at a random bar alone with his friend that is located somewhere on Staten Island, New York.)

Friend: You good?

DC: Kind of?

Friend: What is wrong?

DC: I just feel like no matter how I try to do the right thing, something always goes wrong.

Friend: What do you mean?

DC: Man, nobody likes me as a person.

Friend: That is not true. You got good people around you like friends and family.

DC: Is it enough? I don't even want to interact with other people sometimes, because I feel like the wrong words will come out of my mouth. Not only that, I have no idea how to join a discussion about a topic that I have no knowledge about.

Friend: It is alright. That is normal.

DC: NO, IT ISN'T! I WANT TO GO CRAZY AND FUCKING EXPLODE OR SHOOT MYSELF TO DEATH!

Friend: Chill man.

DC: FUCK THAT!

(DC pulling out a handgun and shooting himself in the head. The dream ends with Daniel Christopher wakes up to see Addy and grabs one of the legs to trip her as she falls down. A bloody DC then stands up to leave ringside and walk up to the entrance ramp. Daniel then climbs up the Alphatron and gets to the top. While at the top, he pulls out a microphone to say something.)

DC: I AM TIRED OF PEOPLE OF ALL THIS SHIT! ADDY! YOU MAY BE THE DAMN ALPHA HARDCORE CHAMPION, BUT YOU DON"T GOT ENOUGH BALLS TO STIR UP SHIT! I DON"T CARE ABOUT YOUR DAMN AUSTRALIAN ACCENT NOR ABOUT JAMO'S HARDCORE HISTORY! ALL I KNOW IS WHETHER i win or LOSE THIS MSTCh< I AM GOING TO LEAVE THIS PLACE ALIVE! OH YEAH< ADDY! THE VIRUS IS CALLED COVID ! BITCH! NOT CORONAVIRUS!) SO WHAT! SWISS DON"T HAVE ANY AMERICAN BEER HERE, I NEVER BEEN TO THIS FUCKING PLACE BEFORE! AS FOR REMI AND CLEARWATER, YOU GUYS ARE LUCKY THAT I AM NOT GOING TO FUCKING BRUTALLY KILL YOU BOTH! IF YOU DIDN'T"T WORK FOR THIS COMPANY< THE DEED WOULD HAVE BEEN DONE AND I WOULD HAVE BEEN COMMITTING A CRIME! DO I HAVE A BAD FUCKING ANGER MANAGEMENT PROBLEM! I DO, BUT I TRY MY BEST TO UNLEASH IT, BECAUSE IT CAN CAUSE ME TO FUCKING CRAZY THINGS! OLD ANGEL GUY IS DEAD AND GONE! SO STOP MENTIONING MY OLD NICKNAME IN THIS MATCH, SINCE IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH WHATEVER IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW IN THIS ARENA! JAMO, I AM NOT A FUCKING PUNK NOr A BITCH! LAST TIME I CHECK, I EARNED MY TITLE SHOT AT AMERICA"S NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP! I DIDN'T GET ANY HELP FROM ANYBODY! DID I LOSE MY CHANCE OF WINNING IT? YES I DID! TIME TO MOVE ON! CRACK SOME DAMN SKULLS. IF I AM GOING TO HELL FOR THIS, MIGHT AS WELL BrING YOU BOTH WITH ME!

Clearwater: That felt good.

Remi: For sure, Mikey-bro. I was sick of being everyone's victim since the day Alpha Pro Wrestling opened.

Clearwater: It was a cathartic moment.

Remi: Indeed, bro.

Adelaide Ainsworth is gathering her senses ringside. Jamo is sleeping like a newborn baby that has been dosed with a bottle of brandy on the steel rampway. Meanwhile, Daniel Christopher, meanwhile, has climbed to the top of AlphaTron, with a microphone in his hand. His actions of lunacy have caught the attention of wrestling's hardcore harlot, the Illslutrious Adelaide Ainsworth. She turns her attention to his words as she slowly walks closer to the AlphaTron. As she passes by the insentient Jamo, she delivers a well-placed hell to the base of his skull, ensuring that he remains stupified until Distrubed finally releases a good album. (Which, if we are going to be honest, is never going to happen again, so there is a better than average chance that Jamo doesn't wake up again.)

Clearwater: I think Christopher is contemplating suicide, Remi?

Remi: I would say the world wouldn't miss his existence, but that would be callous and uncaring, bro.

Clearwater: Yes, it would Remi.

Addy has made her way to such a position that she is within shouting distance of Christopher as he stands atop the AlphaTron. Adelaide looks up at the emotionally distraught Daniel Christopher and laughs. A deeply disturbing cackle, something that you would imagine from a horror movie as the main antagonist takes a blunt knife to the face of an uncredited victim and carves them into a Halloween decoration.

She motions for a microphone.

Remi: Looks like Addy has something to say, bro,

Clearwater: Normally you can't shut her up.

Remi: I can think of one way, bro.

Clearwater: Let's end this conversation here because I assume it's about to get wildly inappropriate.

Remi: Yeh, you right, bro.

With microphone in hand, Adelaide addresses Daniel Christopher as he maintains his tenuous position above the world on top of the AlphaTron.

Addy A: Dooooood, ya doin' ok? 'Cause right now, I get tha feelin' that ya really strugglin' wit' somethin' in ya life. So look I ain't here ta make ya feel bad, I'm just wrestlin' ta defend me Hardcore title against ya, as it was deemed by management. An' I'm gonna be real - I don't two shits what happens ta ya beyond beatin' an' keepin' me belt. So if ya wanna get up there an' scream out ta tha world like a pubescent teenage beggin' for attention 'cause she just discovered what her clitoris, go ahead an' do that shit. But don't expect me ta over ya any sympathy or nothin'. Fuck, Buck, I'd love northin' more than ta see ya body a blood-splattered mess on the ground. Stray dogs gotta eat ya know. So I got one word for ya cunt.

Addy A: Jump!

Crowd: Jump!

Addy A: Jump!

Crowd: JUMP! JUMP! JUMP!

Clearwater: APW strongly recommends you talk to someone if you're overwhelmed.

(Daniel takes a microphone and speaks to Addy A.)

DC: I AIN'T THAT STUPID ENOUGH TO COMMIT SUICIDE! YOU AND EVERYONE CAN GO FUCK YOURSELVES! COME UP HERE WITH JAMO IF YOU ARE WOMAN ENOUGH TO DO SO! I AM NOT GOING TO JUMP, BITCH!

(He dives onto Addy A with a body splash, knocking her down and gets up to dust himself off. DC then turns his opponent around and hits the Flaming Skull until they both are near the edge of the ramp where a table is laid out. He hits Addy with Scorpion's Rebirth , causing her to fall straight down into the exposed table below the ramp. It breaks apart with her in it as a bloody Daniel Christopher looks on from above the entrance ramp. He then walks over to ringside where Jamo is and picks him up. DC then slams the fat fuck with Cambodian's Genisys back onto the floor and puts him in the Mindless Universe until he passes out. After several minutes later, Jamo is not moving, Daniel pulls out a knife and carves the word “asshole” on the cheek of his opponent’s face. He then backs away from the knocked out Jamo. He then walks toward both Remi and Clearwater and smiles at them before grabbing both of their heads. DC smashes both of them against each other, knocking them out near their commentary table. Daniel Christopher then rolls into the ring and climbs up the turnbuckle to pose for the Canadian crowd with the Alpha Pro Hardcore Title Belt in the air. He then wraps it around his waist and rolls out of the ring toward the ramp. DC walks up the entrance ramp and through the backstage area. Daniel Christopher then walks to the parking lot and steals a random SUV. He breaks the window and gets in it. DC starts the engine and drives off to the nearby airport. Daniel Christopher gets out of the SUV and takes a 7 hr 53 min trip from Scotia bank Arena, Toronto, Ontario Canada to New York. Once he gets back home, Daniel gets into the house and jumps into the shower to clean himself off. Several hours later, he comes out with his brand new washed ring gear and jumps onto the couch. DC then grabs the remote and turns the television on. He starts to watch the classic movie “Friday The 13th” alone in his home.)

DC: Fuck Jamo and Addy A!

*Jamo rises up like deadman, checks his cheek and he felt the carving that DC did on his face then he smile sadistic and looked at the knocked out Addy. I decide to pick her up to carry on my shoulder.*

Jamo: Well Addy, looks like DC is on the run again and we ain’t gonna let him run like a damn coward right now. All you have to do is wake the hell up right now.

*While carrying Addy on my shoulder, I looked for a car to dry and found the car that I stolen before then I put her in the car carefully on the passenger side then get on the drivers side. I started the car up to follow DC to the airport to catch a plane to New York to get to his home, while arriving to DC’s home I stopped the car not to get too close to his place and start to shake Addy to get her to wake up now to tell her that we are couple houses away from DC home.*

Jamo: Addy wake up right now cause we are here and you need to win this right now cause this match is turning into a damn circus! We need to end this right now to bring his damn ass back to the ring to finished the match and it’s a damn disgrace to the hardcore title.

*I shook her harder to wake her up.*

(At the Swidish Arena, the midget managed to escape the rowdy crowd and walk away. He checks himself at a random hotel and cleans himself off. While near DC’s house, Jamo and Addy A are fast asleep in the vehicle, a random stranger comes toward it and opens it. They then put Jamo’s face in between Addy’s legs, while putting a dildo in Addy’s A’s mouth. The random stranger then closes the vehicle’s door and takes a photo of both DC’s opponents in the car. The person then walks off, while whistling as the scene fades out to black. Several hours at a random location in Cambodia, the random stranger from earlier reveals himself to be none other than Daniel “Mindless” Christopher himself. He then sits behind a random desk and starts talking to the video camera.)

DC: Good thing I stuck a plastic dummy in my clothes at the house with the tv on to make it look like I was home the whole damn time. Stupid Jamo just got played. Hahaha! Anyway. This is Mr.Fuck You reporting from a unknown location in Cambodia and I got some news for you people watching at home. Jamo and Addy A were getting it out all night long and passed out. Here is the photo. (The picture shows Jamo’s face between the Former Hardcore Champion Addy A’s legs and then the screen turns back to Daniel Christopher.)

DC: See those two morons! Instead fighting each other, they are having sex in that rental car in New York. They loo like a wannabe sex couple version of Donald Trump and his Russian slutty wife. Yes, if they happened to travel here and get me. Those two need to go past international customs and I know Cambodia government officers hate U.S. Citizens, but they made an exception to me. Well my parents were born here, so they let me slide.

Random background voice: That is a lie. You pay them to let you through.

DC: Ahh shut up, you would have done the same thing. Anyhow I told them to not let my opponents Jamo and Addy A in, because they will overthrow the government. They agreed with me. Yes, Jamo and Addy are a real life couple, because my sources tell me that Jamo is jealous that Addy is cheating on him with the midget. That is the damn news and I am Mr. Fuck You reporting live internationally from Cambodia! Good Night and take ce!

(As DC gets out of the desk and leaves with a half dead midget comes walking in the picture to talk to the video camera.)

Midget: Fuck you Swedish or Canadian crowd for beating me up. As or Remi and Clearwater, I fuck both of your wives last night. Haha! YOU GUYS CAN”T TOUCH THIS! YOU CAN”T TOUCH THIS! AS FOR ADDY A, YOU ARE STILL MY WIFE!

(The scene fades to black with the midget doing the MC Hammer dance.)

Remi: I'm not Daniel Christoper gets it, Mikey-bro.

Clearwater: Not sure?

Remi: Ok. I know for sure, this fucking clown doesn't get it, bro. If was being honest with the society around us, I think this guy is a few too many brain cells short for the short bus.

Clearwater: Harsh.

Remi: Is it, bro?

Clearwater: Most definitely.

Remi: But, true, bro.

Clearwater: For sure.

Addy A: Heya fuck'eads

Mike Clearwater and Remi are both visibility shocked by the arrival of Adelaide Ainsworth next to them at the commentary table.

Clearwater: Didn't you get in a car with Jamo to chase after Daniel Christopher?

Addy A: Nah, homie. Ain't go a fuckin' clue who Jamo carried outta tha rubble, but reckon it must'a been some poor production tech. Been just chillin' a bit. Ya know, This Mindless bloke wants ta use smoke an' mirrors an' shit. I'm gonna chil will ya guy here in tha booth. Better than tryin' ta play whatever dumb fuckin' game they wanna play.

Remi: Sounds right on, bro.

Addy A: I ain't no bro.

Remi: Sounds right on, Sis.

Addy A: That's a whole lot fuckin' better. Remi.

Clearwater: See, Remi, I've told you for years that you can't just go around calling everyone, bro.

Addy A: Ahhh, it's all fuckin' right, Mikey. At least he's not as fuckin' dumb as Daniel Christopher. I see Jamo tries but this Christopher he's a fuckin' idiot. DC, just a fuckin' used and refused douche I mean he's got this fuckin' midget prancin' 'round like he's somehow married to me.

Remi: How you going to handle that br..sis?

Addy A: Simple. I got me good friend called Bonnie. She gave me the hook for this sorta shit.

Clearwater: Bonnie Blue?

Addy A: One and fuckin' only. Put these on.

Addy hands Remi and Clearwater a pair of darkened ski goggles to put over their eyes. Placing a pair over her eyes. Pulling a megaphone from under the commentary table. Standing atop the commentary table she shouts.

Addy A: Check under ya seats, fuckers. Put those glasses on an' close ya eyes.

Addy waits for the ENTIRE crowd to cover their faces with the darkened ski goggles.

FLASH!

BLACK!

FLASH!

Jamo appears in the ring, sleeping in a puddle of drool.

Remi goes to lift his glasses

Addy A: Not yet, Rem!

FLASH!

BLACK!

FLASH!

The Midget suddenly appears in the middle of the ring - he looks confused.

Remi goes to lift his glasses

Addy A: Not yet, Rem!

FLASH!

BLACK!

FLASH!

Daniel Christopher appears next to the midget.

Remi: Can I lift them yet?

Addy A: Go fah it, bro.

Her opponents, discombobulated, Adelaide wastes no time asserting the dominance she has had all match except when they run away like bitches. She grabs a well-hidden nail gun. Ignoring Jamo, she shoots the midget in the dick. She shoots DC through every major joint, pinning him to the canvas, he has no chance of escape from this predicament.

DC:DAMN YOU, ADDY!

(Daniel Christopher pulls the nail off his joint and gets out of the ring. He walks over to the commantary area to where Addy is and tackles her to the ground. DC then pulls out a taser and tases the Former Hardcore Champion several times in the chest. He punches both Remi and Clearwater in the face, before leaving ringside and rolls back into the ring.)

Daniel Christopher finds himself standing in the ring, mentally he seems to be claiming that he stole Alpha Pro Wrestling Hardcore Title He stands there gloating for the crowd after tazing, the Illslutrious Adelaide Ainsworth, and landing cowardly sucker punches on Mike Clearwater and Remi St. Remington.

Addy A: Electrifying!

She dusts herself off and gets ready to fight Daniel Christopher in the middle of the ring.

Remi: What for me, Sis.

Clearwater: And me, Addy.

Adelaide Ainsworth, Mike Clearwater, and Remi all make their way to the ring. Daniel Christopher stands his ground with all the cocky bullshit bravado of a High School bully that has never met his comeuppance. Today, that is about to change as Jamo wakes up, and punches The Mindless One in the back of his skull. It doesn't do much damage, because, well, he is Mindless. It does however provide enough of a distraction for Adelaide to spin him around and kick him in the midsection, doubling him over as she snails her split-legged stunner known as the Whorgasm. Remi drills Christopher with a spear, while Clearwater drives a knee into the back of his head as he is falling backward. Jamo, despite his size, climbs to the top rope and jumps off, landing a surprisingly elegant 630 splash, because, well, fuck reality.

Clearwater lifts Christopher upon his shoulders, while Addy setups a table behind them. Remi has climbed to the top rope and performs one of the greatest tag team moves known to mankind taking Daniel Christopher's head with a picture-perfect Doomsday Device, sending DC crashing through the wood, splinters embed themselves in his body in many places. The commentators have taken hold of a garbage bin that Jamo has brought into the ring and place it over the head of Daniel Christopher, and bash the side of the metal contraption with chairs. The echoes inside the bin will surely reverberate around the empty space where Christopher's brain should reside but is clearly missing. Addy lifts the bin from the now knocked almost all the way to Disneyland, Daniel Christoper, and motions for Remi and Mike to lift him to his feet. They do so obligingly as they hate the stupid cunt. Addy steps back and drills him with a superkick to his heart. A move is known in the wrestling industry as Heartless.

Throughout all his commotion, the midget has been hiding under the ring like a little cowardly bitch, but a hungry Jamo as found him and dragged his pathetic piece of existence into the carnage in the middle of the ring and is stabbing him repeatedly in the forehead, as if he is a butcher.

Christopher and the Midget are a bloody mess in the middle ring. Addy looks at the damage she done, laughing at Jamo, who is still stabbing wildly into the midget. Remi and Clearwater: proud of themselves, having genuinely bonded over their hatred of Daniel Christopher.

The commentators return to their position.

Jamo stabs.

Addy cackles.

(A bloody DC gets up and dusts off the remains of the splintered wood. He whistles as Godzilla comes crashing tino the Swedish Arena and squashes both Addy A and Jamo like pancakes, while Daniel Christopher looks on with an evil smile. Godzilla then grabs both Remi and /clearwater and dumps them both into the rowdy Canadian crowd. He then leaves the arena, while DC drags Jamo's body and lays him next to Addy. He then pours a huge chunk of gasoline on both of them and throws the bottle away. Daniel Christopher then takes a match and lights it up with a lighter. He then throws it onto both of his opponents bodies as it bursts into flames by Daniel Christopher.)

DC: If I don't win this match, at least I tried my damn best. This match was wild and crazy. Too bad, none of my opponents think I am worthy of this title belt. Management gave me the shot and I am fucking running it down the damn basketball court and shooting a three pointer for it. I am not a coward nor am I stupid, but my opponents take these jokes so seriously like their feelings are hurt. Whatever they throw at me or manage to kill me in this match, at least I will die like a decent human being. I just wanted to lighten up the damn mood around here. So let's Jamo and Addy A finish me off. Since they won't stop moaning and groaning about finishing this damn match. As for Remi and Cleatwater, lay a finger on me again and I am going to kill you both with my bare hands. Yes, I am threatening both of you morons. So don't fuck with me, motherfuckers. Jamo is a hardcore legend, who is a fat damn fuck. That is wonderful. Addy Ainsworth is still the reigning, defending and Current Alpha Pro Wrestling Hardcore Champion for this company. Since both Addy and Jamo want me to commit suicide so much. your wish has come true.

(Daniel Christopher then gets out of the ring and pulls out a ladder from underneath toward the ring at ringside. He climbs up to the top of the ladder with Alpha Hardcore Title still around his waist. As he gets to the top, Daniel "The Mindless" Christopher bows down toward both his opponents and the crowd, before diving onto both of his opponents who are doused in flames.)

Clearwater: BY GAWD! BY GAWD! BY GAWD! BY GAWD! BY GAWD! BY GAWD! BY GAWD! BY GAWD! BY GAWD! BY GAWD! BY GAWD! BY GAWD! BY GAWD! BY GAWD! BY GAWD! BY GAWD! BY GAWD! BY GAWD! THEY'RE ON FIRE! SOMEONE GET THE PARAMEDICS! SOMEONE GET THE FIRE BRIGADE! SOMEONE GET THE NATIONAL GUARD! SOMEONE DO SOMETHING GOD DAMMIT!

Remi: THIS IS SHOCKING, MIKEY-BRO!

All sorts of emergency services rush to the ring to help extinguish the blaze that is burning across the three combatants in the Hardcore Title Match. Addy is the first to put out and she seems to have enough stamina inside her, with minimal burns to her body. She crawls to the corner to regather her senses. Jamo has been badly, probably something to do with the immense layers of fat that surround his body. He genuinely looks in bad shape. The paramedics are attending to him and putting him on the stretcher to wheel him from the scene of the crime. They hook him up to oxygen to help him breathe after such a traumatic experience.

Finally, they decide to put Daniel Christopher out. He has burned the longest and looks a lot a stay-puft marshmallow turned into a more. But really do we give a shit about that jerk. Addy looks at crispy bacon Daniel Christopher and laughs and laughs and laughs. Addy picks up a chair and slams it into his head again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again until he is no longer moving.

Aisnworth beckons for Mike and Remi to come into the ring.

Remi puts a finger on the unconscious.

Remi: I'm touching you. I'm touching you. I'm touching you. I'm touching you. I'm touching you. I'm touching you. I'm touching you. I'm touching you. I'm touching you. I'm touching you. I'm touching you. I'm touching you. I'm touching you. I'm touching you. I'm touching you. I'm touching you. I'm touching you. I'm touching you. I'm touching you. I'm touching you.

Clearwater: I don't think he can hear you, Remi.

Mike pokes Daniel Christopher in the eye.

Clearwater: Definitely can't hear you.

Addy A; He did say he'd kill ya if ya touched 'im again.

Remi: I ain't scared, sis. He's a loudmouth bitch. Talks less sense than Trump on an acid trip.

Clearwater: Yeh, he's a dweeb

Both Mike and Remi keep poking and prodding The Mindless One in all sorts of annoying ways, taking advantage of his lack of conscious state.

Remi: I'm touching you.

Clearwater: I'm touching you.

Remi: I'm touching you.

Clearwater: I'm touching you.

Remi: I'm touching you.

Clearwater: I'm touching you.

Remi: I'm touching you.

Clearwater: I'm touching you.

Remi: I'm touching you.

Clearwater: I'm touching you.

Remi: I'm touching you.

Clearwater: I'm touching you.

Remi: I'm touching you.

Clearwater: I'm touching you.

Addy A: Fuck! When dia ya two cunts gets so annoyin'? Get back ta tha desk. I'mma finish this.

Remi: Look this match has been wild, bro.

Clearwater: I don't care who wins. I just want it over. But I don't want DC to win after all the cruel and unusual punishment he's inflicted on us throughout the course of this match.

Remi: Yeh, bro. Shit, look at that, bro.

Jamo is racing back to the ring.

Clearwater: He's got to be running on pure adrenaline right now.

Jamo slides into the ring under the bottom rope and immediately spears Adelaide Ainsworth to the ground. He picks up DC, but DC awakens and pokes him in the eye DC. DC locks Jamo in a face lock and DDT's him into a steel chair that has been carelessly left on the canvas for just this type of situation. DC floats over and covers Jamo.

ONE!

TWO!

Clearwater: Phew! Addy A just dragged DC off Jamo right there.

DC looks pissed, He shoves Addy backward and without warning drills her with a superkick!

Remi: That's Devil's Karma, bro!

Clearwater: Our girl is in trouble!

Jamo is back to his feet, As DC turns around...

Clearwater: BOOM!

Remi: Contract Killed, Bro! Jamo with a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NOO!

Clearwater: Addy drags Jamo of DC breaking up the pinfall. Jamo comes out her back she lands her superkick to the heart.

Remi: HEARTLESS, BRO!

Jamo stumbles backward out of the ring. DC sees this, but doesn't notice Addy, he scales the turnbuckles to leap to the outside to jump onto Jamo, but Addy sneaks up behind him and grabs the tights with a modified roll-up off the top rope, that doubles as a powerbomb on to the back of DC's head and neck.

Addy hooks the tights and places her feet on the ropes.

Clearwater: That's perfectly legal, this is a hardcore match.

Remi: No rules apply, bro.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Clearwater: Jamo almost got back to break it up but he was a second too slow.

Jessica Kaine: Your winner and STILL HARDCORE CHAMPION, ADELAIDE AINSWORTH!!

Last Edit: Nov 3, 2020 14:33:04 GMT -5 by Adam Dante

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S03/E11 11/02/20 (Complete) Nov 4, 2020 9:37:22 GMT -5 ដានីយ៉ែល likes this

Post by Adam Dante on Nov 4, 2020 9:37:22 GMT -5

Indie Rebellion V Ronins

Indie Rebellion enters the stage as the drum intro begins. They sneer at the canuck crowd, with a chorus of resounding boos echoing across the arena. The fist bumps and begin their walk to the ring, Laurens cracking his knuckles and neck. Martinez goads the crowd on as they bounce their way down the ramp.

Adilene Floyd: The following tag team match will be fought under TORNADO RULES...making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 339 pounds. The team of Mason Martinez and Christian Laurens, they are...INDIE REBELLION!

Clearwater: We haven’t seen a tag team championship match since World War Wrestling! That contest had Ned’s fingerprints all over it. Since the abrupt “regime change” from ‘Killing Floor’ the Dante/Masuda alliance is all out to tighten its grip!

Remi: And that means a clean sweep tonight, new challengers with new champions guaranteed!

The outsiders stop at the foot of the ramp, focusing on the match ahead as they slide in the ring. They settle into their corner, playing rochambeau* to decide who starts.

While preoccupied THE RONINS LEAP OVER THE BARRIER, dressed in street clothing the Ronins attack!

SUPLEX!

CLOTHESLINES!

DIVING ELBOWS!

The Ronins are in control as they irish whip Laurens and Martinez into the ropes!

REBOUND!

KILLSHOT!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Clearwater: Holy crap! They did it!

Remi: Killshot outta nowhere! Indie Rebellion pulls off an absolute steal!

Adilene Floyd: Here are your winners and NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...INDIE REBELLION!

“Der Konig der Dunkelheit” by D plays as Masuda Jubei returns to the stage, once more the suave and confident GM this Canadian crowd is learning to hate with a passion. Masuda displays a beaming ivory smile that could slice diamonds as he raises his microphone and begins to address the newly crowned champions.

Masuda Jubei: A commanding performance gentleman. I respect your no-nonsense approach. You claimed those titles as if you were born to carry them. That is a level of dedication I can admire. And exploit.

Laurens and Martinez seem unimpressed by Masuda’s “praise”. Martinez raises his tag title as he calls for a Microphone to respond.

Mason Martinez: What do you mean, “Exploit”?

Masuda Jubei: You have the tag belts, that’s an accomplishment. But that accomplishment does it provide stability. If you want to ‘play ball’ here in Alpha, it’ll take more than title wins, it’ll take...loyalty. No one is expendable. No even a titleholder. Loyalty however guarantees a certain level of respect. And with it security. Now, I have a new contract I urge you to sign, one that expects you, two gentlemen, to follow MY orders. Now if you will follow me we can--

Mason Martinez: What? We’re not here to be soldiers, “Master". We’re professional wrestlers. We arrive, we demolish, we conquer.

Christian Laurens takes the microphone.

Christian Laurens: What we DON’T DO is lick the boots of management just because they brought a cheap-ass suit and decided to go on a power trip. Understand?

Jubei smirks, the kind that can get a man killed.

Masuda Jubei: So be it. Next week on Metal, I’ll decide what to do with you two...as an example for others to digest, and fear.

Jubei walks off stage as the tag champs contemplate exactly where Jubei’s threats may lead.

Last Edit: Nov 4, 2020 9:56:00 GMT -5 by Adam Dante

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Post by Adam Dante on Nov 4, 2020 12:07:12 GMT -5

America Jackson (c) V Brother Zeke

We begin with a VIDEO PACKAGE of America Jackson’s epic title reign, a champion who has dominated the North American title division since June’s Japanese Bulletproof PPV. Jackson is seen going on a tear in the video package, hitting his finisher to the beats of “Don’t Stop” by InnerPartySystem.

Eventually the camera inside the arena pulls away from the alphaton as the lights in the Scotiabank are plunged into darkness. After a few moments, three distinct spotlights appear on the alphatron Stage. Patrick Nissley, Jared Piccone and Kris Barman from InnerPartySystem now stand beneath the beams of light, ready to play.

Patrick Nissley: Get ready, here comes your champion...AMERICA!

The trio play "American Trash" as eventually AMERICA JACKSON arrives on stage, the skies are showered with red, white and blue confetti as America is greeted with a mixed reaction by the Canadian crowd. America Jackson smirks as this good ol’ boy from Texas ignores the jeers as he bounds down the ramp, approaches the ring brimming with arrogant confidence.

Clearwater: No champion on this supercard tonight has been more dominating across twenty twenty than America Jackson. In a company full of bonafide Alpha’s, Jackson may be the Alpha above all.

Remi: There’s quite a few that would dispute that, Clearwater. Interesting tactic tonight though, coming out first.

Clearwater: Yeah, but look who’s with America. It’s Zaigon and his “Troops”.

Inside the ring America raises the gleaming North American Title high as the entrance track comes to a crescendo. Boos ring out as senior referee Eddie Silk takes the belt off America’s hands and raises it high above him, finally the belt is greeted with cheers!

Remi: The disrespect this crowd is showing is EXACTLY what I would expect from an ass backwards country, Clearwater. I mean, who dips fries in mayonnaise and gravy? What kind of maple loving psychopath thinks that’s a national dish?

Clearwater: What, you want to argue with them?

A moment later “O Fortuna” plays over the PA system as the arena goes dark.

Jessica Kaine: Introducing the challenger. Weighing in at 240 pounds, hailing from Topeka, Kansas. He is BROTHER ZEKE!

A single spotlight appears on the entrance ramp as out walks Zeke. The alphatron shows the words, “He is risen” with a cross placed behind them, the words eventually transitioning to “Brother Zeke”. Zeke slowly makes his way down the ring now as the spotlight follows him. Halfway down the ramp, the lights suddenly flash on and the arena is bright again, showing Zeke's face as he smiles wickedly at the crowd and America. After he makes it to the end of the ramp, Zeks walks past Zaigon without acknowledging “the troops”, climbing over the ropes and sitting down in the corner as his music slowly fades.

Clearwater: Brother Zeke was raised inside the notorious Westboro Baptist Church, if there’s one thing he knows it’s how to survive inside a hostile environment.

Remi: Can’t say I agree with his churches “beliefs” but I can respect his courage coming out here tonight. This is going to be a hell of a test for him.

Zeke and America square up as the bell rings!

Clearwater: And here we GOOOOOOOOOOOO!

DING! DING!

Collar and elbow tie up as America gains the advantage, bealing Zeke backwards, who rolls back to his feet, smirking.

Clearwater: Zeke seems unintimidated

Zeke waves America on as Jackson takes the bait, Zeke with a kick to the stomach and an irish whip, America ducks a clothesline as he rebounds off the ropes and delivers a leaping knee strike followed by elbow strikes to the back of Zeke’s skull. Zeke hunkers down as the assault continues. Zeke attacks Jacksons center of gravity, locking his arms around America’s ankle and attempting to lift the champ off his feet.

Remi: Zeke trying to MMA Jackson?

Clearwater: Let’s see where it goes!

America stumbles back into the ropes as Eddie looks to break the hold. Zeke ignores this as he drags America away from the ropes and kicks Jackson’s one good leg away. With America down, Zeke leaps into the air and brings his foot down hard on Jackson’s ankle!

Clearwater: Jesus, that could snap the bone!

Remi: This kid’s out to win!

Zeke continues to stamp on America’s ankle as Jackson dives for a rope break, but in doing so America turns his back on Zeke, who locks in a german suplex and flips the champ overhead!

Zeke with a quick over

ONE

TWO

KICKOUT!

Zeke mocks America’s elbow drops now as he unleashes a volley of strikes on America.

America ROARS as he powers through the pain and staggers to his feet, catching Zeke with a TOMBSTONE, but Zeke REVERSES IT as Zeke attempts to drop to his knees but America REVERSES IT AGAIN, as America attempts to deliver the drop Zeke struggles, the two men staggering backward as America’s ankle gives in. Zeke lands on America!

ONE

TWO

THRE---

NO, KICKOUT!

Clearwater: So close!

Zeke slams his fists on the mat with frustration, he spies the ringpost as he climbs

Remi: We’ve got a brother going airborne!

Clearwater: Four-fiddy incoming!

Zeke leaps off the turnbuckle as--

AMERICA IS UP!

CRITICAL FLASH HEADBUTT!

Clearwater: Zeke is down! Zeke is HURT!

Remi: COVER!

ONE...TWO...KICKOUT! KICKOUT!

Remi: Holy shit.

The crowd are now ON THEIR FEET as blood POURS from Zeke’s scalp, but he’s SHAKING IT OFF!

Staggering, Zeke waves America on as America grasps his ankle, slowly rises and stares intensely into the eyes of Zeke. Zaigon is on the outside, the troops are poised to strike but America waves them back. This is personal now.

Clearwater: No one kicks out of the Critical Flash. That’s a world ender of a move.

Remi: No one told Zeke! HE’S ENJOYING IT! THE SICK BASTARD!

Zeke is wearing a crimson mask as he trades lefts and rights with America, America lifts Zeke up for the America First (Angle Slam) but Zeke FLOATS OUT and delivers a HANGMAN NECKBREAKER! Mounted punches by Zeke but his vision seems to be clouding as he loses focus for a second, allowing America to lock in--

Clearwater: REAR NAKED CHOKE! REAR NAKED CHOKE!

Zeke is struggling as America applies extra pressure to Zeke’s windpipe. Zeke is struggling as blood drips into his eyes. Zeke SCREAMS as he begins to use the back of his own head to HEADBUTT AMERICA!

1...2...3...4...5… America’s grips loosens!

Clearwater: I’ve NEVER seen anything like this!

Remi: This kid is a fanatic! He doesn’t know pain!

Zeke lifts a groggy America up and locks his arms around the champs neck, looking for a Tornado DDT! As Zeke lifts his feet off the ground though, America SLIPS OUT of the grip and reverses the move into an AMERICA FIRST!

Clearwater: AMERICA FIRST! MOVE CONNECTS!

ONE

TWO

KICKOUT! KICKOUT!

Remi: NO WAY! JUST NO FRIGGIN’ WAY!

Clearwater: Unbelievable.

America shakes his head. He inhales a massive gulp of air searching for a clear head as she stagers to his feet and stalks his prey.

Crowd ON THEIR FEET as Zeke staggers, turns and…

TOMBSTONE!

ONE

TWO

KICKOUT!

Clearwater: WHAT?!?

Remi: Brother Zeke WILL NOT DIE.

America slams his fists into the mat with frustration. Ring microphone catches America arguing with Eddie Silk as Zeke staggers back to his feet BEHIND America.

Clearwater: Sister Abigail! Sister Abigail! ZEKE HAS HIM!!!!!!

Remi: REVERSAL!

TOMBSTONE!

ONE

TWO

THREE!!!!!

America snatches his title belt from Eddie Silk’s grasp as Zaigon and the troops help their champion out of the ring.

Jessica kaine: Your winner AND STILL NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION...AMERICA JACKSON!

Jackson gets halfway up the ramp when…

Masuda Jubei arrives. He gleams at..

Masuda Jubei: Brother Zeke! You have confounded the critics! You kicked out of the Critical Flash! I believe you have a great future ahead of you. Which is why I am putting you in a NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS MATCH FOR THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE AT VENDETTA!

The crowd gasps

Masuda Jubei: Oh, and…”you’re welcome”.

Jubei and America’s eye lock as mutual hatred radiates from both men.

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S03/E11 11/02/20 (Complete) Nov 4, 2020 16:23:49 GMT -5 Jason Ryan and ដានីយ៉ែល like this

Post by Adam Dante on Nov 4, 2020 16:23:49 GMT -5

Damon Warrens (c) V Jason Ryan V John Blade

Adilene Floyd: Introducing first, the challenger. Weighing in at two hundred and fifty-one pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts. He is JAHONNNNN BLADEEEE!!!

John Blade’s music begins to play as he walks out on stage. He talks to the cameraman and bounces a little. He holds up his “Never Give Up” logo flag and tosses it to the fans (Who toss it back in disgust). He salutes and runs straight down towards the ring. He bounces off the ropes side to side as he holds up his “Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect” shirt. John takes off his hat and tosses his shirt to the Canadian fans (who toss it back) and hands his Chain to Eddie Silk who shakes his head.

Clearwater: I have to admit, seeing John Blade in a world title match, it’s somewhat unexpected.

Remi: John Blade has been on the books for a while now, he’s a blue-chipper who’s been waiting patiently for his time to arrive. Alpha Pro Wrestling is a company of opportunity, it’s a positive step, even with the fans divided.

Clearwater: John’s a nice guy actually, he’s been a mainstay for the make a wish foundation for years now.

Remi: Not to mention his donations to charities based around the world. I’m happy for the guy, and you never know, maybe this is his--

THE LIGHTS PLUNGE

THE AREA IS BATHED IN CRIMSON

Clearwater: What the fu--

Suddenly A SHAPE appears inside the ring, it is BARELY HUMAN, a demonic force with a twisted, almost carnival-like visage. The shape LIFTS JOHN BLADE UP AND--

Clearwater: Oh my god!

Remi: No...John…

The SHAPE throws John Blade outside the ring, his prone body crashing against the Spanish announce table!

Blood drips from Blade’s mouth as stumbles out of the wreckage!

The lights FLICKER as--

The SHAPE is replaced by JASON RYAN! Now dressed in his biker gimmick!

EMT’s rush to ringside as Jason seems unsure as to what happened. He looks down at the bloody John Blade, who is lowered carefully onto a stretcher. Cautiously, Eddie Silk approaches Ryan and asks if he’s okay to continue, Ryan nods as he begins to compose himself.

Clearwater: Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll keep you up to date with John Blade’s condition as this world title match seemingly continues.

Remi: Who the hell is making this call? The match should be abandoned!

AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP: Masuda Jubei smiles and waves on the EMT’s, pointing at his Rolex as he signals for them to hurry up!

Clearwater: That is one cold son of a bitch.

Remi: Yeah, and now he’s our boss.

With Blade’s gurney and Masuda gone, it’s finally time to welcome the World Heavyweight Champion!

The lights go out as the opening notes of "Judas" by Fozzy plays. Very dim lighting hits the entrance revealing Damon Warrens sitting on his throne of thorns on stage. Beside the throne crouches Jaime Cortez with Damon's signature barbed wire baseball bat in hand. Atop his head sits a matching thorny black crown; his mouth covered by his signature frowning half mask. Red face paint streaks leave his pure white eyes like tears of blood. 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 with Jaime walking in front of him loudly singing the praises of the Nitemare to the crowd.

Adilene Floyd: From San Diego California, by way of Toronto Canada (HUGE CROWD POP), weighing in at 225 pounds ... he is THE DEVIL HIMSELF DAMON WARRENS!"

Damon walks to the right side of the ring. Before he can slide onto the apron Jaime sets down the baseball bat and crouches in front of The Devil Himself.

Remi: Damon may call himself “The devil himself” but whoever that was inside the ring earlier seems to have the market cornered if you ask me.

Clearwater: Yeah, and what is that figure’s connection to Jason Ryan?

Remi: Any news on Blade?

Clearwater: Not yet.

Damon pauses before stepping onto his boyfriend's back in order to climb to the ring apron. He turns to face the crowd before slowly entering through the ropes. Damon stands in the center of the ring and holds his arms out in a crucifix-like pose. He tilts his head back and basks in the red light before reaching for his crown which he removes before giving it to Jaime for safekeeping. The Nitemare removes his jacket and mask and crouches in the corner his blank white eyes staring unnervingly in anticipation of the match.

DING! DING!

Collar and elbow attempt blocked by Ryan who shoves Damon back and locks in a sleeper, Damon lowers his center of gravity, then attempts to roll out of the move but Ryan grabs a handful of Damon’s hair and slams Damon headfirst into the mat.

Ryan with a leaping knee drop that is avoided by Damon who scrambles to his feet and goes for a spine buster, Ryan rakes Damon’s eyes however, and reverses the move into a release German suplex, sending Damon crashing back down to the canvas.

Remi: Ryan in control of these early stages.

Clearwater: He seems stronger, more focused.

Ryan SLAPS the back of Damon’s head, enraging the champ who unleashes a series of blistering rights and lefts as the CROWD ERUPTS OUT OF THEIR SEATS!

Clearwater: Crowd firmly behind Domn here, the man knows how to connect to an audience!

Ryan FIGHTS BACK with machine-gun-like jabs, as Jason regains his lost ground.

Remi: These two have such a storied history it’s hard to tell who has the advantage out there tonight, it’s as if they know each other’s move before they make it!

DDT attempt by Ryan is powered out by Damon, who locks his arms around Ryan’s waist and attempts a bear hug but Ryan powers out, shoving Damon back who instinctively goes for the “Justifiable Homicide” V-Trigger, but Ryan sidesteps the move and hits a Snapdragon suplex. Cover attempt

ONE

TWO

KICKOUT!!!

Ryan lifts Damon up and goes for a chokeslam! But Damon elbows his way out, eventually shaking free after a gut kick and a rake to the eyes. Ryan staggering slightly as Damon hooks the arms for a Lifting double arm DDT but Ryan reverses it into a hatchet suplex and leaps for a diving knee drop across Damon’s throat!

Damon rolls out of the way just in time to see--

Clearwater: it’s John Blade, his ribs are tapped up!

Remi: That crazy bastard is back, the man is double tough!

Blade enters the ring and drops Damon with a flying clothesline! Drops Ryan with another, follows the attack with a “YOU CAN’T SEE ME!” as John sets up a double driving fist drop as--

Damon and Ryan both kip-up, double suplex on Blade, who crashes to the mat!

Damon lifts Blade up for a Double under hook piledriver but is cut off at the pass by Ryan who locks in a crossface on Damon, Damon rolls and reaches desperately out for the ropes as--

Blade locks in a kimura on Jason Ryan! Ryan rolls out of it but Blade HOLDS ON!

Ryan has nowhere to go but Damon delivers a V-trigger to the back of Blade’s bandaged skull, breaking the hold as Damon goes for a quick cover on Blade

ONE

TWO

Ryan leaps back into the fray with a desperation basement dropkick that sends Damon flying, Ryan picks up Blade and attempts to lift him up for a DDT but Blade slips out of the hold as--

Clearwater: Deus Ex Machina! Corkscrew stunner connects!

Remi: Blade is down! Here comes Ryan!

Ryan with a superkick attempt as--

Damon connects with a V-trigger out of nowhere, BUT RYAN WON’T FALL!

Damon is shocked as--

Blade with a BLUE THUNDER BOMB ON DAMON, HE HOOKS THE LEG!

ONE

TWO

Ryan breaks the pin, lifting Damon up for his finisher, but Blade intervenes and goes for a fireman’s carry slam on Ryan! As Blade has Ryan at the apex of his finisher, however, Damon unleashes a vicious rebound V-trigger on Blade that sends Ryan crashing to the outside of the ring! Blade is down as Damon hooks the leg!

ONE

TWO

THREE!!!!

Jessica Kaine: here is your winner...AND STILL ALPHA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, DAMON WARRENS!!!!

Jamie Cortez leaps into the ring and hugs his boyfriend before exchanging a kiss. The Canadian crowd pops for their native son as Jason Leaps back into the ring and CLOTHESLINES BOTH CORTEZ and WARRENS!

Crowd BOOS!

Clearwater: Ryan’s lost it!

THE ARENA is plunged once more into deep CRIMSON!

THE DEVIL RETURNS.

The lights raise…

Jason Ryan is GONE!

Damon and Coretze look on shocked as we cut to the back area. Adam Dante and Masuda Jubei are once more in Dante’s office, they have footage from earlier on tonight. It’s Jason Ryan and “The Demon” that seemingly replaced him. They go through the footage frame by frame. A beaming smile creeps across the malevolent face of Dante as Masuda smiles.

Adam Dante: Never signed an actual devil before. I wonder who we should book him against?

Masuda Juebi: Oh, I have an idea.

A knock on the office door precedes the arrival of hardcore champion Adelaide Ainsworth who enters the office.

Adelaide Ainsworth: Ya cum squirts wanted ta see me?

Masuda Jubei: Why yes, Miss Ainsworth, seems we have a new challenger for your title at the Vendetta PPV.

Addy sees the freeze-frame.

Adelaide Ainsworth: Oh...F--

CUT TO BLACK

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