United You Will Fall

    Damon Warrens sits upon a red velvety chair in his study. On the desk beside him sits a file folder filled with pages. Damon currently holds an ice pack to a bruised area by his jaw; a consequence of going punch for punch with an MMA fighter. In his ears rest his Airpods which are blasting "Opposites Attract" by Paula Abdul. Damon peruses through a paper in his other hand. It is a news article detailing the murder committed by America's father. 

    Damon doesn't notice at first when Jaime walks into the room with a mug of cappuccino in hand; the Nitemare is far too focused on the scandalous details surrounding Harrison James' death. His attention is broken when Jaime places the mug on the desk. Damon takes his Airpods out.


Damon: Gracias mi amor.

Jaime: De nada. Doing some research on your opponents this week?

Damon: No no Jaime. Honestly my opponents concern me about as much as the threats from Twitter.

Jaime: Oh that stupid Twitter ghost...demon.... something. It's probably "The Scourge" Jason Ryan again...

Damon: Honestly I wouldn't be surprised. That or some completely new threat like... "The Purge" Rason Jyan.


    Damon lets out a light chuckle. He reaches for the cappuccino and takes a sip before setting it down.


Damon: Regardless of who it is I know a few things. One they are probably getting a handout. Two I genuinely do not care at all about them. There seems to be a lack of understanding. I called my shot last week. America is the man in my crosshairs. Someone who's actually worked for what they've gotten in APW. Someone who after that brawl has a smidgen of respect from me. Regardless of who this mysterious Tweeter is I just genuinely don't give a fuck. They'll probably appear after a blackout and either threaten me some more or attack me. It's just tired. So whatever... probably will get stuck having to deal with them....


    Jaime just nods as Damon rants before deciding to bring him back to the previous topic.


Jaime: So why America?

Damon: Well I think last week made it very clear that the two of us are on a collision course. It's good to understand your enemies especially those that pose a legitimate threat.

Jaime: So are you concerned at all that you two are teaming together? I mean he's made it clear he wants your title. And you just beat the shit out of each other. Don't you think this is the perfect opportunity for him to strike?

Damon: Would it be? Yes. Will he? I doubt it.

Jaime: How can you be so sure?

Damon: Well I mean he isn't exactly someone with 'The Art of War" level tactical thinking. More importantly though America is a glory hound.... a prize fighter. Attacking me and costing us the titles would be logical to try and get my off my game. The thing is though is America has a mother to support. He can't say no to the increased finances that would come with holding two championships simultaneously. He also has too much of an ego to not want to win those titles. That's where he and I are alike. We both want to etch our name in the annals of APW's history. The pride and glory that comes with two men holding North American, World, and Tag Team Championships.... unbelievable. We would both become gods in this company. 

Jaime: He can't pass that up.

Damon: And he won't. Come Monday night we will cement ourselves as the two greatest wrestlers APW has ever or will ever see. Once that is over then I guess we find out which of us is THE greatest. That is unless management decides to skip what would be the highest profile match they could have.... so I can fight a Twitter ghost and America can fight the Lone Ranger or whatever his name is. 


    Damon takes one last look at the Harrison murder article before setting it aside. He again grabs his mug and takes a sip.


Damon: You know Jaime.... America may not be a murderer like his daddy.... but I have a feeling he and I are about to start a killing spree Monday.


    The Devil Himself raises his mug towards Jaime's and the two clink mugs in an otherwise silent 'cheers' to the upcoming success.



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God bless America.

You know I have to say I'm rather impressed by Mr. Jackson. Anyone else who wanted to gun for The Devil Himself lacked America's boldness.



Smith Jones and Andre Aquarius both talked the talk from a far until they found themselves having to confront me in a match.

Jason Ryan resorted to attacking my defenseless fiancé because he was afraid of trading shots with me before a bell rang.

This new threat who I'm pretty sure is just Jason Ryan again is hiding behind a Twitter handle while doling out threats.



America however... sure he called his shots from the safety of his promos, but when the Devil came knocking and dared him to follow through...

He did. With no hesitancy.



See I can respect that. He could have backed off and played it safe until our eventual headlining match somewhere down the line. Instead he chose to give me what no one else in APW has yet to give... a challenge.

It seems though the true challenge has yet to happen however. This upcoming Metal I find myself having to work alongside the man who slapped me across the face. The man upon whom I rained a downpour of punches. The very man who made his intentions to remove my championship from my possession very clearly known.

What an interesting twist of fate isn't it? Last time we were in each other's company it took almost the ENTIRE company to keep us apart. Now we must work as one.



I know what the APW fans are thinking. America and I are so vastly different from each other.

I have been a successful world champion.

Neither of my parents have ever committed murder.

Also my parents weren't related to each other by blood.

I'm incredibly happy to see Biden taking office.

I am truly free while America is trapped within himself.



The differences are numerous. What I think people underestimate however is just how similar America and I are.

We have both held a world championship in APW.

Both America and myself are vicious fighters.

We both spent time as members of a team led by men who thought they were far superior to us.

We both conquered our respective so called leader to win our world championships.

We both think Jason Ryan is an annoying gnat that needs to be swatted into oblivion.

We both want to cement ourselves as the greatest in APW.



I can very confidently say that although we have a lengthy list of reasons to not get along there is one thing that crosses out every bullet point. See our dislike of each other is certainly evident and strong, but it is miniscule when compared to our shared desire to achieve glory.

Neither the Storm nor the Architects could achieve what America "America Jackson" Jackson and "The Devil Himself" Damon Warrens are about to achieve. We are about to become gods in this company by simultaneously reigning as World Champion, North American Champion ... and as of this Monday... Tag Team Champions.



And nothing stands in our way.

Well I guess that's not entirely fair. Indie Rebellion stands in our way.

So PRACTICALLY NOTHING stands in our way.



Indie Rebellion... genuinely the most disappointing champions that APW has ever had... worse than Jason Ryan. Now you might be thinking... Hey Damon that's not fair they've only just started. .. give them a chance.

You mean like Action Wrestling did? They brought in Mason and Christian and gave them a shot to prove themselves on their cruiserweight show.

They win their debut and get hot-shotted to a number one contendership.... and they fall short.

But you know what they showed some promise....so a tag team title shot is in the cards....and they waste another opportunity.



So then what for Indie Rebellion in AW? Their claim to fame to cause some buzz before an APW debut? Nothing. That's it. The competition became too much for them so they just took their balls and went home to waste away smoking pot and trying to calm their munchies.

The former Genesis Wrestling Tag Team Champions took a step too close to the big time and faded away in the spotlight.

You know I find it funny Christian that you would claim the Schorg Bros choke when it comes to crunch time.... and then went on to choke at the opportunities AW handed to you. There's a reason your existence in AW never mattered.



So after your abysmal outings you thought you could rehab your reputations here in APW... in my kingdom.

You both were lucky...you made your way to APW and just so happened to sign up in the middle of APW's Championship Giveaway event. You also got handed some pretty underwhelming opponents in the Ronin. You were practically gifted the championships. You didn't earn anything.

America and I well... we've earned what we are given. I have run a path of destruction through this roster on two occasions to gain and keep my gold. America has had an iron grip upon his North American championship. We earned our opportunities by disposing of anyone and everyone who ever stood in our way.. including our own teammates.

If I know you two though none of this will faze you even though it really should. You probably don't even know you have a match on Monday you're so high. I imagine your only preparations this week will be to find some "Strain of the Week" that you can vaguely relate to myself and America.... "The Devil's Lettuce".... maybe "American Ganja Warrior".



You're too lost in the smoke to take this seriously. You are about to come face to face with two of the most dominant champions in APW history. Two men who individually could decimate you both. Can you imagine what we could do together?

When you step into the ring with us you find yourselves facing two of the most destructive and evil forces in the world:

The Devil.

And a cisgender white American man.



We may be remnants of former great armies... but we are the remnants that survived and thrived when no one else could.

Divided we may stand...

But united you will fall.