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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E03 "07/01/19" *COMPLETE* Jul 2, 2019 1:16:32 GMT -5

Post by Damian Kaine on Jul 2, 2019 1:16:32 GMT -5

Pre-Show Segment - Lazer Johnson

The Dr. Reemus McCayle Institute.

In the ICU of the Reemus McCayle Institute. Through the viewing window of a room wrapped in a pressurized bubble is Lazer Johnson in an Iron lung. Danni Applegate looks on at the sad sight as a holograph of Dr. Reemus walks up next to her.

Dani Applegate: Doctor, will he be alright?

Dr. Reemus: Unfortunately, Lazer is in a coma. We could not get him stabilized and so he’s in that pressurized room. No one is allowed in or out.

Dani Applegate: But Dr. Reemus, Lazer has so many little fans, they’ll be heart broken. Please, please say that he’ll be OK.

Dr. Reemus: He will but I’m afraid it’ll take a miracle.

In the background, behind their backs, a shadowed figure enters the room and pours a thick liquid into the IV of Lazer which sends him into convulsions and start to flat line.

Dr. Reemus: you have to go. You cant be here.

Dr. Reemus disappears and then reappears in the room, trying to revive Reemus but Reemus just looks up with a sad look and open mouth. And just shakes his head.

July 1st, 2019

Live From: KeyArena, Seattle, Washington

Seating capacity: 17,459

Exclusive to NETFLIX

Welcome to Monday Night Metal!

Cheri Lovett v Road Dawg vs Buck Steele

"Jailbreak" by AC/DC hits the arena and we see Buck Steele walk past the curtain, down the entrance ramp. He stops there for a moment before walking slowly down the aisle towards the ring.

Jessica Kaine: This match is scheduled for one fall… one his way to the ring from Boston, MA… weighing 247 pounds… “The Boston Brawler” Buck Steele!

Once he is at the ringside area he looks to his left and walks up the ring steps to the ring apron. He then walks down the apron and steps through the ropes. Once in the ring he raises his Singapore cane in the air as the fans begin to boo him. He then waits in a corner for the match to start.

Mike Clearwater: Welcome to another Monday night here from all across the world. Streaming on devices known to mankind—

St. Remi: Humankind.

Mike Clearwater: And we begin with several new faces. Including our first fighter, Buck Steele.

St. Remi: The pride of Baw-stuhn Mass.

Mike Clearwater: Steele has already gained a bad reputation around Alpha without ever reaching the ring. Now he has a chance to prove this crowd wrong.

“Rockstar” rockets from the PA System, the lights dim and a spotlight carries up along the ramp to the stage entrance where Chéri Lovett appears from out behind the curtain; paying no mind to the hissing audience with spotted whistles, she saunters to the ring at her own pace, Neil Rocco joining her.

Jessica Kaine: And from Montreal-Québec, Canada… weighing 135 pounds… accompanied by Neil Rocco… Chéri Lovett

St. Remi: Wow! Now that’s talent, right there!

Mike Clearwater: Taken back, eh? Chéri

St. Remi: Shove it—just let me have my moment!

Crossing the pads of ringside, she ascends up the steel steps, and trapezes along the apron before impeding the ring. The middle rope barely exfoliates her deeply arched back. She regathers herself in the ring’s core, soaring a simple finger gesturing motion with a self-assuring grin to one side of the arena, to the dismay of the crowd. As her music commences a fade, she removes her hat, placing it in the official’s hand, and coat, which she tosses freely onto their head, before retreating to her preferred corner performing any last second pre-game stretches before the match is kicked off.

St. Remi: Chéri has quite the background and should prove to be a technical nightmare in the ring.

Mike Clearwater: We’re not even done yet. And you want to pick a favorite?

St. Remi: Forget what the fans want, ma petite chou fleur. This is your stage!

Mike Clearwater: Don’t ahead of yourself—here he comes!

“I’ve Been Everywhere” by Johnny Cash blasts over the arena, followed by the revs of a vessel born of hell. One many say came from the heart of Satan with the blessing of God—because it was too metal to go to either place. That cold-hearted steel of the Road Dawg riding down to the ring. He makes a hard pass by the announce table before dismounting for the ring. His presence garners love from all the fans due to the relentless heat emanating from his opponents. Da Dawg takes his place waiting for the bell to start.

Mike Clearwater: And here we go folks! Chéri ducks strikes from Buck Steele. He swings and swings, tiring himself on a game of whack-a-mole.

St. Remi: More like whack-a-moose… because she’s—

Mike Clearwater: We got it, partner. Road Dawg goes behind Buck Steele, and Chéri has his ankles—team pump handle suplex! That was sweet!

St. Remi: Chéri goes for da Dawg’s legs next! She leaps and drops both of those fancy boots across Road Dawg’s truck nuts… or just the regular ones, I guess. damn.

Chéri goes for another attack, but Road Dawg throws her over his head with a monkey flip. Both get up while Steele recovers by hanging onto the middle rope. Chéri gets to the side for a tight clutch. Da Dawg rears back with devastating headbutt. Chéri lets go and takes a crescent kick for her troubles.

Mike Clearwater: Oh! He never saw Buck steele come dashing off the ropes.

St. Remi: That clothesline took his head off!

1!

2 –

Mike Clearwater: Lovett kicks it up. And hard right from the Boston Brawler.

St. Remi: Chéri needs to get out of there. Let those oafs deal with match. They’re going to tear her apart.

Mike Clearwater: Steele lifts Road Dawg up and drops him into a pretty suplex.

St. Remi: Chéri locks a headlock on Steele—he breaks loose. Mexican standoff!

All three find equidistant spots, staring the other two down.

Mike Clearwater: Here we go! Steele misses the clothesline… snapmare from Road Dawg!

St. Remi: Chéri with a chop block. Steele grabs her from behind—wheelbarrow stunner!
Mike Clearwater: Chéri bomb! And Buck is dead on his feet!

St. Remi: Big dropkick to the Road Dawg! He fell out of the ring!

Mike Clearwater: She grabs Steele for a headlock… now off the ropes—Chéri Picking!

St. Remi: Get it girl!

1!

2!

Mike Clearwater: It’s Road Dawg! He broke up the pin!

St. Remi: No!

Mike Clearwater: Pumphandle slam! And he wants more!

St. Remi: I can’t watch, Mikey… make it stop!
Mike Clearwater: They’re fighting lefts and rights. Chéri won’t do down!

St. Remi: Oh yes! Get him!

Mike Clearwater: She wants that springboard bulldog—Road Dawg reverses! Avalanching powerbomb!

St. Remi: No no no! Don’t let the lights go out!

1!

2!

3!

Jessica Kaine: And your winner… the Roooooooad Daaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwg!

Mike Clearwater: Another one in the books for a man slowly becoming a force in Alpha Pro-Wrestling. What do you think of the determination—

St. Remi: Not now, Mikey. I can’t believe it’s happened.

Mike Clearwater: Like him or not, the Road Dawg is here to stay. And there he goes… riding off like Jake to another fantastic sunset. Stay tuned for more Alpha action coming your way!

Last Edit: Jul 3, 2019 21:20:51 GMT -5 by Adam Dante

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E03 "07/01/19" *COMPLETE* Jul 2, 2019 1:21:31 GMT -5

Post by Damian Kaine on Jul 2, 2019 1:21:31 GMT -5

Big Announcement

Mike Clearwater: Remi, let me tell you something. If APW keeps getting this hot talent, we're going to be close to the top of Pro Wrestling in no time.

St. Remi: As much as I hate to say it, you're right Mikey. The talent levels in Alpha have only gotten better, and truthfully, I think there's nowhere to go but up.

Mike Clearwater: A prime example being the Road Dawg, who is in the early days of a hot streak here in APW, showing promise for the future.

St. Remi: Right you are! We can only be excited about where we go from here! And speaking of new directions, let's take it to Jessica Kaine, in the ring for a special announcement.

The camera cuts to Jessie Kaine, standing in the middle of the ring.

Jessica Kaine: Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in welcoming to the ring, Former UCI World Heavyweight Champion, WCF Television Champion, and current APW trainer: Howard Black!

"Lost Boys" by Death Grips booms through the KeyArena, but is nearly drowned out by the 17,000+ in attendance, all on their feet for the legend in the midst. Howie steps onto the stage and makes his way down to the ring, with a leather briefcase in one hand and a microphone in the other. He climbs to the apron and through the ropes, nodding to Jessica Kaine as she steps out.

Howie Black: So let me be the first to say it feels good to be back in a ring, in a new company, but still in front of the same faces that supported me through my career. *cheers*. Now I want to temper any enthusiasm by starting with this... I’m not here to compete. *crowd boos, Howie smiles.* I know, I know. I’m sorry. But trust me when I say that what I’m here to announce is much bigger than some washed-up star going for a last run. See I’ve been working in the back. Lotta great talent on this roster, lotta great minds pulling the levers and twisting the knobs. But as this company grows, you can’t help but wonder about its potential. And I don’t just mean buy rates or sell outs... I’m wondering how we can kick this up to the next level. And that is why I’m here to unveil *pause* The APW Hardcore Championship.

"New Eden" by Animals as Leaders cuts Black off as Co-Commissioner Jason Zurra wheels out to the stage, two unknown ASU members alongside him. They make their way to the ring, and upon hitting the end of the ramp, one member picks up Jason and carries him in the ring, while the other carries the wheelchair over the ropes. They replace everything and Jason looks defeated already as he brings the microphone up.

Jason Zurra: I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Mr. Black… and I DO mean all due respect, but I just don't think a Hardcore Championship is what APW is really looking for. We are a new corporation. We already have a homicidal, self-proclaimed God running amuck. We just can't afford the damage that hardcore stipulations bring.

Zurra motions down to his wheelchair.

Jason Zurra: Let's just face the music. A title that promotes- nay, ENFORCES a lifestyle as dangerous as it does just isn't worth it. It's nothing but a liability. A lawsuit waiting to happen.

Howie Black : Mister Zurra, with all due respects, I have a couple objections. You’re running a company predicated on modern gladiatorial matches... are you’re worried about liabilities? This is blood sport, man – this is combat! This is about giving the people what they want, and from the sound of it, this is what they want! *cheers*

And I know they’re not alone and I’m not alone because Mister Dante and Miss Ivanova want it too.

Jason Zurra: Look, I don't know about Adam and Irina. They may as well be wildcards. But I'm ALSO a commissioner here in APW, and what I say-

Jason is, too, cut off. This time, by "I Prevail," with APW Owner Adam Dante hitting the stage alongside APW's other Co-Commisioner, Irina Ivanova. The two walk down to the ring and enter, standing on either side of Zurra, both carrying microphones.

Adam Dante: Oh, Jason. Jason, Jason, Jason. It seems to me that you think your decisions overrule mine. Now, we can't have that, now can we?

Dante looks to Irina, both shaking their heads In disapproval.

Irina Ivanova: Oh, Adam! It looks to me like the little man is… CRIPPLED in fear!

She cackles as Jason seems to turn red.

Irina Ivanova: You see, Jason. You may, too, share my title. But do not believe, for any shred of your pathetic time, you have more power than me. When it comes to the booking of this show, I am the queen. And the Queen says OFF with their heads. This hardcore fiasco will take place.

Zurra takes a second to regather his senses before responding.

Jason Zurra: Let's get one thing clear, you witch. You may be in charge of booking, but it's my job to keep our athletes safe. And if something gets in the way of that, I have every right to intervene.

An argument breaks out in the middle of the ring amongst the commissioners. Adam Dante stands aside, a snarky smile on his face as he watches the mayhem unfold, and Howard Black simply slides out of the ring and heads up to the ramp.

The commotion hits a peak when the voice of MNM General Manager Damian Kaine is heard.

Damian Kaine: ENOUGH! THAT IS ENOUGH! ALL OF YOU BE QUIET!

The commotion settles down in the ring as all eyes turn towards Damian.

Damian Kaine: Thank you! Now, Mr. Black, if you will please, hold for a moment. I don't believe you were finished yet. However, before you do continue, I have some things I have to say.

Damian turns his attention to the collection of authority in the ring.

Damian Kaine: First of all, Adam. Let's get something straight. You own APW. You make the big decisions. But everything around you. All of this-

He points to the Monday Night Metal logo on the tron.

Damian Kaine: THIS! Is MY domain. THAT was the agreement.

The crowd pops at the intensity.

Damian Kaine: That said, you're right about this one. I've never been one to turn away from hardcore. Look, Jason. I know your problems with it and I get it. But frankly, this is happening whether you like it or not. There WILL be a Hardcore Championship. Because that's what the fans want. And guess what! We're not waiting until July 21st to find a Hardcore champ! You see. Next week! There won't be a typical Monday Night Metal. Instead, there will be One! Big! Brawl! Any member of the APW roster that wants to be there can be, and the winner at the end of the night will be the inaugural APW Hardcore Champion! Now, Howie. I believe you know how the match works. Why don't you lay it on them?

Howie Black: The match will begin when the first wrestler enters the arena. Falls will count anywhere. There are no disqualifications – no rope breaks – no objects banned – no areas off limits. There will be one winner, and there will be no eliminations. This match will be decided by a simple criteria: who can prove themself to be worthy of the title of Hardcore Champion by the end. You have one week. Now let’s give the people some blood.

The camera then pans to a shot of the Howard Black opening his briefcase and unveiling the APW Hardcore Championship, holding it high above his head as we fade to commercial.

Last Edit: Jul 2, 2019 3:06:32 GMT -5 by Damian Kaine

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E03 "07/01/19" *COMPLETE* Jul 2, 2019 1:25:33 GMT -5

Post by Damian Kaine on Jul 2, 2019 1:25:33 GMT -5

Segment - Odin Balfore

Keanu Reeves Home. LA

The All Father sits in the dark in the living room. His steel grey eyes shine in the darkness. Keanu walks into the room, unaware.

Odin Balfore: Do you think this is a game, Keanu? Do you think you can just sling my name through the mud and think that you’ll just skate free?

Keanu Reeves: This isnt something that you want to do.

Odin Balfore: Yes, yes it is. You stepped into my world when you went on Talk Metal and you told the world that you would go John Wick on me; is that so?

Keanu is un-phased and steady.

Keanu Reeves: Yah, that's so.

Odin nods his head and paws at his mouth before standing up.

Odin Balfore: You speak to me? You threaten me? You insult me. We coulda have been friends. We could have gone on adventures together. I could have used you to train my Thousand Thick-ni Army. Yet here you are. Defiant.

Keanu Reeves: I’m not going to bow to some thug like you, Balfore.

Odin Balfore: That's sad.. For you… Alexia.. Play Despacito.

Alexia chimes on and plays despacito.

Odin picks up a coffee table and whips it at Keanu who flies back over the back of the couch. He kicks the couch forward knocking off balance and revealing a shotgun. Keanu blasts the shotgun from a prone position. Keanu gets to his feet but Odin throws the couch at him, putting Keanu through a wall. Odin steps through the hole as Keanu gets up and the two start fighting hand to hand but they keep countering and blocking each other.

Odin Balfore: This Gun-fu isnt going to save you, Keanu.

Keanu Reeves ( grunting ): Oh yah, well wheres your God like strength?

Odin Balfore: Foolish. I’m like Superman. I could drop your house on your skull but wheres the sport in that?

Keanu Reeves: Fair enough.

Keanu starts battling back against Odin, backing him up into the living room and even kicks him through a glass window into the backyard. Keanu runs, jumps up and just hangs in the air for a moment.

Odin Balfore: He really can do it.

Keanu kicks Odin in the face and knocks him to the edge of a pool. Keanu charges but Odin pops him up and powerbombs him into the pool. Odin grabs him by the head and drags him back into the house and puts him up against a wall.

Odin Balfore: With a little more training, you might have made me want to try. I could snap your neck right now but I won't. Remember this: in wrestling, everything comes back to me. The wrestling world cannot live with its own failures. I am the Apex Alpha in Wrestling and Alpha pro wrestling is no different. If you think their voices matter, that their lives matter, then I’ll see you at the Alpha Showdown and you can see my skill in that ring. The only difference between what you do and what I do is that I don’t need a green screen to massacre a room full of no name scabs; regardless if they had guns or not. In this business, I am inevitable and I WILL be world champion.

Odin throws Keanu to the ground and walks through the back yard.

Odin Balfore: See you around, Reeves. See you real soon.

Last Edit: Jul 2, 2019 2:23:45 GMT -5 by Damian Kaine

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E03 "07/01/19" *COMPLETE* Jul 2, 2019 1:36:31 GMT -5

Post by Damian Kaine on Jul 2, 2019 1:36:31 GMT -5

Phillip Belucci vs. Nick Cannon

Mike Clearwater:Things are heating up already with more new talent to Alpha Wresting.

St. Remi: At this point, isn’t everybody new?

Mike Clearwater: Yes, but another pair of stargazing debuts.

St. Remi: Ah, yeah, Dante and Kaine have been on it with these new signings.

Mike Clearwater: Twitter was hyping both of these guys across many platforms as well. Conversing styles, all to meet in the ring here in Seattle.

Nick Cannon comes on the entrance ramp as the screen goes black and gray. He strikes a crucifixion type pose than slowly walks to the ring.

Jessica Kaine: This match is scheduled for one fall! On his way to the ring from Helena, Montana… weighing in at 245 pounds… “The Fallen Angel” Nick Cannon!

Nick gets in, climbs on the turnbuckle and strikes his signature pose again to a mixed reaction.

Mike Clearwater: He’s new to us, but many out there have seen his work online.

St. Remi: Gotta have that portfolio in today’s biz. We’re not just recruiting bouncers anymore.

Mike Clearwater: Nick Cannon also comes highly remarked too. We’ll see how his brand fairs in Alpha Wrestling.

Black and gold lights shine on the entrance ramp as “Bleed American” by Jimmy Eat World filters through the sound system. Philip Belluci walks on to the stage waving a frayed American Flag with Unnatural spray painted across.

Jessica Kaine: MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING, FIGHTING OUT OF CLEVELAND, OHIO! Weighing in at 210 pounds… “THE AMERICAN UNNATURAL” PHILIP BELLUCI!

Fans rise for Belluci as he enters the ring and sheds his doctored flag. Cannon awaits opposite him, adopting that predator look in those dark eyes.

St. Remi: Go time!

Mike Clearwater: Careful steps from both men.

St. Remi: They’re new to us, but these men have never faced one another before. You can only get so much out of a film session either.

Mike Clearwater: They lock up… and it looks Cannon has control. Working to a headlock.

St. Remi: He’s uses that deadweight between them. Sometimes you just have to be the bigger boy.

A headlock takedown transitions to a swinging arm wrench. Before Phillip can get up, a soccer kick keeps him down. Cannon drops an elbow across the neck.

St. Remi: He goes from behind looking for something bigger, but Belluci is not having it.

Mike Clearwater: Big elbow knocks the wind out of Nick Cannon. Belluci hitting the ropes now.

St. Remi: Cannon ducks—and Phillip comes back on a head of a steam!

Mike Clearwater: Tornado DDT!

1!

2!

Mike Clearwater: Close, but The Fallen Angel powers an arm up in time.

St. Remi: Now Philly can go to work. Let’s see what’s he got left in the chamber.

Mike Clearwater: He grabs an arm… elbow! Knee! Spinning back fist!

St. Remi: What a combination from the American Unnatural! Unleashing a nasty flurry of strikes.

Nick Cannon hobbles towards his original corner with Phillip Belluci on his six. He watches, planning the next strike. Cannon leans an elbow on the turnbuckle padding to catch a breath. Belluci charges.

Mike Clearwater: Cannon moves in time!

St. Remi: That’s all he needs—fireman’s carry—into a spinout cutter!

Mike Clearwater: Returning fire with that excellent move!

1!

2—

Mike Clearwater: Kick out at two, now Cannon is on top. You don’t let a man like him take advantage.

St. Remi: True for any competitor. But few are as calculating as The Fallen Angel. He goes from the side, just wearing Belluci down with a series of pinpointed knees to the ribcage. Those leave you breathless.

Mike Clearwater: I bet. Now what’s this? He has an arm—rainmaker clothesline!

1!

2!

3—

St. Remi: All heart, maybe a bit of adrenaline. Whatever the case, these people are 1000% behind Belluci.

Mike Clearwater: And they have been since he hit the ramp. Cannon has that look again… what’s he thinking?

St. Remi: He wants to kill Phillip Belluci, but you’re not sure how to yet.

Mike Clearwater: Kill him?

St. Remi: Figure of speech, buddy. But you never know when those endorphins kick in exactly what kind of man gets behind the wheel. Either way, he wants to end this match before his momentum dries up.

Belluci fends off a grapple yet looks worse for wear. Fans chant “Bel-lu-ci” to get him back to his feet. Phillip begins clapping with them.

St. Remi: He’s feeling it, Mikey. That’s the spirit rising!

Mike Clearwater: Big shot connects with Cannon’s jaw. Cannon strikes back.

St. Remi: This isn’t wrestling anymore. Winner takes all on the blacktop. Old school brawling with money on the lamp… super kick!

Mike Clearwater:Belluci just got rocked. Is he shaking his head “no?”

St. Remi: Super kick—whoa!

Mike Clearwater: Belluci Irish whips Cannon into the corner. And there he goes, limping as he does… leaping kick!

St. Remi: Bulldog splash!

1!

2!

3 –

Mike Clearwater: Not yet! Oh baby, do we have one heating up tonight!

St. Remi: These two are firecrackers. I can’t believe how much they’ve spent to get here, an impasse with neither man able to even stand up straight.

Mike Clearwater: We are witnessing the birth of rising stars tonight!

Belluci lets Cannon regain himself. Both amp up the crowd while catching their breath. This rare moment of respect deteriorates when Nick goes for a leg, holding it out for a dragon screw. Belluci drops to his hands instead for a mule kick. That reels his opponent enough to go behind for a high-angled back suplex.

Mike Clearwater: Cannon lands like a nuclear bomb… and Belluci locks on “the Unnatural Selection!”

St. Remi: Nick is digging for those ropes but he’s stuck in no man’s land.

Mike Clearwater: Can he hold on?

St. Remi: Reverse and the hold is broken!

Mike Clearwater: Cannon escapes! He hits the ropes!

St. Remi: Hand of god!

Mike Clearwater:: No, wait! Clothesline counter and they're both on the outside apron!

Cannon and Belluci fight on the ring apron as Cannon lifts Belluci up for a apron Blockbuster, but the move is countered at it's apex into a makeshift DDT that sends both men crashing intom the unforgiving apron!

Mike Clearwater: Slobber. Knocker!

St. Remi: Looks like both me are out cold!

Jessica checks with the EMT's . It doesn't look good! Kaine waves her hands as this one is declared...

Mike Clearwater: No contest, both men fought like lions until the end!

St. Remi: This isn't over Clearwater, you can see the fire in each other's eyes, they're gonna want a decisive victor! Book It Irina!

Last Edit: Jul 2, 2019 2:25:36 GMT -5 by Damian Kaine

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E03 "07/01/19" *COMPLETE* Jul 2, 2019 1:46:03 GMT -5

Post by Damian Kaine on Jul 2, 2019 1:46:03 GMT -5

Segment - Smith Jones

The opening riff from ‘Waiting For The End’ by Linkin Park plays, followed by that repeated double piano hit as all of the lights in the arena blast to full white. Smith Jones comes out onto the stage dressed in a shiny white robe with sparkly silver trim. All of the spotlights point at Smith as the rest of the arena now rests in darkness. Jones stops at the top of the ramp and looks out across the crowd as many of them chant "Smitty! Smitty! Smitty!"

Jessica Kaine: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada... weighing in at two hundred twenty-nine pounds... there is only one... SMITH JONES!!!

Smith strides confidently down to ringside. He mounts the steel ring steps and wipes his feet respectfully on the ring apron before parting the ropes and taking centre. Jones turns his back to camera to show off the sparkly silver "1'm" embroidered across his shoulders. He raises his right fist in the air and looks up at it. Smith opens his hand and spreads his fingers out wide as he lets go of everything outside the ring.

Mike Clearwater: Smith Jones is here. After his match last week, I’m not sure if he can be too happy or not.

Smith Jones: Right, now I’m out here for one thing and one thing only…. A fight. I don’t care about last week. I only care about this week and this week I’m here to kick somebody's ass. I am the premier athlete in this company. I am the best tactician in this company. I am the wrestler of the week, of the month, of the year and don’t you worry, I’m right here.. And I’m just getting started. The only question is if there is anyone in the back out there that has the guts and come fight the best this company has to offer. Osbourne can keep the that Junior weight belt, pft. I’m after the Alpha Wrestling Championship. I’m the best. I deserve the best and I challenge anyone out there to PROVE. ME. WRONG

St. Remi: That's a bold challenge by a bold man. Smith Jones looking for revenge, redemption and a chance to prove himself. He wants bigger and better things and truthfully, I believe him. I know he can do it.

Mike Clearwater: I’m right here with you, Remi. I to think that Smith Jones is one of the best. He’s been consistently voted as a top wrestler for the past few weeks. I cant see how he’s not in the running for the absolute best in -

“Killed by Death” hits the PA system.

St. Remi: Whos music is this?

Mike Clearwater: Oh God, please, no.

St. Remi: No, really, who is it?

Lemmy’s vocals kick in as a man and woman appear through a tunnel in the crowd.

Crowd: KILLED BY DEATH! KILLED BY DEATH! KILLED BY DEATH!

The man is very tall, skinny, pale and bony. His hair is black with a neon green streak in the front over his right eye. He’s wearing a black T shirt, black Leather jacket and cut up Jorts. The girl is average weight, skinny too. Her hair is naturally red and is in the same attire as the man.

St. Remi: These fans are going crazy, who is this guy?

Mike Clearwater: The Immortal Coked Up Mad Man… Zombie.. McMorris.. And Ruby Redd.

The crowd gets whipped into a frenzy as ZMAC walks down the stairs and into the arms of the crowd who surf him down to the ring. He and Ruby go over the barrier as ZMAC takes off his jacket and hands it to Ruby while Smith Jones shoots a cold glare into Zombie McMorris, his icy blue eyes fixated on this odd individual before him. He then looks at Ruby, giving her a slow once over with a hint of a smile. Jones’ eyes lock onto those of ZMAC, fire and ice coming into contact and fighting to occupy the same space.

Smith Jones: Sight unseen, I instantly assess you as a valid threat. You’ve got a certain… je ne sais quoi… a swagger of sorts that immediately identifies you as someone that everyone should look out for. Case in point, you have the unfettered audacity to come out here and stand toe to toe with this particular Smith Jones.

Jones takes a step closer to ZMAC, nearly touching the tip of his nose to McMorris’. The intensity of the moment ripples out across the APW faithful here in Seattle. Jones growls.

Smith Jones: If you really are as much of a threat as you appear to be…

Smitty snaps and throws a right hand to Zombie’s face. McMorris retaliates immediately as both men explode into a flurry of fists, elbows, and headbutts! They quickly spill to the ringside floor! Smith shoves Zombie backwards into the ring post.

St. Remi: Smith Jones has lost it, Clearwater! Did you see Zombie’s head ricochet off the steel?

Mike Clearwater: Zombie McMorris of all people is mixing it up with a very frustrated, very aggressive Smith Jones!

Jones ducks in behind ZMAC and goes for the Point of Controversy, but McMorris slips out of it and delivers a spinning backfist to Smith! WHAM!! Jones staggers back. Just then, a wave of zebras, suits, and mall cops floods ringside, trying to separate the two men. Ruby is yelling at the top of her lungs. Zombie breaks through a wall of people and throws a wild haymaker, connecting to the temple of Jones. Smith takes McMorris down with a Flatliner, face first at the bottom of the entrance ramp! BANG!!! Ruby Redd gets a handful of Smith’s hair. Jones spins to hit her, but pulls the strike and grabs her wrist instead, removing her grip from his hair. ZMAC comes up from behind and throws Jones with a German suplex on the entrance ramp!! BOOM!!! More security guards come out from the back and get between the two men and a woman. Jones bounds out into the crowd. McMorris follows! He catches up with Smith, who spins and swings for the fences with a steel folding chair!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!!

St. Remi: Jones continues to repeatedly smash Zombie McMorris with that steel folding chair!! What has gotten into this guy?! Look at the damage to that steel chair as Jones holds it up high for all to see!

Mike Clearwater: Looks like ZMAC enjoys absorbing the pain of those chair shots! Look out, Smitty!!

St. Remi: SPEAR! SPEAR by Zombie McMorris!!! Smith Jones was nearly bisected just then! by that vicious Spear!!

Security swarms and separates the men, dragging Smith Jones to the locker room area through the side curtain and leading Zombie and Redd out through the entranceway. The crowd is losing their minds at this surprise outburst of unprompted violence!

Crowd: LET'S GO, SMITTY!!! KILLED BY DEATH!!! LET'S GO, SMITTY!!! KILLED BY DEATH!!! LET'S GO, SMITTY!!! KILLED BY DEATH!!!

St. Remi: That was unreal! I can’t believe that Zombie McMorris is here in Alpha Pro!

Mike Clearwater: An unexpected and uncontrollable exchange between Smith Jones and--

St. Remi: They’re fighting backstage!

Cut to a shot of McMorris charging in for another Spear, but Jones counters into a DDT on the concrete floor! Both men felt that one! Jones gets up first and heads for McMorris. Zombie instinctively upends Jones with a double leg takedown. He moves to the mount, but Jones quickly switches to the top position and rains down hammerfists. McMorris switches and gains the dominant position, dropping a bucketful of hammerfists of his own! Security gets in the way again and drags both men down the hall in opposite directions.

Last Edit: Jul 2, 2019 1:49:34 GMT -5 by Damian Kaine

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E03 "07/01/19" *COMPLETE* Jul 2, 2019 1:52:38 GMT -5

Post by Damian Kaine on Jul 2, 2019 1:52:38 GMT -5

Haruna Sakazaki and Tsukiko vs. The Canadian Coalition

Mike Clearwater: Welcome back to Monday Night Metal, where Haruna Sakazaki has taken over the ring, awaiting her tag partner, the ever elusive Tsukiko!

St. Remi: And here she come!

Jessica Kaine: From Kyoto, Japan… “The Shimmering Kitsune,” Tsuuuuuuuuukiiiiiiiiiikoooooooo!

With the ring announcer making her official introduction, Tsukiko placed the fox mask back on her head (only it was angled off to the side) and began the walk down to the ring. Along the way, she went about interacting with various members of the crowd. The gentle slapping of hands in the universal high-five. he occasional fist bump. A hug or two. All of these happened along the way as she zig-zagged from one side of the ramp to the other until she reached the ringside area. It was there that she began walking to the steps nearest to her, but came to a stop before she ascended. After taking a moment to look out at the sold-out crowd, Tsukiko slid the fox mask off of her head and turned to those that were in the front row that was closest to her position. It was then that she stepped over to the barricade and handed off her mask to a young fan before darting up the steps and between the ropes into the ring. Both meet at their corner and exchange a quick tapping of mits.

Mike Clearwater: And they face what has been a dominate team thus far in the Canadian Coalition.

St. Remi: Countrymen, and I do hope they’re having a wonderful Canada day.

Mike Clearwater: I’m sure they tilted many Labatt’s—and many more tonight!

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

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

Mike Clearwater: And here they come in all their maple glory. From Yukon to Newfoundland… Happy Canada day to our viewers up north. We love and appreciate your viewership. All blessings to your glorious land!

St. Remi: Get off the Molson there, buddy.

Mike Clearwater: And who’s that in the crowd, but Cincinnati Reds first baseman Joey Votto. All three are shaking his hand—how many more sons of the north are here tonight?

St. Remi: Wherever they are, we welcome them with full spirits.

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

Mike Clearwater: Mercer and Haruna will begin tonight… and there’s the bell!
St. Remi: Quinn going to his arsenal from the start with a massive headlock take down. He’s applying the hold to a big applause.

Mike Clearwater: No bad blood tonight. Just a nice exhibition of Alpha’s rising talent. And with the title pictures coming into play soon, everyone wants to get their positions in place.

St. Remi: Quinn lets her go, and goes for a running leg drop—Haruna rolls to her corner looking winded.

Mike Clearwater: Here comes Tsukiko! Three big chops—but Quinn is hesitant to return the favor.

St. Remi: Ha ha, she’s baiting him to do it. What a gentleman!

Joey Votto stands from his seat, alone as he does, applauding them. Kyle Ryder meets him to talk strategy. Tsukiko gives up and reverts to a headlock with punches, pummeling Mercer Quinn for hesitating. She then whips him into the corner—he leapfrogs and returns right into a judo throw.

St. Remi: Great foot work from the clever kitsune… she is just hard to predict.

Mike Clearwater: Never trust a fox—

St. Remi: Snake… but whatever—Quinn dodges the leaping elbow and has the back clutch… queen suplex!

1!

2!

St. Remi: Was that one for the Queen Herself?

Mike Clearwater: I believe so, as you can see Rick Rage patting his chest.

St. Remi: Touching… Quinn tags in the big boi—here we go!

Mike Clearwater: Tsukiko tags in Haruna. I don’t that tag was mutual at all!

St. Remi: Rage plows them both over like a runaway Zamboni! He’s just getting warmed up!

Joey Votto reemerges from his seat dressed like a Mountie, complete with the hat, and begins amping up the crowd with Kyle Ryder. Triple R goes behind Haruna and delivers a big boy german suplex followed by an equally husky belly-to-belly.

St. Remi: He’s pulling out his woodchuck offense tonight.

Mike Clearwater: Woodchuck?

St. Remi: Big, loud and all power. And because beaver sounds too silly.

Mike Clearwater: Sounds more musky than intimidating… and Haruna goes for the tag—but her partner is still outside the ring!
St. Remi: He’s stomping that leg… get her Rick!

Haruna stands and eats a huge spear from a man almost twice her size. No one loves it more than Joey Votto who’s outside pounding cans of Labatt’s and Molson at the same time. Ryder joins him 3:16 style. Rick then goes for the pin.

1!

2!

3!

Jessica Kaine: And your winners… The Canadian Coalition!

Mike Clearwater: Triple R takes home the Canadian bacon tonight!

St. Remi: A little on the nose, eh, but it was a strong showing by the boys up north. And a stunning defeat of two great talents.

Mike Clearwater: It’s not their night, but perhaps on this wonderful Canada Day… it feels oh so good.

St. Remi: He’s not a canuck, but good enough, bro. We’ll be back in a few.

Rage and Quinn meet with their manager and unexpected new friend, Joey Votto, as all four party to the back like a the four horseman of the Apocalypse—only much nicer. Cut to commercials.

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E03 "07/01/19" *COMPLETE* Jul 2, 2019 1:57:45 GMT -5

Post by Damian Kaine on Jul 2, 2019 1:57:45 GMT -5

Segment - Road Dawg

The camera shows Road Dawg pushing a handcart with 5 or 6 boxes of paperwork through the doors to the executive offices and seeing the bosses executive assistant, he waves her over.

Road Dawg: This is for the plan that bossman has me working on.

Dawg points to two of the boxes.

Road Dawg: he only people that can read any of these are me and the boss, for now. That's the rules for the process to begin.

Dawg points to another two boxes

Road Dawg: And these are for the licensing and custody application, that last box is just info on the project. Let me know when its all filled out and I can hand it back over for the higher up's to look over...

Road Dawg: And tell the bossman to have fun and give me call if he needs something explained or anything

Road Dawg chuckled as he walked out the door leaving the assistant wondering what the hell they were doing that had so much confidential paperwork

Sandy Coconutz vs. Steven Osbourne

Feed returns from break as “Surfin Bird” hits the PA system as Sandy coconutz stumbles out in stage with her dark glasses and over sized sun hat. She has a corona in one hand and a mixed in drink in the other.

Jessica Kaine: This match is scheduled for one fall… first, entering the ring from Honolulu, Hawaii… weighing in at 125 pounds… Sandy Conconutz!

She staggers and skids her way to the ring, cursing and yelling at the fans telling them to quote " shut up" and that " they don't know me. you don't know me, dude." She tries to climb the steps but stumbles forward and falls through the ropes and lays on her back ready to smash or be smashed.

St. Remi: My kinda gal.

Mike Clearwater:: You would… and there she goes into the ring.

They both dodge an oncoming bottle.

St. Remi: Something really familiar about all of that. What happens in Reno doesn’t stay there.

Mike Clearwater:: No worries, partner. Showdown is just around the corner—live from Las Vegas.

St. Remi: Same story, different town. But Sandy isn’t just a slob, she has made herself heard.

Mike Clearwater:: Another talent continuing a starlit career in Alpha Wrestling.

St. Remi: Don’t look now… but things are about to get out of control.

“Fever for the Flavor” by Hot Action Cop begins to play and Steven Osbourne struts through the curtain carrying his trusty address book. He hits on as many women as he can trying to get their numbers as he makes his way to the ring.

Jessica Kaine: And her opponent… from… Sexville, Poulation, You—give me that!

Osbourne: Don’t waste yourself, Jessica. I’ll be right back.

Jessica Kaine: … weighing 200 pounds the… “Sexy Boogey Man Killer” Steven Osbourne.

He climbs to the ropes while Sandy downs the rest of her zombie. Its Azteca glass makes for a fine projectile when she hurls it at the gyrating pinkness of Steven Osbourne.

Mike Clearwater:: Jasmine Silk in her debut show, and she has two biggest class clowns.

St. Remi: Don’t you talk about Sandy that way! She’s an APW treasure!

Mike Clearwater:: Folks, this might take a few moments. I don’t even know Sandy knows there’s even a match.

St. Remi: Jasmine Silk has them in the center—and there’s out bell!

Steven shrugs and goes for an immediate small package roll up. But Sandy Coconutz just keeps rolling with him until both walk away dizzied. He swings but missed extra wide, making him look tanked too. Everyone laughs as the two flail incessantly but to no effect.

St. Remi: That was interesting.

Mike Clearwater:: Osbourne is just measuring up this drunken master.

St. Remi: You got that right. Just when you think she’s messing around, Sandy pulls the rug from under your feet. She’s so crafty even before her morning cerveza.

Steven takes the side, and using his advantage in size, captures her legs into a crucifix pin.

1!

2!

Mike Clearwater:: Ow! Sandy just hit him with a 12 to 6 elbow—right on the noggin!

St. Remi: She’s rolling free—a defibrillator punch, nailing him with both hands.

Mike Clearwater:: Certainly innovative, but she just missed the superkick. Russian leg sweep by Osbourne!

St. Remi: He’s got the cover… they’re rolling around again… like a gator roll, I think.

Mike Clearwater:: We’re getting somewhere now, as it seems Sandy Conconutz is on top.

St. Remi: And Osbourne doesn’t seem to mind either.

Instead of finishing the spider roll-up, Sandy does a double leg drop between the thighs. Steven rolls over clutching himself. He hops toward a turnbuckle to find something hidden in the padding.

Mike Clearwater:: Is he getting some goober out of there?

St. Remi: If he did, our young official missed it.

Mike Clearwater:: Someone check his pockets! He’s armed!

Sandy does a half-assed cartwheel and leaps right into a face full of smelling salt. Fans are not having it, but it went without notice by the newbie official—who now checks on the drunken grappler. Fans get a quick show out of Steven Osbourne before he throws Sandy into a turnbuckle. He hurries her to the second rope to set up a piledriver.

Mike Clearwater:: Here it comes! No!

St. Remi: That’s my girl! She just sat on his face!

Mike Clearwater:: Get the cover!
Sandy Coconutz walks off that little barrage, her vision returning, before hitting the far ropes. She does a little Rick Flair “WOO!” before hitting a sloppy senton. Osbourne stands up and shoves her hard. She pushes back. They start yelling at each other until things break down again.

Mike Clearwater:: Low blow from Coconutz!

St. Remi: Steven just punted her back.

Mike Clearwater:: Wow! To think Jasmine didn’t see either of those.

St. Remi: I don’t know, Mikey. They were pretty sneaky about it.

Mike Clearwater:: Sneaky? Both of those were shots in the piggy bank!

They punch without connecting until Steven Osbourne gets enough space to grab her by the arms. He wrenches her back and hits a neck breaker. He gesticulates to the crowd, but they boo him down. Steven turns around to see starfish’ing spinning wheel kick take his head off. He falls down to all fours, but Sandy Coconutz seems unfazed by it all. She even goads him to attack.

Mike Clearwater:: Steven reaching deep—super kick!

St. Remi: That one went around the world twice!

Mike Clearwater:: Who ho! He goes for a victory roll!

St. Remi: No!

1!

2!

3!

Jessica Kaine: And your winner… Steven Osbourne!

Mike Clearwater:: Oh no… Sandy is still trying to attack him.

St. Remi: She didn’t hear the bell.

Mike Clearwater:: Someone top off her margarita! There’s pandemonium in the ring!

St. Remi: Hit the commercials… Yeah, Metal will be right back.

Last Edit: Jul 2, 2019 8:28:38 GMT -5 by BonnieBlue

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E03 "07/01/19" *COMPLETE* Jul 2, 2019 2:01:54 GMT -5

Post by Damian Kaine on Jul 2, 2019 2:01:54 GMT -5

Spartan Segment

In the blackened KeyArena the Video Wall is the only thing illuminating the arena.

The sound of thunder and a bright flash of lightning echo across the screen, showing a brief silhouette of a man sitting.

*Clap* *Flash*

Another flash to allow another brief silhouette.

*Clap* *Flash*

Another flash to allow another brief silhouette.

*Clap* *Flash*

Another flash to allow another brief silhouette.

*Clap* *Flash*

This time instead of a fade out silhouette, the figure on the screen is illuminated by dull light. He is wearing a black hoodie, with the hood down around his neck and he is in black trunks, showing his hugely defined legs.

“I am Spartan!” he roars

Another clap of thunder. Another flash of lightning and KeyArena goes dark.

Last Edit: Jul 2, 2019 2:02:40 GMT -5 by Damian Kaine

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E03 "07/01/19" *COMPLETE* Jul 2, 2019 2:43:38 GMT -5

Post by Damian Kaine on Jul 2, 2019 2:43:38 GMT -5

Segment - Lazer Johnson

The lights go out. Dark red and blue lasers strobe across the arena “Devastation” by Jim Johnson hits the PA system.

Mike Clearwater: I dunno, whos music is this?

St. Remi: I’m not sure but this music is creepy.

Mike Clearwater: I think some of the kids are starting to cry.

St. Remi: Whos this guy coming down to the ring.

Mike Clearwater: I dunno but he’s sneering and shouting at the kids.

The man laughs, shouts and mocks the kids for hiding and crying.He gets into the ring, gets on the turnbuckle and continues to mock the children

He gets a microphone and adresses the crowd.

Man: Look at all of you. Crying and hiding. You all make me sick

St. Remi: Did he just spit at a child; I think he just spat on a child.

Man: All you disgusting, gross, boogery, cuddie infested little snots. Look at this one, have you seen an ever bigger poopie-head in your life? Whats that on your hand, is that a Lazer Blazer ring? HA! Do you know where Lazer is? He’s on a farm, where he can frolic and run and skip and ROT in the ground and be EATEN BY WORMS!

The crowd boos as the man causes the kids to cry.

Man: MY NAME IS BLACK MIRROR AND I JUST KILLED YOUR HERO.

ZIP ZAP, ZOW ZOW

AHAHAHAHAHAHA

And no amount of Pew’ing and pow’ing and finger lazer’ing can bring him back. Try all you want.

Crowd: PEW PEW POW POW - PEW PEW POW POW

Black Mirror: He’s dead. Dead. DEEADDD!!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Crows: PEW PEW - POW POW - PEW PEW - POW POW

Black Mirror mocks them with the ‘shocker’ hand symbol and shoots it like a gun.

Black Mirror: ZIP ZAP ZOW ZOW. Get used to it. Lazer Blazer is never coming back. He’s NEVER. EVER. COMING BACK. He’s DEAD! JUST LIKE FIDO, JUST LIKE MITTENS, JUST LIKE MEMO THE FISH, JUST LIKE TWEETY THE BIRD AND JUST LIKE GRANDMA. ESPECIALLY JUST LIKE GRANDMA. AHAHAHAHAHAHA.

The kids continue to cry. The crowd continues to boo and some asshole teens cheer.

Asshole teens: ZIP ZAP ZOW ZOW

Black Mirror: That's right. I’m your Lazer now. Dead and gone and buried is the Lazer Brigade. Now, in its ashes rises the Black Mirror Masters! Get used to it, you snot nosed, little pukes.. Oh.. and by the way.. Santas not real. He’s dead too. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

ZIP ZAP ZOW ZOW

St. Remi: This mother fuc-

:: cut to commercial ::

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E03 "07/01/19" *COMPLETE* Jul 2, 2019 2:50:02 GMT -5

Post by Damian Kaine on Jul 2, 2019 2:50:02 GMT -5

Trent Page vs. Lucy Sixx

Jessica Kaine: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall!

The lights in the arena go out as Looks that Kill begins blaring throughout the arena. Lucy Sixx steps out from behind the curtain. She stops at the top of the ramp to head bang a bit before walking briskly to the ring.

Jessica Kaine: Coming to the ring first, standing five feet, four inches tall. Hailing from Los Angeles, California, Lucy Sixx!

She slides into the ring and awaits her opponent, a mischievous smile on her face. The music dies, and is replaced by the violent, abusive sound of “Violent Revolution” Trent Page steps out onto the entrance stage to a chorus of boos. He glares at the angry crowd, and throws his fist in the air.

Jessica Kaine: And her opponent, standing six feet tall. Hailing from Trenton, New Jersey, Trent Page!

Page marches down to the ring, but before he can even get in the ring, Lucy dives through the ropes in a suicide dive, taking them both to the concrete. The music stops and the lights come up, as the fans erupt.

St. Remi: Lucy doesn’t want to wait for this match to start!

Mike Clearwater: Not surprised. I was talking to Lucy this week, and I know she was not happy about some of the things Trent had to say.

Lucy lays into Trent with several right hands, before dragging him to his feet, and rolling him under the bottom rope. She slides in after, and the ref signals for the bell to ring. She goes to dive on Trent again, but he’s on his knees now, and beats her to it, returning the right hands. Trent then lifts Lucy up, and tosses her into the corner. He hits her with a few back elbows to the jaw, before pulling off his leather jacket, and tossing it on the ground.

Mike Clearwater:Page fired up here. I’m starting to think jumping him before the bell may have been a bad move.

St. Remi: It only seems to have pissed him off.

Mike Clearwater: Let’s not forget that the referee for this match is the same referee who stopped the match Trent’s first week, and pulled him off Masuda last week. That can’t help his mood.

Trent whips Lucy across the ring into the other corner, and hits her with a running dropkick. She stumbles out of the corner, and collapses to the mat. Trent covers her.

...1!

...2!

...No! Lucy kicks out. Trent wastes no time picking her up, and lifting her into a stalling suplex position. He holds his hand out, taunting the woman, but this gives her enough time to recover, and rake his eyes. He drops her on the ground, and grabs his face, allowing her to hit him with a step up enziguri.

Mike Clearwater: Trent dropping his guard. Not for long, but just long enough to get hit with the Sixx 6 Six!

St. Remi: Not a smart move when you’re in the ring with an undefeated opponent.

Trent hits the ground, and Lucy covers him.

...1!

...2!

...No! Trent kicks out! Lucy pops up and walks over to the corner. She pops up onto the second rope, but before she can jump again, Trent grabs her from behind, and flings her backward in a nasty looking german suplex.

St. Remi: going for the Metal Inquisition to finish it, but Trent saw it and countered by dumping Lucy on her head!

Page capitalizes, and locks Lucy in a dragon sleeper. With a little struggling, he grapevines her waist, and locks in the submission.

St. Remi: O.W.H.H. applied! Lucy is in serious trouble now!

Trent wrenches back on her neck, as she flails and grasps for the bottom rope. Page screams for her to tap out, and it looks like she might. She makes one last grasp, and manages to get her fingers around the rope. The ref counts to four before Trent lets go of the hold. He admonishes Page, who shoves him out of the way.

Mike Clearwater: Page better be careful here. He’s going to get himself disqualified.

Trent waits for Lucy to get to her knees, before bouncing off the ropes, and hitting her with a vicious Shining Wizard.

St. Remi: Sic Semper Tyrannis!

Trent doesn’t pin Lucy. Instead, choosing to pick her up, and lifts her up in a stalling butterfly suplex. After a few moments, he falls back, and drops her on her head.

Mike Clearwater: and the revolution song!

...1!

...2!

...3!

The bell rings, and Trent gets to his feet. Instead of celebrating, he immediately demands a microphone. Once he gets one, he starts shouting into it.

Trent Page: GIVE ME MASUDA! GIVE ME MASUDA!

He drops down and starts hitting Lucy Sixx with the microphone, screaming for Masuda Jubei between each strike. The referee eventually dives on him to stop it, but Trent just turns his anger on him, hitting him over and over with the microphone. He opens the man up, spilling crimson on the mat before a group of other refs pull Trent off the man.

Mike Clearwater: This is way too far! Trent Page needs to be stopped!

St. Remi: This is wrestling! What do you want him to do? Have a tea party?

Trent is dragged to the back, as the crowd throws garbage at hi, and the EMTs tend to both Eddie Silk and Lucy Sixx.

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E03 "07/01/19" *COMPLETE* Jul 2, 2019 8:30:47 GMT -5 via mobile

Post by BonnieBlue on Jul 2, 2019 8:30:47 GMT -5

Smith Jones vs Dean Wolf

The opening riff from ‘Waiting For The End’ by Linkin Park plays, followed by that repeated double piano hit as all of the lights in the arena blast to full white. Smith Jones comes out onto the stage dressed in a shiny white robe with sparkly silver trim. All of the spotlights point at Smith as the rest of the arena now rests in darkness. Jones stops at the top of the ramp and looks out across the crowd as many of them chant "Smitty! Smitty! Smitty!"

Ring Announcer Jessica Kaine: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada... weighing in at two hundred twenty-nine pounds... there is only one... SMITH JONES!!!

Smith strides confidently down to ringside. He mounts the steel ring steps and wipes his feet respectfully on the ring apron before parting the ropes and taking centre. Jones turns his back to camera to show off the sparkly silver "1'm" embroidered across his shoulders. He raises his right fist in the air and looks up at it. Smith opens his hand and spreads his fingers out wide as he lets go of everything outside the ring and focuses on the fight in front of him. Jones removes his robe and hands it to ringside before stretching up for the match.

St. Remi: Do you think Smith is still paranoid that Odin is going to get involved again?

Clearwater: He needs to focus on this match with an angry Dean Wolf.

St. Remi: Would you say he is a big bad Wolf?

Clearwater rolls his eyes.

”SO SEEK THE WOLF IN THYSELF!”

Dean Wolf marches out to the ring like Steve Austin, not stopping to pose. When he enters the ring, he walks to every side of the ring holding up his right arm, which has his favorite saying tattooed in old English lettering on it: “Seek the wolf in thyself."

St. Remi: Dean Wolf has to be feeling that brutal contest with Lucy Sixx last week.

Clearwater: Yeah, but he knows to put it behind him and focus on Smith. The ref calls for the bell and we are underway. The two men lock up as Smith locks in a hammerlock. Wolf battles out and irish whips Smith into the ropes. Dean twirls around but Smith sees the Kill coming and slides out of the ring. He points to his head as if to tell Dean he is smarter than that. Jones slides back into the ring. He kicks Wolf in the gut and hits a snap suplex. He taunts a bit before attempting a leg drop. Wolf moves out of the way and sizes Jones up. He runs at Jones for a spear but Jones does an Ole bull fighter maneuver sending Wolf into the post. He does a quick roll up.

1...
2...
NO!

Wolf kicks out as Jones laughs looking at Wolf who helps himself up with the ropes. Smith runs at Wolf but Wolf explodes off the ropes with a devastating spear. He is running so fast that he and Jones both fall out of the ring.

St. Remi: What a spear, Wolf bro!

Clearwater: Neither competitor is moving. Who will get up first?

1...
2...
3...
4...
5...

Wolf is the first to stir as he lifts Smith to his feet, seemingly wanting to pin or submit his adversary. Wolf goes for a kick but Smith traps his leg. He hoists Wolf up and T Bone suplexes him onto the apron. The refs count continues.

6...
7...
8...
9...

Wolf slides in and Smith barely beats the 10 count as the match continues.

Remi: A lot of damage being done here in a short amount of time! How much more can these dudes dish out?

Clearwater: How much can they take? Wolf with a European uppercut that spins Jones clean around! Jones shakes it off and answers back with a forearm smash!

Remi: Smith Jones looking to make good on that promise earlier this week to unleash hell on Wolf -- and if anyone knows about Hell, bro…

Clearwater: Gutwrench suplex! Jones nearly sent Wolf THROUGH the canvas with that one! Dean Wolf rolls to the outside before Jones can capitalize, though. A frustrated Smith Jones pacing near the ropes, urging Dean Wolf to get up…

Remi: Looks like Jones is done waiting! He drops to the outside and hauls Wolf to his feet -- then whips him against the guardrail! This crowd is absolutely electric! This is the Smith Jones they came to see!

Clearwater: Jones going for another whip -- REVERSAL! Wolf sends Smitty crashing into the ring apron!

Remi: Dude, you could feel the impact from here! The ref warning both competitors to get back in and this time Wolf is all too eager to comply As he rolls Jones under the ropes and climbs up after him.

Clearwater: A strong back elbow from Jones nearly sends Wolf back to the mats, but Dean hangs on! He vaults over the ropes in a sudden burst of motion and starts after Smitty with a flurry of fists!

Remi: Jones trying to fight back, but he's favoring one shoulder. That impact against the ring can't have been good for him! Wolf taking a few steps back now, and I think we know what's coming!

Clearwater: We do now! Running knee lift!

Remi: Easy Prey! Jones is staggered and it's time for this hunter to finish him off! Here comes the Kill!

Clearwater: Discus clothesline! Already off balance, Smitty hits the canvas hard! Wolf wastes no time rolling him up!

ONE . . .

TWO . . .

THREE ! ! !

Jessica Kaine: And your winner…. DEAN WOLF!!!!

Metallica's "Of Wolf and Man" hits the speakers as the ref raises Wolf's hand to a big pop from the fans.

Remi: He's done it! Dean Wolf claims victory here tonight on Monday Night Metal!

Clearwater: A hard fought battle both men can be proud of, but Wolf's focus is elsewhere! That steely glare is fixed on the stage, where commissioner and head booker Irina Ivanova is giving him a slow clap. These two have been at odds since last week, when Wolf took exception to Miss Ivanova's characterization of his promo, and he's made no secret how he feels about her.

Remi: Dude ought to watch it with the boss lady. I hear… things about her.

Clearwater: Regardless, Remi, the future can only hold more contention between these two.

Last Edit: Jul 2, 2019 13:18:21 GMT -5 by BonnieBlue

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E03 "07/01/19" *COMPLETE* Jul 2, 2019 13:21:27 GMT -5 via mobile

Post by BonnieBlue on Jul 2, 2019 13:21:27 GMT -5

Crackdown with Jack "The Crack" Schlongson

A hush falls over the arena as the hard camera captures a shot of the ring with a few stools, a sign between the two stools that reads "Eat Ass, Its Good For You" and a black velvet over the ring canvas. "The Crack Down" banner looms over head as a smattering a jeers and heckling emanates from the audience. For a few moments the fleeting silence remains until the arena is enveloped in a rainbow centric light show as "Technicolor Shades" by YourEnigma is blasted through the sound system. The lighting pulsing along with the build of the music until it finally bursts forth in an explosion of synth. Jack Schlongson runs out from behind the curtain, matching the energy of the song, gesturing to his own important as he makes his way to the ring, waving sarcastically to the crowd. He makes his way down the entrance ramp and up the ring steps. He takes a second to peer out towards the heavily critical crowd before slipping between the top and middle rope. He walks over to the other side of the ring and gestures for a microphone. Once given one he makes his way to the center of the ring.

Jack "The Crack" Schlongson: It is good to be back!

The crowd erupts with negativity as Jack just rolls his eyes.

Jack "The Crack" Schlongson: Its been a couple of weeks, and most of that was due to a dispute over the name of the show and an attempt to chance it... which...

Jack turns to look behind him and peers up at the dangling banner overhead.

Jack "The Crack" Schlongson: I didn't win...

Jack turns to face hard camera side yet again.

Jack "The Crack" Schlongson: But I will not let that deter me! This show was started in the name of presenting the true rising stars of the company, and sure we could talk about that show by whats-her-face that no one watches, and how she decides to over shadow the talent with special guests, but I AM A PROFESSIONAL! I refuse to cast shade on a show that technically started after mine, and I refuse to be petty and bring up the fact that being a guest on my show is a far harder and a more exclusive honor. I. AM. A. PROFESSIONAL! There is no reason for me to try and start a feud with someone who I don't think has ever actually spent more than a minute inside this very ring! It would be highly suspect of me to try and prod at someone who I am clearly superior to. I mean, I am a former multi-title holding champion and have competed in a number of companies, she has not. Trying to bring up beef would be silly on my part, because I... Am... A... Professional. So, instead of sinking beneath my level, I would like to introduce my guest for the evening. A man who has already made a name for himself in the short time this company has been around by working his way through some of the best talent we have to offer and still managing to come out on top. Most recently, he made an appearance on...some show I forget the name of, and made a bold declaration to become the first World champion for the company, and since then I have been BEGGING to have him on the show. Without further to do, ladies and gentlemen; BRAXTON LOCUS!

"Less Sex" by Daughters builds with a static swell and a light instrumentation until a sudden snare halts the static and "Braxton Lucas" cuts onto the Titantron. Braxton steps out from behind the curtain with a zipped up jacket a small burlap bag over his head.
Slowly he walks down to the ring as the song continues on with it's melancholic tone. He ascends the steel steps and along the apron of the before reaching the middle and turning to face the crowd. As the song strikes its sour screeches, Braxton rips off the bag and assaults the camera with an unflinching stare before stepping between the ropes and into the center of the ring. Jack shakes Braxton's hand and gives him his own microphone before the two of them take their respective seats. As Braxton makes himself comfortable, he unzips his jacket to reveal a t-shirt that reads "No Gods, No Champions".

Jack 'The Crack" Schlongson: So, Mi-

Braxton Locus: First things first, Jack. I have to ask. Do you take my seriously? Do I come off as a serious figure or some kind of comedy act for the audience and the 'boys' in the back to laugh at.

Jack immediately becomes flustered, clearly confused by the question and its suddenness.

Jack "The Crack" Schlongson: I... I have no idea what you mean.

Braxton Locus: On Talk Metal, I came out and made a very serious statement. I told the world that I was planning on winning that APW World Heavy Weight Title and I was going to hold it hostage, and my only demand would be better competition, but since then I have heard nothing about it. The locker room might as well be filled with static and white noise for all it matters, because while everyone else on that appeared that night was just looking on getting their time in, filling up space, I was the only one going in their with a real purpose. Ay-Pe-Double-U, I came here in search of a thrill, and despite fighting in the main event multiple times, I haven't come close to one yet, and its really starting to bother me, but I think I know whats wrong.

Braxton gets up from his seat and begins to pace back and forth across the ring almost in a manic frenzy, but Jack, curious to where this was going, didn't make an attempt to stop him, but instead watched what seemed to be a anxious lion moving back and forth in front of him.

Braxton Locus: I've given a good deep look and the one thing I keep seeing is 'things' holding everyone back. Just look around, some crutch or shield for every member of the roster, and its depriving me of what I am really looking for. Take Lucy Sixx for example, she claims to fight for her family, to use that as motivation to get better and work harder, but I'm not so sure. Maybe more sober, more honest, and more motivated, but nothing holds people back more than family. Its hard to be a good mother when you've injured yourself, and that, above all else, sinks deep into the subconscious. Not disparaging Mrs. Sixx's work, but it just means that so few people here have a chance of ascending to my level. To let go of their inhibitions and toss themselves into it with reckless abandon, only the result in mind. Paper dolls and fragile toys, thats what the locker room is fill with! Its boring me to tears!

Jack "The Crack" Schlongson: So, why hold the title hostage?

Braxton gives a big smile to Jack and taps his temple as if to say 'now we're getting to the good part'. He throws one of his arms in the air dramatically, his words projected forth with magnitude and manicness.

Braxton Locus: Because they are all SO obsessed with it! So goal oriented that its always talks of 'titles titles titles' and not enough of competition. If I hold that gold monstrosity for ransom, then suddenly I have drawn the ire of the entire mob, and when I control the object of their obsession, suddenly it becomes my kind of game. The Odin's, The Sixx's, The Son's, The Jones', they have to change their game up to get what they really want. I essentially BECOME the market!

Braxton gives a sigh as he plops back down onto his seat. He takes a moment to regain his composure as he stares at the framed sign between the two of them.

Braxton Locus: ...I like that... I think I'm going to take it when I leave.

Jack "The Crack" Schlongson: Umm, sure. I have to ask, Mister...Badmoon?

Braxton Locus: Yeah?

Jack "The Crack" Schlongson: With all this in mind, do you have any big plans with the upcoming pay-per-view?

Braxton shrugs.

Braxton Locus: Eh... We'll see, haha.

Jack laughs as he changes his glance from Braxton to the hard camera

Jack "The Crack" Schlongson: Well, ladies and gentlemen, that's all the time we have, unfortunately, but safe to say I'm more than hot and bothered over picturing how the title scene is going to unfold after the Pay-Per-View. Be sure to check in next week, huns. Until then, remember that this is the only good talk show on APW!

"Technicolor Shades" by Yourenigma plays as Braxton stands up and begins unfastening the framed sign from the stand and the screen transitions to the next segment.

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E03 "07/01/19" *COMPLETE* Jul 2, 2019 13:51:00 GMT -5 via mobile

Post by BonnieBlue on Jul 2, 2019 13:51:00 GMT -5

MAIN EVENT
Masuda Jubei vs Nyeo Son

The arena brightens almost white as “Libra” by MUCC plays. Masuda Jubei emerges from a burst of fog wearing a white embroidered towel over his head. He walks down the ramp to the slow, almost dark-sounding rap until the music hits a poppy section. At which Jubei unveils his towel and finds the nearest child to drape it over in a calm yet menacing way. After a playful slap to the squirt’s cheek, he hops onto the apron and enters through the middle rope. Lights lower to normal with Jubei waiting intently for the bout to beign.

St. Remi: Jubei has been on a horrific tear through the roster, dude.

Clearwater: He will get everything he wants and more tonight though.

The slow, techno beats of Burning up by BTS stars, accompanied by dark, slow-motion footage of a rave on the titantron and multicolored strobelights.

It all stops as a voice speaks a single word in korean.

“Bultaoreune”

The area explodes into a cascade of red and white to reveal Nyeo Son on the ramp, arms outstretched and with a smirk on his face.

He makes his way to the ring, his body swaying in time to the music, his coat and gloves catching the light and making him shine like a lonesome star in the otherwise dark arena.

He rolls into the ring and stares down the hard camera as he leans over the ropes, licking his lips with a smirk before casually arching back until he is lying on his back on the mat, the camera switches to show him straight from above as he gestures it closer, a hungry look on his face before the the lights go out once more.

Clearwater: The man known as the Redheaded Slut is proudly making a name for himself here.

St. Remi: Last time I saw someone so proud to be a slut I interviewed... Nevermind..

The bell rings as the two wrestlers go face to face. Nyeo hits a quick punch to the throat as Jubei rocks back. Nyeo hits the ropes and bounces back hitting a huge headbutt rocking Nyeo. Nyeo falls to the mat as Jubei stands over him. Jubei attempts to lift Nyeo up. Nyeo uses his quickness to roll Jubei up.

1...
NO!

Jubei quickly kicks out. Jubei keeps ahold of Nyeo's arm and applies a cross armbar. Nyeo writhes in pain as the ref checks in on him. Jubei cranks on the hold as Nyeo fights more. Nyeo grabs the rope but Jubei doesn't break the hold. The referee begins his count.

1...
2...
3...
4...

Jubei breaks the hold as Nyeo rolls out of the ring holding his arm. Jubei jumps attempting a suicide dive but Nyeo uses Jubei's own weight against him sending him through the barricade. The barricade gives way and breaks as Jubei falls through it. The fans begin chanting "HOLY SHIT!" and "APW" as Nyeo slides into the ring and the referee begins his count.

1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
6...
7...
8...
9...

Jubei gets to his feet and slides in barely beating the count.

Clearwater: Rarely have we seen two men so determined to annihilate each other! Nyeo with a scorpion kick -- but Jubei avoids it!

Jubei shaking his head at Nyeo, waggling one finger in a warning taunt.

Remi: Jubei isn't even worried, bro. He takes that much punishment just for fun. Nyeo's gonna have to step it up in this main event!

Clearwater: I think he just realized that! Nyeo launching a rapid fire attack with a series of tae kwon do inspired kicks!

Remi: Jubei backs off under the onslaught, and comes back with a single kick of his own to the back of Nyeo Son's leg! Son goes down on one knee!

Clearwater: Jubei isn't done yet! Enzuigiri!

Remi: DAMN, BRO! They heard that all the way in Seoul! Nyeo trying to rally back, but Masuda isn't giving him the chance! He's got a hand around Son's throat and he's lifting him up!

Clearwater: And right into a backbreaker! WANI! Looks like Nyeo might be finished here!

Remi: He absolutely is, my dude! And Jubei knows it, signaling for that Masuda Driver! Here it comes!

WHAM!

Clearwater: This is it! That pin is just a formality now!

ONE ...

TWO ...

THREE !!!

"Libra" by MUCC hits the speakers, and Jubei celebrates his victory in the ring as medics check on his opponent.

Remi: That was one hell of a main event -- we can only imagine what next week has in store! Don't miss Monday Night Metal, only on Netflix!

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