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Gods of Wrestling: Ragnarök Mar 24, 2021 19:53:51 GMT -5 ដានីយ៉ែល likes this

Post by Jubei on Mar 24, 2021 19:53:51 GMT -5

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[smear:#abcef5]Opening shots of Zaigon, Damon and America Jackson…

Flashing red on the blood shed during various matches…

Close up of the demented, red visage of a frenzied Damon Warrens…

Masuda in loaded onto a stretcher…

Jaime stands behind his lover, shaken to his core…

Harvey and Kayby have several exchanges during their match…

America and Chase throwing each other about the ring with ferocity…

A final shot of Zaigon Carter, America Jackson and Damon Warrens split three ways,

Each one of them marching towards the grandest prize in APW History…

There’s a final cut screen of the APW Championship and the American Title with lightning bolts…[/smear:#d0331f:0]

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The Tokyo Dome comes alive with blue and silver lights strobing the entire arena. An international fan base has come out in full force for what is poised to be the last hurrah of a gran venture. Not a man, woman or child sits during the final ovation for the Mike Clearwater and Jonah St. Remington. They are gods among the people as each enters the ring with laptops and other ringside essentials—including their drinks of choice: Remi’s Powerade and Mikey’s diet soda—while playing up the fans around them.

The lights show at the Alpha-tron where large explosions kick off an impressive display of fire, sparks and other elements reminiscent of the bowels of hell. It grows to an epic crescendo before a large explosion hails out the surprisingly powerful gait of one Dani Applegate dressed to the nines. She enters the ring at Gods of wrestling carrying a clipboard whilst donning her best pair of specs.

Mike Clearwater: Welcome to Gods of Wrestling!

St. Remi: Quiet bro, Dani’s gonna say something!

She gets a mic, and after waiting for the crowd to get back to their seats, begins her address.

Dani Applegate: It seems that we’re at the final crossroads of Alpha Pro-Wrestling. Your APW, love it or hate it, is going away good friends. We realize this will not be an easy pill to swallow. I’m not taking it well either. APW has been my home for almost two years now… and I don’t know where else I’d rather be than with all of you in this grand moment.
Her words choke for a momentary lapse in the professional veil of journalism. Fans begin clapping for her, which only serves to make her eyes well up more than previously had. Dani regains composure on a minute later with what appears to be a docket in hand.

Dani Applegate: We still have a great show tonight. Titles will be decided. Heroes with triumph. And Gods shall rise… but not before we get to the matter on all of your minds: Where is Masuda Jubei?

Fans boo that out of memory.

Dani Applegate: Due to complications of his neck injury last week, Mr. Masuda remains in a Yokohama hospital. So by his personal decrees, I am to be his replacement during any time or turmoil.

Fans burst into elation. Dani welcomes the praise but also looks visibly shaken by this sacred charge.

Dani Applegate: Knowing a show of this grandeur and such magnitude, well, it required more than what I could do all myself in one night. So at this time, I want to thank all of ring crew in front and behind that curtain. All of them are the living, breathing body of this wonderful company. I will miss greeting them every day. Getting to chat about production during the show meetings. Makeup. Wardrobe. Every one of them is and will forever be in my heart.

Fans belt out a chant of “Thank you Dan-i!” with syncopated claps.

Dani Applegate: What am I saying—APW is all our homes! From day 1 we were on the map as a new promotion. One not caught in the riffraff of business… but that changed when Adam Dante sank his talons into Alpha Pro-Wrestling. Then he passed his tyrant’s rule onto Irina, then Ned, and finally, Masuda Jubei—arguably the worst of them all.

His name brings the entire audience to a growing moment of rage and grief. Although the overall sentiment across the board is incredibly positive by comparison.

Dani Applegate: Listen. The tyrants are dead or long on the run. They’re never coming back! Which means this can be our APW once again. So why don’t spend every dollar of the budget. Let’s bring the whole damn Tokyo Dome down with our voices tonight. And with that… there’s no other place I’d rather be than here, with you all, between these blue and gray ropes one. More. Time!

She raises the microphone as a Blue, silver and white streamers explode from confetti cannons.

Dani Applegate: I’ve come to realize that what makes this business as good as it can be—it’s the people that make it work. Something Masuda Jubei never allowed. Something Adam Dante suppressed because it was scared to compromise. Well I can—so I have someone to help me make tonight to make everything run as we should have all those months ago.

She turns towards the entrance ramp when “New Eden” hits with a great crescendo.

Mike Clearwater: It’s Jason Zurra! One of the original owners!

St. Remi: Oh man! Jubei’s blood must be boiling!

Zurra adores the applause as fans reach out to touch his aura. He wastes no time at the apron, meeting Dani at about an arm’s length. They shake hands. Fans shower their exit from the ring in streamers of all colors. It is glorious.

Mike Clearwater: So there you have it folks, one more for the books.

St. Remi: And no one but the heart of APW to keep it beating.

Mike Clearwater: Like us, Dani Applegate has been here since the moment we opened. I for one am excited to get this show going!

St. Remi: Same bro, but what about the GM?

Mike Clearwater: Ancient news, Jonah. Didn’t you hear? This show—one of the greatest in APW history—is Dani’s night. And unlike Masuda Jubei, she is going to do what’s best for this show and its fans!

St. Remi: Yeah, you’re right! Let’s do this one more time, Mikey-boy!

Mike Clearwater: Hell yeah!

They come onto screen long enough for those at home to see them shaking at the wrists like brothers. Read, flooding eyes show such passion for the brand both men defended from the headset. Remi holds a tighter, almost loving grip as both men suddenly embrace like brothers. They break away bewildered.

St. Remi: Huge show tonight!

Mike Clearwater: All titles are on the line!

St. Remi: No Championship is safe! No Champion is safe! This the end of an era!

Mike Clearwater: Wlecome to end… Welcome to Ragnarok!

Last Edit: Mar 24, 2021 19:55:09 GMT -5 by Jubei

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Gods of Wrestling: Ragnarök Mar 24, 2021 19:59:21 GMT -5 ដានីយ៉ែល likes this

Post by Jubei on Mar 24, 2021 19:59:21 GMT -5

Cut immediately to the ring as from the crowd, Jaice Wilds and Daniel Christopher can be see battling to the ring. They are throwing the stiffest blows TV can allow with plenty blood already showing in their face. Fans go wild when a hammer toss nearly cuts “The Butcher” in half when he flips over the barricade. Wilds follows up by using that extra height off the barricade to hit and spin both of them out of control through a tornado DDT. The aftermath, however, favors Daniel Christopher when Jaice mistook how much air the move could get after the spinout.

Mike Clearwater: Oh no, that impact must have rang Wilds’ bell good.

St. Remi: Both men crawling into the ring… and there’s your opening bell!

DC rolls for a kneebar, but Jaice scouts it out right, causing the attacker to fall into a series of chain wrestling combos: two scoops slams, a few hard chops and finally, a pinpointed back drop.

Mike Clearwater: What a back drop!

St. Remi: But look, DC is not even fazed, bro!

Seemingly possessed, The Butcher comes alive with big series of right fists. He then a superkick.

St. Remi: What’s he doing?

Mike Clearwater: He’s grabbing the ring bell!!

The ref warns DC not use the weapon, but he doesn’t care. This all culminates with Jaice Wilds getting clocked with the keep’s bell. The official calls for a DQ as Daniel Christopher throws Jaice into and then onto the turnbuckle.

Mike Clearwater: No! Don’t even think about it—you goddamn mad man!

St. Remi: Super-KICK!

Mike Clearwater: He just kicked Wilds to the outside! What a bastard, even the to end, Daniel Christopher. I swear, this is the only part of the job I won’t miss. And I won’t miss that boyish grin either.

St. Remi: Hey, dude made his bed. Now… he gets to sleep it.

Mike Clearwater: Christopher saluting the fans on his final bout in an APW ring.

Streamers, red and black for flavor, greet his exit with a surprising show of respect from the APW faitful.

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Gods of Wrestling: Ragnarök Mar 24, 2021 20:02:29 GMT -5 ដានីយ៉ែល likes this

Post by Jubei on Mar 24, 2021 20:02:29 GMT -5

Fan Appreciation Video Package

Eddie: I remember Uprising like it was only days ago. We had the show with Jubei, Braxton Locus and Smith Jones – whew! It was like standing before wrestling royalty, guys. I sure am going to miss it.

Cut to a view of the Dayton, Oh show with Silk making the final call during the match of FPV and then-to-be World Champion Smith Jones.

Eddie: There won’t another era like it. That’s for sure. I’ll definitely take those old matches with me for the rest of my career. Hell, the rest of my life if I’m lucky.

There’s a cut to Smith Jones versus Damon Warrens for the World Title. Then Steven Osbourne running wild before a packed show. The Man Made Gods stand tall in a ring across the feared Architects.

Mike Clearwater: My Metal Memory was the emergence of America Jackson. He was in the shadow of the undoubtedly talent Zaigon Carter. The guy put asses in seats. Then his main guy and muscle, rises to become the North American – now America Champion. It was a ride for that kid… then he won the world title on stage—inside a monstrous cage, no less—to be the first to conjoin those belts.

Some action shots of America whooping ass and looking like a BAMF.

Mike Clearwater: But you never forget the people that made it happen behind the scenes. The best part of APW was that everyone was committed to the dream. They wanted to be the number in this business, and by the gods, we tried. And we never stopped trying until the final breath. That’s what I’ll take away from it.

Sinister moments of Zaigon Carter and then the Architects in a three-man obstacle in the ring.

St. Remi: People asked me all the time why I stuck here during the ups and downs. I told them because we had the best people—end of story, bro!

Daniel Christopher gets some facetime wearing a crimson mask. Addy A gets some too during her best hardcore struggles.

St. Remi: Who are those people? Dude, if I have to name them all, you’ll never know just how good it was working for Alpha Pro. Seriously, this was a sport of love and our people embraced it.

Spartan rises into frame and shown demolishing the competition. There’s even Brian Bodacious, Arthur Pleasant and the undying ZMAC causing all sorts of chaos with blood.

St. Remi: Divisions—humph! You can’t break down this company like that. We knew how to be the best talent on TV and destroyed streaming channels on our debut. Netflix did its best to float the boat, but hey, I’m just happy we had a chance to get this far.

A short span of images from Masuda Jubei laughing and enjoying the torment inflicted on others.

Dani Applegate: My Metal Moment was the first Talk Metal. Sure, it might be biased, but we brought several acts that supplemented the show in all sorts of ways. People still go back to the infamous Jubei interview where he almost got into a fight with Tyler the Creator. But true to his evil words, he went on to win the Title one week later.

There’s some stable scenes featuring the Man Made Gods, Masuda Corporation, and even the lost yet never forgotten Warsaw Pact.

Dani Applegate: This show had its characters.

There’s an extra long look at Steven Osbourne followed by the unstable Allen Anderson.

Dani Applegate: Some remain unforgettable. Others… well, let’s just call them a afterthought.

Irina makes her first appearance on the package looking like Che Guevarra in her stoic stance.

Mike Clearwater: Irina was something else. She could stare through your soul and gaslight you at the same time. No one got a fast one on the boss lady—nobody!

Her management style is further emphasized through the pure, visceral control she had of the mic. Then comes the face of Ned in stark contrast, but the fans around him still look jazzed to be there.

St. Remi: We had a lot of dads, but that didn’t make us any less of functional family. Whether you liked them or not, APW had a heart, a soul and brain possibly stunned by chair shots. We died in this ring because we loved the game. So all we can say is thank you, fans, for letting us give you a show.

Dani Applegate: Thank you.

Eddie: Thank you APW faithful.

Mike Clearwater: We cannot thank you enough. It has been the ride of a century. It ends tonight on Netflix, but it survives forever… thank you to all of our fans for making this insane dream a reality.

Adam Dante comes on screen in a pristine silver suit combo befitting a man of his class.

Adam Dante: Thank you, APW, we are forever in your debt.

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Gods of Wrestling: Ragnarök Mar 24, 2021 20:04:12 GMT -5 ដានីយ៉ែល likes this

Post by Jubei on Mar 24, 2021 20:04:12 GMT -5

The Gods of Wrestling PPV ring looks normal from an overhead shot, but when the house lights come on in full, we see Brother Zeke pacing between the ropes. He wants to make his name and presence known in full colors.

Mike Clearwater: Tonight’s match is purported to be an inferno match. Except I don’t know who signed off on that bit of lunacy.

St. Remi: Lunacy? Of course no one signed off on it. They just accepted that the only way to contain the Bane was by—look out! It’s The Bane!

Mike Clearwater: Zeke doesn’t see him on the turnbuckle!

Brother Zeke turns around at the last second and gets a rolling clothesline for his trouble. Bane follows that with a vertical brainbuster and finally a swing out DDT driver.

Mike Clearwater: What’s he doing—the Bane has a microphone.

St. Remi: That’s no microphone, bro! That’s a detonator.

He raises his arm arms high. Fans grip at the front of their seats mere moments before a raging inferno blows high from every ring post. It’s so intense the light flicker out momentarily to audible gasps around the Tokyo Dome. When the lights return, there’s a large hole in the ring with scorched edged still smoking. Neither Competitor is in the ring anymore.

Mike Clearwater: Did… did The Bane just take Brother Zeke to Hell?

St. Remi: Bro, maybe he was a demon all along.

Mike Clearwater: We may never know. We also might never see those men again.

St. Remi: Hellfire raining at Ragnarök. Should be an exciting night for these hungry fans.

Mike Clearwater: Like him or not, Jason Ryan always found a way to make show. There may never be another like in the world. Too bad—as it seems, viewers—he’ll be burning in hell. Gods of Wrestling returns after this!

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Gods of Wrestling: Ragnarök Mar 24, 2021 20:08:44 GMT -5 ដានីយ៉ែល likes this

Post by Jubei on Mar 24, 2021 20:08:44 GMT -5

Jessica Kaine: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for 1 fall. And it will Unify the Alpha Pro-Wrestling Strong style and Hardcore Championships.

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 with the words 'KAYBY HALE CASSIDY'. Penetrating through the fog, Kayby Hale Cassidy walks backward onto the stage being led by his manager.

Jessica Kaine: Introducing first, / And his/her opponent], from the Centre of the Damn Universe in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 90 kilograms. Accompanied to the ring by Taylor Made, Ms. Arden Taylor; he is the Better Than You-ligan, Kayby Hale Cassidy!

Now announced, Taylor leans in toward Cassidy's face and kisses him 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. 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.

Mike Clearwater: I am not just pumped, I am steaming Remi.

St. Remi: Who bro, careful now.

Mike Clearwater: This is the most underrated matchup in APW history. Not since Smith Jones winning the rumble have we felt such power and momentum.

St. Remi: Hey, it’s your last day. Why not make some noise!

Mike Clearwater: “Kayby” has fallen his graces in recent weeks, but he looks to change that all tonight by claiming two of the greatest titles in APW history. None more so than the coveted Hardcore Championship.

St. Remi: Look them just voguing their asses down here. Is there anyone that looks the part more than them?

Fog encompasses the ring as stagehands bring out a steamer trunk large enough for at least two men. The roll it to the ramp and unveil a white Bengal tiger. It grows, when as the moment builds, another puff of smoke sees the beast vanish completely to a stunned audience. Kayby and Miss Taylor look on at ringside; needless to say, they’re not impressed.

Mike Clearwater: What is going on here?

St. Remi: I don’t know—but I like it!

Mike Clearwater: Look—it’s Harvey Marx!

Indeed, to his mesmerizing theme, Marx appears at the ramp looking primed for an end-game brawl.

Jessica Kaine: And the other challenger, from Atlantic City, New Jersey… weighing in at 450 pounds… Harvey Marx!

Mike Clearwater: How. How did that man fit in there?

St. Remi: The Prestige!

Mike Clearwater: Really?

St. Remi: You don’t question magic, bro. Just experience it!

He entertains fans at ringside but keeps his eyes on Kayby and Ms. Taylor. They do not blink.

The lights go out as the opening piano to Zombie starts. As the bridge starts, Chase steps out. He holds his head down. At the chorus he looks up, eyes glazed over from his mental issues, hits himself in the head and slowly makes his way down to the ring.

Jessica Kaine: And the final opponent… hailing New Orleans, Louisiana… weighing in at 215 pounds… he is your combined APW Strong Style – Hardcore Champion… “The Boogey Man” Chase Blackley!

St. Remi: It’s go time, bro!

Mike Clearwater: The Harcore – Strong Style Champion is here with all the gold on the line!

Marx goes right for him and throws down blows. Kayby dives under the ropes and then suicide dives through the opposite middle ropes to take out both men. He then goes under the ring for goodies.

Mike Clearwater: Not wasting a minute here tonight!

St. Remi: And Eddie Silk just called the opening bell! Oh Brother—he knows what’s at stake here!

Mike Clearwater: Marx is back up and clotheslines the Champion before he could stand!

Harvey then turns to Hale Cassidy, but when he does, a steel chair clobbers him hard. Kayby sizes a second strike and lays it down with a hop for emphasis. Finally, and at the match’s mercy, he swings once more to clobber the back of Chase Blackley.

Mike Clearwater: Look at him holding that weapon high. Eat it up now, Cassidy, but there’s not way these men are out of anything yet!

St. Remi: He’s playing the arena, bro. Let the kid have his shining moment!

Cassidy looks down to see both opponents struggling. He rolls the somewhat less stunned—and not 450 pound option—Chase Blackley into the ring looking to make a finish. Halfway into the ring, those walrus arms of Harvey Marx swallow him around the waist for a full impacted back suplex from the apron.

Mike Clearwater: What a back suplex from Marx. He is not playing around at all tonight.

St. Remi: Like a tiger!

Mike Clearwater: Oh no, he’s rolling a trashcan into the ring. What sort of terrible things could be in there.

Harvey rolls in much the same. Unbeknownst to him, Chase Blackley is ready and waiting in spring-form fashion. As soon as his opponent nears, Blackley leaps onto the rotund showman and hits a double clapping chop. He then goes to work with haymakers. Marx eventually powers through with a double axe handle that sees Blackley upended once more.

St. Remi: Uh oh, big boy! There’s Cassidy!

Mike Clearwater: Utley Rule—and he escaped in time before the mountain came crashing down atop him!

Marx’s colossal crash leaves him vulnerable. Blackley gets up and narrowly avoids a second perfect dropkick from Kayby. It leaves him in a bad spot, but a saving grace hold around Hale’s waist keeps him from eating something worse. Hale powers through with enough to suplex the Champion directly onto—in cinematic style, no less—that trashcan Harvey rolled into the ring. It flattens with his streamlined indentation to the belove of the entire arena. Marx log rolls him from behind before executing a number of wild gator rolls from the canvas.

Mike Clearwater: Oh no! How did he forget about Harvey?

St. Remi: Too late for that. Harvey is back to his feet and going off the ropes!

Mike Clearwater: But the leg drop misses!

As Harvey Marx recovers, Blackley swings a random Louisville Slugger from the souvenir’s kiosk. He ties to go for the gusto, when Marx throws him onto his back once more with a choke toss.

Mike Clearwater: Oh don’t do that. Don’t do that!

St. Remi: Harvey just sprinkled the ring with thumbtacks! It looked like a damn minefield here in Yokohama. Blackley rolls over while looking like a hamburger bun. He reaches at his back when the now frenzied Harvey Marx looks to press his assault further with a running senton.

St. Remi: That 450 pounds!

1!

2!

Mike Clearwater: And Kayby saves the pin!
St. Remi: Just barely though, bro. And now he’s getting the fury of Harvey Marx!

He swings all of his weight into an overhead strike. He then shake, rattle and rolls off a showboating punch combo. Just before he can puts all that weigh into another big punch, Kayby hits the Utley Rule like a bat out of hell.

Mike Clearwater: Marx wen down hard on that on!

St. Remi: Timber!

Mike Clearwater: Kayby going after the champion again—oh wow!

Sc: Silver Bullet!

Mike Clearwater: But Marx has him from behind!

A sloppier than all hell Marx manages to throw Hale Cassidy into the rope. He then gives chase before leaping with all the glory of an offensive lifeline hopping with twinkle toes.

Mike Clearwater: Kayby slips away!

St. Remi: And all those pound just crashing into the turnbuckle.

Cassidy wisely goes for a small package on Harvey Marx.

1!

2!

Mike Clearwater: Save by the Champion! Blackley just a blink from losing not one, but both of the title he currently holds going into tonight’s belt.

St. Remi: Losing a belt… sucks! But you gotta defend your claim. Otherwise, this business will walk over you.

Mike Clearwater: Sure, but what Blackley applying an Americana!

St. Remi: Look at you—but can Cassidy hold on?

Cassidy finally reaches the ropes, serving as their only true lifeline. Blackley breaks the hold and returns to his feet. He sees another dropkick, but allows the former Hardcore Champion to puts all his energy into a missed shot. He then throws a shoot lariat that blanks Cassidy. Harvey rolls on to his side.

Mike Clearwater: No time to celebrate. Not with all of those men on his tail!

Try as he might, the recovering body of Harvey Marx makes another shot at an Americana. Harvey no sooner finds a way out, but he looks very worse for wear. No one does; however, the onus of this match falls upon both men to where they look willing to give every ounce of their being tonight.

Kayby is up. Harvey regains himself with a stream of blood from a busted lip. Chase Blackley takes to defensive position. Harvey bullrushes and overwhelms the smaller Blackley until footwork sees him stumble forward into a super kick. Kayby puts one of his signature dropkicks in for good measure.

Mike Clearwater: Marx is walking but there’s no one upstairs!

St. Remi: Silver Bullet! He hit that out of a cannon!

Mike Clearwater: Teamwork? Wait—look!

St. Remi: They’re working together!

Mike Clearwater: Tandem suplex over the ropes!

St. Remi: Harvey caught himself! How’d he even do it?

Although there’s some impact, Harvey has a chance to dig under the skirt. Meanwhile, in the ring, Kayby and Chase go into blows with a narrow margin going to Blackley with a head and then a big boot from the rebund.

St. Remi: Oof!

Mike Clearwater: Harvey’s rolling back into the ring—he’s got a Singapore cane!

St. Remi: Oh brother, we all heard that vicious smack of wood to flesh!

Mike Clearwater: And now both men have fresh stripes across their backs!

Harvey thinks once more before the combined efforts of Cassidy and Blackley disarm Marx and this time hit a double hip toss. After that mini seismic event, Blackley avoids an out-of-nowhere Silver Bullet. He flips over and locks on a dragon sleeper.

Mike Clearwater: Zombiefied locked in tight!

St. Remi: Can he get the break?

Seemingly on the verge of collapse, the full weight of Harvey Marx plows right through him to dislodge the submission. He follows up by whipping the dual champion into the nearest turnbuckle. He charges and hits a massive body splash. Black suddenly stumbles right it an earth-splitting impact.

Mike Clearwater: Silver Bullet!

St. Remi: And one more for Harvey! This is getting out of hand!

Marx falls through the ropes as Kayby hops onto the Dual Champion and lifts him up into an inverted fireman’s carry neckbreaker over his knee.

St. Remi: AL – DVD!
Mike Clearwater: Oh my god!

1!

2!

3!

Jessica Kaine: And your winner… and final Strong Style and Hardcore Champion, Hale Cassidy!

Mike Clearwater: That was a war!

St. Remi: You can say that again, bro. No one is coming out that one pretty. But big props to our new dual champion. Congrats, Kayby!

Mike Clearwater: We’re coming to an end here tonight, but what a fantastic win for Kayby. Next up, and we’ve been waiting for months to see this one, a world-ending triple threat for the APW America and World Titles!

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Gods of Wrestling: Ragnarök Mar 24, 2021 20:40:23 GMT -5 ដានីយ៉ែល likes this

Post by Jubei on Mar 24, 2021 20:40:23 GMT -5

The arena goes dark, before being bathed in dark red light as the opening lyrics from "Dead and Bloated" by Stone Temple Pilots begins.

[smear:#dc5a26]I am smellin' like the rose

That somebody gave me on

My birthday deathbed

I am smellin' like the rose

That somebody gave me

'Cause I'm dead & bloated[/smear:#da0606:0]

As the guitar crash hits, the lights shift to a flashing white strobe as out from the back come Zaigon Carter and Dr. Marcel Milgram. Dr. Milgram grabs Carter by the neck, putting their foreheads together saying something to him before letting go while pointing towards the ring. Carter storms towards the ring, as Dr. Milgram follows a step or two behind with an arrogant smile on his face.

"This Match is an Elimination .... No Escape .... Cage Match! ... And it will unify the Alpha Pro-Wrestling

American and World Championships!!!!!

First... Being accompanied by Dr. Marcel Milgram, weighing in at 240 lbs. He is your Alpha Pro-Wrestling Co-World Champion ... He is 'The Reckoning' ... Zaigon Carter!"

Carter is standing in the middle of the ring now, bathed in that same eerie red light as earlier. Dr. Milgram doesn't enter the ring, but stands in front of his charge with a self assured look.

The lights dim before flashing red white and blue as American Trash by InnerPartySystem begins to play.

I've got this planet in my hands

You know I'll waste it if I can

Come on let's give it a twist

And if it all turns to shit

Oh wait, let's try that again.

America Jackson makes his way out to the entranceway, holding his title proudly. He soaks in the boos, holding his arms out and embracing them.

"And his opponents, first, from Glen Rose, Texas... Weighing in at 265 pounds ... He is your reigning Alpha-Pro Wrestling American Champion... America Jackson!!!"

My life's too short to have a plan

Here, let me help you understand

First take this drink and this pill

Relax your mind and be still

Let's find out who I am

Cause I

America makes his way down the ramp, dismissing any fans who may get mouthy with him. He slides effortless into the ring, waiting for the beat to drop.

I'm just American Trash.

The song cuts.

The lights come up.

The champion stands in the ring.

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.

"From San Diego California, by way of Toronto Canada, weighing in at 225 pounds, ... he is your other reigning Alpha Pro-Wrestling Co-World Champion ... 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. 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 safe keeping. The Nitemare removes his jacket and mask and crouches in the corner his blank white eyes staring unnervingly in anticipation of the match.

Mike Clearwater: The date has been set. The war has arrived at the Tokyo Dome.

St. Remi: These are ready, bro! Let's see the best in all of Wrestling!

Mike Clearwater: So begins... the final match of Alpha Pro-Wrestling!

St. Remi: It's Go Time B R O !!!!

Mike Clearwater: Damon Warrens. Zaigon Carter. America Jackson. The end of era! And now, the grandest show on earth. One! More! Time!

The bell rings and America and Damon immediately square off, looking to size the other up. Before they can lock up though, Zaigon steps between them and separates them with his hands, brushing the shoulder of Damon before staring down his former partner.

Mike Clearwater: America and Damon Warrens itching to fight each other. I’m not sure it’s wise for Zaigon to get in here.

St. Remi: I’m sure he can do what he wants.

Zaigon gives a sarcastic applause for America, who looks ready to explode. Suddenly, Zaigon throws a slap, paintbrushing America’s face! Before he can even respond, America fires off a short headbutt that sends him staggering back…right into a V-Trigger! Justifiable Homicide! Zaigon crumples to his knees where the APW Tag Team Champions grab his wrists…GOLDEN TRIGGER! They drop down into a double pin!

1…

2…

3!

ZAIGON CARTER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

St. Remi: OH MY GOD!

Mike Clearwater: And just like that we are down to two! The explosiveness of the American Devils making short work of Zaigon Carter!

St. Remi: OH MY GOD!

Mike Clearwater: A long road back, but his hubris has cost him…

St. Remi: HOW IS HE? HOW DID THEY? WHAT?

As the ref assists a dazed Zaigon Carter out of the cage, the APW Champion and American Champion square off. America shoots in on Damon’s legs, taking him down hard to the mat. From there, Damon struggles to fight out. His technical expertise lets him hang in there, but it quickly becomes apparent that America’s background gives him the edge. America keeps jockeying for position, trying to lock in a kimura but that dedication to it gives Damon a chance to slip out and get to a standing position.

Mike Clearwater: Damon Warrens is a hell of a talent, but you’re not going to beat America Jackson on the mat.

St. Remi: He’ll have to lean on his other skills if he wants to come out the other end of this as champion.

With the distance, the two size each other up again. America shoots in again but this time Damon catches him coming, pasting him hard on the mouth with a right hand and using the opening to lay in with them. Before America can orient himself, Damon sends him crashing face first into the steel cage and follows with a snap German Suplex, dumping America onto his head!

St. Remi: That’s more like it! That explosiveness is giving him the opening he needs.

Mike Clearwater: If he can control the pace, Damon Warrens can leave here as champion.

Damon shoots in for a pin but America’s shoulder shoots up before a one can be counted. Damon lays in some right hands, looking to soften the American Champion up. He drops a knee, followed by another, trying to keep the pressure on and grind America down. Pulling him back to his feet, Damon sends America reeling into the corner and barely waits a moment before crashing into him with a running knee strike into a bulldog! He covers!

1…

2…

Kickout!

Damon keeps right on the assault, dropping more right hands and refusing to let up. He looks to reposition and America snaps to life, catching him in a triangle choke! Damon Warrens is caught!

St. Remi: A triangle choke! America Jackson found an opening!

Mike Clearwater: He looks winded though. I don’t think he has all of it.

St. Remi: Still, if it can buy him time to recover then he can get back in this.

Clearwater’s remarks bear true as America initially looks as though all he can do is hang tight and catch a breath. As he does, Damon tries to fight to his feet and manages to get there. He looks as though he’s preparing to deadlift America when the challenger shifts and looks for a jujigatame! Damon manages to catch his arm to prevent full extension, but as he leans forward to try and build force to pull free, America shifts again and picks the leg, taking him down into a heel hook!

St. Remi: A HEEL HOOK! HE’S GOT HIM!

Mike Clearwater: Will Damon Warrens tap away his title on the final APW show?

Damon flails and kicks, trying to fight free. America clearly still doesn’t have all of the hold but enough that Damon can’t just break loose. Instead the champion has to fight and claw and drag himself forward, reaching out until his hand just barely makes contact with the bottom rope. America keeps on the hold for a few seconds before releasing.

St. Remi: Hey, I thought this was no disqualifications.

Mike Clearwater: It is. If America refused to break, there would be no DQ but a fall still won’t be counted while they’re in contact with the ropes. Or, for that matter, if they ended up outside the cage.

As they separate from the hold, America rolls to the edge of the ring, using the cage to pull himself up. He’s barely to his feet when Damon Warrens comes flying at him! Justifiable Homicide slams America backwards into the steel! The force rebounds him forward, leaving him draped over the top rope as Damon considers his next move. He’s favouring the ankle, but he swings for it again, running the ropes and coming off…Justifiable Homicide! No! America barely moves out of the way, leaving the APW Champion to crash his bad leg full force into the cage!

Mike Clearwater: He went to the well once too often and got caught for it.

St. Remi: But after the force of that first hit, can America Jackson recover in time to stop him?

America tries to get his footing, but Damon will not let up. He rushes him and hits the PTSDriver! His knee buckles on the landing, but he’s able to crawl into a cover!

1…

2…

Kickout!

He looks to keep up the rush, dragging America up. He reaches for a double underhook, looking for the Badd Dream, but his knee buckles for a moment and America pushes himself free, using that distance to his his leaping knee strike! Damon stumbles, wobbling back into the ropes and rebounding with Justifiable Homicide! Both men are down!

St. Remi: Unbelievable! America Jackson will not stay down!

Mike Clearwater: But Damon Warrens is determined to keep him there.

Both men are slow to rise up, each one clearly dazed. America still seems to be the worse for wear, having taken the last hit on top of the beating he’s already received. Damon is still looking to keep the pressure on, but he doesn’t have enough wind behind him to get it done. Instead America catches him…KNOCKOUT HEADBUTT! Damon Warrens collapses to the ground with America falling on top with one arm draped over!

1…

2…

2.9999! KICKOUT!

St. Remi: OH MY GOD!

Mike Clearwater: Few competitors have survived that headbutt.

St. Remi: That headbutt won America the world title once! Apparently tonight, he’ll have to dig even deeper.

America is aghast, looking absolutely exhausted to the bone. He gets back to his feet, the momentum coming more naturally to him now. He stalks Damon Warrens…AMERICA FIRST! He hits it!

1…

2…

Kickout!

America can’t believe it! He starts getting fired up, clearly coming on a second wind as the momentum builds! Damon slowly starts to rise, but gets snatched into a nasty stump piledriver! America keeps throwing bombs! He grabs a waistlock on the ground and deadlifts Damon over into a vicious German Suplex! Damon looks as though he can’t take much more. America stalks him as he rises once again to his feet. AMERICA FIRST! NO! Damon slips off his shoulders! Kick to the midsection! BADD DREAM! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!

Mike Clearwater: America Jackson going on a tear before Damon Warrens shuts it down again!

St. Remi: If Damon Warrens wants to leave here tonight as champion, he has to keep America from dropping bombs like that. If he can get on a run like that, it’ll all be over.

Damon gets up slowly, clearly beginning to boil over from frustration. He drags America to the edge of the ring, slapping on a headlock and grinding his face into the steel of the ringpost. America tries to push free, so Damon throws a vicious slap. America responds by throwing a nasty elbow! Damon throws a loud chop in response so America reels back and hits a closed fist punch to the mouth! Damon buckles at that, so America lifts him up for a Tombstone…but he slips off the back, catching his head on the way down…Nite Terror! The GTR connects! Damon drags him back up into the Mercy Killing! The Hero’s Welcome drops America hard on his face! Damon hooks the leg to cover!

1…

2…

2.9! KICKOUT!

Mike Clearwater: I thought that was it!

St. Remi: After everything he’s gone through, how did America kick out?

Mike Clearwater: He’s never been pinned or forced to submit in APW. Every loss has been through someone else taking the fall or an escape stipulation. Just how far will Damon Warrens have to go to beat this man?

Damon lets out a yell of frustration before locking in the Devil’s Snare! The Owari Death Clutch is locked deep, causing America to yell out in pain! Damon looks to sink it deep, but America is scrambling to escape forcing him to keep adjusting. When he moves forward to sink it deeper, America picks the bad ankle to take him down! America floats over…HANGMAN’S NOOSE! Damon Warrens is caught!

St. Remi: WILL WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION?

Mike Clearwater: After all these men have gone through, how much more can Damon Warrens have left?

Damon reaches for the ropes, but they’re far out of reach. Instead he pivots, trying to get his hands inside the cravat and break it. It takes a moment, but he’s able to get separation. America gets back to his feet quickly. Damon tries to match but gets caught with a knee strike flush to the jaw! America then hoists him up…Damon tries to fight free, but America throws multiple elbows to the face to shut it down and hoists him up onto his shoulders, looking for the VX. Damon struggles and manages to get loose, landing back on his feet and pushing America forward at a run to slam him into the cage! As the American Champion staggers, Damon Warrens goes up top.

Mike Clearwater: Could it be time for the Deus Ex Machina?

Damon climbs slowly, his ankle a minor impediment that nonetheless delays him. He turns to use the cage to help with his climb, leaving his back exposed. It’s in this moment that America Jackson recovers, takes a running leap to the top rope, and catches Damon Warrens with AMERICA FIRST FROM THE TOP ROPE! BOTH MEN HIT HARD!

St. Remi: This HAS to be it!

Mike Clearwater: It’s been a brutal match, but we’re at the end now.

America crawls slowly, reaching one arm over for the cover!

1…

2…

2.999999999999! KICKOUUUUUUUUT!

St. Remi: OH MY GOD!

Mike Clearwater: THESE MEN WILL NOT GIVE UP! THEY WILL FIGHT WITH EVERYTHING THEY HAVE TO LEAVE HER TONIGHT THE UNDISPUTED APW CHAMPION!

America is slow to rise, the weight of the fight clearly taking it out of him. He tries to drag Damon up, but there’s not much left in the tank there either. He hooks him and looks for one last America First…but Damon catches him with a knee on the lift! America is staggered…but responds with a leaping knee strike! Damon bounces off the ropes…JUSTIFIABLE HOMICIDE! America stumbles backwards now himself, trying not to fall. He bounces off the ropes…A JUSTIFIABLE HOMICIDE OF HIS OWN! DAMON NEARLY CRUMPLES BUT RESPONDS WITH AN AMERICA STYLE LEAPING KNEE STRIKE! AMERICA DROPS TO A KNEE AND AS HE DOES, DAMON HOOKS HIS ARMS AND GETS HIM WITH THE ORIGINAL SIN! DOUBLE UNDERHOOK PILEDRIVER DANGEROUUUUUUUUS! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!

Mike Clearwater: THIS IS INSANE! BOTH MEN THROWING MULTIPLE MOVES THAT WOULD WIN ANY OTHER MATCH AND JUST COMING BACK FOR MORE!

St. Remi: BUT DAMON WARRENS JUST THREW OUT THE BIGGEST BOMB HE HAS! COVER HIM CHAMP!

Damon Warrens looks as though he can’t move. America Jackson is unmoving, laid flat on his back, but Warrens can’t quite find it in himself to cover. He fights and he drags himself, finally laying a single hand on the right shoulder of America Jackson! The ref counts!

ONE!

St. Remi: This is it.

TWO!

Mike Clearwater: For the title.

NO! AMERICA JACKSON KICKS OUT AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!

St. Remi: I can’t. I. HOW CAN THEY KEEP DOING THIS?

Mike Clearwater: If he could have just got that pin a little bit sooner or a little bit tighter, this would all be over. What…what is it going to take?

Despondent, Damon Warrens drags the near dead weight of America Jackson. He shakes his head, seemingly unsure of what his next move should be. Looking to the corner, he figures it out. He pulls America into the corner and slowly, with great effort, props him up on the top turnbuckle. Then gingerly, he follow him up top and looks to underhook the arms.

Mike Clearwater: Not this. NOT THIS!

St. Remi: Original Sin from the top? NO! SOMEONE GET THE MEDICS DOWN HERE!

Damon looks for it, but America fights back, pulling his arms free and slipping out the bottom to crumple to the ground below. Damon doesn’t even react at first, looking back to confirm he’s not about to be taken down again. He turns slowly, modifying his strategy. He beckons for America to get up, lining up his shot. Slowly, America starts to move to his feet. He falters a little, buckling as he rises. “GET UP AMERICA!” Damon yells. With that, America finds his footing and slowly turns…INTO DEUS EX MACHINA! DAMON FLIES INTO A LEAPING TOP ROPE STUNNER…NO! AMERICA CATCHES HIM OUT OF THE AIR INTO A REAR NAKED CHOKE! THEY HIT THE GROUND WITH DAMON SCRAMBLING!

St. Remi: UNBELIEVABLE!

Mike Clearwater: Damon Warrens gave America time to recover and now he’s been caught!

DAMON STRUGGLES AND FIGHTS BUT AMERICA POPS THE HIPS AND ROLLS HIM TO THE CENTER OF THE RING! HE’S FIGHTING WITH EVERYTHING HE’S GOT, TRYING TO BREAK THE HOLD, BUT AMERICA DRAGS HIM INTO A CRUCIFIX INSTEAD AND STARTS RAINING ELBOWS! DAMON FIGHTS TO GET FREE, TRYING TO GET TO HIS FEET BUT AMERICA SCOOPS HIM INTO A SNAP TOMBSTONE THEN CATCHES HIM BACK INTO THE ELBOWS! DAMON IS FADING BUT REFUSES TO GIVE UP! HE TRIES TO FIGHT BACK UP BUT ONLY MAKES IT TO HIS KNEES BEFORE THE ELBOWS HAVE HIM FADING! WITH A LAST GASP, AMERICA SCOOPS HIM UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! LAST OF THE DRAGON CONNECTS! THE VX DROPS DAMON WARRENS ON HIS HEAD AS THE REFEREE COUNTS!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

YOUR WINNER AND UNDISPUTED APW CHAMPION…AMERICA JACKSON!

St. Remi: THESE TWO MEN GAVE IT EVERYTHING THEY HAD TONIGHT!

Mike Clearwater: America got that one last opening and just didn’t give Damon Warrens any room to come back from it. What a hell of a fight. It was everything we hoped it would be for the past six months.

The referee raises America’s hand as ring attendants bring him all four belts…his Tag Title, the American Title, the original APW Title, and the present APW Title. America grabs them in his hands and collapses in tears, staring at the camera and yelling “This one’s for you, Ma! I DID IT!”

Mike Clearwater: After a nine month American Title reign, America Jackson finally wins back the APW Title and walks out of here having never been pinned, submitted, or KO’ed and reigning as the Tag, American, and World Champion.

St. Remi: But let’s not forget the longest reigning World Champion who gave one hell of a performance tonight.

As America celebrates, Damon Warrens slowly pulls himself from the mat. The disappointment is evident on his face. He stares down America Jackson, now holding the APW World Title…and extends his hand. America takes it and the two hug in a tight embrace before Damon Warrens holds up America Jackson’s hand in victory.

Mike Clearwater: A show of class from Damon Warrens.

St. Remi: What other match could have finished APW’s run? The two greatest champions this company ever saw collided tonight. It was absolute magic.

Mike Clearwater: For one last time, these men showed everyone just what it meant to be the best wrestler in APW.

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