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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E06 08/05/19 *Complete* Aug 5, 2019 18:07:19 GMT -5 Allen Anderson likes this

Post by BonnieBlue on Aug 5, 2019 18:07:19 GMT -5

Road Dawg Segment

<road dawgs getting ready for the match and the phone rings and its a call from the fed owners ... he blinks and picks it up and says >

"Hello?" An update on project X? Well, I sent a text to the contact...... let me find it .... oh here it is

Seems the delay is due to something classified ...... but it should be launched at anytime

<more conversation occurs >

Yeah, we still should be ready it will just happen there's no set time and date ...

<he listens> Ok will do <he sighs as the camera fades out leaving everyone to wonder what the hell they've been planning for the last month or so>

August 5th, 2019

Live From: Fort Worth Convention Center, Fort Worth, Texas

Seating capacity: 14,000

Exclusive to NETFLIX

Clearwater: Welcome to another edition of Monday Night Metal! Two weeks ago saw the crowning of six new champions -- and six contenders in our own tribute to the world-famous Showdown match -- and here we are tonight, in Cowtown, for our first Monday Night Metal after Alpha Showdown! It feels great to be here at the Fort Worth Convention Center with this near-capacity crowd!

Remi: It really does, Mikey-bro! Tonight we see the debut of a ton of new superstars! Fuckin’ A -- can I say that on Netflix? -- and Christian Guillen face off in the ring with none other than the Number One Contender himself, Smith Jones! Not only that, but a familiar face from the old Wrestling Championship Federation, “Jazzy” John McCarty makes his first Alpha Pro appearance as he takes on Junior Heavyweight Contender Tsukiko!

Clearwater: That should be exciting, Remi. The rest of the card is stacked with pay-per-view level match-ups! Hardcore Contender Big Bad Bodacious locks horns with Jaice Wilds and current North American Champ Road Dawg! Allen Anderson gets a second chance to prove himself as he steps into the squared circle with Bryan Worthy! Lilianna Rose and Alex Scott will test their limits as a tag team against the odd pairing of #beachkrew alum Sandy Coconutz and the unorthodox Michael J. Brilliance; while in later tag team action, the Canadian Coalition -- Mercer Quinn and “Ravenous” Rick Rage -- square off against the combined might of the former and current Hardcore champs, Dean Wolf and Spartan!

Remi: But wait, dude -- there’s more! Lucy Sixx puts her Junior Heavyweight title on the line against Johnny Blaze, and in the Main Event, Nyeo Son and newly-crowned World Champion Masuda Jubei will go head to head inside a steel cage! This is insane, bro! This is what Alpha Pro Wrestling is all about, the best in the world --

At that precise moment, “Sgori (Burn)” by Stvore hits the speakers, and the house lights dim. Red and white lights strobe to the quick tempo. Silhouetted against a deep crimson backdrop, a female form is gradually illuminated -- Irina Ivanova, dressed in a scarlet business suit. Above, the AlphaTron displays Cyrillic lettering, rapidly altering to read "Red Angel" in English. With an arrogant smile on her lips, she strides out onto the stage, heedless of the crowd’s disapproving roar, and lifts the microphone.

Ivanova: Quiet, all of you! Ungrateful capitalist swine!

The crowd pours down more boos, and trash rains down from above, littering the stage, but never quite coming near Irina. She waits for the noise to die down before she continues.

Ivanova: Yes, yes, boo. I’m the bad guy, here, right? Da. And that’s just the way I like it. Now -- since our former “leader” has chosen to abandon this company to pursue other, easier options -- and since Jason Zurra can’t seem to keep this roster in line, judging by the way he allowed Odin Balfore to annihilate his own brother -- Alpha Pro’s beloved owner, Adam Dante, has seen fit to make some necessary alterations to the staff. And that includes naming a new General Manager of Monday Night Metal…

With a cocky smile, the Red Angel places one hand to her chest, indicating herself.

Ivanova: Me. Irina Ivanova. No more a humble enforcer. No more just the brains behind every single card. Now… now I have the power to do anything -- make matches, change stipulations, suspend or fire those who continue to make problems, like a certain rookie who can’t handle one small loss -- anything, for the best interests of this company. And that is why tonight’s main event will not simply be a steel cage match. No, if the “Red-Headed Slut” thinks he’s man enough to take on the World Champion, then he will do so in a locked cage, until only one is left standing!

The crowd erupts at this announcement, as Irina lowers the mic and begins to walk backstage. Then, she hesitates and turns around, raising the mic one more time.

Ivanova: Oh, and one more thing. Mr. Wolf, I hope you’re listening, because should you fail to cooperate less than fully with your partner, or in any way jeopardize your victory over the Canadian Coalition, there will be… consequences.

Last Edit: Aug 5, 2019 18:36:23 GMT -5 by BonnieBlue

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E06 08/05/19 *Complete* Aug 5, 2019 18:10:28 GMT -5 Allen Anderson likes this

Post by BonnieBlue on Aug 5, 2019 18:10:28 GMT -5

Tsukiko vs "Jazzy" John McCarty

The lights in the arena dim down as all attention became focused on the entrance; there the titantron lit up with an image of a moon brilliantly shining bright as the slow melodic beginning of Alddious' "We Are" began to play throughout the building. That would carry on till the song picked up at the 27-second mark. When it did the moon on the titantron shattered into hundreds of pieces before shifting to a flurry of clips of a woman hitting various high-risk moves and bone shattering filled the screen one after another. That would carry on until the heavenly vocals began to echo throughout the arena, and when they did the camera (and the attention of the crowd) shifted to a woman wearing a fox mask standing center stage. All the while white and silver tinted light flashed seamlessly and endlessly.

I suffered one day.
I cried one night
Crouching alone looking
like a pupa glowing

Hoping one day to
find something true
I keep on flying high
I won't let you regret

As the vocals continued, the masked woman would hop in place and shake out her hands. That is, until the first of three "We Are"s of the song hit. When they did, the woman stopped hopping and quickly grabbed onto the mask she wore in dramatic fashion. When the second "We Are" hi, the woman titled her mask covered face down. Finally, after the third "We Are", the woman abruptly tilted her head back up and slid the mask off of her face to reveal herself as The Shimmering Kitsune {Kirameku Kitsune} Tsukiko! With her identity now revealed, the crowd loudly began to cheer their support for the young Japanese woman! However, despite the ruckus, a nearby camera managed to pick Tsukiko's voice as she shouted out in excitement over the overwhelming support.

Tsukiko: Takakautame ni jikan!
{Time to Fight!}

Jessica: From Kyoto, Japan. The Shimmering Kitsune, Tsuuuuuuuuukiiiiiiiiiikoooooooo!

Remi: Oh look, it's a cute girl from Japan. I bet she's like, 40.

Clearwater: What? That's Tuskiko! She's a hell of a wrestler!

Remi: So? Asian don't raisin, Cleary.

Clearwater: Will you stop?

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.

The camera pans around the crowd, showing their excitement. The camera then cuts to John McCarty, trumpet in hand, playing 'When The Saints Go Marching In'. The crowd sings along.

O when the saints...
Go marching in...
Now, when the Saints go marching in...
Yes, I want to be in that number...
When the Saints go marching in

He gives the trumpet to a backstage worker as 'Peaches en Regalia' plays through the arena speakers. He hypes of the crowd as he walks to the ramp. He walks down the ramp to the beat of the song. He nods his head to acknowledge the crowd and eventually arrives at the ring. The car horns start as John climbs the steps. He takes his time to enter the ring between the top and middle rope. He rebounds off the ropes. The flute starts to play as John climbs the turnbuckles, and hypes up the crowd again. Eventually, John gets down and leans on the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to start.

Clearwater: And her opponent tonight, none other than newcomer to Alpha Pro-Wrestling, John McCarty. He's a big man at 6'4” and well over 200 pounds.

Remi: You ever see Godzilla? Because I think that girl's lips are about to move faster than she speaks.

Clearwater: That's completely unnecessary!

Remi: I'm just saying, she's probably going to start running away and screaming any moment. That's a big trope in Kaiju movies.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings and John McCarty swaggers to the center of the ring. Tsukiko joins him, staring up, way up, at the unfriendly giant. The height difference is almost comical. McCarty, clearly bemused, invites her to hit the ropes.

Clearwater: You have to wonder if Tsukiko believes she can take a man that size down. “Land of the Giants” is quickly becoming a truism of APW. Remi, what are you doing?

Remi: I'm trying to read lips. I think she's saying 'oh you so big!'

Clearwater: Someone cut his mike off!

Tsukiko, oblivious to the casual racism in the announcer's booth, hits the ropes. She picks up steam and, instead of hitting a shoulder tackle like McCarty expects, ducks and hits a basement dropkick to the big man's knee! The giant goes down and Tsukiko leaps up, hits the ropes, and goes for the Tsukibureekaa ! McCarty's eyes widen and he flat-backs. He rolls out of the ring real quick, taking a breather. He paces around outside and when his hand falls away from his mouth, his smirk is gone.

Clearwater: Tsukiko nearly took his head off! It was almost over right there! And look, she's calling him on! She's inviting him back into the ring!

McCarty ignores the referee's count, only getting onto the apron when the referee threatens disqualification. He steps between the ropes, his gait, his demeanour changing on a whim. He's taking her seriously as he circles Tsukiko. McCarty licks his lips and charges in. Tsukiko ducks a clothesline and attacks the knee with a sharp kick. McCarty stumbles but pushes forward. He reaches for her, and she ducks again, hitting him once more with another kick. She takes to the ropes and on the return gets absolutely blasted with a big boot, driving her into the mat!

Clearwater: Wow! What power!

Remi: And just like that, the big man in the ring reminds the pixie dream girl why this business isn't for the faint of heart.

McCarty shakes off his knee, clearly bugging him. He places a foot on her chest and the referee accepts the cover.

One!

Two!!

Clearwater: It's going to take a lot more than that to keep the Shimmering Kitsune down!

Remi: What the hell is that, anyway? A Kit-Sun-E?

Clearwater: Uncultured AND sexist. Imagine my shock.

Remi: What?

McCarty isn't that surprised. He grabs a handful of hair and drags her up to her feet. He place her in the powerbomb position and says that this is all there is to it. He lifts her up and as he's about to drive her down, she counters wiht a Hurricanrana! McCarty is sent stumbling into the ropes! He catches himself and before he knows it, the Shimmering Kitsune is dropkicking him in the back, knocking him over the top rope! McCarty lands on his feet, and the frustration is clear on his face.

Clearwater: And here we see how technique beats power!

Remi: You sure about that? Because I've got the feeling McCarty can run faster angry than she can scared!

McCarty turns around just in time to see Tsukiko running the ropes. She leaps over the top, soaring like an eagle. Someone in the crowd makes a “CAW” noise as she Ezio's onto McCarty, but McCarty catches her!

Clearwater: Tope Con Hi—No! He caught her! He caught her dead to rights!

McCarty stumbles a little, but he keeps a firm grip on Tsukiko. She kicks and punches but they have no effect on the big man. Smirking, he instead handles her like a sack of potatoes and flings her into the guardrail! She crunches against steel headfirst and crumples to the floor! The crowd boos this display and McCarty mouths off to the audience!

Remi: Like it or not, Cleary, that's how you get things done in the world of professional wrestling! When a mosquito is buzzing around your head, you slap it down and squish it under your thumb!

The referee is counting in the ring. McCarty tells him off and picks up Tsukiko and rolls her in under the bottom rope like a side of beef. He rolls in after her and covers nonchalantly.

One!

Two!

Tsukiko is still in this match. McCarty decides that he's had enough, and he doesn't get paid by the hour. He drags Tsukiko to her feet and attempts the New Orleans Neckbreaker, but Tsukiko slips out and hits a crucifix pin!

One!

Two!

TH--

McCarty thunders to his feet, eyes wild, grabbing the referee and declaring it a two count. Assured that it was, he turns his attention back to Tsukiko who is already plotting another plan of attack. She sets him up and hits a Corkscrew Neckbreaker!

Clearwater: Illusion's End! Illusion's End! That's it!

Tsukiko covers McCarty, looking like an ant crawling on a mountain. The ref jumps into position.

One!

Two!

THR--

McCarty throws Tsukiko off of him, and she hits the top rope before collapsing back to the mat! McCarty is getting to a knee, Tsukiko is rising to her feet.

Remi: The Jazzy One still shaking off those cobwebs, and that's not good news for him, bro!

McCarty wobbles on his feet and tries for a clothesline as Tsukiko rushes in. She ducks and dashes past, rebounding off the ropes! McCarty tries to block, a split-second too slow as Tsukiko launches herself at him and her left knee connects with his head!

Clearwater: MOONBREAKER! Jazzy John is down and he may be out! Tsukiko with the cover!

One!

Two!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!

Jessica: And the winner of this match -- The Shimmering Kitsune -- TSUKIKO!!!

As her music hits the speakers, Tsukiko first bows to the crowd, before allowing the referee to lift her hand in victory. McCarty, meanwhile, rests on his knees, breathing heavily. Ever-gracious and honorable, Tsukiko offers him a hand and helps him up, then gives him a respectful bow, too, as the crowd cheers the display of sportsmanship.

Last Edit: Aug 5, 2019 19:11:22 GMT -5 by Jason Zurra

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E06 08/05/19 *Complete* Aug 5, 2019 18:14:35 GMT -5 Allen Anderson likes this

Post by BonnieBlue on Aug 5, 2019 18:14:35 GMT -5

Jaice Wilds vs Bodacious vs Road Dawg

The Ballad of Bodacious begins to play with blue and white fireworks beginning to explode down the ramp and to the ring. Scenes of a rodeo bull locking horns with another bull as Big Bad Bodacious is seen on third floor of the arena dressed in black and white cowboy gear combined with his stunner shades with the words: MAD COW labeled on to them. Bodacious poses in front of the crowd high fiving them and offering to do a headbut with a fan. Laughing the fan nods and he Bodacious butts’ heads. Unfortunately, Bodacious hits a little too hard and the fan is knocked off his feet unconscious. Bodacious mutters: “oops” before shrugging and continuing to move down the stairs greeting the fans as though nothing happened. Jessica Kaine saw the ordeal from the Titantron and began to snigger at the fans expense before the Referee tells her to start announcing the wrestlers. Blushing a bit, Jessica laughs nervously before walking to the middle of the ring Microphone in hand.

Jessica: The following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring from Oklahoma! Weighing in at 245 pounds: Big Bad Bodacious!

Big Bad jumps over the ramp and enters the ring continuing to pose for the crowd before taking off his hat and shades and fitting them on Jessica Kaine. Jessica smiled out of embarrassment her entire face red before placing a hand on her chest and thanking Bodacious. Bodacious takes off his jacket and gets on the top turnbuckle posing for the crowd. Commentators: Mike Clearwater and Jonah “Remi” St Remington continues to look at Bodacious bemused at the situation.

Clearwater: Well that was an unusual situation.

Remi: I hope that kid who got headbutted has health insurance. Let me ask you something Mike? With all the concussion tests that wrestling companies are doing today you think that they should do one on Bodacious!

Mike chuckles at Remi shaking his head at his statement.

Clearwater: Why do you say that? Bodacious clearly looks fine and ready to wrestle! He made a mistake headbutting that fan like that.

Remi: This is a man who believes that he’s the reincarnation of some Bull named Bodacious! Does that NOT sound weird to you. I mean come on! I’ve seen bums in California who sound saner that Bodacious. This is guy who clearly was piledrived to the floor when he was a baby and is not fit for society much less a wrestling ring!

Mike sighs heavily.

Remi: YOU KNOW I’M RIGHT MIKEY!

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As soon as Bodacious’ song ends, the opening cords of UltraNUB by Blu Stahl begins to play. Several flashes of blue and green lights illuminate various parts of the arena and entrance ramp to the beat of the song, all stopping with a cascade falling at the top center as Blue Stahli screams… YOU WANT IT ALL RIGHT NOW!!! At this point, the fans begin roaring as Jaice Wilds is spotted on a platform a few feet above the ramp. He raises his arms into an X, taking a moment to watch the crowd respond in kind before… 3! 2! 1! Wilds flips forward off the platform, landing superhero style on the ramp below. He looks up, removing the hood from his face and tossing his shades into the crowd.

Jessica: Ladies and gentlemen, making his way to the ring!! From Puerto Vehlo, Brazil weighing in at one hundred and eighty-four pounds! He is the Final General and YOUR Xtreme Aerialist!! He is JAICE! WIIIIIIIILLLLLLDSSSS!!!

The crowd continues to roar in excitement while Wilds stops at the bottom of the ramp, taking in a deep breath and signing the rosarie before launching forward, corkscrewing himself to fly between the top and middle ring ropes and rolling to his feet once inside the ring. He looks to each side of the ring, the fans on their feet as he heads for a turnbuckle. Bodacious smirked as soon as Jaice enters the ring, bending down and pointing his fingers near his temples signifying horns. Jaice raises and eyebrow before heading to the top turnbuckle to pose at the adoring crowd.

Remi: Even the poor mans Jeff Hardy agrees with me. Bodacious needs to be quarantined and have his brain be examined. It could be help future wrestlers I mean it could help people with Alzheimer disease!

Mike stares at Remi as though he was the crazy one.

Clearwater: Will you please stop talking? And It’s Jaice Wilds the resident daredevil preparing for action. His highflying, crowd pleasing style has gained him a huge fanbase with some even pegging Jaice to become the next APW Heavyweight Champion!

Remi: OVERRATED! Let me tell you something Mike! A spot happy man like Jaice Wilds will NEVER be a main eventer! You think all that flippy shit will be a match for wrestlers who know what they’re doing?! It may work for Mexico but not in a REAL wrestling corporation!

Clearwater: That’s what the fans are saying and given Jaice’s success in past wrestling companies, it’s hard to argue with them!

Remi: The fans are sheep! They think just because a guy jumps of things means that they’re a good wrestler! Well guess what?! They’re garbage! Jaice is a man who has never wrestled a five-star match in his life! I don’t think he’s even wrestled a one-star match!

Clearwater: Wait a minute Remi! You said at Showdown that you shared a special connection with the fans!

Remi: I have NO idea what you’re talking about Mike! I have never said that before in my life! You’re just making stuff up.

Mike slumps on his chair shaking his head while the crowd pops at the sound of I’ve been Everywhere by Jonny Cash. Road Dawg arrives at the entrance riding a Jet-Black Harley-Davidson Softtail Fatboy with pyro fountains going off behind him. The North American Championship is seen wrapped around his waist. Jaice and Bodalicous continue to hype themselves up while Road Dawg steps out from his motorcycle.

Jessica: Riding his way to the ring from the middle of nowhere weighing in at 220 pounds the North American Champion: Road Dawg!

Clearwater: Well Road Dawg has fought a hellacious triple threat match at Showdown which saw the unfortunate injury of Trent Page. He suffered a broken Spine due to a Lights Out Powerbomb by Road Dawg near the end of the match. It really shows that while they fight for your entertainment, the bumps and bruises that these wrestlers take are real and are not to be tried at home.

Remi: Road Dawg impressed me, I thought he was some Sons of Anarchy reject but he pulled his weight in that match. I’m still pissed that he crippled my man Trent! That was Bush League!

Clearwater: Unfortunately, stuff like that happens all the time in Wrestling. It’s the price that many of these Wrestlers must be aware of.

Remi: Yeah whatever! Watch Trent bounce back from that injury and kick the shit out of Road Dawg! You’ll see!

After posing at the crowd, Road Dawg takes off his championship belt and gives it to Jessica who is still wearing the hat and shades given to her by Bodacious. Jessica exits the ring and referee calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Clearwater: Triple Threat match underway!

The three men circle one another, the crowd looking at them uncertain who to cheer for. Bodacious begins to bend down again his fingers pointing upward ready to charge. Jaice begins laugh putting his guard down until Bodacious charges at Jaice hitting him with a spear!

Clearwater: What a move by Bodacious!

Remi: It turns there’s some brains in that addled head of his after all! Great fakeout by Bodacious.

Bodacious rolls on his feet trying to attack Road Dawg with a clothesline but Road Dawg counters with an atomic drop causing Bodacious to bounce around grabbing his groin. While Jaice is still down near the corner clutching his ribs. Road Dawg Irish Whips Bodacious off the ropes and brings him down with a hip toss and as soon as Bodacious crashes on the mat, Road Dawg immediately converts the move into an arm bar.

Clearwater: Nice sequence by the North American Champion! What ring presence!

Bodacious cries out in pain as Road Dawg locks in the submission maneuver. Bodacious was in the middle of the ring using his free hand to encourage the fans to clap. Bodacious begins unloading hard punches Road Dawg’s knee. While Road Dawg growls in pain, he still has the Arm Lock secure. Jaice Wilds gets up somewhat recovered from Bodacious’ spear and gets out of the ring leaping on the top rope of a 450 splash hitting the Road Dawg and forcing him to relinquish the hold!

Remi: Nice move by Jaice! Can do without the flashy stuff though!

Jaice holds on to ribs using the ropes to haul himself up. Bodacious meanwhile is holding on to his arm and is intense pain. Road Dawg is grabbing his knee while propping himself up. Jaice hops to the middle rope and turns around hitting Road Dawg with a springboard Enzguri! Road Dawg falls back first as Jaice covers him for the pin. The ref counts to one then two… and then Bodacious breaks the pin before the ref can counts to three. Bodacious is on his knee leaving him vulnerable to a flurry of Tajiri like kicks by Jaice. Bodacious was hit in the ribs, face and chest as the crowd cheered Jaice loudly. Jaice was about to land one more kick, but Bodacious caught Jaice’s leg midair and gets up.

Clearwater: Bodacious with the nice block!

Bodacious shakes his head smiling, Jaice tries counter with a kick to the Bodacious’ head but Bodacious ducks grabbing Jaice’s other leg in the process. Jaice is now held in a wheelbarrow position with Road Dawg getting back up watching Jaice and Bodacious lock up. Road Dawg saw an opening and rushed at Bodacious. Using his hands, Jaice springs himself up in the air with Bodacious unable to control him releasing Jaice’s legs midair. Jaice then grabs Bodacious’ head and while from the corner of his eye he sees Road Dawg charging at him. Jaice shifts his body around in preparation to give Bodacious a DDT HOWEVER Jaice uses other arm to grab Road Dawg In the back of the head to simultaneously perform a DDT facebuster on the two wrestlers!

Remi: What a move by Jaice!

Bodacious lands on the top of his head while Road Dawg’s face lands flat on the mat. Bodacious falls frontwards while Jaice gets up and roars at the cheering crowd. However, Road Dawg quickly recovers and walks towards Jaice, spinning him around and giving him a Pumphandle Slam. The ring shakes with Jaice having the wind knocked out of him from that move. Road Dawg was on his knees trying to catch his breath until Bodacious gets up and lifts Road Dawg for a backbreaker. Road Dawg goes down hard and Bodacious quickly covers him. The Ref counts one then two, but Road Dawg kicks out before the ref counted to three.

Clearwater: Kick out by the North American Champion!

Remi: Road Dawg showing resiliency! Come on Road Dawg! I got money on you!

Bodacious tries to stretch his arm which was still feeling the affects of Road Dawg’s arm lock from earlier. Jaice recovers grabbing his rib in the process, Jaice staggers turning his back to Road Dawg who approaches him. Jaice then executes the pele kick hitting Bodacious on the skull sending back to the corner of the ring. The crowd cheers for Jaice as he stares at Bodacious.

Clearwater: Jaice thinking about going high risk here!

Jaice rushes towards Bodacious but as soon as he closes in Bodacious lifts him up with one hand trying to push out of the ring however Jaice lands feet first on to the top turnbuckle. Sensing what he’s doing, Bodacious turns around and puts Jaice into a headlock! While Jaice tries fight out of it, Bodacious slowly climbs up to the top turnbuckle.

Clearwater: What’s Bodacious doing?!

Remi: SUPERPLEX!

Bodacious raises his freehand for the cheering crowd and executes the superplex! Jaice is down and out but Road Dawg is standing on his feet holding his arms wide waiting for an opportunity to strike. Bodacious is slow to get up and it looks like he strained his back judging by the way he’s grabbing it. As soon as Bodacious is on his feet. Road Dawg lifts him up for the Death Valley Driver!

Remi: THAT’S MY BOY ROAD DAWG! SHOW THEM WHY YOU’RE THE CHAMPION!

Jaice tries get up but is greeted by a big boot by Road Dawg. Jaice tries to get up again but Road Dawg lays him out with a spine buster. As soon as Road Dawg was finished with Jaice he was hit by a vicious spear by Bodacious who pins Road Dawg but unfortunately Road Dawg rolls his shoulder at two.

Clearwater: So many counters…..

Remi: That’s how Triple Threats go Mike! You must be very cautious to not let your opponent get a pin while you’re down.

Bodacious gets on his knees but a recovered Jaice bounces off the ropes and hits Bodacious with a slingblade. Bodacious quickly gets up but quickly meets a spinning back elbow by Jaice, Bodacious gets up again and attempts a sloppy looking clothesline but Jaice ducks and hits a German Suplex on Bodacious. The crowd cheers as Jaice poses for the crowd as it seems that Bodacious can take some serious punishment. Jaice locks Bodacious up and hits the Spanish Fly.

Clearwater: Looks like Jaice is ready to go top rope!

Remi: What’s he going to do?! Pin him damn it!

Jaice climbs to the top rope ready to leap off but Road Dawg runs to Jaice and lifts him up for the Lights Out! Jaice tries to punch Road Dawg on the head rapidly but Road Dawg endures the blows and hits his finishing move!

Clearwater: Lights Out!

Remi: It’s done! I’m collecting bank this match!

The crowd roars in excitement as Road Dawg begins to cover Jaice for the pin. However, Jaice puts Road Dawg in a cradle for the Referee to count to three! Road Dawg kicks out a second too late shocked at what transpired while Jaice raises hand in jubilation!

Jessica: Here is your winner: Jaice Wilds!

Allen Anderson Segment

Allen Anderson rushes out from the entrance armed with a steel chair, he slides inside the ring and gets up preparing to strike Jaice Wilds.The crowd boos loudly.

Clearwater: Wait a minute who's that?!

Remi: That's Allen Anderson! What the hell is he doing here?!

Clearwater: I don't know Remi he has malicious intent here!

Jaice slowly gets off the mat dazed from the match he didn't pay attention to the crowd screaming for him to turn around. As soon as Jaice turns, Allen strikes Jaice in the skull with the steel chair. A thunderous smack is heard through out the arena even reaching the nosebleed sections. The crowd held its breath for a moment but then began to boo loudly Jaice stumbled and then collapsed landing head first on to the mat.

Remi: What a chair shot by Allen Anderson!

Clearwater: But why would he do this?!

Remi: You haven't been following his twitter lately! Allen is pissed that people are making fun of him and he's not going to stand for it.

Blood begins spew out from Jaice's forehead and continued to pour freely quickly covering covering Jaice's face with the crimson mask. Jaice struggles to recover from the blow getting on his knees but is struggling to stand on his feed. Jaice's eyes are closed shut do to the seemingly endless amount of blood gushing out from his cut forehead and landing on his eyes. It's reminiscent to the time when Eddie Guerrero bled heavily during his match against JBL at Judgement Day 2004. The Referee yells at Allen to stop attempting to take the chair away from him, however Allen raises the chair high feigning an attack causing the referee to retreat out of the ring screaming like a little girl. There's a mid-shot of Allen laughing while he's holding the steel chair, the bottom half is dented and has some of Jaice's blood on it. Jaice half of his his body soaked his own blood attempts to stop the continuous bleeding by covering the wound on his forehead. Allen however, hits Jaice across the face with the steel chair knocking him out.

Clearwater: This is just awful......

Remi: This is how you make it through this business by making statements like this! You're not going to make it if you're going to be soft!

Clearwater: But is this how do it? By beating a man half to death with his back turned?! What happened to winning matches the right way?! Winning the the respect of the wrestlers and fans?! Not resorting to this thuggery!

Remi: Mikey boy you don't know the ins and outs of this business! Sometimes you gotta be tough and make statements!

The crowd continues to boo loudly while Allen presses on his assault on the knocked out Jaice. Hitting him with in the back of the head repeatedly with the steel chair, Allen then struck Jaice on the back and the arms. Allen throws the steel chair with reckless abandon on the back of Jaices neck, blood continuing to ooze out from his skull.

Clearwater: I can't watch this......

Remi: Fuck you Mike, you can watch Oldin beat a man half to death two weeks ago but you can't this?! This is wrestling! Stuff like this should happen all the time! You gotta swerve the audience!

Clearwater: Thank for that Vince Russo.

Allen grabs Jaice by the scruff of the neck, by now a quarter of the ring is caked with Jaice's blood. Laughing Allen leans close to Jaice his forehead nearly touching his bloodied one. The camera zooms in to listen to what Allen has to say.

Allen: You think you bad huh?! It's easy to talk shit behind a monitor but now look at you weak ass bitch! Can't handle a beatdown like this! You wrong about me Jaice! You don't know greatness when you see it! That's because your ass has never been great! But now you'll know motherfucker, you'll know that Allen Anderson is a man who won't taken down without fight! You're first on list homie! Be grateful I'm actually paying attention to you!

Allen lifts Jaice up and then slams his head on to the steel chair. Allen is covered in Jaice's blood now but he's grinning from ear to ear embraces the boos that are descending upon him. The referee who was now outside of the ring is ordering Allen to stop the beating Jaice up. Allen snorted contemptuously and spit on the ref's eye the referee stumbled back hitting the wall separating the fans while frantically rubbed his eye.

Allen: Fucking ref.....

Allen then drags Jaice to the corner of the ring and leaps on to the top turnbuckle. He stands and then poses for the booing crowd performing the Harlem Renaissance on to the knocked out Jaice. Five Referees from the back began to sprint towards the ring while Allen retreats smiling and laughing at Jaice Wild's expense. The Referees along with the Ref that Jaice just spit on check on Jaice Wilds with one of them taking a piece of cloth to wipe the blood from his brow.

Ref: He's not breathing.

The ref forms an "X" on his arms indicating that he Jaice severe medical attention. The EMT's arrive and began carrying Jaice on a stretcher while Allen looks with a satified and grin and retreated to the back. The camera fades to black with one last shot of Allen heading to the locker room.

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E06 08/05/19 *Complete* Aug 5, 2019 18:16:25 GMT -5

Post by BonnieBlue on Aug 5, 2019 18:16:25 GMT -5

Bryan "Buzz" Worthy vs Allen Anderson

“I Disappear” by Metallica blasts out of the venue's speakers. Buzz walks out onto the stage during the opening riff. Going from one side to another, he acknowledges the crowd, before kneeling and pointing outward with both arms. He then points at his own chest, jumps to his feet, and runs to the ring.

Jessica: "Hailing from Apache Junction, Arizona, and weighing 235 pounds, Bryan "Buzz" Worthy!"

Worthy enters the ring up the steps. He walks to his corner and climbs the turnbuckle, again pointing out to the crowd. He then drops down, removes and passes off his robe, and readies himself for the match.

“Chief Rocka” by Lords of Underground begins to echo throughout the arena. Allen Anderson makes his way out onto the stage and stands looking at the ground a red hoodie. He lifts his head and lets out a visceral roar to the crowd. He rips the hoodie off and throws it on the ground at the top of the ramp before slowly making his way the ring. His face is covered with a cocky grin. As he approaches the ring he extends his arm and points his finger at Buzz Worthy and then makes a throat slitting gesture. He climbs into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle.

Jessica: Hailing from Harlem, New York and weighing 220 poinds, The Man, The Myth, The Legend, Allen Anderson!

Remi: Looks like we have a match here. I like the cut of Allen Anderson. A man who doesn’t kindly to people making a mockery of him.

Clearwater: Mockery, Remi? Buzz simply stated the truth.

Remi: Real men don’t use twitter to pick a fight.

Clearwater: Real men accept the truth.

Remi: You wanna fight.

DING DING DING!

Clearwater: Sheesh. And the bell has rung and we have a lock up.

Anderson and Buzz lock up in the middle of the ring with a collar and elbow tip. Anderson pushes down and Buzz starts to back up under the force Anderson is applying, but Buzz slips out of the hold and ducks behind Anderson. He shoves him the back so Anderson bounces off the ropes.

Clearwater: ROLL UP! ROLL UP! There is the count.

One!

Two!!

Remi: And Anderson powers out.

Both men get to their feet. The are staring at each other. Worthy taps the side of his head with his right index finger. Anderson stands there fuming.

Clearwater: What a cerebral move by Buzz Worthy there.

Remi: Cheap tricks by a cheap wrestler and you saw a simple roll up wasn’t going to stop the man the myth the legend Allen Anderson again.

Anderson charges Buzz, and Buzz ducks out of the way. Both men bounce off the ropes and Buzz hits Anderson with a high cross body, Anderson rolls with the move and throws Worthy off him. Worthy lands on his feet and is able to kick Anderson in the head as he gets up, leaving Anderson stunned, in a kneeling position. Worthy quickly slams Double A’s head into the mat with a reverse neckbreaker.

Clearwater: Buzz in control early.

Remi: He’s got lucky so far, Clearwater..

Worthy tries to push home the advantage and lifts Anderson to his feet. He whips him into the corner and follows up with a Stinger Splash. Worthy drops back and Anderson stumbles forward out of the corner. Buzz tries to assault Anderson with a forceful clothesline buy Allen ducks the clothesline and hits Worthy with mule kick as he goes past him.

Remi: Yeh!

Anderson turns around and grabs Buzz and literally throws him out of the corner. Buzz back bounces off the canvas and he lands on the feet. Anderson charges like a raging bull out of the corner and flattens Buzz Worthy with a BRUTAL clothesline.

Remi: Who’s talking shit now, bee-yotch.

Anderson mounts the fallen Bryan Worthy and starts unloading with painful forearms all around the head. His swings are wild and without control. Worthy is trying to cover up but he is copping a pounding of epic proportions. Anderson roars and lifts Buzz to his feet. He hits Worthy with an european uppercut to stagger him and follows it up with a big kick to the gut.

Clearwater: It looks like Anderson is taking Worthy for a ride.

Remi: He’s up! He’s DOWN!

Clearwater: Powerbomb by Anderson.

Remi: Cover. THIS. IS. OVER!

One!

Two!!

Remi: NOOO! That was a slow count.

Clearwater: It looked normal speed to me.

Anderson pounds the mat in frustration. Anderson gets to his knees and pulls Worthy with him. Worthy hits Anderson with a gut punch as they are getting to their feet. Worthy grabs Anderson around the head and sends him into the corner. Worthy follows up with a raging clothesline and then lifts Anderson onto the top turnbuckle. Worthy climbs after him,

Clearwater: This looks like trouble.

Remi: Trouble for Buzz maybe. My man, Allen Anderson has got this.

Clearwater: What is Buzz going for here.

Remi: YES! Go Allen!

Anderson starts throwing punches at Worthy who is standing on the second rope. Worthy is throwing punches back. Both men are in a precarious position. Anderson starts to get the upper hand. Worthy stumbles and falls off the ropes. He lands on his and comes back at Anderson who kicks him in the head.

Remi: The Man.

Anderson launches at Worthy and hits him with a diving clothesline.

Remi: The Myth.

Anderson rolls through landing and comes straight back at Worthy and lands a forearm on the bridge of the nose of his fallen opponent.

Remi: The Legend.

Anderson looks around and climbs the turnbuckles as Buzz lays prone on the mat. He points at Worthy and jumps off.

Remi: 450 Splash!

Clearwater: KNEES UP!

Remi: Get up Allen! Get up!

Clearwater: Both men are down!

One! Two! Three! Four! Five!

Buzz starts to rise, slowly pushing himself to his hands and knees.

Seven!

Anderson begins to stir.

Eight!

With a sudden burst of energy, Worthy finds his feet and rises, stopping the referee's count. Anderson stumbles up, only to be caught with a knee to the midsection that doubles him over! Buzz senses his opportunity and grabs Anderson by the head, putting him in position as Worthy signals for his finisher.

Remi: HERE IT COMES!

Worthy lifts Anderson to his shoulder, then swiftly brings him crashing down with a devastating impact!

Clearwater: The Buzz Bomb! And the cover!

With his knee planted firmly on Allen Anderson's chest, the referee drops for the count.

One!

Two!!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!

Jessica: And the winner of this match -- BRYAN "BUZZ" WORTHY!!!!!

"I Disappear" by Metallica thunders through the arena as Worthy stands, shrugging off the ref to raise both arms in triumph, posing for the cheering crowd as Allen Anderson slides out of the ring, a murderous look on his face as he makes his way up the ramp.

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E06 08/05/19 *Complete* Aug 5, 2019 18:22:07 GMT -5 Allen Anderson likes this

Post by BonnieBlue on Aug 5, 2019 18:22:07 GMT -5

Lilianna Rose and Alex Scott vs Sandy Coconutz and Michael J. Brilliance

Clearwater: And of course the music you hear is Leliana Rose's. She's making her way to the ring for what should be a pretty good tag match.

Remi: Pretty good? That's all you have to say? Ms. Rose is a once in a lifetime talent! She deserves much higher praise than 'pretty good'!

Clearwater: No disrespect intended, of course. I just think that between her, Alex Scott, and the tag team of Michael J. Brilliance and Sandy Coconutz, this should be a pretty good outing. Both teams want to win to--

Remi: Shut up and watch the spectacle! If you're not a believer yet, you will be!

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

Clearwater: And of course her partner Alex Scott. I'm not sure I like the way they're looking at one another, Remi.

Remi: Why not? They're both singles competitors. They're not used to tag-team competition here in APW.

Clearwater: Be that as it may, I can't help but wonder how long it will be before these two individuals butt heads. They didn't necessarily have much in the way of kind words for one another in their press for this match.

Remi: Why are you such a shit-stirrer? Look at you, already stirring the pot!

Clearwater: What? I did no such thing! It's well documented that both Alex Scott and Leliana Rose are not the most giving of individuals. It might be fair to call both of them--

Remi: What? Narcissistic?

Clearwater: --Independent.

Nobody Likes me by Deuce hits the sound system and Michael comes bouncing out of the back to the music. He tries to slap hands with fans but regularly misses by accident as he makes his way down to the ring. Inside the ring he rolls under the bottom rope and stands in the corner, still trying to act all tough and cool.

Remi: And here you see what happens when a rich guy without an athletic bone in his body makes a mockery of our sport.

Clearwater: Oh will you stop? Michael J. Brilliance is a fine young man who is getting his chance to do something he loves.

Remi: You didn't contradict me.

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. He 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.

Clearwater: Oh Sweet Christmas--

Remi: What? Were you expecting something else? I don't know if you know this, Cleary, but professional wrestling is not a reputable business.

Clearwater: But do we really need to allow someone who is clearly inebriated to compete? This has to be breaking at least a dozen different laws. Not to mention sanctions from the athletic commission.

Remi: So what if it is? You know what the Alpha Pro-Wrestling motto is? “If you want blood, we got it!”

Clearwater: Let's just call this match.

Remi: All right, I'm just saying, don't have a Kaepernick moment and still expect to work here tomorrow.

Clearwater: ANYWAY, it looks like Michael J. Brilliance and Sandy Coconutz have decided to play rock-paper-scissors to decide on who starts this match. And it looks like Sandy has won. Not sure how.

Remi: Look on the other side. You see that? Alex Scott is telling Rose to take a hike, that he's got this, and she's not going.

Clearwater: True enough. The bell hasn't even rung and the two are already at odds. You have to wonder what that could be mean for the conclusion of this bout.

Remi: If these two somehow lose to the only klutz bigger than Mr. Magoo and a barfly APW Management peeled off the sidewalk, then it has to be because of Alex Scott. I can't see the great Leliana Rose failing. Especially against these two. Alex Scott, on the hand, eh.

Clearwater: It looks like Alex Scott has somehow convinced Ms Rose to head to the apron. He's squaring up on Sandy who is... well, lurching.

DING DING DING!

Clearwater: And a tag by Leliana Rose!

Remi: Ha! Look at Scott's stupid face! He can't believe it!

Clearwater: The referee instructing Scott to the outside as Rose comes in. Sandy doesn't seem to realize the match has started. Rose jumps in for the single-leg takedown, but Sandy stuffs it! Wow did you see that? Lightning quick!

Remi: what the hell...

Clearwater: Sandy with the pivot, pops the hips, she's going for a rear naked choke! The crowd is going nuts! Could we have an upset on our hands?!

Remi: WHAT THE HELL!

Clearwater: Sandy is cinching it in! Rose is fighting for her life! Who the hell thought Sandy Coconutz had it in her!

Remi: OH GOD! MS. ROSE, NO! SHE'S TOO PRETTY TO LOSE!

Clearwater: She's struggling! Sandy is holding on tight! Rose is inching to the ropes! Rose is getting closer! Closer! There it is! Rope break!

Remi: How the hell did that happen?! That lush is a drunken loser, she's not supposed to know how to fight!

Clearwater: Well apparently she does! And Rose is looking just a mite more concerned than she did a moment ago! Sandy is sitting with her legs crossed. She's pointing and laughing at Leliana Rose!

Remi: And Ms. Rose looks so... confused. She—Oh that's underhanded!

Clearwater: A quick tag from Alex Scott! That broke the spell Rose was under!

Remi: That was straight up sneaky, Cleary!

Clearwater: Scott enters the ring and he's circling Sandy. She's not doing much at all. This is an interesting strategy. Scott circles behind and goes for a waistlock. Sandy takes it. Scott picks her up and ragdolls her with a side slam! He's keeping the waistlock in tight! Sandy tries to break out of it, but she can't. Scott brings her up again, and slams her down again! And again! And again! Oh Jeez...

Remi: She barfed! She puked all over the ring! Scott breaks the waistlock!

Clearwater: And he's backing away, but Sandy is getting to her feet. She turns and stumbles into him! She's reaching, clutching at Alex Scott wherever she can grab hold, and she--

Remi: EW! YUCK! UGH! choking, gagging sounds

Clearwater: She plants him with a liplock! She's got her tongue and God knows what else half-way down his throat! Alex Scott shoves her away! He's trying to get the taste of Sandy out of his mouth! She stumbles up behind... school boy! The referee is counting!

One!

Two!

THR—

Clearwater: Dear God only a two! That's as close a two count as you're ever going to see, ladies and gentlemen! But it's still only two! Alex Scott is grabbing the referee and making sure of it.

Remi: Sandy Coconutz just came within a cunt hair of stealing this match!

Clearwater: Alex Scott looks at Sandy. He's pacing back and forth now. He doesn't seem sure how to proceed.

Remi: And why would he? Everything he and Ms. Rose have done has backfired spectacularly! I did not expect this from Sandy Coconutz of all people!

Clearwater: Be that as it may, Alex Scott is circling the drunk now. And a blind tag from Leliana Rose. Alex Scott looks a little miffed. But. Also relieved. I have to imagine that taste is going to linger for a long time tonight. Leliana Rose on the other hand dives right in for a dropkick. Sandy is caught on the chin! She must've been staring off into space!

Remi: No, she was just trying to hail the beer man!

Clearwater: Sandy gets to her feet and comes swinging into Rose! Rose ducks and hits the ropes, hurricanrana! Again off the ropes and a basement dropkick to the side of the head! Cover!

One!

Two!!

Remi: THAT WAS THREE, REF!

Clearwater: Only a two count there. She pulls Sandy to her feet. Side headlock. Sandy shoots her off. Rose ducks the clothesline. Comes back, and Sandy catches her with a back body drop!

Remi: Did you see the elevation?! AH!

Clearwater: Rose is scrambling to her feet! She's holding her back! She walks right into a scoop slam! Sandy falls on her ass from the impact! Rose looks dazed. Sandy hits the ropes. A wild senton drop!

Remi: Wild? That senton had all the grace of a chicken launched from a slingshot!

Clearwater: Sandy grabs a handful of hair and yanks.

Remi: Don't pull so hard you drunken bitch! Weaves are expensive!

Clearwater: Sandy hits a suplex. She holds on. She pops and twists and pulls Rose back up. She hits another! And another! And another! My God she's going for it again and... she hits it! Sandy is back up and stumbling in circles! Leliana Rose is in trouble!

Remi: How the hell is this happening?!

Clearwater: Sandy stumbles into the wrong corner, and Alex Scott grabs a handful of hair! Sandy doesn't seem to realize what's happening. She's not fighting it at all.

Remi: This is genius, Cleary! You see the way he's stroking her head? Like he's going to hold her hair back? This is a brilliant strategy! Sandy is so drunk she's not going to know the difference!

Clearwater: Rose sneaks up behind Sandy, Scott slaps Sandy across the face! Sandy stumbles back and Rose drives a knee into her back! Sandy is pummelled forward! Scott decks her with a forearm shot! Sandy crumbles to the mat!

Remi: Oh, do you see this? The look on their faces? Something might be happening here.

Clearwater: Rose approaches her partner and... offers a tag?

Remi: I didn't expect this...

Clearwater: And the tag is accepted! Alex Scott and Rose both have Sandy here. Double Suplex! Rose drops an elbow! Scott hits the ropes! Standing Shooting Star Press! They're not done. Scott seems to be directing traffic here. Rose drags Sandy to her feet. She throws Sandy into Scott, Superkick!

Remi: Jesus! I think I saw a tooth fly out!

Clearwater: Sandy is down! But Scott isn't going for the pin! Neither is Rose! Instead they're staring at each other. Sizing one another up. Could this be the beginning of some kind of coalition?

Remi: It better not be! Ms. Rose is too good for the likes of that creepy pervert, Alex Scott!

Clearwater: Sandy tags her partner! Michael J. Brilliance has finally entered the match! About time! I almost forgot he was here!

Remi: From rumours I've heard, he has.

Clearwater: He's coming in like a house on fire! He charges Rose and Scott and trips over his own feet! He plants face-first into the mat! Scott and Rose share a look. They pick up Brilliance. Scott holds him in a spinebuster position. Rose off the ropes. Hart Attack!

Remi: THEY'VE MOVED ONTO TAG MOVES NOW?!

Clearwater: Apparently they have! What's the issue?

Remi: That's a little intimate, isn't it? I mean, Ms Rose is... well, she's--

Clearwater: A strong-willed, emancipated young woman, Remi. She can do what she likes.

Remi: [distorted sobbing]

Clearwater: Brilliance now is trying to get to his feet. He gets to a knee. Rose and Scott both leap in! Double shining wizard!

Remi: It's called the THORN IN YOUR SIDE! Get it right!

Clearwater: Well, whatever it was, they just cracked this poor kid's head like a coconut! Scott makes the cover! So does Rose!

One!

Two!!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!

Clearwater: What a match! What a tag team! Alex Scott and Leliana Rose have done it!

Remi: But what does this mean for next week? Is Ms. Rose going to... you know...

Clearwater: Oh get over it, Remi. And this is a good sight to see. Alex Scott and Leliana Rose having their hands raised by the official. Oh wait, hold on.

The two lock eyes for a moment, it lingers, seems to stretch into eternity. Rose is the first to pull away. She shoves Alex Scott and exits the ring, leaving her tag partner bewildered in the ring.

---

In the immortal words of Tag Team: Whoomp, there it is.

Last Edit: Aug 5, 2019 19:07:52 GMT -5 by Jason Zurra

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E06 08/05/19 *Complete* Aug 5, 2019 18:23:28 GMT -5 Allen Anderson likes this

Post by BonnieBlue on Aug 5, 2019 18:23:28 GMT -5

Smith Jones vs Fuckin’ A vs Christian Guillen

Remi: This has been one seriously action-packed night here in Fort Worth, my dudes and dudettes, and it literally keeps getting better, y’all!

Clearwater: That it does! Next up is quite possibly the most anticipated triple threat match in recent memory as Number One Contender Smith Jones goes to battle against two newcomers to Alpha Pro Wrestling -- Christian Guillen and *ahem* Freakin’ A!

Remi: This match is gonna be lit, bro! And I am a candle in the wind on this one -- we know what Smitty brings, but these other two dudes are hot fire and I can’t wait to see them tear it up right now!

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: 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 the 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.

Clearwater: This is a man who has been walking the razor’s edge since his first match, and against all conventional reason, it seems to be working for him!

There's a blackout in the arena. There's a thumping beat. Electronic. The good stuff. Suddenly a tone is heard, pulsating, rhythmic, it's crunchy and delicious. There are lights flickering in time with the beat. Green, blue, purple, orange. In the entrance way a black curtain parts, and a man steps out, little more than a silhouette. The lights are still flashing. The music kicks into the chorus and we recognize "The Drone Racing League" by a band that's way too cool for you have heard of, and the interval of flashing lights becomes longer and longer. We get a clear look at the man on the stage: it's Fuckin' A.

Jessica: Next to the ring, weighing in at one-hundred ninety-nine pounds, from Desperation, Nevada… he is the “Dirtbag Daredevil” -- FUCKIN’ A!

Hair tousled, leather jacket adorned, sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose just so, we see that he is dressed for action. He makes his way to the ring, climbs up the steel steps, and springboards into the ring, rolling into the centre where he climbs to his feet and then mounts the ropes, posing for the imagined adulation of the crowd.

After he's sure that all have had their chance at flash photography, Fuckin' A heads to his designated corner where he sits slumped in the corner, awaiting the opening bell.

Remi: I still can’t believe this guy’s getting away with calling himself that -- and I love it!

Jessica: And finally, weighing in at two-hundred fifty-five pounds… from Truth or Consequences, New Mexico, he is “The Last One Standing” -- CHRISTIAN GUILLEN!!!!

The opening sounds from the piano flit across the arena as “Unself Portrait” by Artificial Language begins to play, the lights shifting colors as the tune changes. The lights pause a bright orange, then go black, then the opening riff hits lighting the arena its normal color. Christian Guillen kneels on the entrance ramp, his back turned towards the ring. He rises to his feet, turns, and runs down the ring, slides underneath the bottom rope. He kneels face pointing towards the turnbuckle, then rises to his feet.

Clearwater: All three of these men look ready for a fight!

DING DING DING!

Remi: You better believe it, bro! Guillen wastes no time charging at Smitty, but Jones stops him with a chop block!

Not to be outdone, Fuckin’ A wades into the battle and nails Smith Jones with a clobbering forearm, then turns on Christian Guillen with a devastating European uppercut! Jones returns with a roaring elbow, backing A off. Another elbow forces him back another step. Guillen spins Fuckin’ A around and into a belly-to-belly suplex, but before he can capitalize, Jones pulls Guillen toward him to deliver a suplex of his own!

Clearwater: Two men down, and Smitty proving why he’s the Number One Contender to Masuda Jubei’s crown!

Fuckin’ A leaps back to his feet and heads for the ropes, but Smith Jones cuts him off before he can get there and nails the Dirtbag Daredevil with a knee to the gut. Setting A up for a piledriver, but it never comes! Christian Guillen runs in with a clothesline and drops Jones to the mat! Just as Fuckin’ A starts to recover, Guilllen drops him with an armdrag takedown. Guillen follows up with a Military Press just as Smith Jones gets to a vertical base again. Jones with a powerful Yakuza kick and now it’s Guillen who’s in trouble! Smitty follows up with a drop toehold then capitalizes with a cobra clutch!

Remi: Holy guacamole, dude, I have never seen this much intensity this early in a match! Smith taking control fast, but he’d better watch out! Fuckin’ A on the ropes now and he’s airborne!

A launches himself at his two opponents, effectively breaking up the submission and leaving all three men lying on the mat. He picks himself up and grabs a weakened Christian Guillen by the arm, dragging him to his feet, to whip him across the ring. But Guillen resists and reverses! He sends Fuckin’ A flying into the ropes! A catches himself and slingshots back toward Guillen with a moonsault that sends Christian crashing into a recovering Smith Jones!

Clearwater: Daredevil tactics already paying off here tonight for Fuckin’ A, but is it enough for him to pull out a victory?

A groggy Jones stumbles, shaking off the cobwebs as Fuckin’ A takes his measure. Fuckin’ A runs past him, hits the ropes, and springboards into a hurricanrana, sending Jones crashing against the turnbuckles. About to pursue, A is stopped in his tracks by a hand on his shoulder -- Christian Guillen turns the Dirtbag Daredevil around and lifts him up for a Uranage!

Remi: Uranage! And Guillen really is the Last One Standing! Jones recovering in the corner and it’s anybody’s match right now! Guillen goes for the pin!

One!

Two!!

THR--

Clearwater: Freakin’ A with the shoulder up!

Guillen can’t believe it, but the referee is showing him two fingers and shaking his head. With quiet resolve, Guillen pulls A upright and positions him for a side slam -- only to find himself face-to-face with Smith Jones! Smirking, Jones shakes his head and wiggles a finger at Guillen, which gives A the opportunity to slip out of his grasp! All at once, Jones explodes into action with a headbutt out of nowhere that leaves Christian Guillen dazed. With an assist by Fuckin’ A, Jones lifts Guillen and drops him across his knee for a savage backbreaker. A, meanwhile, sprints for the corner and up the turnbuckles, looking for a quick end to the match. Jones spots him and chases after. With A perched on top, and Jones firmly balanced on the middle ‘buckle, the two start trading blows! A hard left nearly topples Fuckin’ A to the outside, but miraculously, he holds on and swings back with a wild haymaker! Jones grabs A around the waist and heaves his weight up! For a singular moment, both men are perfectly balanced on the top -- and then, with a twist and a backward lunge from Smitty, they both arc through the air and come crashing down hard enough to shake the whole ring!

Remi: DUUUUDE!!!

Clearwater: Took the words right out of my mouth, Remi. Superplex off the top and you could almost feel the impact!

Remi: I know Guillen did! The Last Man isn’t Standing anymore! He took the brunt of both men crashing down on top of him!

Clearwater: And Freakin’ A isn’t looking much better! Only Smitty seems to have survived that landing, and just barely!

Remi: Barely -- but it’s enough! Smith Jones with the cover!

One!

Two!!

Fuckin’ A crawls over, trying to break up the pin, but too late as the referee slaps the mat a third and final time.

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!

Linkin Park’s “Waiting For the End” echoes through the arena as Jones climbs wearily to his feet, breathing hard as the ref lifts his hand to the roar of the crowd.

Jessica: And your winner -- SMITH JONES!!!!!

Clearwater: Jones with another decisive victory, after a grueling three-way match! Is there anything he can’t overcome?

Remi: Masuda Jubei, but the Master had better watch himself. Jones has that golden gleam in his eye, and Jubei is on his hit list! And in just a few weeks, dude, we gonna have a hell of a party to see which of them walks out the Alpha World Champion!

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E06 08/05/19 *Complete* Aug 5, 2019 18:26:34 GMT -5 Allen Anderson likes this

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Canadian Coalition vs Dean Wolf and Spartan

The opening chords of “Unstoppable” by For The Fallen Dreams begin to echo throughout the Arena, the arena lights drop out suddenly leaving the audience in darkness, as the first vocals of “Unstoppable” begin the emanate forth, the lights begin to flash rapidly. Then, as suddenly as the arena went dark, it is again bathed in light.

Standing at the top of the ramp is the current APW Hardcore Champion, Spartan. Clad is his wrestling gear of black boots and black trunks. The Hardcore Championship Belt is worn around his waist, as all title belts should be.He extends his arms out his side, perpendicular to his torso before letting out a guttaral roar and powering his one to the ring, in something just short of a full sprint. As he approaches the ring, he leaps and lands on the apron and then uses his momentum to spring from the apron and front flip into the ring.

Spartan calls for a microphone, as the music dies down the arena is filled with a cacophony of chanting.

Crowd: HE’S HARDCORE! HE’S HARDCORE!

Spartan soaks in the adulation, before using his hands to ask the crowd to quieten down.

Crowd: He’s hardcore. He’s hardcore.

He waits for the crowd’s chanting to slowly fade to silence.

Spartan: Thank you.

Spartan starts pacing the ring.

Spartan: Seriously, thank you. I appreciate the adulation.

He taps the title belt with his free hand.

Spartan: And if by hardcore you mean someone that is passionate and unrelenting in the way they go about their business. Then rightfully so, I am HARDCORE!

The line pops the crowd and Spartan needs to wait for them to quiet down before he continues.

Spartan: But, winning this title - it wasn’t anything easy. In fact, I am still sporting the bumps and bruises from Alpha Showdown. However, I am not going to let that hold me back. In the lead up to winning this belt.

He taps the belt face.

Spartan: I told Dean Wolf… and Z that I have every intention of winning this title. And I did that. Now, I am telling everyone that is listening to me - that I have no intention of standing in the corner hiding behind lamp shade and dodging challengers to pad out the days of my reign.I am a fighter I am a Warrior. I am SPARTAN! And I intend to defend this title against any and all comers any time of any day. All it will take is someone to ask that question. Do you want to fight?

Spartan pauses briefly.

Spartan: I don’t need it be anything personal. I don’t need to involve hatred or vengeance. I just you to challenge me. A test of strength, a battle of wills. Warrior locked in combat…

“SO SEEK THE WOLF IN THYSELF!”

Dean Wolf marches down the aisle. He walks right over to Jessica Kaine and grabs a microphone. He rolls into the ring and gets right in Spartan’s face, only a few inches separating their faces.

Dean Wolf: I know you don’t want anything to be personal, but when the person standing in this ring holding the Hardcore Title is you and NOT ME...it’s personal.

He waits a few seconds, breathing heavy.

Dean Wolf: You beat me. Nothing can change that, but you and I both know that you weren’t the only person to beat me that night. ZMAC beat me, too. Maybe he didn’t beat me physically like you did, but he beat me mentally. I allowed him to get inside my head. I gave him free reign to distract me from what my true objective should have been the entire time. Instead of treating the Triple Threat Match like a title defense, I treated it as a way to get ZMAC’s blood on my hands. I totally dismissed you, and you swooped in and took advantage. That’s why you’re standing here holding my title.

Wolf taps the belt with his knuckles when he says “my title” but Spartan takes a step back.

Dean Wolf: Don’t worry, son. I ain’t taking it from you right now. You’re the rightful owner and the only way I’m getting it back is if I pin you in the middle of this ring. Speaking of that, I told you in the lead-up to Alpha Showdown that I wished you and I could have just had a one-on-one match. I wished that we could have seen who was the better man when it was just you and me in the ring. Well, since you’re out here saying that you’re looking for challengers, let’s see who truly is the better man in a one-on-one situation. Let’s see who’s the better man when there are no distractions, when there are no mind games, when there is no bullshit, when the I am 100 PERCENT FOCUSED ON YOU!

Wolf breaths into the mic even heavier as he leans his head in evermore closer to Spartan’s.

Dean Wolf: At Ascension, I’m challenging you...for the Hardcore Title.

Spartan strokes his beard with his free hand.

Spartan: Ya know… I could say nah, I’ve already beaten you. But that would make me a bit of a hypocrite after I came out here calling for challengers.

Spartan unclips the APW Hardcore Title from around his waist and steps forward shoving the belt in Wolf’s face.

Spartan: But if you want at this title… you can have a shot at this title!

The crowd roars with approval. Wolf goes nose to nose with Spartan. They continue talking trash to each other.

Mike Clearwater: We’ve got ourselves a Hardcore Title Match at Ascension, but it looks like they might go at it right now!

"Working Man" by RUSH plays.

St. Remi: Yeah, but they’re gonna have to forget about that for right now because here comes their opponents!

From behind the curtain steps Mercer Quinn, Ravenous Rick Rage, and Kyle Ryder. Dean Wolf turns around and stands beside Spartan, awaiting their opponents. The Canadian Coalition and Ryder 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: The following non-title, tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Coming down the aisle, accompanied by their manager Kyle Ryder, weighing in at a total combined weight of 529 pounds, the Alpha Tag Team Champions, Rick Rage and Mercer Quinn, THE CANADIAN COALITION!

Mike Clearwater: And here are your tag champs!

St. Remi: Spartan and Wolf look readier than we’ve ever seen. Should be a good one.

Mike Clearwater: But that’s one well-oiled machine they’re facing. You can’t root against those Canucks.

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. 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, to see who starts the match. Rick holds up scissors, announcing his win to the entire arena. He takes their corner while Kyle Ryder gives them final instructions from the concourse. Spartan lines up to meet him.

DING DING DING!

Clearwater: Rage deflects the first assault with a simple hip toss—now another.

St. Remi: Spartan is just tiring himself out, which is going the Triple R’s game. Now he’s using all that flab for a full nelson.

Mike Clearwater: He goes for the slam… and Spartan reverses it into a snapmare.

St. Remi: Quick hands from someone we often peg as slow and methodical. Spartan’s really blossomed since Atlantic City. As have many.

Mike Clearwater: That’s for sure… big dropkick has Rick Rage on the run. Spartan goes after him.

St. Remi: Huge lariat cuts Rage to the canvas.

One!

Two!!

Mike Clearwater: And Rick gets free. His partner, as well as their ringside leader, Kyle Ryder, have been yammering for him since the start. Such great teamwork, Remi.

St. Remi: Yes, but right now, Spartan is defending his place in this company. You can’t let tag champs dictate your place on the card.

Mike Clearwater: True… and he takes Rick Rage over for the tag. Oh man!

St. Remi: Double Atomic drop!

Mike Clearwater: He’s pogo sticking around the ring… huge boot washing the face dry!

St. Remi: Rick’s in trouble. He need to get out of there, but Dean Wolf keeps on the pressure with a thunderous back body drop!

Mike Clearwater: That’s a lot of man hitting the canvas!

One!

Two!!

Mike Clearwater: He gets the shoulder up again.

St. Remi: Rage rolling in the center… and Wolf makes the tag.

Mike Clearwater: Running elbow pinning Triple R to the floor, but he escape the hold. He’s trying to run away, but he can’t even leave the apron without Dean Wolf holding him back.

St. Remi: Hot shot! Wolf reeling to his corner!

Mike Clearwater: Mercer Quinn makes the tag!

St. Remi: Rage! Rage! Rage!

Mike Clearwater: Rick Rage just speared Wolf out of the damn ring… wait, did he make the tag?

St. Remi: He did, and now Spartan faces a fresh man in the shape of Mercer Quinn.

Mike Clearwater: A traditional lockup—great knees from the Hardcore Champ!

St. Remi: Spartan sets up the fireman’s carry… Mercer goes behind!

Mike Clearwater: He pushes Spartan into the ropes—spear!

One!

Two!!

Mike Clearwater: Mercer Quinn gets free but he’s slow to stand. Spartan looking tire too.

St. Remi: He spent too much on that. Spartan needed that finish, bro. Now he’s finishing this thing uphill.

Mike Clearwater: Elbows raining! Both men are going for their best shot!

St. Remi: Spartan reeling… he’s need help and fast.

Mike Clearwater: But Rick Rage and Dean Wolf are still recovering outside. Can Quinn capitalize?

St. Remi: Spartan has the back… German Suplex!

Mike Clearwater: No! Mercer Quinn lands on his feet—Lightning Strike!

St. Remi: What! How did he do that!

Mike Clearwater: Spartan catches the leg… and up he goes! Revolutionizer!

One!

Two!!

THREE!!!

Jessica Kaine: And your winners… Spartan and Dean Wolf!

Mike Clearwater: Great show from this champion showcase, but the boys in red take the W.

St. Remi: Great game plan from Spartan and Wolf, but they’re just not the level of team as RRR and Mercer Quinn.

Mike Clearwater: Calling it a fluke?

St. Remi: No way, bro, but you have to wonder if the belts will bring them back to top stuff.

Mike Clearwater: Very true. No matter who’s got the belts… Spartan and Wolf steal this one from the champions.

St. Remi: You know it, Mikey… but hey kids! Metal will be right back!

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E06 08/05/19 *Complete* Aug 5, 2019 18:28:27 GMT -5 Allen Anderson likes this

Post by BonnieBlue on Aug 5, 2019 18:28:27 GMT -5

Kennedy Matthews Segment

Jaice Wilds sits down at his locker. He takes a deep breath as he opens it up. A bundle of sky blue balloons come barreling out. Jaice bats the balloons away as he looks at a card that has fallen at his feet. It reads "HI DADDY!" Jaice, confused turns around to Kennedy Matthews standing cross armed in front of him.

Kennedy: Jaice, we need to talk.

Jaice shakes his head in disbelief.

Jaice: Ken, I...

Kennedy places a finger on Jaice's lips.

Kennedy: Listen first, then you may speak.

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E06 08/05/19 *Complete* Aug 5, 2019 18:30:15 GMT -5 Allen Anderson likes this

Post by BonnieBlue on Aug 5, 2019 18:30:15 GMT -5

Junior Heavyweight Championship
Johnny Blaze vs “Full Metal” Lucy Sixx

Clearwater: It’s finally time for our first main event of the evening! The Junior Heavyweight Title is on the line, and Lucy Sixx has her hands full with tonight’s challenger!

Remi: Dude, she could have her hands full with me, if you smell what I’m cooking! Rawr!

Clearwater: Thanks for that mental image, Remi. So without further ado, let’s bring out the champ!

Jessica: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the Alpha Pro Wrestling Junior Heavyweight Championship! First to the ring… From Los Angeles, California, she is YOUR APW Junior Heavyweight Champion -- LUUUUUUCYYYY SIXX!!!!

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. She slides in and parades around with her title belt as she awaits her opponent.

Jessica: And her challenger..... From Chicago, Illinois, he is “The Phenom” -- JOHNNYYY BLAAAAZE!!!

The lights in the arena go dim as 'Lit Up' by Buckcherry begins playing. Flames light the runway as The Phenom Johnny Blaze makes his way to the ring. He shakes hands with those at ringside before jumping over the ropes and entering. He hits the ropes and sits on the middle one as the referee explains the do's and don'ts to him.

Remi: Dude’s looking focused tonight, and with good reason. In spite of an uninspiring performance at Showdown, management is giving Blaze a chance to dethrone Lucy Sixx as Junior Heavyweight Champion!

DING! DING! DING!

Clearwater: Blaze looking to tie up with the Champ, but Lucy ducks and delivers a kick to the back of the Phenom’s knee!

Remi: Aggressive style, and that’s just what you need to hold onto that gold!

Sixx follows up with a knee to the gut that doubles Blaze over. She snakes an arm around his neck and attempts to drop him with a DDT, but Johnny Blaze fights back! He slips out of her grip and grabs Sixx around the waist, dropping her with a powerslam that resonates across the ring.

Clearwater: Big mistake on Lucy’s part, letting a big man like Blaze catch her like that!

Remi: All part of her gameplan, Mikey-bro! My girl won’t turn loose of her hard-won gold that easy!

Blaze looks for an early pin, but Lucy counters with a quick eye rake that the ref doesn’t see. Lucy back on her feet as Johnny staggers away. Lucy hits the ropes for a springboard dropkick that sends Blaze into the ropes. She rushes at him, but Blaze thinks fast and pulls down the top rope! Sixx spills over, but catches herself on the apron and takes a hard swing at her opponent!

Clearwater: Great ring awareness from both competitors here!

The Phenom takes the hit and smiles, then taps the other side of his jaw. Sixx obliges, this time with a backhand. Still smiling, Blaze absorbs that one, too. Lucy stares at him in disbelief as he grabs her by the shoulders and yanks her back into the ring! Blaze follows up with an armdrag, but Sixx rolls through and slides out of his reach.

Remi: Amazing agility! I’m gonna marry that girl!

Blaze goes after Sixx again -- and walks right into a moonsault! Mounting him, Sixx rains down rights and lefts mercilessly.

Clearwater: That moonsault from Lucy Sixx has proven deadly time and again -- as Johnny Blaze just found out!

Johnny finally frees himself with an authoritative shove that sends Sixx into the ropes. He charges right after her and nearly takes her head off with a clothesline that sends her toppling to the outside!

Remi: DUDE! You can’t treat bae like that!

Sprawled on the ringside mats, Sixx slowly starts to get up. Johnny Blaze paces in the ring, urging her to her feet. Sixx pulls herself up onto the apron, clutching the ropes as she taunts Blaze, telling him he’s exactly like his father and daring him to prove her wrong. He takes the bait -- and walks right into Lucy’s trap! She grabs his head and pulls him into a hangman’s choke, using the ropes for leverage!

Clearwater: Looks like the champ intends to pay him back for that spill to ringside!

Lucy holds onto the struggling Blaze as his face shades from red to purple -- until the official steps in and threatens to disqualify her. At last, she releases Johnny Blaze, and only then does she climb back into the ring. With Blaze still recovering from the assault, Lucy Sixx takes full advantage and nails the challenger with a superkick! Blaze hits the mat, and Sixx makes a cover!

One!

Two!!

THR--

Remi: Almost -- but a kickout just before three and Johnny Blaze is looking a little hot under the collar now!

Blaze goes back on the offense, grabbing Sixx and pulling her close. He lifts her up for a powerslam, but Lucy Sixx fights her way out with a series of rapid-fire elbows to the Phenom’s head! He drops her, and she bounds to her feet with catlike reflexes. Crouching, she waits -- Johnny Blaze slowly turns to face her -- Sixx rushes in!

Clearwater: SPEAR! And just like that, the tables have turned again!

Blaze slumps in the corner while Sixx struts across the canvas. Then she charges, nailing Blaze with a basement dropkick. Using the ropes for leverage, she lifts herself up, and drives a knee into his chest again and again. Finally, she backs off, letting Blaze stagger out of the corner as she takes to the ropes, posing one more time to signal to the crowd before she leaps off and takes him down with a spectacular moonsault.

Remi: This is it! My girl got this dude right where she wants him and it’s all over now! METAL INQUISITION! The cover is all but academic!

One!

Two!!

THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Jessica: Your winner -- and STILL Alpha Junior Heavyweight Champion! -- LUUUCYYY SIXX!!!!

“Looks That Kill” hits the speakers, and Lucy snatches her title from the official and climbs a turnbuckle, raising it high overhead to the approving roar of the fans.

Clearwater: What a match! With a first title defense like that, can anything top this match? If Johnny Blaze can’t, is there anybody who can take this title from Lucy Sixx?

Remi: That’s my boo, proving she’s everything APW stands for!

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MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E06 08/05/19 *Complete* Aug 5, 2019 18:35:29 GMT -5 Nyeo Son and Allen Anderson like this

Post by BonnieBlue on Aug 5, 2019 18:35:29 GMT -5

MAIN EVENT
Nyeo Son vs Masuda Jubei

Clearwater: Are you ready, Jona?

Remi: For a steel cage match? How does anyone prepare for such a monstrosity?

Clearwater: Tradition wasn’t the escape act seen in today’s sport. Those old days a cage came down for one reason: To keep someone from running away. Tonight that won’t be the case.

Remi: Yeah, but who wants to be locked away Masuda Jubei? He’s a maniac.

Clearwater: Nyeo Son might be that flavor of crazy, partner. Let’s see if his gamble pays off.

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.

Jessica: Tonight’s main event is scheduled for one fall! One his way to the ring from The Chanseudom Nightclub, Suwon, South Korea… weighing 145 pounds… “the Redheaded Slut” Nyeo Son!

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: Nyeo looks readier than we’ve ever seen.

Remi: Most def, Mikey, and he knows how much is riding on the line tonight.

Clearwater: Can you believe this all began on Twitter?

Remi: Welcome to 2019… nothing surprises me anymore.

Lights lower to a dark purple with a strobe effect. Suddenly, a gong sounds with the beginning riffs of "Der Konig der Dunkleheit" by D all while fog pumps onto the stage. The big screen reads in an acrylic font:

“Osama Banzai....”

As the fog clears, the lyrics pick up, wherein Masuda Jubei stands with his arms crossed and the APW World Heavyweight Championship fastened halfway up his stomach. Fans boo his unveiling from every corner while match highlights play on the Alphatron.

Jessica: His opponent… coming to the ring from Yokohama, Japan… weighing in at 225 pounds... your reigning Alpha Pro-Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion... "The Master" Masuda Jubei!

Masuda waits until the next guitar riffs to approach the ring. His walk assumes regal authority, paying no attention to the shrill voices or random hands reaching out for him. Jubei walks menacingly around to the opposite side of the ring before scaling onto the apron. He holds the middle rope open - long enough show a glimpse of the World Title - before slipping into the ring. Once in the center, he unfastens the belt and holds it from one end so that it dangles from his wrist. Masuda then beckons the referee to his side, whom takes and passes the belt on to the timekeeper's table. The last big chorus hits just as he sets up in an open corner and gets loose. The music wanes but those deafening boos keep raining as veteran official Eddie Silk brings sets both men into their corners.

Clearwater: And here is, our world champion.

Remi: You think silk can keep this one in order?

Clearwater: To be honest, I’d have more faith in myself.

All things fall silent as the cage descends over three lost souls with no hope of escape. Crew lock it into place, leaving Nyeo and Masuda to trade disgusted stares across the ring. Fellow referee Spanky O’Shaughnessy has the honor of locking the cage doors with an industrial-sized padlock. Silk nods to him then gives his signal to the timekeeper.

DING DING DING!

Clearwater: And they lock up. Remember folks, this is a non-escape cage. These men are locked inside these steel confines until he have a winner… and Jubei begins with a side headlock.

Remi: Nyeo gets free and hits the ropes. Flying dropkick!

Clearwater: The champ ate that one but keeps coming. Nyeo Son ducks a haymaker… what was that?

Remi: Oh brother! A scorpion kick… our Korean bad boy showing remarkable flexibility.

Clearwater: And youth that has Jubei reeling early. And he goes behind… what an agile swing blade!

One!

Two!!

Clearwater: Jubei kicks out, but Nyeo is on the attack.

Remi: He’s got the champ’s arm—he’s taking Masuda to the ground!

Clearwater: Is this where you want to be?

Remi: Not against The Master. He’s well, a master of ground game.

Nyeo works towards a cobra clutch when Jubei gets his foot set, and with a hard pivot, hip tosses the hold into a fujiwara arm bar. Nyeo sinks his fingernails into Masuda’s leg enough to break free.

Remi: Look Mike, Nyeo’s flicking that arm. You know Jubei will be targeting that limb sooner or later.

Clearwater: Do you think his vigor has taken The Master by surprise?

Remi: Never… but sometimes, even if you can decipher an opponent, you can’t stop their next move. But there’s no denying that Nyeo Son is in a zone tonight, bro.

Clearwater: Jubei is up and asking for more.

Fans erupt when The Redheaded Slut tells him to piss off with a middle finger. Jubei laughs before offering another traditional lockup. Nyeo rolls to the side and dropkicks him at the knee.

Clearwater: Nyeo Son taking notes from Jubei’s game— float over DDT!

One!

Two!!

Remi: Not enough. Especially this guy, Jubei has spent his entire time in APW bloody and beaten.

Clearwater: Nyeo must have seen the tapes too.

Remi: Maybe… but can he keep it up?

Nyeo drags Jubei to the nearest turnbuckle and throws him down in its path. He then starts to climb.

Clearwater: Where’s he going?

Remi: This is a bad idea!

Clearwater: He’s cuing the crowd… and they’re just loving this!

Nyeo inches a quarter way up the cage until he finds a stable foothold.

Remi: Can he hit anything from that far up… moonstomp!

Clearwater: Nyeo just flattened the champion coming off that cage wall!

Nyeo Son stumbles but can only shake his head as his elder rises with that patented smirk. Jubei then welcomes him to bring it. He crosses his arms and tells Masuda to bring bring it.

Clearwater: Tables turned… and Jubei goes to the side, but a Nyeo elbows his waist free.

Remi: Here we go!

The Master turns around from that blow it a palm strike like a bullet to the forehead.

Clearwater: Cranberry juice! Somehow… Jubei is still standing, but his forehead is gushing.

Remi: Someone stop this. Nyeo is going to kill him!

Clearwater: He hits the ropes – what the hell! Jubei has the leg!

A careless spinning wheel kick becomes an ankle lock with a tight grapevine to ensure there’s no rope break. Jubei reels the taller Nyeo in, bleeding as he does, to get a more compact hold. His young challenger screams and pounds on the canvas in frustration, getting nowhere near the ropes’ salvation.

Clearwater: We expected for experience to define this match. Just not this late.

Remi: He’s champion for a reason. And that nickname’s inr

Clearwater: But you have to admire the work Nyeo has put in thus far. He scouted Jubei perfectly.

Remi: Until now.

Clearwater: Listen to these fans! They’re pulling hard for Nyeo Son.

Remi: It’s the Masuda Effect, bro. It doesn’t matter if you’re a puppy killer – these people will still boo Jubei over that. And it’s not even close!

Fans start chanting for Nyeo son, rejuvenating him. He crawls and drags Jubei with him until grabbing a full fist of the middle rope. Silk forces Masuda to let go, and he does, even before the count.

Remi: Jubei taking time to recoup. He put a lot into that maneuver, Mikey.

Clearwater: He looks gassed.

Remi: Submissions, especially when you’re trying to swing a match back in your favor, drain everything.

Clearwater: Nyeo is back to his feet, although nursing an elbow and an ankle.

Jubei wave him on one more time. A beast flares inside the Redheaded Slut, who rushes with all he’s got, and connects a gigantic punch with all his weight behind it. Jubei stumbles but regains himself. Jubei swings back

Clearwater: Nyeo has his hand! He’s forcing Masuda to the ground!

Remi: No no! Don’t do that!

One by one, he begins pulling back the champion’s fingers Man on Fire style. Jubei screams as that red hair looks aflame with each small joint lock.

Clearwater: I can’t watch this… oh my god!

Remi: Jubei’s getting up!

Clearwater: Poke me when it’s over!

Remi: Saito suplex! But he doesn’t have enough in the tank to go for a pin.

Clearwater: What’s happening now?

Remi: Masuda has our precious redhead by his belt loop.

Clearwater: Is the torment over yet?

Remi: Nope…. Jubei’s using the cage like a cheese grater, tearing up that poor kid’s face.

An elbow gives Nyeo enough space to judo throw the champion over his shoulder. He then pulls his hair back and gives out a mighty roar. Jubei laughs albeit how he still has to nurse his hand. He charges The Master again, but this time, Jubei grabs his throat. Jubei delivers multiple head butts with mercenary intent. Nyeo slumps back also bleeding.

Clearwater: Masuda’s skull is made of iron!

Remi: And now Nyeo Son is busted open… we’re going to need a mop on aisle 5!

Clearwater: What’s he going to do now? Let him go you monster!

Winning conditions: Nyeo Son

Jubei goes from the choke into a reverse suplex clutch.

Clearwater: We’ve seen this one before… Masuda Driver—

Remi: No! Nyeo slips behind him and whips Jubei into the far ropes!

Clearwater: Mr. Jaeger! What a devastating dropkick!

Remi: You can tear a ligament doing that!

Jubei gets up slow and reverses an oncoming attack, tossing Nyeo’s face into the cage. Nyeo pushes off and leaps well above shoulder-level.

Clearwater: Cutter! Oh my god!

Remi: Strain and Serve! He rolls over locking in dragon sleeper!

Clearwater: The champ is pinned in the middle of the ring… The Master is tapping!

Remi: Nyeo did it!

Clearwater: What happened to the lights?

Remi: And what’s that music?

“Namahage” by Nigen Isu blasts over the arena, when from the crowd, emerges almost a dozen figures in strange costumes. Each one has a red demon mask and straw coverings that look like ghillie suits. These strange figures climb the cage and start filtering into the ring.

Clearwater: Who are these people?

Remi: They’re attacking Nyeo Son! Someone stop this!

Jubei wanders into a corner as these figures do his dirty work. The entire another unscheduled entrant invades the ring in the form of Allen Anderson.

Clearwater: He’s got bolt cutters!

Remi: Send in the cavalry!

Clearwater: We would but Odin Balfore dismantled Zurra and the ASU. There’s no one to stop them!

Allen breaks into the cage and throws the cutters aside, all while Eddie Silk flees the crime scene. Allen enters and scatters the bogeymen so he can also get a few well-placed stomps on Nyeo Son. He then motions for them to pick up Nyeo. Two demons hold him up, each by one arm, from which Allen nails a superkick like driving off a golf tee.

Clearwater: Won’t someone come to his aid?

Remi: You’re begging the mob to be nice, Mikey… no one can stop this now.

Jubei joins them and gives instructions. Boos rise so loud they could strip paint. The Master sets up his Masuda Driver while Allen smiles, offering a knee as his target. He lets the arena deplore them for several seconds before doing a slit throat gesture.

Clearwater: Oh god! He just dropped Nyeo Son over the knee of Allen Anderson!

Remi: Someone check on him. He could be injured bad, Mike!

Jubei wafts their hatred into the ring when someone comes darting down the ramp. Fans explode, sending his henchmen into defensive positions.

Remi: It’s Smith Jones!

Clearwater: About time! The Number One Contender wants a piece of the champion.

Remi: He’s going right for Jubei—but those things just tackled Smitty!

Jubei and Allen make their exit while Jones gets the upper hand on Jubei’s goon squad. After throwing two of them out like garbage, the others scramble out of the cage in all directions. Smitty then waves for medical assistance whom come in full force with a stretcher in toe.

Clearwater: Utterly despicable. Masuda Jubei just made a statement to the entire locker room with that disgusting act. He may be the king of this company, but this will not stand. Won’t someone bring them to justice?

Remi: He will have to answer for the crimes committed on Nyeo Son.

Clearwater: Monday Night Metal will be back… same time on all your streaming devices. Good night.

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ultimatedestroyer: aww man we died ? Mar 23, 2021 23:37:56 GMT -5

ultimatedestroyer: i was planning on coming back..... things got nuts here and i have covid for like a month Mar 23, 2021 23:38:40 GMT -5

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america: It is genuinely hilarious you're still this salty about losing to me twice like five or six months later. Apr 7, 2021 21:19:34 GMT -5

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chase: Playing favorites? Those guys are two of the best I've ever seen in my 15+ years of this hobby. No shame in losing to one of them Apr 13, 2021 21:23:07 GMT -5