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APW Presents: SUPREMACY 9/30/19 Sept 30, 2019 19:45:28 GMT -5 Dean Wolf likes this

Post by BonnieBlue on Sept 30, 2019 19:45:28 GMT -5

September 30th, 2019

Live From: Rupp Arena, Lexington, Kentucky

Seating capacity: 23,500

Exclusive to NETFLIX

Pyro shoots off from either side of the stage, a flare of blue and white, as “Supremacy” by Muse plays throughout the Rupp Arena. Thousands of fans cheer, holding up signs, waving replica belts high, as the drone camera pans across the near-capacity crowd. The Alpha-Tron lights up, showing a montage of the top competitors in action, interspersed with graphics detailing each match of the night: the opener, with two brand debuting talents; the tag title match, depicting images of a glaring Apex Onyx and a cocky Teddy Geisel beside the grinning members of the Canadian Coalition, belts strapped securely across their waists; still shots of Johnny Blaze and Alex Scott scowl at each other across the screen; Steven Osbourne smirks at a defiant Tsukiko; seven contenders stand in front of a ladder -- Charmaine DaGawd™ and Noris Cranley prominently placed before Tommy Fiend, Defenestration Jones, Night, Jobber Dave, and Jaice Wilds; Dean Wolf, in a fighting stance, faces the irrepressible Big Bad Bodacious with a graphic of the Hardcore Title superimposed above them; the ginger-bearded Spartan grins at a sullen Road Dawg; and Smith Jones stares with supreme focus into the yellow-eyed glare of Zombie McMorris, an image of the Alpha Pro Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship prominent between them. As the pyros and the music die down and the crowd begins to settle, the commentary team of Mike Clearwater and Jonah St. Remington take their seats at ringside.

Clearwater: Welcome Alpha Pro faithful, to another HUGE PPV -- SUPREMACY, streaming live on Netflix from right here in Lexington, Kentucky!

Remi: And have we got a HELL of a show tonight! Rumors are swirling about Tag Champions Canadian Coalition -- have their contracts really been bought out by a third party? And if so, what implications does that have for tonight’s Tag Title match, or the tag division as a whole?

Clearwater: Good questions! Also tonight -- Steven Osbourne invokes his rematch clause for the Junior Heavyweight Championship! Can the Shimmering Kitsune come out on top, or will the Super-Sexy Boogeyman Slayer reclaim the belt to become a two-time champ?

Remi: Some of the top names on our roster compete in a ladder match for an as-yet-to-be-named prize, and speculation is running wild as to what that prize might be! Anticipation is high, and we can’t wait to hear what General Manager Irinia Ivanova has to say about it!

Clearwater: In Hardcore competition, Big Bad Bodacious will finally get his shot against reigning champion Dean Wolf -- with a special guest referee: Zombie McMorris! You can only imagine that the Coked-Up Madman has plans of his own for this match!

Remi: That may be, Mikey-bro! Who knows what goes on in the head of the Honey Badger? And speaking of Hardcore, former champion Spartan earned himself a shot at the North Amercian title, and I gotta say, this is gonna be a barn-burner! Road Dawg has been undefeated in title defenses since earning this belt way back at Alpha Showdown!

Clearwater: I couldn’t agree with you more, Remi! Road Dawg has been one dominant North American Champion, and it’s starting to look like nobody can stand up to him!

Remi: It could be anybody’s night, dude! But no more so than the two men going head-to-head over the currently vacant World Heavyweight Championship! This is one I’ve been waiting for ever since it was announced last week! Zombie McMorris! Winston Smith-Jones! Two of the very best in the business step into the ring tonight, and only one can walk out with gold around his waist! Who’s it gonna be?

Clearwater: We’ll find out! First up, Zion Simmons and Silvan make their Alpha Pro Wrestling debut, coming up right now!

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APW Presents: SUPREMACY 9/30/19 Sept 30, 2019 19:46:30 GMT -5

Post by BonnieBlue on Sept 30, 2019 19:46:30 GMT -5

Zion Simmons vs Silvan

Clearwater: Our first match of the night should be a surprise to our fans, as both of these competitors will be making their Alpha debuts.

Remi: What better way than at this loaded card, bro?

Clearwater: As you’re joining us now, the newcomer known only as Silvan has occupied the ring.

Remi: He was swinging incense around. Gave me a damn headache.

Clearwater: Silvan still praying there as he awaits the other corner.

Lights dim wherein a spotlight spins around the ring like a game of roulette. It scans the bottom rows until stopping on a man seated nearest to the barricade. This ecstatic fan leaps to his feet and hops the barricade to “White Dude” as if selected for the Price Is Right showcase.

Clearwater: What’s going on? That was Zion’s theme… but security let this random fan enter the ring.

Remi: Silvan might be a priest, but he’s gonna swat this dude.

Clearwater: And he dropkicks Silvan!

DING DING DING!

The ref signals for a bell as the handpicked random unleashes a series of mud hole stomps to the Bulgarian. Silvan surges to his feet and gets cold cocked to the floor. Fans are falling for this unknown man’s bravery. It even seems to charm the crowd until Silvan follows with an elevated dragon screw. He keeps the leg pinned under his arm, wrenching the untrained spud into a hard fisherman suplex.

One!

Two!!

Clearwater: He’s out! The fan grabbed the bottom rope! Can you believe it?

Remi: I believe he’s out of luck now, Mikey. Silvan is going to kill him.

Clearwater: Silvan has the head locked on tight… and another vicious takedown.

Remi: The dude trained in sambo. It’s like judo on Russian steroids.

Silvan rolls the random entrant into a side suplex and delivers a sambo-styled slam.

One!

Clearwater: How! That fan had his foot under the ropes.

Remi: He should play the lottery, bro, because he just defied all logic.

Silvan hears applause but seems unmoved by all their noise. Instead, he seems drawn to the rafters. An upturned palm divines the air as if something has invaded his space. The referee begins a ten count—just when all the arena lights flicker off into complete darkness. Fans gasp at what most assume is a technical difficulty. Lights return with everyone taking a collective sigh of relief. Silvan, however, has his entire person trained towards the ceiling.

Clearwater: What’s he doing?

Remi: You’re worried about him? What the man he ritually massacred not a minute. Only by a fluke has this surrogate for Zion Simmons even survived. But no… let’s all wonder what he’s looking at.

Clearwater: Is he trying to channel something?

Remi: He’s a priest and priests are weirdos. What aren’t you getting about that bro?

There’s another sudden flash of lights, when from all that noise, the random fan execute a school boy.

One!

Two!!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!

Jessica Kaine: And your winner… and at the behest of Zion Simmons… the fan from Row 1!

He scurries back to his seat with security all around him. Others pat the dude on the back as he gets a free beer for all his troubles. Meanwhile, Silvan experiences dismay and an full-on conniption at that unexpected result. Still, he keeps trained towards the rafts amidst his retreat.

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APW Presents: SUPREMACY 9/30/19 Sept 30, 2019 19:47:30 GMT -5

Post by BonnieBlue on Sept 30, 2019 19:47:30 GMT -5

Tag Team Titles

Quintessential Perfection vs the Canadian Coalition

The panning shot of the Supremacy stage goes back to the ring where Zion Simmons and his clients, the Canadian Coalition, “Ravenous” Rick Rage and Mercer Quinn, have occupied the ring.

Clearwater: I don’t know what to make of this. There was supposed to be a Tag Title match.

St. Remi: Instead, the greatest mind in all of Silicon Valley, Zion Simmons, graces us with his presence!

Clearwater: You just want an invitation to his after party.

St. Remi: Go be a stickler… I still got game, bro.

Zion has a mic lowered to him via quadcopter from the rafters albeit the stage hand waiting with a mic beneath the ropes. He tries to hush the crowd with a raised index, but they’re not having it.

Zion: Everyone… give me a moment because this is going to be epic. Something to blow all of your minds—because the Zion Experience begins here at Supremacy. And yes, I deceived some priest, or whatever he is… but how many visionaries dirty their hands on distractions. You don’t see Tony Stark signing HR forms. People don’t hand him shit… and since I’m the living example of genius, your top 30 under 30 making twice the opposition.

Fans boo loudly but can’t break his shit-eating grin.

Zion: We at Zion:&nbsp;Imaginations LLC&nbsp;are an impervious net of people working under a hive mind. And there’s only one groove on this bass beat—me. I saw and I conquered. Masuda’s little investment firm was a loose network of broken chains he spot-welded together. Now they’re galvanized with a CEO that actually goes to the office he’s in charge of—and my people won’t do anything that won’t turn profit. His Kublai Kahn game – Poof! – just another plaything when you sail yachts to make Forbes climax. Yeah.. we’re talking that kind of BAMF.

Fans are beside themselves and on the verge of throwing shit into the ring.

Zion: But why cancel a perfectly good title match? Because. I. Can.

Triple R asks for the mic, but a nonchalant palm rebuffs him. Mercer Quinn regroups with his partner in Zions minor yet encompassing shadow.

Zion: I gave them the incentive to not even walk into Rupp Arena. Quintessential Perfection may be on the name, but even I know Luke Force’s price in topless babes. So they’re having the time of their lives—at my expense, while I put the old Zion touch to this sagging PPV. So forget about my clients ever performing for such a tiny audience ever again. They are main events and no less. Now… let’s get around all that business. Say… who wants to see me shoot some 3s?

Fans, many of them with Kentucky gear, boo as Mercer and Rage remove Zion’s camo dinner jacket to unveil a game-worn Christian Laettner Jersey with the former Duke power forward’s signature on the back numbers. This prompt the real Laettner to appear at the ramp holding a break-away rim.

Clearwater: You can’t wear that in here!

St. Remi: When you’re Zion, nothing’s off the menu.

All 6’-10” of Laettner enters the ring, acting as a makeshift basket for Zion Simmons. The Canadian Coalition do everything in their power to be invisible behind him—until his forces Mercer Quinn to inbound the pass to him for a jumper inside of 6 feet. He nails it and makes a victory lap.

Clearwater: Who does he think he is?

St. Remi: That’s an American treasure! You’re just jelly!

Clearwater: Jelly?

St. Remi: Oh stop throw’an shade, bro. You’re making a spectacle of yourself.

Zion then passes to Triple R demanding that he shoot. Rage grips the ball hard, as if he’d just rebounded in a crowd, and fires a decent shot above the chest. Except that Zion goaltends the shot from under the net, negating the point to even more boos. He takes up the mic looking disgusted.

Zion: Don’t hate the player… get better at the game. I’m the GM this company needs. I’m Jerry West up on this company, building title contenders one piece at a time! Peace out Rupp, you know what’s up!

He leaves to boos with Laettner and his tag champions at both sides.

Clearwater: Well there you have it, folks. Zion Simmons is the real deal… and a real piece of—

St. Remi: He’s a legend, bro. Get over or get out.

Clearwater: There’s more to come as the company’s top titles are on the line later tonight. Don’t go anywhere!

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APW Presents: SUPREMACY 9/30/19 Sept 30, 2019 19:48:28 GMT -5

Post by BonnieBlue on Sept 30, 2019 19:48:28 GMT -5

Spartan Segment

Spartan is sitting on a wooden bench in the locker room he is already in his wrestling gear despite his match not being until much later in the night. He is taping his wrists with black tape when the moment is broken by the arrival of Troy Butler.

Butler: Spartan!

Spartan stops what he is doing and looks at Butler.

Spartan: Hello Troy.

Butler: Can I get a few words about your upcoming title match tonight.

Spartan: Sure.

Butler: How do you feel about your match against Road Dawg?

Spartan: Nervous. Excited. How should I feel Troy? It’s my third Pay-Per-View in a row since I signed with Alpha Pro Wrestling. It’s my third title match in Alpha Pro Wrestling. So far my record is a nice even fifty percent. I intend to finish tonight with a two and one record in these matches and I intend for the Alpha Pro Wrestling North American Title match to be in my luggage when I walk out the doors at the end of the show.

Butler: Makes sense. Road Dawg is a veteran of the sport, how do you feel about taking him on in this high pressure environment?

Spartan: Dean Wolf is a veteran. Zombie McMorris is a legend. I took both of those men on in equally high pressure environments, so taking on a veteran like Road Dawg isn’t any different to Alpha Showdown or Ascension for me. Except for one thing.

Butler: What’s that?

Spartan: I am fighting for the North American Title instead of the Hardcore Title.

Butler: It’s still a title shot.

Spartan: Yes it is, Troy. And the fact that is a title shot is just going to drive me to do better than I did last time. I have already been in the ring with Road Dawg, but this time there is something on the line - the North American Title. The fact there is a prize on top of the glory of the victory on the line will drive me harder than what has come before me to make sure I achieve that victory.

Butler: Fair call, Spartan. You have developed a reputation for fighting until your last breath. In the lead up to tonight you accused Road Dawg of lack respect. What was that about?

Spartan: Simple. He was crying because he wasn’t in the contenders match last week. He felt he deserved to be there just because he is the North American Champion. Life doesn’t work like that. Instead of bitching and moaning he should of put his desire into effort and fire into this match tonight and then proving the powers that be that they were wrong for leaving him out of the match.

Butler: Strong words.

Spartan: Not really Troy. It’s just what I believe. You fight for what you want until you are in a position to get what you want. You don’t cry. You don’t complain. You do. That’s just the way I see it.

Butler: How do you see your title match going tonight?

Spartan: With all due respect to Road Dawg. I will be fighting until I win. Simple as that.

Butler: Thanks for your time Spartan.

Spartan: No worries.

Troy Butler leaves the locker room as Spartan resumes taping his wrists.

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APW Presents: SUPREMACY 9/30/19 Sept 30, 2019 19:49:31 GMT -5

Post by BonnieBlue on Sept 30, 2019 19:49:31 GMT -5

Johnny Blaze vs Alex Scott

Jessica Kaine: The following match is scheduled for one fall and will have no time limit. Coming to the first… hailing from Anaheim, California… weighing in at an even two hundred pounds… it is The Answer… The Gift… The Future… THE ALL! DAY! SUPERSTAR! ALEX! SCOTT!

"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. Scott walks to the ring ignoring the crowd and focussed on the ring. He has the hood of his sweatshirt over his head, his face lacks emotion for this moment - he is concentrating on the competition.

Remi: That is a man that intends to win tonight. The focus. The lack of emotion. This is the big stage and he intends to steal the show. Look at the face, bro.

Alex Scott gets to the ring apron and uses the ropes to pull himself up onto the apron, maintaining his hold on the ropes he stretches before stepping into the ring. He walks to the furthest top turnbuckle and climbs onto the top of it.

Remi: Such concentration.

Once on top he removes his hooded sweatshirt and simply drops it nonchalantly on the outside of the ring. He looks up to the ramp intensely focusing on his the curtain and the arrival of his opponent.

Clearwater: Scott is focussed and is ready for the arrival of Johnny Blaze here. Blaze is a current contender to the hardcore title. A win for Scott could move him up the food chain after his tag team debacle with Lili Rose.

Remi: Look at those eyes, bro. Lasers.

Jessica: His opponent...fighting out of Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at three hundred and thirty pounds… he is “The Phenom” Johnny Blaze.

The lights in the arena go dim as 'Lit Up' by Buckcherry begins playing.The rampway explodes in fire down the length of and Johnny Blaze walks out onto the ramp. He points to Alex Scott who is sitting on the turnbuckle staring at him.

Remi: Johnny Blaze on fire, bro.

The pyro dies out and Blaze walks to the ring. He walks around the ring, not taking his eyes of Alex Scott - whose head turns like an owls to follow Blaze as he walks around the ringside area high-fiving fans and shaking hands. Blaze gets to the otherside of the ring to Alex Scott and walks up the ring steps and steps between the second and third ropes to enter the ring.

Spanky O’Shaughnessy bring both men to the middle of the ring and checks them over for illegal objects while explaining the rules of the contest to both men before sending them back to the corners from whence they came.

Both competitors stare at each other from opposite sides of the ring as the bell sounds to get this match officially underway!

DING DING DING!

Both Scott and Blaze are slowly making their way toward each other when Scott suddenly charges and leaps into the air, catching Blaze off-guard with a cross-body that sends the champ down to the mat. Alex quickly scrambles to his feet and follows through with a sliding dropkick that stuns Blaze! Scott gets back to his feet and sends himself into the ropes, rebounding and building up a head of steam, only to be stopped dead in his tracks by a thunderous clothesline!

Clearwater: OUCH.. that HAD to hurt. Not the way you want to be starting off a match where you want to make a name for yourself..

Remi: Alex Scott might have the speed and flash, but The Phenom’s got the power and some nasty submission skills. If there's going to be a changing of the guard tonight, The All-Day Superstar is going to have to resort to some new tricks, because the flash-and-dash just isn't going to work. In a match like this, you can't just hope to stun your opponent for three seconds. You've got to make him submit or you got to knock him right out. That’s what the big stage is all about, right bro?

Clearwater: Better insight than normal from you, Remi.

Blaze mounts the stunned Scott and starts raining down a flurry of forearms and fists. Referee Spanky jumps in and tries to separate the two, but he's met with some serious resistance from the Phenom, practically daring the referee to disqualify him. However, Spanky doesn’t want the match to end on a DQ, so he steps back, giving Scott just enough of an opening to grab one of Johnny's arms and roll through into an armbar, cranking on the arm and trying to get an early submission... but Blaze has got the strength to counter it, getting to his feet and pushing Scott into the ropes, waiting for just the right moment to slam a knee into Scott's midsection before maneuvering behind and wrapping an arm around Scott's neck, yanking him down across the knee of the Phenom!

Remi: Daaamn... no matter what The Gift's trying, Blaze seems to have an answer for it. I've got to give Scott credit- he's really trying everything, but the Phenom just seems to have everything telegraphed and he's not shy about bringing the pain when he gets the chance. Right, bro?

Clearwater: And that's why Johnny Blaze is going to win the Hardcore Title. The Gift has got the flash, he's got the mouth, but he doesn't have the killer instinct it takes to win when the pressure is on.

Blaze places one hand on Scott’s chest, the other on his face, an almost maniacal look in his eyes as he starts pushing down, yelling for Scott to give up, each time answered with a resounding “NO!!” The pain is obvious on Scott's face, as is the determination to stay alive in this match.. Blaze flinches a little and release a small amount of pressure, and it gives him just enough to get a knee up into Johnny’s jaw! Blaze releases the hold and staggers back, stunned by the knee.. and this gives Alex Scott the chance to get to his feet and set himself, going airborne and grabbing Johnny's shoulders, dropping him with a codebreaker! In a single fluid motion, Scott gets back to his feet and rushes the corner, climbing quickly and preparing to launch himself, but he hesitates.. giving Blaze the chance to get his bearings back.. Scott turns and launches himself, but that hesitation turns a missile dropkick into a one-way ticket to the canvas as Blaze gets out of the way!

Clearwater: Houston, we have a malfunction at liftoff.

Remi: You just couldn't resist, could you, bro?

Clearwater: Nope.

Scott is slow to get up from the mat, and that gives Blaze a chance to move in quickly.

Remi: Blaze has Scott up on his shoulders! Here comes the spin cycle!

Clearwater: And the DDT! HELL RIDE!

Johnny Blaze rolls Alex Scott up as the official drops down beside them to make the count.

One!

Two!!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!

"Lit Up" by Buckcherry hits the speakers to a thunderous roar from the crowd as Blaze rolls off his opponent and leaps to his feet, lifting both hands in the air and posing for the fans!

Jessica: And the winner of this match -- The Phenom JOHNNY BLAZE!!!

Remi: One hell of a fight from both men, but tonight Johnny Blaze was on FIRE! Next up, the Junior Heavyweight Title is on the line as my girl Tsukiko defends against Steven Osbourne in a rematch for the ages!

Last Edit: Sept 30, 2019 20:32:26 GMT -5 by Jason Zurra

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APW Presents: SUPREMACY 9/30/19 Sept 30, 2019 19:50:36 GMT -5

Post by BonnieBlue on Sept 30, 2019 19:50:36 GMT -5

Junior Heavyweight Title 

Steven Osbourne vs Tsukiko (c)

Jessica Kaine: The following match is scheduled for one fall, it is for the Alpha Pro Wrestling Junior Heavyweight Title… Coming to the ring first...

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 Junior Heavyweight Champion. The Shimmering Kitsune, Tsuuuuuuuuukiiiiiiiiiikoooooooo!

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

Clearwater: The Champion looks focused and ready to go tonight.

Remi: Bro, really she is just waiting to be put in the Missionary Position by Steven Osbourne.

Clearwater: Though she has broken from tradition by coming to the ring first tonight.

Remi: She just didn’t want Osbourne to come first, bro. You know women hate when men come first.

Clearwater: Remi!

Remi: What?

Fever For the Flava by Hot Action Cope begins to play and the crowd cheers loudly.

Clearwater: The fans seem pleased to see the return of the Old Steven Osbourne.

Remi: I'm not. He's lost his religion. He lost his junior heavyweight championship. He's just lost.

The crowd chants welcome back as Steven Osbourne walks out wearing his white suit.. which he strips off and tosses into the crowd revealing his pink pimp duds behind. He motions to the back and Amber Del Vallee comes out wearing an outfit a stripper would approve of. Veronica Anderson follow wearing something more conservative. Steven tries to kiss her but she deftly dodges him and continues on the way to the ring.

Jessica: Introducing the challenger.. He's lost God, kicked the Boudlebot in the junk and he couldn't be happier.. this is Steven Osbourne.

Steven glares at Jess for a second.. then shrugs mouthing close enough as he struts to the ring slapping hands with the fans. He holds the ropes open for his two ladies as they enter the ring then grabs a mic.

Steven Osbourne: Let us pray..

The crowd boos again.

Steven Osbourne: Heavenly Father.. please give me the strength.. to have lots of victory sex all night long after I regain my Junior Heavyweight Championship! Please grant me luck in finding partners. You can even watch if ya wanna. In the name of the Father, the son, and the boudlebot.. fuck all that shit let's wrestle!

The crowd erupts again. Steven takes a bow.

Eddie Silk holds the APW Junior Heavyweight Championship Belt above his hand then walks over and hands it off the plethora of his assistants ringside. He calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

The Fox charges Osbourne and jumps, she flies through the air and nails the Slayer with a high cross body knocking him to the mat. She springs to her feet as quick as a fox and runs back to the far ropes and spring off them gathering momentum, as he comes back Osbourne is to his feet and swings his arms in a clothesline attempt but she is aware and drops down to the mat and slides through his legs like she is stealing home plate. Kiko is immediately to her feet and as Osbourne turns around she sends him crashing straight to the canvas with a dropkick! Her two feet planted firmly in his chest at the point of impact!

Clearwater: The champion has early control here. She is getting what she wants right now. It’s early but Osbourne has no answers yet.

Remi: I believe it’s called foreplay, Mike.

Clearwater: REMI!

Remi: What, bro? What?

The Fox maintains her advantage by mounting quickly dropping a succession of elbows to the fallen Osbourne. Kiko looks at the turnbuckle and points to the ceiling to the roars of the crowd. She climbs turnbuckle and points to the fallen Osbourne on the mat and the crowd roars again. She turns around and comes of the turnbuckle.

Clearwater: Moonsault!

Remi: KNEES UP!!

Clearwater: Kiko took the first risk of the match and Osbourne was ready.

Osbourne gets to his feet, while Kick rolls on the mat clutching at her ribs. He quicks drops down and wraps an arm around her neck and the other arm around her legs and forces her shoulders onto the mat. Eddie Slik slides into position like the veteran he is and starts the count.

One!

Two!!

Kiko gets a shoulder up in time, and breaks free of Steven’s grasp. She forward rolls to the opposite of the ring to her opponent and springs to her feet. Osbourne watches her from across the ring and charges, Tsukiko is the not the champion for no reason as the drops to the mat and takes the running Osbourne down with a drop top hold that causes him to catch his throat on the top rope. He staggers back and she presses home the advantage and starts forcing him back across the ring with a series of palm strikes. She forces him across the ropes, holding him and

SSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP!

Remi: Fuck!

Clearwater: Kiko with a slap to the chest of Osbourne that shook the building.

Kiko raises her hand again, but Osbourne she the hand in the air and grabs her head and switches positions and then quickly monkey flips her to the middle of the ring, but with the flexibility of a cat, Kiko transitions herself in the air and lands on her feet. Osbourne runs at Kiko, but he sees her as she drops to the mat and stops. He drops his knees on her as she lay on the mat.

Remi: Osbourne showing some intelligence there.

Clearwater: He had that move scouted.

Osbourne picks Kiko up but her hair and rakes her eyes and them hits her with an atomic drop before flattening her with a headbutt. He drops his knees and prayers over the body of Kiko, before hooking the leg for Eddie Silk to drop down and count.

One!

Two!!

The Fox kicks out of the pinfall attempt by the Pious Slayer. Osbourne brings her back to her feet and takes her over with a snap suplex. He transitions top his feet and then drops an elbow to her forehead. He follows with another elbow but Kiko moves out of the way. He finds himself kneeling on the mat staring at Kiko across the ring.

Clearwater: MOONLIGHT STRIKE! MOONLIGHT STRIKE! MOONLIGHT STRIKE!

Remi: I heard the first time, Mike.

Clearwater: Our champion goes for the cover

One!

Two!!

Remi: Osbourne kicks out!!

Tsukiko springs to her feet. She looks at Osbourne of the mat and then down at Osbourne. She lifts him up to his feet, but as she does he grabs her by her hair and slams her face first down into the canvas. Osbourne then steps onto her hair and grabs her arms and pulls her up. Eddie Silk gets into Osbourne to tell him that it's illegal but OSbourne maintains the hold. Silk starts counting.

One!

Osbourne looks at him.

Two!

Osbourne is unmoved.

Three!

Clearwater: He’s only got to five

Four!

Osbourne lets go of Kiko and walks away acting innocent as he is admonished by Eddie Silk. The dalliance has allowed Kiko time to get to her feet, he walks back to Kiko but is ready meets him with a stiff fist to the midsection, doubling him over. She drops to her knee and a swift uppercut stands him up.

Remi: Osbourne is pissed! He’s going to flatten her.

Clearwater: I don’t think so.

Osbourne angrily charges at Kiko puts she ducks under an attempt clothesline. He turns around straight into a pele kick by The Fox.

Clearwater: I believe that is called the Spirit Rush, Remi.

Remi: Closed fists, that’s cheating!!

The Shimmering Kitsune grabs Osbourne around the head and starts driving knees upward into his head while in the grapple, thankingfully Osbourne he has his hands in the way and is blocking the blows. He manages to push Kiko off and she bounces into the ropes, she comes off the ropes with momentum and attempts a spinning back fist, but Osbourne ducks under the move. Kiko stops in her tracks, but Osbourne is standing behind her and rolls her up.

Clearwater: ANDERSON PIN! HE’S GOT THE TIGHTS!

One!

Remi: Stop insulting the greatest wrestler from Harlem

Two!!

Clearwater: She kicks out!

Remi: Old Man Eddie was waaaay too slow with the count.

Clearwater: No he wasn’t.

Kiko finds herself back on her feet, as is Steven Osbourne. Both competitors are on opposite sides of the ring - staring at each other. The game of cat and mouse continues! They stalk toward each other. Then... both competitors seem to have the same idea at the same time, as Osbourne and Tsukiko rush in and clash in the middle of the ring!

Remi: Simultaneous crossbodies! I don't know about you, Mikey-bro, but I would love to have Tsukiko across my body, if you know what I mean!

Clearwater: I do, and unfortunately there isn't enough bleach to scrub that image from my brain. Thanks, Remi.

Remi: You're welcome! Osbourne up now, taking the champ over toward the corner. Looks like he's setting up for something!

Clearwater: And that something is a second-rope piledriver! He's gonna Love 'Em and Leave 'Em! Osbourne with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!

"Fever for the Flavor" by Hot Action Cop hits the speakers as Osbourne gets to his feet.

Jessica: The winner of this match -- and YOUR NEW APW Junior Heavyweight Champion -- STEVEN OSBOURNE!!!

The referee holds up the Junior Heavyweight strap before handing it off to Steven Osbourne, who immediately lifts it high to a cheer from the crowd. His managers, Veronica Anderson and Amber DelVallee join him in the ring, and the three of them celebrate Osbourne's victory as Tsukiko rolls out under the bottom rope and makes her way backstage.

Remi: Back in the saddle, Steven Osbourne may have lost his religion, but he finds himself a two-time Junior Heavyweight Champion!

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APW Presents: SUPREMACY 9/30/19 Sept 30, 2019 19:51:38 GMT -5

Post by BonnieBlue on Sept 30, 2019 19:51:38 GMT -5

Ladder Match

Charmaine DaGawd™ vs Jobber Dave vs Jaice Wilds vs Tommy Fiend vs Noris Cranley vs Defenestration Jones vs Night

The camera pans across an electrified audience before settling on the ring, surrounded by ladders, where all seven competitors gaze up at a briefcase suspended overhead, awaiting the sound of the bell.

Clearwater: This is guaranteed to be one of the biggest matches of the night, and not just because of the sheer weight of talent in that ring right now! Irina Ivanova herself promised the winner of this match a huge reward, but has been very secretive so far about what that reward might be!

Remi: An all-expense paid trip to her hometown of Vladivostok? Tickets to see Stvore live in concert? A lifetime subscription to Communism Weekly? Or maybe -- my sources tell me it has something to do with gold.

Clearwater: We’re about to find out, Remi! The referee now going over the rules with everyone. We’ll remind our viewers that this is a standard ladder match with no disqualifications and no holds barred. It’s every competitor for him- or herself! This is going to get wild!

DING DING DING!

As soon as the bell rings, Defenestration Jones slips between the ropes and grabs a ladder. Night immediately hits the top rope and flies off with a dropkick that sends Jones and the ladder crashing to the ringside mats! Inside the ring, Jobber Dave squares off with Jaice Wilds!

Remi: Jobber Dave going after the Xtreme Aerialist, but Wilds stops him cold with a big boot! And here comes Tommy Fiend to capitalize!

Clearwater: Fiend is like a madman in here, just throwing hands! Left! Right! Left! Right! It’s all poor Dave can do to defend himself as Fiend backs him up against the ropes! Fiend with a clothesline that spills Jobber Dave to the outside, where Jones is brawling with Night!

Remi: And Charmaine stepping to Noris Cranley right now! A hard shove backs Cranley up a step! He responds with a kick to the gut and a double underhook! Looking for a suplex!

Clearwater: But Charmaine wiggles free and slips down behind him as Noris lifts her up! Charmaine now with a belly-to-back of her own! Down goes Noris!

On the outside, Jobber Dave and Defenestration Jones continue to brawl, Night all but forgotten as he climbs back onto the apron and surveys the chaos unfolding before him.

Remi: Charmaine DaGawd™ out to retrieve a ladder! But Jobber Dave intercepts her!

SMACK!

Clearwater: And gets cracked upside the dome for his troubles! Charmaine sliding the ladder under the ropes now!

Remi: Here comes Jones! The ladder is in the ring, but Jones grabs Charmaine by that long silky braid and pulls her back down to the ringside mats! Jones in full control, using the hair for leverage as she wraps her arms around Charmaine and pulls her into a modified stretch!

Clearwater: That’s a good way to wear an opponent down, but you can’t take too long in a match like this! Noris Cranley is setting up that ladder now!

Remi: Not quite, bro! Tommy Fiend stops him with a running knee and grabs the ladder away from Cranley! Fiend winding up like he’s Kyle Kemp at bat!

Clearwater: A swing, and a miss!

Remi: So, exactly like Kyle Kemp, then!

Meanwhile Jones whips Charmaine into the crowd barrier to a roar of disapproval from the fans. Defenestration Jones gives them the finger and reaches down for Charmaine’s hair, using it to pull her to her feet.

Clearwater: And on the outside, Charmaine rallies back! A quick jab stuns Defenestration Jones! Charmaine lifts Jones onto her back! Argentine backbreaker drop!

Remi: Oh, that was SICK, dude! Charmaine putting the fear of DaGawd into ol’ DeeJay!

Clearwater: Back in the ring, Night and Cranley double suplex Tommy Fiend onto the ladder! Cranley shoves him off and takes control of the ladder once more, raising it up to crack Night over the skull!

Remi: Night gets his bell rung, but he’s not out yet! Trying to shake it off, while Cranley sets the ladder up in the middle of the ring!

Clearwater: And here comes Jaice Wilds! He yanks Cranley off the ladder and nails him with a superkick to back him off. Now Wilds is climbing!

Remi: You have to do better than that to keep Noris Cranley down! History of childhood trauma has to be worth something, and this is it! He can take those shots and keep on coming!

Clearwater: Insensitive, but not inaccurate! Cranley grabbing Wilds’ leg, trying to pull him back down! Wilds kicks at him, but the Unstoppable One holds on! He’s climbing OVER Jaice Wilds!

Remi: DUDE! Who’s that rushing down the ramp?

Clearwater: It looks like -- it can’t be!

Remi: IT IS! ULTIMATE DESTROYER IS IN THE HOUSE!

Before anyone can stop him, Ultimate Destroyer climbs into the ring and flies straight at the ladder, taking it down with a massive dropkick! The ladder topples, crashing to the mat! Jaice Wilds and Noris Cranley are pinned underneath the wreckage as Ultimate Destroyer starts laying waste to everything in his path! He stomps across the ring, stepping on the broken ladder as he goes. He corners Tommy Fiend, who gives him a defiant sneer even as Destroyer wraps one giant paw around his throat!

Clearwater: Chokeslam to the outside!

Charmaine tries to get back in the ring, and Destroyer shoulder-blocks her, sending her flying off the ring apron! Jobber Dave is on the turnbuckles, looking to even the odds -- but Destroyer catches him in midair and slams him hard into the canvas!

Remi: Ultimate Destroyer cleaning house! Just a few weeks ago, Destroyer was attacked by a masked stranger, and he’s vowed to take revenge until someone owns up to it, or he finds out who it was! Tonight, he’s making good on that threat!

Clearwater: Jaice Wilds is down! Noris Cranley is down! Charmaine DaGawd™ is down! Tommy Fiend is out of it! Jobber Dave is down! Defenestration Jones and Night are keeping their distance!

In the middle of the ring, Ultimate Destroyer lets out a roar of rage and gestures at the two competitors still standing. Quickly, Defenestration Jones shoves Night into Destroyer’s path, then rolls out of the ring and starts heading toward the back.

Remi: Looks like Jones has voluntarily removed herself from the match -- but not before serving up Night like yesterday’s leftovers!

Destroyer goes for another chokeslam, but Night ducks out of his reach, hits the ropes, and comes back with a springboard moonsault that drops Ultimate Destroyer to the canvas!

Clearwater: Destroyer down, now! Night on the outside, grabbing another ladder!

Night hastily slips the ladder into the ring as Destroyer begins to recover. Night lifts the ladder up -- and uses it as a battering ram, running straight into Ultimate Destroyer with it!

Remi: OH! That took the wind right outta his sails! Destroyer on the outside now, and he’s got an angry Tommy Fiend to deal with!

Clearwater: Bad news for Ultimate Destroyer, as Charmaine pulls herself up to join Fiend, and now it’s two-on-one!

Remi: But the real action is in the ring! Noris and Wilds both back to their feet, and Jobber Dave is starting to stir!

Night hesitates in the middle of setting up the ladder as he sees Cranley and Jaice advancing on him. Quickly, he folds the ladder back up and sets it across his shoulders, using one end to knock Cranley back, then swinging the other at Wilds!

Clearwater: That ladder has come in handy for Night, keeping his opponents at a distance! Trying again to get it up there, and here comes Jobber Dave!

Dave grabs a distracted Night and scoops him up with an uncharacteristically adept powerslam, then finishes getting the ladder into place, double-checking to make sure everything is stable before he sets his foot on the bottom rung.

Remi: Jobber Dave on the ladder! Can you imagine if he gets all the way to the top?

Clearwater: Not yet he won’t! Noris Cranley yanks Dave back off the ladder before he can get past the third rung! Jaice Wilds takes advantage of the opening to try and make the climb, but he’s intercepted by Night!

Remi: Rising Star Suplex from Night!

Night starts climbing while Dave is busy with Wilds.

Clearwater: Sit-out powerbomb from Jobber Dave! What is with this guy all of a sudden?

Dave starts climbing the other side of the ladder. In the meantime, the brawl on the outside has ended, Destroyer having double chokeslammed Charmaine and Fiend before disappearing backstage again. Wilds and Cranley shake off their respective cobwebs and get to a vertical base quickly as they realize they’re both in danger of losing the match. Wilds glances at Cranley, who shrugs, then gives him a nod of agreement. Both men rush toward the ladder!

Remi: They’re gonna knock it down! Dave and Night both about halfway up! This could be a disaster!
But instead, Night leaps off the ladder with a shooting star press to Wilds, while Dave simply drops on top of Cranley.

Clearwater: That was a close one! The ladder is the only thing still standing in the ring right now!

Remi: But here comes Charmaine!

Clearwater: And Tommy Fiend! They’re both making a run for the ladder!

Fiend and Charmaine dash toward the ladder at the same time, but Charmaine gets to it first and turns to face Fiend. Fiend unleashes a flurry of fists, while Charmaine gives back as good as she gets! A solid elbow to the face backs Fiend up enough for Charmaine to start climbing the ladder -- only to be pulled back by none other than Noris Cranley!

Remi: Cranley preventing Charmaine from getting the ladder! He’s about to feel the wrath of DaGawd™!

Clearwater: Fiend getting involved now too!

Dave and Wilds are still going at it. Night is left to his own devices, so he starts climbing again.

Remi: Night on the ladder, and I don’t think anyone else realizes it!

Clearwater: Cranley does! He breaks away from the brawl and starts climbing after! Night is halfway up, and Noris is right behind him!

Noris reaches up to grab Night by the ankle! Night kicks him square in the chest and sends him back down to the canvas! Charmaine and Wilds are battling it out, while Tommy Fiend is starting up the other side of the ladder!

Remi: This is intense, bro! Everybody fighting everybody!

Jobber Dave grabs the ladder and starts to shake it, trying to jar his opponents loose. Fiend stops climbing, looks down, calculating his trajectory in his head, then launches himself off the ladder. Dave moves out of the way, just as the brawling Wilds and Charmaine come into range! Fiend crashes into them, flattening himself along with Charmaine and Jaice! The crowd begins to chant!

Crowd: THIS IS AWE-SOME! *clap-clap-clap* THIS IS AWE-SOME! *clap-clap-clap! THIS IS AWE-SOME! *clap-clap-clap*

Clearwater: Jobber Dave and Night, climbing opposite sides of the ladder, almost neck-and-neck! Night is just a little higher, but Dave is making up for lost time as he scrambles up the rungs!

They get to the top, simultaneously. Night starts reaching for the briefcase, but Jobber Dave nails him with a right cross that rocks him back.

Remi: WHOA, DUDE!

Dave reaches for the case, but Night elbows him in the ribs!

Clearwater: This is so nerve-wracking!

Night stands on the top rung, stretching up to reach for the case again -- Jobber Dave rams a shoulder into him, and Night just barely hangs on!

Remi: Night almost fell right off the top! That ladder is upwards of twenty feet high, and a drop from up there could spell real trouble!

Clinging precariously to the ladder, Night grabs Dave around the middle in a tight waistlock.

Clearwater: What’s he doing? Is this man crazy?

With a firm grip on Jobber Dave, Night rises to his feet, then launches himself and Dave off the ladder.

Remi: OH MY GOD! Superplex off the ladder! WHAT THE HELL WAS NIGHT THINKING?!

The ladder topples over. Dave and Night crash down onto the canvas, the other competitors only beginning to stir.

Clearwater: Everyone is down! Fiend! Cranley! Wilds! Charmaine! Dave! Night! Nobody is moving!

Senior official Spanky O’Shaughnessey moves in to look over the wreckage. He checks pulses, lifts hands and lets them drop. He paces back and forth, trying to decide what to do. Just as he’s about to call for the bell and declare the match a draw, Night pushes himself upright. He catches the ref’s eye and shakes his head.

Remi: HOW IS HE STILL ALIVE?!

Clearwater: How are any of them still alive?

Night goes for the ladder again, sets it upright, and begins to climb, slowly, holding onto his ribs. The crowd encourages him with cheers and catcalls as he progresses painstakingly up each rung. At last, he reaches the top, and takes a moment to look around, as if surprised that there isn’t anyone trying to stop him. He reaches up and seizes the case!

DING DING DING!

Remi: THAT’S IT! Night has done it! He’s got the briefcase -- but what’s inside?

As Night’s music hits the speakers, he rests on top of the ladder for a moment, clutching the briefcase to his chest and catching his breath before he starts the descent once again. Medics clear the other wrestlers from the ring, while attendants sweep away the debris. Suddenly, “The Lonely and Faded Away” by Dax Johnson cuts to silence --

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APW Presents: SUPREMACY 9/30/19 Sept 30, 2019 19:52:41 GMT -5

Post by BonnieBlue on Sept 30, 2019 19:52:41 GMT -5

Official APW Announcement!

-- and “Sgori (Burn)” by Stvore hits the speakers to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Irina Ivanova steps onto the stage, dressed in a black and red business suit, a smile on her lips as she golf claps. She raises a microphone to her lips, and the music fades away.

Irina Ivanova: Very good! Congratulations, Comrade Night! Now, if you please, open the case.

Night looks a little bemused, but opens up the case as instructed. Inside is a red envelope with a golden star emblazoned on it. He unfolds the envelope, and his eyes widen just a little as he glances back toward the stage.

Irina: Yes, and you have indeed earned this opportunity, Comrade Night! Let me elaborate! Over the coming weeks, Alpha Pro Wrestling will host a tournament to determine who will be the next contender for the World Heavyweight Championship! Everyone who doesn’t walk out of Supremacy tonight with a title around their waist will be entered! And Comrade Night here has just earned himself a pass -- all the way to the semi-finals! He won’t have to compete in any other phase of the tournament! The rest of you… good luck! You’re going to need it!

The fans erupt at this announcement, as Irina’s music plays her off the stage once again.

Clearwater: A company-wide tournament! Anybody could become the next contender to face either Smith Jones or Zombie McMorris at October’s HorrorKore pay-per-view!

Remi: And Night just secured himself a seat at the table if he plays his cards right! This is huge!

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APW Presents: SUPREMACY 9/30/19 Sept 30, 2019 19:53:49 GMT -5

Post by BonnieBlue on Sept 30, 2019 19:53:49 GMT -5

Hardcore Titile Match

Big Bad Bodacious vs Dean Wolf

Clearwater: It's time once again for an event quickly becoming the hallmark of Alpha Pro Wrestling -- the Hardcore Title match!

Remi: All the violence and brutality you crave, right here in one match! After being put off a month in favor of Dean Wolf's need to prove himself one-on-one against Spartan, Big Bad Bodacious finally gets his shot at that Hardcore strap, and you better believe this bull is seeing red tonight!

Jessica Kaine: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for ONE FALL and is contested under Hardcore rules, with the Hardcore Title on the line! Introducing first, the challenger! From Oklahoma, USA, weighing in at 245 pounds -- BIG! BAD! BODACIOUS!!!!

"The Ballad of Bodacious" by Primus starts playing over the speakers as red, white, and blue fire works start firing down the ramp towards the ring and scenes of the rodeo bull Bodacious bucking out of the gate, heading butting riders, spliced together with scenes of Big Bad Bodacious leaping at and headbutting random people on the street. Bodacious comes out of the crowd from random places, sometimes from the side of the ring, other times he is on the third level and works his way down through the crowd, high fiveing and headbutting crowd members. Once he hops the fence and gets ringside Bodacious he points and death glares his opponents in the ring, then while death staring he puts his hands on his head, pointing his index fingers up imitating a bull before charging into the ring.

Clearwater: The Bovine looking focused and determined tonight!&nbsp;

”SO SEEK THE WOLF IN THYSELF!”

Jessica Kaine: And his opponent...From wherever he may roam weighing in at 228 pounds, he is YOUR Hardcore Champion -- DEAN WOLF!!!

Dean Wolf marches down the aisle like Steve Austin. When he enters the ring, he walks to every side of the ring, holding up his right arm, where he shows off the tattoo on the underside of his forearm which reads "Seek the wolf in thyself."

Jessica Kaine: And now, the special guest referee... from the Big Easy -- The Coked-Up Madman, ZOMBIE MCMORRIS!!!!

Killed By Death" hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. The Guitar and drums kick in and play up as the crowd search for ZMAC. Them vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shows ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area.

Fans: If you squeeze me lizard, I’ll put my snake in you. I’m a romantic adventure and a reptile too.

He stands there with his back turned to the ring with his arms out in a ‘T’ pose. He turns to face the crowd as he takes a few steps down the aisle way.

Fans: Easy! Easy!

He pumps the crowd up as they go rabid for the Coked UP Mad Man who reaches into his pulls out a vial of cocaine and snorts it.

Fans: The only time I’m gone be easy is when I’m.. KILED BY DEATH! KILLED BY DEATH!

Jessica Kaine: Making his way to the ring.. from the Big Easy.. He stands six feet, six inches tall and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds… He is the Coked Up Mad Man.. ZZZOOMMMBIE… MCMORRR-IISSS!

Fans: I’m a lone wolf ligger but I ain’t no pretty boy!

Fans swarm him as he takes beer after beer and chugs them; getting some all over his face and chest. ZMAC is in a sea of “Dove Killah Certified OG’s” as the fans lift him up and body surf him down to the crowd barrier.

Fans: KILLED BY DEATH! KILLED BY DEATH! KILLED BY DEATH!

He jumps the barrier and slides into the ring. ZMAC takes to the adjacent turnbuckle and taunts the crowd before taking off his jacket and throwing it to the towards the time keeper. The Honey Badger has arrived.

DING DING DING!

Remi: There's the bell, and this match is underway!

Dean Wolf looks across the ring at ZMAC with a blank stare.

You've got to be fucking kidding me. Irina made ZMAC the special guest ref for this match. She's fucking with me.

&nbsp;ZMAC looks at both competitors and motions for them to come into the middle of the ring.

ZMAC: Aight, so here's the deal. This is for dat A-P-Dubs Horrorkore Title, but you two ain't no retards, so let's get to the part I like the most. I want you two to basically try and murder each other from now until I tell the timekeeper to ring the bell.

Bodacious looks over at Wolf.

Bodacious: You ain't gotta tell me twice to do that, Ol' Z. That's what I've been plannin' on doin' to this motherfucker ever since he stole my Hardcore Title shot from me!

ZMAC: I like what you've got to say, Hamburger.

Wolf: You just make sure you hit the mat three times when I cover him.

ZMAC: Yeah, if it even gets to that. You never know, you might choke in your first defense of this title reign just like you did in the first defense of your last title reign at Alpha Showdown. And ain't it funny how I'm in the ring again to witness you cough it up and fail to live up to the Horrorkore standard that I set in this sport?

Wolf: You just do your job and let me worry about keeping my title.

ZMAC: I'll do my job while you'll just job.

He sneers at ZMAC.

Motherfucker's always got a comeback. Don't let him get in your head. Don't let him get in your head. Bodacious is your opponent. Focus on him. Focus on him.

ZMAC: Alright, get to your corners and wait for me to tell the young boy to ring the bell.

Wolf walks backwards to his corner, refusing to turn his back to these two cock stains.

ZMAC: Yo Wolf. One more thing.

Wolf looks at ZMAC.

ZMAC: I know you tryin' to scare with all that talk about targets, but maybe you should take a look at how big the one on your back is.

He laughs and does a gun-shooting motion towards Wolf. Wolf sneers and gets ready in his corner.

Don't let him get in your head. Don't let him get in your head.

He sets himself up like a wolf ready to pounce on his dinner. Bodacious is pacing back and forth in his corner, getting himself psyched up like a bull that's ready to be released from the bucking chute. He stops and faces Wolf.

Bodacious: A bull versus a wolf! I wonder how this one's gonna turn out!

Wolf: Not how you think it will!

Clearwater: Hear we go! Big Bad Bodacious versus Big Bad Wolf!

ZMAC signals for the bell. Both men roar and charge at each other. They meet in the middle of the ring.

Clearwater: Elbow smash by Wolf!

Zmac: so, let's make this quick cuz I body another fuccboi like soon ish for a world title. So whoever can dome me the deepest wins. Queensbury Tummystick rules are in effect.

Remi: Bodacious returns with a knee to the chest!

Clearwater: Wolf connects with a mean right hook! Wolf you gotta hit him harder dawg!

Remi: Bodacious with the uppercut!

Clearwater: Wolfs looking to grab him! Bodacious got his hands though! Don't make him hit himself!

Remi: Oh he's loose again, Wolf lands a huge kick to the ribs!

The two wrestlers continue trading fist for fist, bite for gauge, neither one giving unearned ground. They spit breathed cold hatred into each others faces as they fought for grip on one another. Z MAC climbed onto a turnbuckle with two automatic t-shirt guns and starting Ramboing into crowd, roaring and laughing paying absolute zero to the match at hand.

Remi: A thunderous head butt from Bodacious I cant believe he's still standing!

Clearwater: That's a bell-ringer! But He's quick to come back with another elbow and kick to the ribs.

Remi: He's tenderizing him! Bodacious looking for a grab this time! Wolf with the throat punch! And another huge kick to Bodaciouses ribs!

Clearwater: I think Bodacious has had enough after that third kick to the ribs. Fuck can we order ribs?

Bodacious stumbled once, Wolf pounced and crashed his fist into the face of Bodacious, feeling the crunch of cartilage on his knuckles. Bodacious clamped down on wolfs wrist and threw him over himself. First blood to the wolf. He grinned bloody teeth at the now recovered Dean Wolf.

Bodacious: You warmed up yet? I got some new moves I learned from spending the month wrestling wolves in zoos across America and I want to show em to yah!

Wolf was already up on his feet and moving toward Bodacious when he felt a pull at his leather vest. He hazard to turn his head and saw Z Mac smiling at him, holding his vest.

Z MAC: Sup baby girl?

Before he could answer, two huge boots assaulted his stomach as Bodacious crashed into them.

Bodacious: I asked you, is you warmed up enough?

Bodacious grabs Wolf by the head and gets him to his feet, but Wolf breaks free and hits an elbow strike.

Wolf: Is YOU warmed up enough, bitch?

He gets Bodacious into the corner and hits a series of chops before attempting an Irish whip into the opposite corner. Bodacious reverses and sends Wolf into the corner. He charges, but Wolf moves out of the way. Bodacious hits the top turnbuckle chest first. He grabs his chest and stumbles towards Wolf.

Clearwater: THE KILL! HE HIT IT OUT OF NOWHERE! IT'S OVER ALREADY!&nbsp;

The fans pop. Wolf goes for the cover and hooks the leg. ZMAC slowly gets to his knees. He hits the mat once, holds one finger in the air, and turns to the fans.

ZMAC: One!

He hits the mat a second time, holds two fingers in the air, and turns to the fans again.

ZMAC: Two!

Fans start to boo.

Wolf: Are you fucking kidding me with this shit?!

ZMAC goes to hit the mat for a third time but stops short and looks back at the crowd.

ZMAC: Who wants to show me their tits?!

He stands up, looking for a woman who will oblige. Wolf gets up and walks after him.

Wolf: What are you doing?!

ZMAC: I'm lookin' for some titties. What's it look like I'm doin'?

Wolf runs his hands over his face in frustration.

Wolf: I know what you're trying to do and it ain't gonna work. I swear to God, I'm not letting you fuck with me again.

ZMAC: I don't know. It seems like I already am and it's already working.

Wolf: What?

Suddenly, Bodacious schoolboys Wolf. ZMAC immediately counts the pin. He quickly gets to "two" but Wolf frantically kicks out. ZMAC holds his pointer finger and thumb in a "this close" position. Wolf looks up at him.

ZMAC: Missed it by that much.

Bodacious comes off the ropes and goes for a knee smash. Wolf dodges and Bodacious runs towards the opposite ropes. Wolf follows right behind him. When Bodacious reaches the ropes, he's met with a Cactus Clothesline by Wolf. They both spill out to the floor. Wolf makes it to his feet first and starts looking for something under the ring. The crowd roars when he pulls out a table. He sets it up on the outside and grabs Bodacious from behind by his hair.

Clearwater: Remember, Bodacious and his men put Wolf through a table at the post-Ascension press conference!

However, Bodacious' arm comes out from under the apron and reveals an object in his hand, with which he reaches back and cracks Wolf in the head with it. Wolf collapses to the floor.

Clearwater: That's a bull's horn!

Bodacious stands over Wolf.

Bodacious: This here belonged to the bull that sired me!

He raises the horn in the air.

Clearwater: Bodacious is gonna stab him!

Shrieks are heard from the woman in the crowd.

ZMAC: Yeah, I'm gettin' a half-stack just watchin' this.

Bodacious: In the name of The One True God, He who rides on highest, The Mighty Golden God Bull, consider thine self smoted!

Bodacious hammer swings the horn down, looking to end his prey here and now, but wolf dodged the deathblow at the cost of having his vest pinned to the ground by it. Trapped prey was easy prey.

Clearwater: Oh God he’s trampling him! Bodacious is trampling Wolf!

Remi: Some go get the rodeo clowns! Oh God Triple B is trying to kill him!

ZMAC: Oh Yeah he is! Fuckin God Bull chosen over there!

Clearwater: (shrieks) When the fuck did you get here?!

ZMAC: Better view over here, when yuh gonna let OL Z play your butthole like a bicycle?

Bodacious leaps into the air, going for a two footed stomp, but misses as Wolf rolls out of the way. Wolf hooks bodacious's legs out from under him sending him flailing to the cold hard floor. Wolf slipped his vest and rolled away before Bodacious could fully recover, and not wasting any time, he sprinted forward.

Clearwater: A HUGE Superman Punch from WOLF! That jaw may need rewiring after a blow like that!

ZMAC: They gonna rewirah your jaw when you done blowin me Mudwater.

Bodacious falls face first to the floor as Wolf raises the Tattooed arm up to the roar of the crowd. He cheered as they cheered hyping them up further. In a haze, Bodacious tried to push himself to his feet.

Clearwater: Oof and that kick to the ribs flips Bodacious on his back!

ZMAC: You just keep talkin that dirty talk to OL Z Mudwater.

Clearwater: Okay seriously where the fuck is Remi?

Wolf picks up and puts on his vest, holding the horn, he stands over a breathless Bodacious

Wolf: In the name of Shut the Fuck Up, I smite thee bitch.

He lifted the club high in the tattooed hand, ready to beat Bodacious's head in for all the beatings he endured. Ready to bring down retribution for his pain.The Roaring crowd was stunned silent.

ZMAC: You fell for it twice Baby Girl.

A recovered Bodacious freight trains into Wolf with a shoulder slam, ragdolling him to the floor. Bodacious and Z MAC do an elaborate high five.

Remi: He dropped the horn!

Clearwater: (Shrieks) Don’t fucking leave me with him again! Where were you?!

Remi: I’ve been here the whole time, what are you talking about?

With Wolf unconscious, Bodacious recovers the horn and drags Wolf by the boot to the unfolded table and lays him on it like a corpse in a casket. Once satisfied with the layout of Wolf, he lightly patted Wolfs shoulder and climbed to the top of the turnbuckle, spreading both arms.

Bodacious: Blessed are the chosen of The God Bull; fucked are his enemies!

Clearwater/Remi: WAIT IS REALLY

GONNA DO IT??

The crowd gasped as Bodacious leaped into the air, determination on his face as he careens towards the unconscious Wolf.

At the last second, Wolf wakes up. He grabs ZMAC's hand and falls off the table, causing ZMAC to lay across it. Bodacious drives the horn right into the back of ZMAC. It impales the Madman.

Clearwater: ZMAC is pinned to the table!

Bodacious is shocked by his mistake. Wolf turns him around, boots him in the gut, and powerbombs him right on to ZMAC. The table breaks. The crowd roars. ZMAC is knocked unconscious. Wolf covers Bodacious. He reaches over, grabs ZMAC's hand, and forces it to count the pinfall.

Crowd: One! Two! Th---

Remi: Wait! Some fans have jumped the guardrail!&nbsp;

Clearwater: Those aren't fans! They're Johnny Mussolini and Luca Lupara, two of the goons that beat up Wolf at the press conference.

The two mobsters pull Wolf off of Bodacious and start putting the boots to him.

Bodacious: Get him up!

Mussolini and Lupara lift Wolf up and hold an arm each. Bodacious pulls the horn out of ZMAC's back and walks slowly towards Wolf, who's struggling to break free.

Bodacious: You ain't goin' nowhere this time!

ZMAC comes to and stands up, still a little groggy.

Bodacious: I'm-a gut you like a fish!

When Bodacious is within Wolf's reach, Wolf kicks the horn out of his hands. It goes flying in the air. ZMAC looks up as the horn goes directly into the center of his forehead.

ZMAC: GOD DAMN! WHAT THE FUCK!

Remi: It's a zombie unicorn, bro!

Bodacious tries to help ZMAC dislodge the horn as Wolf forces the two goons to collide into each other. Lupara stumbles over the guardrail and into the fans. Wolf backdrops Mussolini onto the ring apron and then throws him over the guardrail on top of Lupara.

Clearwater: Wolf is fighting a 4-on-1 match!

Wolf grabs Bodacious in a full nelson and throws him backwards with a Dragon Suplex. ZMAC struggles to get the horn out of his head. He finally pulls it out as Wolf gets to his feet. ZMAC tries to stab him but Wolf stops him. ZMAC still tries to push the horn into Wolf's head. Wolf struggles to hold off ZMAC's murder attempt but manages to kick ZMAC away. However, he fails to get a hold of the horn. Bodacious makes it to his feet.

ZMAC: Bodacious!

ZMAC throws the horn to Bodacious, but Wolf intercepts it and hits Bodacious with the butt of the horn. He stabs ZMAC in the stomach with the other end and slices it open.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOO!

Wolf starts pulling out ZMAC's intestines.

ZMAC: Hey! That's my stank chain!

Wolf hits him over the head with the horn. ZMAC falls to the floor.

Wolf: Shut the fuck up!

He uses the intestines to tie Bodacious' hands and feet together.

Clearwater: He's tying him up like it's a rodeo!

Wolf finds a chair under the ring.

Wolf: Time for some cattle mutilation!

He begins whacking Bodacious with the chair over and over.

Bodacious: Someone call PETA! This be animal abuse!

Wolf delivers one more vicious chairshot to Bodacious before ZMAC rips the chair out of Wolf’s hands. Bodacious tries to get up, but is still entangled in Z’s intestines, and trips, pulling ZMAC down to the floor with him. Wolf just starts laying boots to both of them and the crowd goes nuts!

Remi: My god, this is sick! Wolf is deranged! Irina should fire him right now! He’s practically murdering these guys!

Clearwater: ZMAC can’t really die, though, Remi.

Remi: That’s beside the point!

Eventually, Wolf stops stomping the ref and his opponent, taking a moment to catch his breath. In that moment, Bodacious slips free of ZMAC’s guts and shakily pulls himself back into the ring. Wolf climbs in after him, while Z starts shoving his innards back inside his abdominal cavity. He searches under the ring until he finds a roll of duct tape, and starts winding it around his midsection, keeping one eye on the action in the ring.

Clearwater: Bodacious with a headbutt!

Remi: Wolf returns with a running knee! He’s looking to make the Bovine EASY PREY!

Clearwater: And so he is, Remi! Discus Clothesline! THE KILL! This is it!

Wolf makes the cover, and ZMAC hesitates, still winding duct tape around his middle. Z waits until Dean is good and frustrated, then wanders over lazily and begins a slow count.

ONE….!

Remi: Bodacious looking worse for the wear here.

TWO….!!

Clearwater: He just got hog tied with another man’s guts and then beaten mercilessly with a chair. What do you expect?

THREE….

ZMAC’s hand hovers over the mat for one more second before finally slamming down onto the canvas!

DING DING DING!

Jessica Kaine: The winner of this match -- and STILL YOUR APW Hardcore Champion… DEAN WOLF!!!!

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APW Presents: SUPREMACY 9/30/19 Sept 30, 2019 19:54:48 GMT -5

Post by BonnieBlue on Sept 30, 2019 19:54:48 GMT -5

Smith Jones Segment

Clearwater: Standing by on the interview set backstage is APW Interviewer Troy Butler.

Troy Butler: Ladies and gentlemen, with me at this time… Smith Jones. Smith, the entire wrestling world is watching as later tonight you will go one on one with Zombie McMorris in a multi-stipulation Two Out of Three Falls Match for the APW World Championship. Your thoughts going into--

Smith Jones: Dean Wolf. I cannot deny that everyone who has ever challenged for the Hardcore Championship has been a top notch superstar. Heck, I’ve mixed it up with a bunch of ‘em. I’m mixing it up with one of them tonight in your Supremacy Main Event! But, when I look at the titles here in APW, in any fed for that matter, the Hardcore Championship is the least… credible when trying to decipher whom is the greatest wrestler. Heck, I'd rather fight for the Tag Team Titles and you know how much I hate to rely on people. Listen, I’m going to take my hard earned week off from wrestling on Metal next Monday night, but what say we set up my next match right now?

Jones takes the microphone from Troy Butler and shoves him out of the shot. With a stone scowl, Smitty leans in close to the camera and glares directly at Wolf.

Smitty: Monday Night, October 14th. Hardcore Champion Dean Wolf versus APW World Heavyweight Wrestling Champion Smith Jones. Champion versus Champion! Non-Title. A little something for the both of us to look forward to. Do your best to hold onto that strap of yours. Wanna play? Lace up; show up. Now excuse me, I’ve got a World Title Match to prepare for.

Jones drops the mic and exits.

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APW Presents: SUPREMACY 9/30/19 Sept 30, 2019 19:55:49 GMT -5

Post by BonnieBlue on Sept 30, 2019 19:55:49 GMT -5

North American Title Match

Spartan vs Road Dawg (c)

Clearwater: Supremacy rolls on.

St. Remi: And that’s not any rolling, that’s the Road Dawg’s chopper!

Clearwater: Now the longest reigning singles campion in APW history, Road Dawg hopes to continue his era defining reign over the North American Title against his greatest challenge yet in Spartan.

St. Remi: Spartan endured hell at Jubeilation to get here, and now he’s one fall from the title #2.

Clearwater: So let’s roll on!

“Unstoppable” by For the Fallen Dreams begins to echo over the Arena’s PA system. The arena goes black and then strobes begin flashing in a seemingly random pattern over the crowd before focusing on the entranceway. Spartan appears in his in-ring attire, as the flashing stops, with a single beam focused on him. Spartan raises his arms out beside his body and roars, before the arena flashes into darkness and then the lights quickly return to normal.

Jessica Kaine: This match is scheduled for one fall, and it will be for the Alpha Pro-Wrestling North American Title… first, hailing from Los Angeles, CA… and weighing 265 pounds… Spartan!

Spartan runs to the ring - he leaps onto the apron in a single jump and grabs the top rope and slings himself into the ring over the top rope. He rolls the landing and explodes to a turnbuckle opposite him. He climbs and raises both fists in the air to illicit a response from the crowd.

Clearwater: Do you love his fire or what?

St. Remi: He’s just another hardcore goon. He’s no amtch for da Dawg!

Clearwater: We’ll see—and here he comes!

A live rock band play out the revving engine of an all-American motorcycle off screen. The band strikes up a metal cover of I’ve been everywhere, only clearing for the imposing sight of the Road Dawg and his chrome machine of doom—tearing down the ramp straight through his official intro.

Jessica: And announcing your Alpha Pro North American Champion from parts unknown… he weighs over 220 pounds… the Roooooooad Daaaaaaaawwg!

Clearwater: Look at that master of intimidation. He’s an unstoppable force unlike many we’ve seen in APW.

St. Remi: Like I said, bro. You don’t beat Road Dawg. He runs you over.

Clearwater: And what about this band!

St. Remi: Typical fan reaction… just look in the ring and that title, Mikey. He doesn’t care about the show. Da Dawg came here to whoop ass—and that’s what he’s gonna do!

The referee obtains the belt and shows it to both corner. He then holds it high before passing its impressive weight off to the timekeeper’s table.

DING DING DING!

Clearwater: And we’re off… already, Spartan relying on his size advantage. Road Dawg off the ropes.

St. Remi: Textbook shoulder block from Sparty. He might be new to the game, but he’s a fast learner.

Clearwater: Spartan working the back now with some version of a stretcher—

St. Remi: That surfboard going against the smaller man, but da Dawg doesn’t tap.

Road Dawg gets a pop from the fans as fights onto one knee. A couple body blows free them long enough for Road Dawg to give chase. Spartan swings fast but eats a knee for his trouble. Frustrated, both exchange sickening head butts that crash together sounding like tides against a rocky shore. Spartan returns with elbows until he regains control.

Clearwater: Brutal strikes from da Dawg, but Spartan has been here before. He bested Allen Anderson in a cage of horrors, you have to imagine this match is a cake walk.

St. Remi: Do not even, bro. Nobody can match da Dawg!

Spartan, after a long breather, follows his barrage by looking for his Revolutionizer. Fan go boom until Road Dawg slides over his shoulders. He follows that with forcible pumphandle drop.

Clearwater: Spartan almost slammed the door shut in the champion’s face, but he’s down.

St. Remi: No cover! Spartan slapping the canvas. He wants more of da Dawg!

Road Dawg obliges by kneeing him back to the floor. Spartan lies there at knees, leaving him open for a world-crushing DDT. Road Dawg wants the cover bad.

One!

Two!!

Clearwater: Barely two, I doubt this is the last we’ve seen of Sparty tonight.

St. Remi: No, he’s too hard to kill, bro. But can he really keep surviving this match? Road Dawg is a vet unlike anything Spartan has experienced until now. How would you fight him off?

Clearwater: No one wants to fight him… and his long run demonstrates how far—huge right from the champ.

St. Remi: Just answer the question, my dude.

Clearwater: No, there are so few that can match Road Dawg’s intensity. Another haymaker, bringing Spartan back to reality. Have we been too faithful?

The champ tries to orchestrate some sort of suplex, but Spartan gets a knee into the thighs first. Road Dawg grunts, trying once more, but Spartan reverse their fortunes to hit a fisherman suplex onto the champion while rolling into an imperfect bridge.

One!

Two!!

Clearwater: Road Dawg in trouble with Spartan taking control of his pivot foot.

St. Remi: He’s not locking up at all—whoa dude! That was cool!

Clearwater: He just deadlifted da Dawg and slammed him back down!

St. Remi: I haven’t seen a wheelbarrow slam like that in years! Where did he learn it?

One!

Two!!

Clearwater: And again, the champ has more in his tank.

St. Remi: Spartan mounting the top guard… and he’s just trying to punch Road Dawg’s lights out!

Clearwater: Look at those punches! He could win the title here!

Spartan rocks the champion’s jaw with a near-illegal elbow to the top of his head. Road Dawg answers back, but Spartan continues to throw match-ending punches upside da Dawg’s temples.

Clearwater: This isn’t Rocky! One of those is going to do him in if he’s not careful.

St. Remi: It’s a matter of opinion. Road Dawg has that goon right where he wants him!

After a sizable exchange, one of his elbows comes from an illegal angle. Their referee, the honorable Spanky O’Shaughnessy, pulls Spartan off the champion with a livid explanation.

St. Remi: The challenger is beside himself. He must not have seen that 12-to-5 elbow that nearly cracked da Dawg’s head to piece.

Clearwater: Da Dawg is back to his feet, welcoming more from the opposite corner.

Spartan rebounds off the ropes yet overreaches on his swing, which leaves him on all fours. Road Dawg capitalizes with a punt kick to the chest. He then wears down the area with a select punches and kicks to wear his challenger down.

Clearwater: His pace is slow and his demeanor surer than hell’s fury. But is this him at 100%?

St. Remi: Not a chance, bro—oh no, now he’s got the neck controlled!

Clearwater: And a quaking brainbuster from the North American champion.

St. Remi: These guys are on warpaths. And I don’t think anyone can stop them now.

Road Dawg follows that a pinning elbow drop, one that misses the slithery athleticism of Spartan. Dawg growl in pursuit. Spartan throws a lariat, but both latch on for a double neckbreaker spot. Fans loved it.

St. Remi: Can you hear yourself thinking? My headphones are dying, bro.

Clearwater: So true, and these two are putting on one hell of a show.

St. Remi: Who shall rise and claim Supremacy!

Clearwater: O’Shaughnessy striking the count as we watch these warriors limp to their feet.

1… 2… 3…

Clearwater: Can they get up?

4… 5…

Clearwater: Who can grab that brass ring…

6…

Clearwater: And walk away from the Rupp as North American Champion!

Spartan rises and hits the ropes after seven. Road Dawg struggles, but he is able be avoid a disastrous attack all the same. Spartan then relies on all his momentum, and that sickening bounce, to rebound above the champ’s shoulders for physics-defying dropkick. Fans love that even more. He then whips Road Dawg into the farthest corner hard.

Clearwater: Road Dawg lilting out of the corner. Remi, I think he’s out of his feet!

St. Remi: No, he’s just preparing for another big move… I can feel it coming—Damn!

Clearwater: Spear! Spear! We might have a new champion!

One!

Two!!

Clearwater: Once more, the champion shows his grit!

St. Remi: Get up Dawg! You can do it!

Spartan signals to the fans. He has the head locked under his arm, and they all know what that means. Losing his last bite, the Road Dawg goes onto the challenger’s shoulders for a spun out inverted cutter.

Clearwater: Revolutionizer! He’s done it!

One!

Two!!

St. Remi: Not my dawg!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!

Jessica Kaine: And your winner… and new Alpha Pro-Wrestling North American Champion… Spartan!

Clearwater: He’s done it! All those weeks of torment between hardcore matches, and the wrath of Allen Anderson, Spartan has ascended to the next level! He is your new champion of North America!

St. Remi: Let me grieve… I hope da Dawg is okay.

Clearwater: Either way, his star has fallen tonight in Lexington. I doubt this is the last we’ll see of him, Remi.

St. Remi: You better believe it! And those champions out there—you better watch da Dawg!

Clearwater: So true, but tonight, the honors belong to Spartan. Up next will be a main event you won’t want to dream of missing. We’ll be right back!

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APW Presents: SUPREMACY 9/30/19 Sept 30, 2019 19:56:53 GMT -5

Post by BonnieBlue on Sept 30, 2019 19:56:53 GMT -5

World Heavyweight Championship

Two out of Three Falls
Zombie McMorris vs Smith Jones

A shot returns to the ringside where the anxious combo of Mike Clearwater and Jona St. Remi have a close and intimate encounter with APW fans.

Clearwater: I can’t believe we have finally arrived. Tonight’s main event will be something unlike anything to date in APW. Incomparable Smith Jones has waited longer than anyone else on this roster. If things go his way tonight, he may well be the next World Champion of this young company.

St. Remi: But he has more than an obstacle in his way, bro. Smitty might have thought the unexpected death of Masuda Jubei was his moment to shine… but along comes resident maniac, Zombie McMorris.

Clearwater: Fans had their reservations since the death of our first world champion. He will be missed; today, he finally turn the page to the future. One of these men will reign supreme, leaving Lexington with the greatest prize imaginable. Are you ready, Jona?

St. Remi: I was ready two matches ago. It’s go time, my dude. These fans are ready. Let’s go!

"Killed By Death" hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. The Guitar and drums kick in and play up as the crowd search for ZMAC. Them vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shows ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area.

Fans: If you squeeze me lizard, I’ll put my snake in you. I’m a romantic adventure and a reptile too.

He stands there with his back turned to the ring with his arms out in a ‘T’ pose. He turns to face the crowd as he takes a few steps down the aisle way.

Fans: Easy! Easy!

He pumps the crowd up as they go rabid for the Coked UP Mad Man who reaches into his pulls out a vial of cocaine and snorts it.

Fans: The only time I’m gone be easy is when I’m... KILED BY DEATH! KILLED BY DEATH!

Jessica Kaine: Tonight’s main event is scheduled for the best of three falls, and it is for the vacant Alpha Pro-Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship…. First, making his way to the ring.. from the Big Easy.. He stands six feet, six inches tall and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds… He is the Coked Up Mad Man.. ZZZOOMMMBIE… MCMORRR-IISSS!

Fans: I’m a lone wolf ligger but I ain’t no pretty boy!

Fans swarm him as he takes beer after beer and chugs them; getting some all over his face and chest. ZMAC is in a sea of “Dove Killah Certified OG’s” as the fans lift him up and body surf him down to the crowd barrier.

Fans: KILLED BY DEATH! KILLED BY DEATH! KILLED BY DEATH!

He jumps the barrier and slides into the ring. ZMAC takes to the adjacent turnbuckle and taunts the crowd before taking off his jacket and throwing it to the timekeeper. The Honey Badger has arrived.

Clearwater: I’ve said it before, but this is the most dangerous man in all professional wrestling.

St. Remi: He’s a fork and strain of hep from being Abdullah… but in a way, he’s also worse.

Clearwater: Very true, but can you even imagine APW with ZMAC at the helm?

St. Remi: Look, there’s few that can match his intensity. Even then, my money’s still on him, bro.

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

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

Smith strides confidently down to ringside. He mounts the steel ring steps and wipes his feet respectfully on the ring apron before parting the ropes and taking centre. Jones turns his back to camera to show off the sparkly silver "1'm" embroidered across his shoulders. He raises his right fist in the air and looks up at it. Smith opens his hand and spreads his fingers out wide as he lets go of everything outside the ring 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 what we live for as fans, and it goes without saying, we’ve never had a match like this one.

St. Remi: Totally. Smith/Jubei is old news… here is the future of APW.

Clearwater: Eddie Silk has them in their corners.

St. Remi: Look! It’s here! The Heavyweight Championship!

Silence follows the unimpressive Japanese executive walking down to the ring without music or fanfare. However, he’s also carrying the company’s most coveted prize in a scared display. ZMAC and Smitty eye this mysterious figure during his slow ascent into the ring. He then passes the title over to Silk with a mic coming way on the exchange. Fans boo him on the spot.

Hachiro: I understand your rage… my former colleague was a terrible man. I didn’t weep for his death because it opened more doors—hey!

ZMAC: Do we give a fuck what this dude has to say?

Zombie holds the mic up for a roaring “Hell No!” from the Rupp Center. Hachiro, still holding his speech in a palm, has an expression mixed between disgust and fear.

ZMAC: Hey whitey… you give a shit ‘bout this guy?

Smith Jones shakes his head, which prompts ZMAC to strike him over the head and dent the mic. Hachiro runs for a turnbuckle only to have McMorris bum toss him outside like garbage. Silk looks over the ropes, and with shrug, signals for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Clearwater: Jones. McMorris. Let’s go!

St. Remi: Equal strength on the grapples, no one wanting to look weak out of the gates.

Clearwater: McMorris has the leg—Jones kicks him back and gives chase.

St. Remi: Arm drags are a great tool… and another separating Jones from ZMAC.

Clearwater: If this one comes down to a desperate move, who’s your pick?

St. Remi: Wheel kick! Jones spins back—that was a hard knee just harpooning McMorris.

Smitty takes an early advantage by going for a full nelson, anything to restrain the unbridled energy of his opponent. ZMAC flails in every direction despite near flawless form on the hold. He then measured up for an elbow into the small of his back, dropping McMorris for a second.

Clearwater: Jones has been here before in APW… but how does that compare to ZMAC?

St. Remi: He just need to focus on—Jones hits the ropes.

Clearwater: Yakuza kick right to that lunatic’s jaw. And he’s looking for more!

St. Remi: Those elbows are scoring, but yeah, bro, Jones has to be in the match right now. Other stuff can distract you when there’s so much at stake… another nice elbow from Smitty.

Clearwater: He’s got ZMAC around the collar. What could he want here?

Smith Jones tries to whip ZMAC into the far ropes, but he reverses the throw into a hip toss. Before Jones can regain his footing, McMorris nails him under the chin with a kitchen sink knee. He then pounces onto Jones’s back and clubs at the back of his head.

Clearwater: Silk counting… and McMorris has to abandon his assault.

St. Remi: You don’t want to get in his clutches for long—McMorris hits the ropes!

Clearwater: Front dropkick booting the taste out of Smitty’s mouth.

One!

Clearwater: Not even two, as Smith Jones gets the shoulder up. Do you think these two mesh well?

St. Remi: Nope.

Clearwater: That’s all?

St. Remi: No one matches ZMAC. No one maps his technique. You just survive and return volleys.

Zombie continues his assault by harassing the dominant arm of Smith Jones. A little arm DDT leaves him grabbing at the joint. He then goes for a double foot stomp on entire forearm, but Jones manages to roll to safety. ZMAC slides after him like a penguin so that both men meet stares.

Clearwater: He’s getting into—backhand! Smitty’s not playing any more of his games!

St. Remi: Dude, he’s laughing it off… headbutt from McMorris! That’ll teach him to fight back!

Smitty gets back to one knee, but still has a hand on his sore jaw. ZMAC stomps the ground and drags his foot like a raging bull. Fans chant “ZMAC! Kill!” with smaller sections chanting “Smitty” in opposition. Zombie does a drunken somersault but Jones counters the rolling lariat with a pretty monkey flip. He goes right after McMorris with a straight-on elbow to the sternum. Shined and fluttering, Jones attacks his opponent with a contended belly-to-belly suplex. ZMAC lands hard and a bit wrong due to Jones’ injured arm. He tries for a pin until seeing McMorris already has a foot on the bottom rope.

Clearwater: He may not be normal, but ZMAC knows the ring as well as anyone.

St. Remi: Jones having to rethink his plan of attack. Nothing will score so long as he tangles in the ropes.

Clearwater: Silk demanding he get off the floor… is he doing a 10-count?

One… Two…

St. Remi: Oh man, he is!

Clearwater: ZMAC back to his feet, but he’s licking his own wounds.

St. Remi: That or trying to find residuals from his last bump.

Clearwater: We return to the center… Who has the heart to take over this match?

ZMAC pounds his chest Wolf of Wall Street style, amping fans up to an unhealthy level. Jones takes the slow down as a moment to get feeling back into his arm. A few hard flicks gets whips him back into game time shape. He roars back at Zombie with a barrage of clinched elbows to his temple. After a few strikes, and a toe-kick for good measure, Smitty hits a release belly-to-belly that has ZMAC crashes neck-first into the nearest turnbuckle. McMorris topples forward seemingly out cold.

St. Remi: Take it Home! That was nuts, bro!

Clearwater: My god! He just tossed ZMAC like a ragdoll!

One!

Two!

Clearwater: But Zombie gets a shoulder up! Where’d he get the strength?
St. Remi: Never doubt what a coke head can do.

Clearwater: Smith thought he had that one… he’s pulling ZMAC off the canvas and whips him into the ropes!

St. Remi: Right back him—McMorris goes over the ropes!

Clearwater: Not so fast!

Smitty follows the runaway train that Zombie became, but when he gets close, McMorris actually skins the cat to bicycle kick Jones in the crotch. Fans hate it, vehemently, but that lapse in concentration allows McMorris to set up a strange looking suplex out from the apron.

Clearwater: Oh don’t do that! Have mercy!

St. Remi: I might close my own eyes. I can’t watch this, bro.

Zombie has Jones over his shoulders for appears to be a vertibreaker on the apron. Smitty’s legs are above him kicking wildly. Fans gasp as ZMAC hits the drop with a sickening thud.

Clearwater: FGTKLR! Jones might be hurt!

St. Remi: He’s bringing out the old bag of tricks tonight. That’s how much this match means to both men that we’re seeing things from their secret stash… he’s crazy, bro. Someone might need to stop this.

Both remained on the floor opposite the announce tables with Smitty being the worst of them. Fans chant both man’s name in the vainest hope of prolonging the match.

One… Two…

Clearwater: A count is in order. Eddie Silk ordering them back into the ring, but no one’s budging.

Three… Four… Five…

St. Remi: Somebody get up! We can’t end it like this!

Six…

Clearwater: McMorris is back to his feet—and he’s shoving Jones back into the ring.

St. Remi: Count-outs suck, my dude. Glad to see them back into the center. Earn that pinfall!

Clearwater: Zombie playing to his mob again.

St. Remi: Jones is up—and ZMAC doesn’t see him!

Clearwater: Back suplex… and he rolls over—and a tiger suplex!

St. Remi: Now that’s a winning combination!
McMorris stumbles towards the ropes after smashing on his head twice. He leans against them with the oncoming express train coming in his direction. Smith Jones hits him, spearing both hard enough to crash into the outer barricade.

Clearwater: That might be “Tomorrow” in Smitty’s book, but these guys might have one after this.

St. Remi: Want to take another swing at that pitch?

Clearwater: Tomorrow, and Tomorrow—

St. Remi: And… the first way was better, you dork.

Humanity has been strewn everywhere where a few lucky fans get an up-close meeting with the APW Title hopefuls. Neither one gets up before the count hits three, when ZMAC nearly kips up from it. His rampage resumes when he uses an obese fan in reach and forcibly motorboats Jones in those sweaty tatties.

Clearwater: He’s got a story for the ages, Jona.

St. Remi: I think all that pizza grease sobered him up. Because we’ve got a fight again!

Clearwater: Jones dominating with those left hooks.

Five… Six…

Both head towards the apron, but a mad spirit overcomes Jones, as he forcibly whips ZMAC into the steel steps—so hard that he doubles over them.

Seven…

Clearwater: Jones is back inside. Can that coked up madman get back in time?

St. Remi: Bro, we might have our first fall!

Eight…

Clearwater: I think he’s getting up!

St. Remi: How?

Nine…

Clearwater: McMorris slides back in—just in the nick of time!

St. Remi: Smitty is back after him… ZMAC fighting back.

Clearwater: He overshot! Jones goes behind!

St. Remi: Sleep Paralysis! Bro, his head hit that turnbuckle again!

Clearwater: ZMAC goes limp after the full nelson suplex!

One!

Two!!

THREE!!!

Jessica Kaine: Smith Jones scores by pinfall! And he now leads 1 – 0!

Clearwater: I’m surprised.

St. Remi: How so?

Clearwater: Zombie is supposed to be invincible.

St. Remi: He’ not, dummy. Just look back to Dean Wolf and Spartan’s tangles with him. ZMAC is anything but a perfect machine. Of course, I’d never want to face him in a war of attrition. Hell. No.

Jones leans off the ropes so they brace his weight. All this helps to recover what this match had already taxed from him. ZMAC remains prostrate there with Silk threatening another 10-count over his motionless corpse. A smile creeps across Jones’s face as that final count begins.

One… Two… Three…

Clearwater: McMorris might be out of it.

St. Remi: He’s come back from worse.

Clearwater: Are you sure?

Four…

St. Remi: Positive… look, his legs are twitching.

Five… Six…

Clearwater: New Champion on the way!

Seven…

Clearwater: These fans are behind him all the way!

St. Remi: Listen to these people, bro!

Eight…

St. Remi: They love them some Smitty!

Nine…

Something about that penultimate strike sends a wave of energy throughout McMorris’s body. Surges downwards, affecting every limb until ZMAC rose sharply to his knees. His expression is vacuous but living. Jones falls to one knee in disbelief. Loyalties resurface with many fans coming to cheer on the legendary Zombie McMorris; meanwhile, all those uppers pumping through his bloodstream finally kick ZMAC’s pale ass into full gear.

St. Remi: The Honey Badger returns!

Clearwater: He’s wailing mercilessly on Smitty!

St. Remi: That’s what Zombie McMorris is all about, bro!

Clearwater: Jones with a hotshot!

Even racking his chin on the middle rope isn’t enough to turn ZMAC back. He simply returns with violent kicks to the midsection. Jones crawls towards the nearest turnbuckle, which leaves him vulnerable with a flying back elbow.

Clearwater: McMorris on a frenzied mission tonight… oh don’t do that!

St. Remi: He’s got Jones upside down in a tree of woe—not that goomba stomp!

Clearwater: Mercy! Have you no compassion, ZMAC?

St. Remi: Stop man, you’re killing him!

Clearwater: Wait… Smitty is getting back up.

He gets about two-thirds the way until those stomping boots curb stomp Jones to the canvas.

One!

Two!!

THREE!!!

Jessica Kaine: Pin fall, McMorris… and with that all, we’re now tied 1 – 1!

Clearwater: Zombie McMorris comes roaring back into this match to even it up.

St. Remi: Like I said, he’s dangerous in a game of attrition. Now ZMAC can see the light.

Clearwater: Smith Jones is down, and we might be looking at the end here, partner.

St. Remi: He’s got the leg—Smith was playing opossum!

Clearwater: backslide!

One!

Two!!

Clearwater: McMorris nearly flipped out of that pin attempt.

St. Remi: And now he’s eating leather for his troubles.

Clearwater: Silk steps in again for the health of his competitors.

St. Remi: Health? He’s just keeping Smitty alive against that doped loon.

Zombie, exhausted as he does, pulls the slumping Smith Jones off the canvas. Jones answers with a European elbow. ZMAC smashed his down with a double axe handle, and then washes his boot sole off on Smitty’s face. Fans have since ceased with their allegiances and married the biggest spots instead. All that flat lines with a fist raised high.

Clearwater: He’s got that Falcon Punch half-cocked. This could do it!

St. Remi: Jones might be a fighter, but can he—he ducked it!

Clearwater: Jones unleashes a fury of snap jabs… but McMorris is eating them like candy!

St. Remi: Toe kick—and a DDT!

One!

Two!!

Clearwater: No! That close to a new APW champion!

St. Remi: Whoever has the motor to win this match is not human.

Clearwater: Smitty’s going up… he’s got bad intentions in mind!

St. Remi: Can he make it that far? ZMAC is almost in the center. That’s going to be—Oh Damn!

Clearwater: Crestfall! Crestfall!

Jones hit the tucked moonsault; however, Zombie managed to roll over to his side. Missing the direct hit limited his damage, but Smitty still goes for the victory roll up.

One!

Two!!

2.999999!

Clearwater: By a blink! How much more can these guys take?

St. Remi: I don’t know, bro… I lost track an hour ago.

Clearwater: Jones is up. ZMAC is getting up. Who wants it more? Who can put the other man down for good?

St. Remi: People observing might see that as respect—it’s not. These two have gone past the stage of hatred or respect. This is survival, people… okay. Only one sack of meat stands between them and supremacy.

Jones gestures “bring it” albeit almost falling over as he does. ZMAC spit blood at him. Smitty gestures again, which pulls the coked up maniac into a mosh pit of punches. No one comes out on top of that slobberknocker. They simply batter each other senseless with stiff punches.

Clearwater: Jones, McMorris, Jones—these two are going for a double KO at this rate.

St. Remi: Like someone beating a sack of water… dropsault! ZMAC almost took his head off!

Clearwater: Jones is reeling! And another big knee from ZMAC!

St. Remi: He’s got Smitty by the side… but can he still get that stalky dude off the ground?

Zombie McMorris, with much protest from Smith Jones, clamped on his side from a gutwrench suplex. His grip slips just enough that Jones finds his magical window to attack.

Clearwater: Jones rolls behind—it’s the System!

St. Remi: What a great counter by Jonesy boy! He’s got that crossface chickenwing locked on tight.

Clearwater: McMorris is trapped! Can he hope to break free?

Jones fights to get that last arm in place, until then, he cannot put the absolute best pressure on the hold. His concentration lapses for one second—when ZMAC gauges the eye to break free. He then hits the ropes for another Falcon Punch! only to eat a reverse atomic drop. He hobbles around yelling about his “meat sack” loud enough that cameras pick it up.

Clearwater: Jones goes behind—Point of Controversy!

St. Remi: Oh no, bro… he wants to make sure ZMAC is dead.

Clearwater: This can’t be good!

Smitty goes halfway up the turnbuckle. From that second foothold, he drops a kneepad to expose the bare weight of his joint. Fans, already going bananas in the Rupp Center, completely lose their shit.

Clearwater: He’s aimed and primed to fire… Gravitas!

St. Remi: He just crushed McMorris’s pumpkin! It’s over!

Clearwater: Jones makes the cover!

One!

Two!!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!

Jessica Kaine: Your winner, and new Alpha Pro-Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion… Smith Jones!

St. Remi: Masuda’s crown has fallen into common hands! Long live King Jones!

Clearwater: He’s done the impossible… and now Smitty is the master supreme.

St. Remi: ZMAC had his chances, but nothing in this world could deny Jones that title a second time.

Clearwater: Thank you for joining us for this changing of the guard in APW. We’ll see you next Monday for another exciting episode of Metal. Long live the new king!

Jones hugs the belt like a golden child. Roll to credits and the APW logo as the feed fades to black.

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