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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jul 26, 2015 12:05:01 GMT -4
Live from the Oracle Arena in Oakland, California
The sirens sound throughout the Oracle Arena in California as APW's return to the professional wrestling world has caused the fans to erupt. There are several signs held by the APW fans, including, "C.J. GATES SUCKS!" and "BIGGS, KISS ME?" as the camera pans throughout the arena. We focus in on APW announcers Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase.
Harvey: It's a great day, Johnny! The APW has returned and we're live with the very first episode of Deception!
Chase: I cannot wait to see these megastars take to the ring again. The reunion show was a blast but now everything counts again! All is right within the wrestling world.
Harvey: The world is buzzing from C.J. Gates and his dastardly behavior towards Mark Mania during the reunion show. The fans have clearly turned on the former Undisputed Champion and he's going to have to do some explaining to get them back on his side!
Chase: Maybe he doesn't want them on his side, Darren - did you ever think of that?
Harvey: Regardless, he takes on former Phoenix Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion, Arkia Fisk, making her APW main roster debut. She's competed and faired well in Survive & Conquer but she's looking to make her mark now and she'll have a tough challenge against C.J tonight!
Chase: I'm excited to see Sally Talfourd mix things up again. She'll have her hands full against APW rookie Crusher Crenshaw!
Harvey: You bet, let's get to......
The lights dim down and a green strobe light begins as "Jesus Christ Pose" by Soundgarden begins to play, interrupting Darren Harvey mid-sentence. After a few moments C.J. Gates walks out onto the stage to boos, although a few hopeful cheers break through. He pauses at the top of the ramp for a moment before making his way down the ramp, ignoring any fans who reach over before sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. He pops up and climbs the nearest corner, holding his arms out with a smile on his face. He does this one more time before he grabs a microphone and stands in the center of the ring as the music fades and a few boos continue.
C.J. Gates: There was a time when I came into APW and didn't know what to expect. I wasn't sure what was going to happen and I didn't know who I could trust. All I knew was what I was capable of and what I could do inside of the ring. I fought for myself and I fought for all of the fans that watched APW on a regular basis.
And then I got word that an APW reunion was happening which got me thinking about jumping back into the ring. Not only that, but it also got me thinking about my past. About everything that I went through.
Gates pauses for a moment, looking around the arena.
C.J. Gates: I shed blood, I sweated my ass off, I overcame obstacles other men would have turned and ran from. And I did so for the fans. I did so for the millions who cheered me on from one city to another. For everyone that had faith in me when the pundits had me pegged to fail. The fans were the ones I wanted to entertain. Titles be damned, as long as the fans went home happy, I was alright.
The key words there are were. Went. For those of you following at home, I'm talking past tense. You see, as the reunion show got closer, I started to wonder why I risked my life for people who wouldn't risk their lives for me. Why I put myself through hell just to fight for the rights of people who would forget about me the moment they walked out of the arena. I asked myself why the hell did I put the interests of others over the interests of myself?
And then I came to the decision that it was high time I fought for number one. It was about time I put myself first and did what I wanted to do. After all that I went through, after all that I did, its about time I did things my way for a change, and not bow down to what you, the fans, want of me.
At this point, the fans begin to throw more boos his way, and Gates shrugs with a smirk.
C.J. Gates: And that is why I did what I did at the reunion show. That is why I attacked Mark Mania. That is why I decided to assert my authority on the new dawn of APW. This time around, you aren't getting a fun loving fan pleaser, this time you're getting a man who means business. A man ready to show his mean streak and do whatever it takes to succeed. Because after all, that's the name of the game right now. Success-
Before Gates can finish, Rush's "Far Cry" cuts him off as Mark Mania walks out from the back to cheers and makes his way down the ramp. Cautiously he climbs into the ring, always keeping his eye on Gates.
Mark Mania: I've sat back and listened to what you had to say, Gates, and I've got to say, it's complete bullshit. You're just talking yourself in circles and showing your insecurities to the world. You proved just how little of a man you are at the Reunion Show.
C.J. Gates: When I beat you?
Mark Mania: When you cheap-shotted me.
The crowd boos at the reminder of Gates' attack on Mania after their match.
Mark Mania: I thought you were someone with integrity. Someone with some substance to who they are. I watched as you spent your career here fighting off the rats who took the easy way out of everything. Little did I know that you were just a wolf in sheeps clothing. Little did I know you were just one of them waiting for your chance to strike.
C.J. Gates: Come on, Mark. Even you can understand that you've got to do everything you can to get ahead and get what you want.
Mark Mania: And what do you want? To lose any respect you once had? To shun the fans who cheered you on? To piss me the fuck off?
Gates shakes his head.
C.J. Gates: Didn't you hear me before? For years I did everything and I got no respect from it. There might have been a few people who respected me, but these fans, they only respect me while they are in the arena. And I still got shit from everyone in the back week in and week out. I was their punching bag. I was their stepping stone. I got no respect from anyone back there, so now I'm going to take it.
Mark Mania: Maybe I need to stop you from taking it. Maybe I need to show you the proper way to earn respect. Maybe I need to put you in your place.
Gates is the first to take a step forward but Mania steps up to match him. The two men stand nose to nose, exchanging words back and forth. Gates is the first to react, shoving Mania backwards, telling him to stop being a coward. Mania smirks and shakes his head before lunging toward Gates, but C.J. ducks out of the way and Mania gets nothing but air. He turns around and blocks a Gates punch before laying in two more of his own. He goes for a third but Gates manages to drop down and roll out of the ring before Mania can connect. Gates shakes his head and makes his way up the ramp while Mania tells Gates to get back in the ring. Gates continues up the ramp, smirking back at Mania, who continues to call Gates back. Gates pauses at the top of the ramp and locks eyes with Mania.
C.J. Gates: The fun has just begun, Mark, and I know you will love it. See you at work.
Gates smirks and tips his hat at Mania before disappearing backstage. Mania climbs out of the ring and heads up the ramp after Gates. APW heads to a commercial break as the fans reach for the hand of Mark Mania. |
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jul 26, 2015 13:02:44 GMT -4
Harvey: Let's get to the ring, folks. A name we're familiar with in "Supersonic" Branden Harvey squares off against newcomer Devin Richards!
Chase: You mean Harvey's still hanging around? I thought Mr. Dangerous would have taken care of him by now. Let's hope he doesn't hurt himself running to the ring...
The camera pans to the ring where APW ring announcer Nicky Paige is awaiting her command to begin the in-ring introductions for the very first APW Deception match.
Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
The opening chord of 'Thunderstruck' hits as the lights dim a bit. Bulb flashes go off in the crowd. As the first beats of the drum with "THUNDER!" begins, out from the back walks Devin Richards. He stands on the stage with his hands on his hips as he looks to the fans. He then slowly and methodically walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans. A couple of fans try to reach out and touch him, and he turns and glares them down. He climbs the stairs and onto the apron before turning to the crowd and raising both hands over his head. He then uses the ropes to backwards flip into the ring and runs to the turnbuckle, hopping to the middle and posing for the crowd despite their boos.
Paige: From Seattle, Washington, making his debut in APW... Devin Richards!
As Devin hops down and moves to his corner to stretch out and wait for the match to start, 'Fuel' by Metallica hits the speakers, the jeers of the crowd turning into cheers. Those cheers only get louder when Branden Harvey emerges from behind the curtain. Pausing for a moment to soak up the crowd's reaction, he then sprints toward the ring. As he nears the ring, he leaps in the air, springs his right foot off of the ring apron, and uses his momentum to do a flip and land in the ring.
Paige: And his opponent... from Sacramento, California... 'Supersonic' Branden Harvey!
Branden raises his hands to the fans, their ovation making him grin ear-to-ear while Devin can be seen rolling his eyes in the background. Harvey's expression goes slightly more serious when his music cuts and he turns to face his opponent.
Darren Harvey: There's no denying that Harvey's got his game face on. He's going to need it to make the impact he wants to make now that APW is back.
Johnny Chase: Game face? Hah, this isn't gonna be a game for Brendan. Devin's going to tear him apart!
Singles match:
Devin Richards Vs. 'Supersonic' Branden Harvey
The moment that the bell rings, Richards rushes Harvey, trying to take his head off with a lariat, but Harvey ducks it, nailing Richards with low kicks to the thigh as he whirls around. Harvey gets three leg kicks off before being shoved away roughly by the much larger Richards. Harvey keeps on the attack, swooping in and nailing Richards with a low dropkick to the same leg. This drops Richards to one knee, giving Branden time to rush to the opposite ropes. He bounces off for added momentum but runs right into a stiff clothesline. Branden falls to the canvas immediately as Richards shakes his leg out.
Darren Harvey: Oof. Harvey got off to a good start, but Richards is just so powerful, and so much bigger. This is going to be a serious uphill battle for Harvey.
Johnny Chase: You know who else had an uphill battle? That dude who rolls the rock up the hill forever.
Richards has had enough time to recover, so he heads over to where Branden is struggling to get reoriented. As soon as Harvey is on his feet, he gets a wicked knife-edge chop that sends him reeling into the ropes. Another chop leans him almost clear over the top rope to spill out onto the floor. Richards delivers a third staggering chop before grabbing Harvey's arm and whipping him into the opposite ropes. Harvey rushes back into a ring-shaking scoop powerslam. He stays there and hooks a leg for the first pin attempt of the match.
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Johnny Chase: See? What I tell you? All Harvey's in for is his uphill battle, and at the end, a boulder crushes him.
Darren Harvey: Well...this is APW, and anything can happen, but it certainly seems that way right now. He's not crushed yet, though.
Richards doesn't look very impressed, but at the same time, not surprised. He lifts Harvey up and then runs him into the turnbuckles at speed with a running shoulder thrust. Harvey cries out as all the wind is driven from him, then again as Richards repeats the attack. Once Harvey looks like he's not going anywhere for a while, Richards smirks and backs up into the opposite corner. He leans back against the turnbuckles, then charges forward, but his attempt at a huge boot to the head is averted as Harvey ducks out of the way, leaving Richards hung up on the top rope! Harvey staggers up to his feet as Richards pulls himself free. Harvey then leaps up with a pele kick to the stunned Richards! This knocks Richards back into the corner. Feeling momentum shifting his way, Harvey hypes himself up, then rushes into the opposite corner as well. His move hits home though as he nails a big dropkick to Devin's chest! Richards falls to the canvas, rolling towards the middle of the ring with his momentum. Seeing this, Harvey hits the ropes again, this time unleashing a running shooting star press! He hooks the leg (with a little effort).
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At the last moment, Richards kicks out emphatically, showing he's still got a lot of power and energy left.
Darren Harvey: How's that Sisyphian fight looking now, Chase?
Johnny Chase: What? Did you call Harvey a sissy? If so, you're so right.
Harvey furrows his brow, trying to think of what else to do. All he can think of is to jump from higher, so he starts climbing up to the top rope. However, as he gets to the top rope, Devin has rolled to his feet and rushes over, knocking one of his legs out from under him, crotching Harvey on the top rope. He takes a second to gather himself, then smirks. He grabs Harvey off the top rope and holds him on his shoulders. He spins in the ring a bit, showing how much control he has of the situation. Then he throws Harvey up over his head...
Johnny Chase: And here's the crushing I was telling you was coming--
Darren Harvey: Whoa!
...and gets planted on the top of his head when Harvey reverses into a DDT! The crowd gasps a bit, then cheer as Harvey quickly ascends the nearest turnbuckle, back to the ring. Without stopping to hesitate or measure, he leaps off the top turnbuckle, twisting himself around in a Phoenix Splash that keeps going for an extra rotation!
Darren Harvey: Sonic Boom! He got all of it!
He quickly covers Richards, working hard to hook both legs.
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Winner: Branden Harvey
Chase: Well, slap my thigh! Branden Harvey wins in the very first match of the new APW! Even a blind squirrel finds a nut from time-to-time, right, Darren?
Harvey: Don't take that away from him, Johnny. "Supersonic" reigns supreme on APW Deception!
Nicky Page: Here is your winner...Branden Harvey!
After his win, "Supersonic" Branden Harvey picks up the mic.
Branden: Wasted potential.
He looks around at the crowd, waiting for their anticipation to reach it's peak.
Branden: That's all people see when they look at me. Wasted potential. I'm capable of putting on a damn good match every time I come to this ring. I've even won a few. But what did I accomplish in my years here in APW? I won he Xtreme Championship once. A Championship I lost in my second title defense.
Branden Harvey looks understandably upset. The APW fans can feel his pain.
Branden: I WAS THE 2010 RISING STAR OF THE YEAR, DAMMIT!!!! People saw good things in my future and I blew it. I disappointed everybody. And that's nobody's fault but my own. But I'm telling you, right here, right now, that I'm not going to make that mistake again. The resurrection of APW brought new life and new opportunity for the Supersonic One. And I'm here to take that opportunity by the balls and run with it.
The camera focuses on "Supersonic" Branden Harvey celebrating on the top turnbuckle as we fade to the back where Shane West is standing by a locker room door. Embossed with a strange esoteric symbol colored seafoam green, the camera just barely is able to focus on the writing below that says "Every time I slip into the Ocean, It's like going home." The APW journalist politely knocks on the door as his voice breaks addressing the telecast
Shane West: Ladies and gentlemen I am standing by, here I am told is the dressing room of Crusher Crenshaw. His handler Jackson Kaiser is not here tonight, so this is really uncharted territory here as we try to get a word with one of the new blood of APW before his monum-
Suddenly, Shane West has to leap back several feet as the door violently opens from the inside. Out from the locker room comes the truly massive physique of Crusher Crenshaw. His dark, menacing features further aided by a wild look in his eyes as his head appears to be shaking in what can only be assume is rage, maybe fear? Mr. West bravely gathers up his composure, still trying to remain a safe distance away as he presents his question.
Shane West: M-M-M-uh...Crenshaw, sir. I-I-I was just hoping to uhm, get some final thoughts before your match with Sally Talfourd?
Those wild, uncontrollable eyes remove themselves from the floor and stare directly into the heart of Shane West. He slowly removes one of his gigantic palms from what we now noticed were aggressively wringing together, and takes the microphone. There is a bit of an awkward silence before Shane realizes that he's not getting the microphone back, as he delicately makes his way from the scene. The camera focuses entirely on the form of the Crusher who resumes his gaze at the floor as he speaks...nervous?
Crusher Crenshaw: Sally...plea...please don't...cry. I have to do...what I have to do...I wish...it wasn't you. I would ask you to forgive me. But I fear...you may not survive...Sentence...Me.
Crenshaw's lip begins to quiver as he drops the microphone, causing a brief irritating screech of feedback. The look of abject sadness on the face of Crenshaw quickly gives way to that wild and violent twitching of the eyes. With an animalistic growl, Crenshaw makes his way to the ring for his upcoming contest. APW Deception goes to commercial break.
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jul 26, 2015 13:06:02 GMT -4
The scene cuts backstage to show Jason Doyle and Jacob Whitehead standing in the interview area. There's no interviewer, but Jason has a microphone, obviously looking to fill that role himself. Jacob just stands next to him, drawn up to his full height (6' 11"), and glares at the camera.
Jason Doyle: Hello APW fans. Those of you who watch the wrestlers' videos during the lead-up to shows have already met us, but I know that some of you don't do that. That's fine, I'm not here to tell you how to consume your wrestling shows. But what I am here to do is to introduce myself and my client to those of you that watch wrestling for the wrestling and not for the nine million other videos the wrestlers all produce. My name is Jason Doyle. That's J.D. for short, if I like you. You can consider me the brains of the outfit, but I'm not the man you should be worried about.
With a flourish, Jason gestures toward the much bigger man, who curls his lips up in a bit of a smirk.
Jason Doyle: He is. Some of you might remember him. Most of you might not, and that's okay, because I promise that you won't soon forget him. This is Jacob Whitehead, but you can call him "The Tormentor." It doesn't really matter what you call him, because it's actions that mean something in this business. And in a little bit, this massive mountain of mayhem is going to go down to the ring and make Nadine Flagg wish she'd never heard of APW, and that's if she's lucky. If she's unlucky...
...and I've got a funny feeling like she's just got black cats swarming across her path, if you catch my drift, but if she's unlucky, then this Tormentor is going to beat her so bad, all the King's horses and all the King's men still couldn't put her back together again.
Jacob smirks a little more, starting to bounce on the balls of his feet, warming up for the match to come. Jason looks up and grins.
Jason Doyle: Looks like there's a storm brewing.
Jacob Whitehead: Yeah. My storm.
With this closing line, the pair walk out of the shot and prepare to enter the Oracle Arena. Back at ringside, Chase and Harvey are seen bickering...
Johnny Chase: Man, I liked this guy's old manager better.
Darren Harvey: Why, because--
Johnny Chase: Because she had tits, Darren! And she knew how to use 'em.
Harvey's response is an unintelligible groan as the scene cuts to the ring. The lights in the arena go down as a moon appears on the big screen as "Among the Living" by Anthrax starts to play. Suddenly, crows can be heard as smoke rises on the stage. The phrase 'Redrum' appears on the big screen as a cloaked figure appears on stage. This figure stops at the edge of the entrance and holds her arms out for a few seconds. As she does this, it is not fireworks that go off behind her but instead what looks to be dead birds fall from above and onto the stage behind her. After a few seconds she removes her cloak to reveal her wrestling tights. Over her tights is jean jacket with a head obscuring a bit of her face. On the jacket is several buttons. Some feature smiley faces, or pigs in cops uniforms and stuff with anti-authority statements. She smiles from under hood before she walks to the ring in almost a sensual nature. With the smoke rising around her, she climbs up the steel steps and stops at the apron. She leans on the ropes before finally pulling off her hood. She gives a terrifying smile before entering the ring. She sits in the ring Indian style and begins talking to her index finger before the match begins.
Harvey: Nadine Flagg here on her APW debut, already becoming known as one of the more unusual characters around the locker room, and I suppose that's saying something.
Chase: What my partner is trying to say is, she's a freak... I love it! I bet she can be a real Dirty Birdie, too.
Harvey: Congrats Johnny, that's the smartest reference you'll make all night and maybe two people will get it.
“Cirice” hits the speakers, and immediately, Jason Doyle waltzes out. He gets the crowd hyped up (a.k.a. gets booed at) for about fifteen seconds before Jacob Whitehead comes out just as the music is starting to get good. He shouts a bit at the crowd who is booing Jason before striding down to the ring. It doesn’t take long to get there on his long legs, and once he is at the bottom of the ramp, he climbs up onto the apron, then steps over the top rope with relative ease. He paces a bit, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he gets amped for the match, Jason speaking words of encouragement from the floor.
Harvey: Oh... my... GOD look at the size of that behemoth! Ladies and gentlemen, we have seen our share of giant killings in APW but Nadine Flagg looks like a CHILD next to the man who just entered the ring.
Chase: Jacob Whitehead is back in an APW ring for the first time in years and he is one terrifying individual. Let's see if he can turn that great physicality into major success under his new manager Jason Doyle... and I guess we're about to find out because here comes the bell!
The bell rings to start the match and the two competitors stare each other down, Nadine stalking lithely around the ring whilst Jacob simply stands his ground in one corner. With Jacob leaving her no weakness to exploit, Nadine feints to step out of the ring, then lunges at the giant with a corner avalanche... Jacob sidesteps with surprising quickness for a man of his size and she crashes face-first into the turnbuckle. Jacob takes the middle of the ring as Nadine staggers out of the corner, he winds up and unleashes a huge SPINNING BACKFIST that catches her flush on the jaw! The crowd lets out a collective "OOOOH" as Nadine Flagg drops like a stone to the mat, out cold.
Chase: GOOD. NIGHT. Nadine Flagg, thanks for playing.
In the ring, Jacob rolls Nadine over on her back to make the cover, but Jason Doyle starts yelling at him from ringside. The giant catches his manager's eyes and grins, then in one motion, deadlifts his opponent up from the canvas and into an overhead military press! He flexes his arms and presses his opponent like a barbell 3... 4... 5 times, then tosses her over the top rope to the outside! The crowd start to boo as Whitehead and Doyle mock their helpless prey.
Harvey: Damn it, that's enough! Whitehead has made his point, now he's just beating on an opponent who can't fight back any more.
Chase: Hey, he's got to show who's King, right? Inflict a little Misery?
Harvey: Shut up, Johnny.
The ref starts to count Nadine out as Jacob flexes and struts in the ring and Jason Doyle taunts the crowd, bringing a hail of boos. Nadine is showing no signs of getting to her feet as the ref's count reaches 6...7... but suddenly Jacob is stepping out of the ring, breaking the count! He drags Nadine to her feet once more, then HURLS her into the steel steps, knocking them loose, before striding over to her and tossing her back into the ring.
Harvey: OH COME ON NOW! Somebody put a stop to this! The fight's over!
Jacob hoists Nadine onto his shoulders in the middle of the ring, takes a few seconds to drink in the pleading of the ref and the hatred of the fans, then... RUMBLE OF THUNDER! He brings her crashing down face-first to the mat. He rolls her over and with one foot, finally makes the cover. Ref counts...
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Winner: Jacob Whitehead
Jacob Whitehead is announced the winner and his manager rolls into the ring to raise his hand.
Harvey: Well folks... his methods may be brutal, but Jacob Whitehead just earned his title of "The Tormentor" with that dominant display. As for Nadine Flagg, I don't know if she can recover from a beating like that on debut. I'll be surprised if we see her again in an APW ring.
Chase: I guess you could say she just didn't have... "IT," right, Darren.
Harvey: Just stop.
The cameras return from the dominating performance of Jacob Whitehead to a wonderful, amazing, radiant close-up of ‘The Last Magician’ Sally Talfourd. Smiling in all her happiness - and what’s not to be happy about on a night like tonight? A sold-out crowd, a massive card and a returning APW! The shot widens to see Shane West standing alongside APW’s very own darling, microphone at the ready.
West: At this time, I’d like to welcome Sally Talfourd back to APW television once more!
There’s a pop from the crowd, some embarrassment across Sally’s face. She pretends to fix her hair in a coy way of trying to hide it.
West: Well, it seems the fans are happy you’re back. The real question is: Are you happy to be back.
Sally: Shane, are you kidding me!? This is APW. It’s your home. It’s my home. It’s all these fan’s home. We’ve been wandering the wrestling landscape in search of an oasis that can quench our thirst the same way APW used to. We’ve all been looking and searching and wandering around in a haze trying to find a new APW.
West: And?
Sally: And there is no other. There’s nothing like APW. And, now that it’s bad - it won’t take very long for everyone to remember that.
Sally smiles and the crowd applaud her efforts from out in the arena. West waits for things to die down before going on.
West: I think, though, that you have to admit APW looks a little different now. There’s plenty of new faces … including your opponent tonight: Crusher Crenshaw.
Sally nods, all that zip and pep fading away for a serious look of concentration.
Sally: Yes, yes he is. And, to be honest, I’m looking forward to this match. Well, no: Not just this match. I’m looking forward to going toe-to-toe with everyone who comes to APW who wasn’t here before. In its last incarnation, APW was stable. There was a core group of us who had been here for so long and looked to never leave. But now, with all this … freshness … well, there’s going to be all new match-ups, all-new contests, and all-new surprises!
West: Was it hard to prepare for this match?
Sally: As hard as any other match, Shane. I’ve been in the ring since APW closed doors, so I guess I don’t have the ring rust a lot of others coming back might have. But it would be arrogant of me to think I could take the prep easy just because of that. To win hard matches, you have to have hard prep sessions - and these were the hardest I’d been through in a while!
West: One last question: What’s driving you this time around?
The question catches Sally off-guard, causing her to stop, rub her chin, and try and figure out that answer.
Sally: Great question, Shane. I guess I’d have to say … legacy. What will I be leaving behind when this is all over, for me at least? I think this time around, I’m looking to the future, rather than to the now. The time I’ve got left in this business … I want to give back to it. And if APW can help me to do that this time, well then, I guess that’s what will drive me to stay on top of my game.
The two shake hands.
West: Thanks a lot Sally, and good luck in your match tonight.
We head back to ringside where the ever-beautiful Nicky Paige awaits the instructions to introduce the next two competitors. The APW fan base is rabid in anticipation.
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jul 26, 2015 13:06:21 GMT -4
Camera cuts to the parking lot view of the back of the Oracle Arena. The crowd comes to a hush as a yellow colored Porsche Cayman pulls up into one of the ordained spots for the APW Megastars choosing to drive to the arena. As the pure engine comes to a stop the driver's door opens revealing a pair of well built long caramel legs before panning upward to the body of Ms. Busine$$ herself, Arkia Fisk. The sellout crowd immediately goes into a frenzy as they see her pulling out an Adidas gym bag matching the blue basketball shorts on her waist. A white tank top covers her upper body and she starts for the back door of the Oracle with a smile on her face. Before the doors are opened for her she can already hear the decibels coming from inside. Turning toward the camera she blows a kiss toward the viewpoint making most of the men in the crowd hoot and holler even louder. A light giggle leaves her lips before she speaks.
Arkia Fisk: I missed you guys too.
She walks through the opened doors to see the camera following her from behind getting further response and whistles from the Oakland crowd.
Arkia Fisk: Uuuhhh see, yall a mess.
Arkia laughs out loud before turning around and facing the camera while walking backwards. She actually takes in the moment more than she expected looking around and smiling toward a lot of the backstage personnelle.
Arkia Fisk: APW, to the start of a long and rewarding relationship. Tonight I show one of your homegrowns how to grow up. If any you guys care about the man. Let him know the Busine$$ is real and he better think twice about not 'worrying' about me. If there's one thing I'm good at showing is that...everyone...should worry about me. My reputation isn't there as a joke. It's there because I worked for it.
Arkia reaches the room ordained for her and comes to a stop from her backwards walk.
Arkia Fisk: One thing you always want to be is better than the stories they tell. Don't worry CJ...I'm so much better than what the 'critics' have told you. Lets just see who really takes care of business tonight shall we.
The crowd cheers as Arkia opens the locker room door and walks in closing it shut, as we head to ringside for our next match.
Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, coming to the ring first, weighing in at 255 pounds, and representing Portland, Oregon… Magnus Colby!
Hit that loud guitar riff, hit it a second time and fire up Alabama Thunderpussy's "Motor Ready." The curtain parts and out from the back walks out the rugged looking Magnus Colby. Magnus has a scowl on his face as he simply marches towards the ring, not looking to slap hands with the fans, not looking for any sort of interaction what-so-ever. He's there with a purpose, and he's there looking for a fight tonight. Magnus is wearing a pair of black trunks, and a white pair of tights underneath those, complete with black knee pads and black boots. Tattoos on each arm are shown off as he grips the bottom ropes and pulls himself into the ring, he gets up quickly and marches around the ring ready to get going as his music fades. The lights go out in the arena. After several seconds, words written in a bright white begin flashing on the otherwise blackened out Jumbotron. With each fading word, a new word pops up on the screen.
CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!?!
As the last word fades, all five words reappear on the jumbotron at once.
CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!?!
The lights slowly come back on as 'Hear Me Now' by Hollywood Undead begins to play through the speakers as Roy Speede steps out on stage. He pauses center stage, and raises his arms above his head, index fingers to the sky in time with a set of pyros. He drops his arms out sideways, parallel to his shoulders to a second set of pyros, and he brings his arms in, index fingers folding into fists as his thumbs extend, touching to his chest in time to a third set of pyros.
Paige: Introducing, from Richmond, Virginia and weighing in at one hundred ninety-seven pounds, he is Action Packed Wrestling’s own Silver Lining, ROY SPEEEEEEEEDE!
Speede points toward the ring with one arm, dropping the other, and fires a ‘finger gun’ toward the ring in time with another set of pyros. He drops his arm and proceeds toward the ring, high-giving fans as he goes. He slides in under the bottom rope and climbs the far turnbuckle, repeating his arm motions to four more banks of pyrotechnics before back flipping off the turnbuckle down to the mat before turning around and stepping back, leaning against the turnbuckle and stretching out a bit as he waits for the bell.
Harvey: I’m excited for this match-up, Johnny. We’ve got a guy who has had some success in the APW against a newcomer with a ton of potential.
Chase: Hey, look, even you can find the silver lining somewhere!
Singles Match: “The Silver Lining” Roy Speede vs. Magnus Colby
The bell rings and the two lock horns immediately. Colby takes advantage of his larger size and brushes Speede back, refusing to gloat, but staring daggers through the “Silver Lining.” Colby circles with Speede on one knee, and they lock up again. This time, Colby grabs a handful of Speede’s hair and tosses him back, forcing him to land on the back of his head. He stomps on Roy’s head a few times drawing the ire of the referee.
Chase: I like this guy already!
Harvey: He doesn’t have any respect for the rules, apparently! Of course you’d root for him!
Colby ignores the referees warning and drives a hand to the chest of his opponent. Speede begins coughing in pain but Colby is unrelenting and continues pounding. Eventually, the referee begins counting but gets to four before Magnus quits his assault. Colby picks up the hurting Speede and wraps him around the stomach before flipping him over with a gutwrench sit-out powerbomb, hooking Speede’s arms with his legs as the referee jumps in to position…
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A kickout gives Speede new life. Magnus stands up but Speede is just a little quicker and gets up at approximately a split second before him. Roy boots Colby in the knee, and then in the hip, followed by one square to the chest of the much larger Magnus. Colby staggers backwards as Speede comes running up with a spinning leg lariat that sends Colby down to the mat.
Harvey: A quick combination from Speede sends Colby reeling!
Chase: Give him some time, Darren.
Magnus rolls underneath the bottom rope and takes a minute on the outside for a chance to catch his breath. Before he even knows what’s happening, Speede comes flying with a springboard plancha that sends both men crashing hard on the concrete floor. Speede quickly bounces up, rolls back in the ring, and rolls back out to break-up the referees count. He seeks out the slow-to-get-up Colby before grabbing him by the head and walking him towards the ring post. He launches the APW newcomer head first in to the steel! Colby grabs his head and goes down to his knees. Speed picks him up again and whips him in to the steel steps, flipping over the larger man, and forcing him to land hard on the other side. Speede doesn't give him any opportunity to rest as he sprints towards the steps, launching himself off of them and connecting with diving stomp to the stomach of Colby! He grunts and lets out a massive groan while Speede gets back in the ring.
Harvey: Fast and furious! The "Silver Lining" is quickly establishing himself as one of the rising stars here in the APW!
Colby finally makes his way back in the ring as Speede grabs him by the wrist and Irish-whips his opponent in to the turnbuckles on the other side. Speede urges for the fans to get behind him and sprints towards Colby in the corner. At the last second, Roy launches himself for a corner splash but Magnus catches him underneath the arms, walking out of the corner, and drops him for a sitout power bomb, almost cracking a smile as the back of Speede's head bounces off the mat. Colby covers quickly, hooking the leg...
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Colby is methodical in his approach, quickly stalking the smaller Speede, with a series of well-timed punches and kicks. He scoops up Roy and slams him down to the mat with precision. He pulls him back up quickly and grabs him with the left hand, while delivering a powerful right uppercut with the other. He repeats this process several times before allowing Speede to stay down. He drops a leg across the downed Speede. He snatches him up again, grabbing him by the gut, and spinning him around with a sidewalk slam. Colby covers yet again...
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Harvey: I enjoy the style of Colby. He's almost a throwback to an era where people seemed interested in a good ole' fashioned fight!
Chase: You wouldn't know what a fight was if it kicked you in the mouth.
Colby smacks his hands quickly, seemingly complaining about a slow count, before rolling Speede over on to his stomach. He bounces off the ropes and steps towards Roy, leaping up on his back with a double stomp, almost taking the air completely out of the "Silver Lining." But Colby doesn't relent there, following-up with a second stomp, as Speede rolls around the ring, flailing about. Colby picks up Speede and sends him bouncing in to the ropes and on his return, he catches him with a spine buster slam. The fans groan as the pounding that Speede is taking is brutal. However, one of APW's young phenoms, won't quit. Speede is still trying to get back to his feet. Colby allows him, but swings once he's up on wobbly knees, but Speede dodges out of the way, leaping towards the ring ropes. Magnus attempts a second but Speede once again dips underneath it. A third time brings about a similar result, and the frustration starts to mount.
Harvey: I don't think Colby is going to catch the lightning rod that is Speede.
Chase: They aren't playing duck hunt, Darren.
Magnus attempts a fourth blow but Speede throws up his arm with an attempt to block it and is successful. He fires back with a right hand of his own! It sends Colby reeling backwards as Speede struggles to maintain two feet underneath him. Colby comes back with another punch but Speede doesn't relent! He responds with a right of his own, dipping underneath Magnus' attempts! He's got the much larger man falling backwards as Speede dives towards the turnbuckle, quickly climbing to the top, and launching off with a double axehandle that sends Colby down to the mat back first! Speede scurries to cover but Colby is too close to the ropes. Speede takes the chance to shoot up the ropes again, and puts his arms up in the air as the crowd gets to their feet! Speede launches off with a 450 splash, but Colby moves at the last moment, and Speede crashes hard in to the mat. Colby slowly waits for Speede to pop-back-up before kicking him in the gut, shoving him between his legs, and picking him up for The Piledriver! He covers...
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Winner: Magnus Colby
The veteran slides underneath the ropes and raises both arms in the air celebrating his hard earned victory.
Harvey: What a huge victory for Magnus Colby! Roy Speede doesn't have anything to hang his head over - he put in an incredible effort here tonight.
Chase: I can't wait to hear more from this guy. I think he's going places. We'll be right back!
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jul 26, 2015 13:12:59 GMT -4
APW returns from a commercial break to the locker room of Oracle Arena. C.J. Gates is slowly walking through the hallways, keeping an eye over his shoulder. He comes to an intersection in the hallway and looks one way, just as Mark Mania comes running in from the other direction and hits Gates with a forearm shot. Gates staggers forward and composes himself, ducking under Mania's next swing. Gates gets passed Mania and begins to run down the hallway, passing one door after another. Another intersection comes up and Gates continues to run. As Mania gets there, a large arm can be seen sticking out, clothesline Mark Mania to the ground.
As the camera pans up, we see the large imposing figure of Buckson Gooch wearing a black three piece suit. He fixes his tie as he steps over the fallen body of Mania. He smiles, showing off a mouth full of teeth and leans forward slightly.
Buckson Gooch: I've always wanted to do that.
He looks up and spots Gates standing a few feet away. Buckson cracks his neck and takes a step toward him, but Gates turns and continues to run away.
Buckson Gooch: Thought so.
We cut back to ringside as Buckson Gooch walks off in the other direction. Paige: The following match is a tag team match.
The crowd explodes into cheers as "Hometown Hero" by Big K.R.I.T. begins to blare and fog starts to roll down the entrance way. The arena lights turn blue and the fog creates a haze effect. Anthony "The Promise" Bailey steps out from behind the curtain slowly. He is soon joined by Jair Hopkins pounding his chest and hyping himself with the crowd. They stop for a moment, high five, and look around the arena. Bailey's eyes widen as he strides to the ring greeting multiple fans. Jair does the same before running and sliding into the ring. Bailey climbs up the ring steps, steps through the ropes and into the ring.
Paige: Introducing first weighing in at a combined weight of 435 pounds, the team of Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins…. THE DYING BREED!
Harvey: Dying Breed returning for the second time this year to the APW ring. We can’t forget their monumental victory at the reunion show.
Chase: They were the strong team that night, but now they have to take on two of the newest faces to come to APW.
The opening riff of Sparta's 'Taking Back Control' blasts over the PA system as a mixed reaction immediately erupts from the crowd. Out from behind the curtain steps out Jackson Reid, a very solemn look on his face.
Paige: And their opponents tonight, making his way to the ring at 221 pounds … he is the The Chimers of APW … Jackson Reid!
Reid slowly makes his way down the ramp, ignoring both the cheers and jeers from the crowd. He slides underneath the bottom rope, rises to one knee where he pauses for a minute, then gets back to his feet. He makes his way to his corner, without making any motions, and readies for his match.
Harvey: Half the opposition to the Dying Breed tonight and, frankly, this is a team I am very excited to see in the ring tonight.
Chase: You’re not wrong: They might not be a regular pairing, but the potential for both these men to really leave their mark on APW from night one … it’s exciting!
"When there's no-one left to fight, boys like him don't shine so bright" - the opening lyrics to "Sticks 'n' Stones" kick in and the big screen shows images of Glyndŵr trading blows with opponents, interspersed with scenes of rioting soccer fans. As the first lines finish, a single blinding white burst of pyro erupts along the top of the entrance ramp and Jac Glyndŵr arrives on stage, grinning and bouncing on his toes, before sprinting down to the ring, zig-zagging across the ramp to high-five fans on both sides before sliding into the ring under the bottom rope.
Paige: And making his way to the ring, the other half of the competition tonight … weighing in at 241 pounds … Jac Glyndŵr!
Glyndŵr then runs the ropes a couple of times before taking the centre of the ring and shadow-boxing a combination of punches towards all four sides of the arena, finishing with an overhand haymaker towards the hard camera and a guttural roar of aggression as his music fades out.
Harvey: And rounding out tonight, Jac Glynd … Glynd … Gl … Jac!
Chase: The Welsh phenom is here in an APW ring and things are ready to get started!
Tag-Team Match: The Dying Breed vs Jackson Reid & Jac Glyndŵr
The match starts off with both sides deciding on who will start the match off, with Reid the dominant personality of his team seemingly winning their debate. Jair and Bailey exchange some hushed words, looking over Reid, and deciding it’s Bailey who will start. Both men quickly skirt the centre of the ring, pacing around each other. There’s a polite slap of hands before a lock-up. Bailey turns it into a hammerlock, working Reid around the centre. Some quick reversals and Reid has Bailey in the headlock. The crowd builds the anticipation. Bailey tries for the reverse, is whipped into the ropes … hits the mat with Reid’s arm drag takedown. Some chain wrestling on the mat before Bailey comes out on top with a headlock. Both men work their way to their feet, Bailey with a chop. Reid returns the blow. Bailey with a forearm to the chest. Reid back with a knife-edge chop. The blows go back and forth, and Bailey is backed into his own corner. Jair with the save, tapping Bailey on the shoulder!
Harvey: Great first showing by Reid. Really taking it to this APW veteran.
Jair is careful to climb into the ring, his eyes fixed on Reid. The two lock up again in the middle, both evenly matched, before Reid catch Jair off-guard and gets in a stiff kidney punch. Jair nearly doubles over, but is caught by Reid with a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd tries to rally Jair as the first attempt at a pin comes.
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Chase: This match won’t end with that! The Dying Breed aren’t going to roll over that easy.
Harvey: Yes, but it’s all about wearing your opponent down. Jair just had to expend energy he might have needed later!
Reid oulls Jair up, whips him with the ropes … Jair comes off them with a springboard crossbody! Reid hits the mat under Jair, who holds for the pin.
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Both men chain wrestle for a bit, but before long Reid’ aggression takes over and when they are both on their feet, he goes for the exploder suplex. Jair is able to avoid, able to reverse the situation and hit Reid with a superkick, following up with a jumping DDT! Reid hits the mat hard. Jair with another pin attempt!
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Chase: The pins are getting longer!
Harvey: And taking more energy out of both men!
Jair tags out to Bailey, Bailey is in quickly to capitalise on Reid on the mat. Stepover Toehold Facelock! The aim is to wear Reid down, not force the tap as Bailey knows the two are too close to the ropes. Reid is able to get the bottom rope after some minutes, but not before enough damage is done for him to move back to his corner and tag out when the ref breaks it all up. Glyndŵr is in and goes after Bailey as the fresh man, hitting him with strikes into the neutral corner. He backs away, then hits Bailey with a running elbow strike! He follows up with a running dropkick when Bailey falls to a seated position! The crowd is into the match, cheering on both men. Glyndŵr looks to end the match, pulling Bailey into the centre of the ring for a pin.
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Bailey has enough to pull the shoulder up. When he’s on his feet, he’s looking dusty, but the APW veteran is able to capitalise on Glyndŵr’s rush to keep the momentum. Bailey hits a double-kee facebreaker on Glyndŵr who bounces off his knees, onto the mat, and into a pinning situation!
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Glyndŵr is still too fresh for Bailey to end this. Eventually after a moment to gather themselves, both men are on their feet. Bailey with the attempt at the clothesline. Glyndŵr reverses into a short-arm clothesline. Bailey is hit, but fires up and burst up and into Glyndŵr with a series of knee strikes and European uppercuts. Glyndŵr looks out of it, Bailey heads for the ropes to hit the Word of Promise! Misses! Glyndŵr hist Bailey with a modified STO! He rolls into a pin.
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Bailey gets the shoulders up! The crowd erupt and cheer him back up to his feet. Still looking a little uneasy, he isn’t backing down. Glyndŵr can help but nod at him with respect before the two attempt to lock up … Bailey with the savate kick! Glyndŵr hits the mat, Bailey hits the mat! The crowd go crazy, urging both men up and to their corner! The ref starts the count.
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Glyndŵr is on his knees, looking dazed, but alert enough to try and shake it off, getting towards his corner. Both men get there at the same time! Reid is back, Jair is back, and again the crowd goes wild! Jair comes in with a flurry of strikes, ending with snap suplex! But it doesn’t keep Reid down who is able to rush up and floor Jair with a vicious clothesline. He goes in with the grapevine leglock! The crowd urges Jair closer to the ropes, with each reaching stretch edging him ever so nearer! Finally! He gets the bottom rope. Reid holds to the 4, showing his determination to win this match.
Chase: It might have taken a lot out of Hopkins, that submission.
Jair seems to defy the critics, pulling himself up with the ropes and bending his knee back and forth. Reid is waiting for him and goes in for an exploder suplex. Jair hooks his arms around the ropes to avoid getting thrown into position. Reid tries and tries and gets a stiff elbow to the side of the head for his efforts! He rolls back across the mat, gets up .. springboard heel kick! Jair struggles to the corner after that and tags in Bailey who gets to Reid before he can tag out.
Harvey: Bailey will look to seal the win here; Reid is seeing stars!
Moonsault leg drop from Bailey across Reid’ back. Bailey rolls through, lacking the energy he had before but still with the focus and the determination he needs. He gets Reid to his feet, the two trade some blows - Reid not giving up without a fight. Bailey whipped into the corner, Reid chases him … Word of Promise from Bailey! The finisher is hit! Bailey in with a pin!
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Winner: The Dying Breed
Paige: Here are your winners... Jair Hopkins and Anthony Bailey, The Dying Breed!
Jair is quick into the ring, though struggling in his legs, to help Bailey to his feet. The two hug in the centre of the ring as the crowd show their appreciation for the match. The ref checks on Reid before coming over to raise the hands of Hopkins and Bailey.
Harvey: A valiant effort from the two APW rooks. Reid had his moments, but this Glyndŵr kid really showed some guts out there. I'm a fan!
Chase: This isn't the first rodeo for the Dying Breed. They had the team concept down pact. I don't suspect Glyndŵr is going to take this laying down, though!
Harvey: We'll be right back!
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jul 26, 2015 17:52:53 GMT -4
The crowd cheer as the camera picks up the newcomer Jac Glyndŵr, limping unsteadily towards the locker room area after his brave effort in defeat against the Dying Breed. A handful of EMTs offer him assistance but he waves them away, insisting on carrying himself... right until his legs give way as he turns a corner. The camera follows him to the ground, then picks up a powerful hand reaching out, helping Jac to his feet. The crowd erupts as the camera follows the interloper's arm and takes in his face.
Harvey: Oh my God! It's the Real Show! He's here! The one and only Terry Marvin has shown up in the new APW! I can't believe this, Johnny!
Chase: Damn it, give me a break... first we have to watch some loser falling over, now this idiot...
Jac looks star-struck as Marvin holds him up.
Marvin: Great job out there, kid. That... took some balls. Now stop being an idiot and let the EMTs take a look at you, OK?
Glyndŵr justs gawps at Marvin in slack-jawed amazement as we cut back to ringside. The lights go out and LL Cool J tells the fans to "Come On!" Red and White light go throughout the arena as the opening cords of the crowd chants the "ahhhAhhhhAHAH" of the song. As the lyrics of "Mama Said Knock You Out" begin, TJ comes out and the lights come back on as the red lights still flash. TJ leans back and roars and then TJ walks down to the ring and slides in the ring. He goes to the corner and throws his arms in the air and then beats his chest with one arm.
Paige: Making his way down to the ring first, weighing in 290 lbs., and representing Philadelphia, PA...THE SOUL OF PHILLY...TJ!!!!!
Harvey: I swear I think TJ gets bigger every time I see him in person! He looks amped up and ready to go against a fired up Mark Mania here tonight. You have to think both of these guys are ready to avenge their losses from the reunion show!
Chase: TJ's just a big teddy bear, Darren. He doesn't intimidate me!
"Far Cry" by Rush plays out over the loud speaker as on the jumbo tron a giant video of Mark Mania's career highlights plays. Mark Mania walks out from backstage hands raised high. He stands at the top of the ramp and slaps his chest towards the crowd. He walks down the ramp quickly and slides under the bottom rope. He pops up bounces off the far ropes. He comes back to the center of the ring and slaps his chest again.
Nicky Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 235 lbs., and representing Boston, MARK MANIAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
Singles Match: Mark Mania vs "The Soul of Philly" TJ
TJ and Mania lock up and immediately, Mania begins to buckle as he’s forced down toward the ground by the sheer muscle of TJ. Mania bridges back out but can't quite break TJ's massive grip. "The Soul" kicks Mania in the stomach and whips him in to the ropes, and on the return, he's met with a giant boot from the much larger TJ. Mania crashes down to the mat and covers his face where the boot hit. TJ follows by launching himself off the ropes and flying in with a massive elbow drop on the downed Mania. He quickly covers,
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Harvey: TJ hasn’t been slacking off in his gym, he may be stronger than we’ve ever seen him!
TJ gets up, pleased with his show of strength. Mark gets to his feet and goes for a kick to the midsection, but TJ blocks it. He pulls Mark forward by his foot and lifts his up, only to bring his down into a Backbreaker! Mania rolls around on the mat but TJ drives a massive boot in to the ribcage, which forces Mania to coil like a snake and protect his exposed ribs. TJ seems relentless in his stalking of the much smaller man - but Mania, of course, isn't ready to throw in the towel. TJ peels Mania up off the mat, and when he arrives back, TJ spins him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Mania’s face contorts from the pain, but TJ applies a Rear Chinlock pulling Mania’s shoulders over his knee.
Harvey: He’s trying to end this quickly - TJ knows that the longer he allows Mania to stick around, the worse things may end up for him!
Chase: He’s crazy to think Mania is going to just roll over and let it happen. Mania is a bad mamma-jamma!
Harvey: Excuse me?
Mania refuses to submit and begins clubbing at TJ’s face with shots, they don’t have much effect until one catches TJ between the temple and the jaw, right in front of the ear. He gets more irratated than anything and he shoves Mania off of his knee and shakes his head as he climbs to his feet. Mania gets up and sprints into a hard running Clothesline from TJ! Mania hits the ground and TJ hoists Mania up around his waist. He lifts him into the air in a Rear Waistlock, but Mania counters it into a Wheelbarrow Bulldog! Mania rolls out of the ring to the apron and ascends to the top turnbuckle! TJ turns around and Mania leaps off, hitting a missle style dropkick! TJ hits the ground and Mania starts to cover him, but when the referee drops to make the count, Mania mounts TJ and begins to hit him with a flurry of fists to the head. The stunned TJ is eventually able to shove Mania off of him! Both of them scramble to their feet and as TJ rises up, Mania ruhhes him and blasts him with a Brogue style kick, that knocks the head of TJ back, but it doesn’t make him fall. He shakes the cobwebs again, and Mania steps back and hits a dropkick to the chest of TJ, TJ bounces back into the ropes, he stumbles forward and Mania catches him in a drop toe hold.
Harvey: I think the only way ANYONE is going to be able to slow down “The Soul of Philly” is to hit combination moves like that!
Mania grabs the ropes as he stumbles to his feet, but still wincing from the chinlock from earlier. TJ gets to all fours, Mania takes off running and hits a Baseball Slide to TJ’s skull! TJ holds his head and rolls over onto his stomach. Mania mounts his back and hits him with stiff forearms and elbows to the back of his head! TJ covers up with his right arm while wildly swinging back with his left. Eventually a backfist knocks Mania off. Mania scrambles to the turnbuckle and climbs the ropes. TJ gets up and Mania comes off of the ropes for a Flying Double Axe Handle-- but TJ reaches up, snatching his out of the air with the Two-Handed Chokeslam!
Harvey: Mania is drilled to the mat, hard!
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TJ angrily picks Mania up in a gorilla press. He turns and runs, launching him into the turnbuckles! Mania hits the top turnbuckle jaw-first and staggers back. Mark uses his wherewithal to grab the neck of TJ and jump up and lock in a front face lock! TJ is caught completely off guard!
Chase: Mania is even putting me to sleep...
TJ drops to one knee but runs into the turnbuckle with Mania. Mania releases the hold, but TJ is holding his neck, hey may have jammed it. Mania clips the back of TJ’s knee and the “Soul of Philly” falls to the mat on his back. Mark gets back up and stomps the neck of TJ and applies a Dragon Sleeper. The ref is down in TJ’s face asking if he wants to submit but the big man waves his hands signifying "NO!" Mania clubs TJ across the chest and drives him down to the mat. Mania, with the crowd firmly behind him, has seemed to find a second wind! He helps TJ up to his feet and whips him in to the ropes and on the way back, Mania dropkicks TJ right in the knee. While "The Soul of Philly" is downed, Mania grabs him by the back of the head, shoves him between his legs, and hooks him in a double undertook, leaping up with the Mania Madness (180 Degree Pedigree)! He quickly covers...
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Winner: Mark Mania
Harvey: I can't believe it! David beat Goliath here on Deception!
Chase: Let's call it "Beginner's Luck," Johnny. You'd be surprised at what these guys can stumble in to when they running ass backwards!
Mania celebrates in the ring as TJ rubs the back of his head walking up the entrance ramp. Mark Mania finds a guy with a C.J. Gates sign in the crowd and motions towards him, grabbing the sign, and ripping it up - throwing the remains all over the front row audience. Deception heads to a commercial break with the camera panned over the sadistic smile of Mark Mania.
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jul 26, 2015 19:10:24 GMT -4
Before APW's return can go anywhere else, the scene shifts to the Land of the Rising Sun. It's identifiable as such to anyone who's spent any time at all in Akihabara, the so-called "electric town." For those of a certain persuasion, it is paradise on Earth. The video continues... GIVE ME MORE!!!! GIVE ME MORE!!!! GIVE ME MORE!!!!
The pure energy emitting from those nine words, that start “NO SCARED,” practically force the cheer from this capacity crowd as a bunch of golden, star-shaped, confetti flutter down from the rafters and into the audience. A camera zooms up the ramp and stops to see the back of a small hooded person. With the hood up, all the camera can see is the one white star across the back of the jacket.
I know it's me, I could me one from millions I never trust anything to survive
The moment those words shoot out from the PA System the hood flies down and the person turns around, revealing herself to be one Raven Starr as she immediately begins to flail about on the stage, as if having a solo mosh pit. Encouraged by the raving female, a few members of the crowd begin to mosh as well. This moshing finally ends with Raven doing a jumping spin before facing the ramp.
Paige: Making her way to the ring first, weighing in at 107 pounds, from The Darkest Night, “The Starlight Princess” Raven Starr!
Harvey: Raven Starr is making her APW debut tonight, and from the sounds of it, she has a little bit of a fan base following her from her other endeavors. Still, with the brand new start to APW, she’ll need to prove herself if she wants to build her fanbase her!
Chase: I can tell you I’m already not a fan! Dressing like an anime character, claiming she’s from “The Darkest Night!” Hot Topic called, wanting to hire her sight unseen!
Without sparring a single moment to think Starr sprints down the ramp and, when close to the ring, leaps up. Leaning to her right and tucking her legs in Raven flies onto the apron and instantly slides under the bottom rope. Once in the ring, Raven launches up to her feet, cups both hands in front of her mouth, and blows out star-shaped confetti out towards a section of the crowd, getting some cheers from the younger fans in the process.
Someone call the ambulance...
There's gonna be an accident.
The chorus of 'Infra-Red' by Placebo plays as orange and red lights wash over the arena, the crowd cheering for the young woman that is about to emerge. Not the sort to cool her heels backstage for long, Rachel Ellsworth steps through the curtain and onto the ramp, a mischievous smile on her lips. The feisty little redhead raises her fists above her head as she looks out over the crowd, garnering their support while also revving herself up for the match to come. This movement triggers a v-shaped formation of white pyros to go off behind her.
Paige: And her opponent, weighing in at 156 pounds, from Cochranton, Pennsylvania, “The Atomic Redhead” Rachel Ellsworth!
Harvey: This spirited young woman has an almost playful anarchy about her, and a vicious, crippling in-ring style that couldn’t be more different from her opponent’s!
Chase: They say styles make fights, and Rachel Ellsworth’s submission style is the polar opposite of Raven Starr’s high flying attack! This should be a good one!
Heading down the ramp at a leisurely-enough pace to interact with the fans as she goes, she makes her way into the ring via sliding beneath the bottom rope. Heading over to the nearest turnbuckle, she mounts it and continues eating up the cheers that she's getting from the fans. Ultimately, though, she has to hop down and get ready for her match... and that is exactly what she does, doing a few stretches that could be considered provocative if one has a thing for rudimentary calisthenics.
With both competitors in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!
Raven Starr vs. Rachel Ellsworth
Raven immediately rushes in for a Running Dropkick, but Rachel sidesteps it, swatting Raven’s feet away, and immediately pouncing on her to try and lock in an Armbar on the mat! Starr is able to wriggle free before the hold can get locked in, and she rolls back, resizing up her opponent. Rachel motions for Raven to come and get her, sticking her tongue out at the Starlight Princess! This draws loud cheers from the fans!
Harvey: “The Atomic Redhead” is trying to get inside the head of Raven Starr early, and the fans are loving it!
Chase: It was evident this week just how low regard Ellsworth held Star in, and she’s continuing the mockery tonight!
Starr is unphased by Ellsworth’s posturing, and rushes right in again, only to be met with a stiff kick to the midsection! Rachel gives Starr a couple of stiff European Undercuts, using a downward strike to the chin as opposed to the more common European Uppercut, backing Starr into the corner! The ref tells Ellsworth to back it up out of the corner as she continues to maul Starr with the Undercuts, but Ellsworth doesn’t let up, prompting the ref to start the 5 count! “The Atomic Redhead” continues the beatdown in the corner until the count of four, and backs up. The camera mic picks up her asking the ref, “Why you gotta be a b**** like that, ref?” The ref looks very flustered by this, and points to the APW logo on his shirt, trying to assert his authority!
Harvey: Rachel Ellsworth needs to keep her emotions some what in check, otherwise she could risk disqualification in this match up! I realize her attitude is what makes her so much fun, but it could come back to cost her!
Chase: Raven Starr hasn’t been able to get anything going yet in this match.
Rachel goes back in, delivering more European Undercuts before pulling a dazed Starr out of the corner for a hard Bulldog! She then immediately follows up by giving “The Starlight Princess” a vicious stomp to the right hand! Starr yelps and grabs her hand in pain, but “The Atomic Redhead” just gives her a hard boot right to the face with such force that it rolls Starr onto her back! Ellsworth goes right back to the right hand, stomping the fingers on it again and again and again!
Harvey: Raven Starr made the boastful claim that she has never tapped out, and all week, Ellsworth has said that it’s her goal to make Starr do just that!
Chase: Well we can see that she’s targeting the right hand of Starr. She must be up to a dozen stomps by now!
In the ring, Ellsworth makes it a baker’s dozen, stomping the right hand for the 13th time! Starr is trying to keep a tough face, but the look of pain is evident on her face as “The Atomic Redhead” pulls her up to her feet by the hair. Starr throws a couple of lefts to the midsection of Ellsworth, but they have little effect, and they don’t deter Ellsworth from wrenching the right arm of Starr behind her back into a Hammerlock! Using her left hand to maintain control of the wrist, Ellsworth proceeds to punch the right hand of Starr as hard as she can, trapping the hand between Starr’s back and Ellsworth’s fist! Starr cries out in pain with each shot!
Harvey: This is just getting uncomfortable to watch! Rachel Ellsworth is absolutely targeting that right hand, and if Starr doesn’t respond in some way, shape, or form, there could be permanent damage!
Chase: Ellsworth has built a reputation as a ruthless competitor who will dissect her opponents mercilessly. It’s made her a lot of fun to watch! Putting her in there with Starr, who has never tapped in her career, seems to have motivated Ellsworth into new heights of sadisticness this evening!
Harvey: I don’t think sadisticness is an actual word, but it totally fits what Rachel is accomplishing here tonight!
The fans have started a chant of “F*** her up, Rachel, f*** her up!” >Clap, clap!< as Ellsworth lets go of the Hammerlock and shoves Starr into the ropes! On the rebound, Ellworth takes Starr down to the mat with Snap Suplex! She rolls Starr onto her belly and sits in between Starr’s shoulder blades, pulling up “The Starlight Princess’” right arm into a vicious variant of an arm bar. Rachel can be heard trash talking in the ring. “So you’ve never tapped, huh? Why don’t we play a game of This Little Piggy!” Rachel keeps a hold of Raven’s wrist as she takes her right hand and wraps it around the pinky of Raven Starr. ”This little piggy went to market!” >SNAP!< Ellsworth pulls back hard on the pinky, bending it in ways the human pinky should not be bent as Starr screams out in pain!
Harvey: She’s going for Pickin’ Red Roses! After all the focus on the hand this match, if this doesn’t get Starr to tap, then maybe her claims of never tapping out may carry some weight!
Chase: There’s being tough, and then there’s being stupid. If Starr doesn’t tap out, she’s being stupid!
Rachel moves on to the ring finger. ”This little piggy stayed home!” >SNAP!<
The middle finger. ”This little piggy had roast beef!” >SNAP!<
The index finger. ”This little piggy had none!” >SNAP!< Starr howls out in pain as the ref asks her if she gives up, but Starr still refuses to tap. The fingers that “The Atomic Redhead” have dislocated are already discolored, turning either bright red or purple!
Ellsworth has an almost sick grin on her face as she wraps her hand around the thumb of Starr’s right hand. ”And this little piggy went WEEE!” >SNAP!<
”WEEE!” >SNAP!<
”WEEE!” >SNAP!<
On the third >SNAP!< Starr has no choice but to finally Tap Out! DING! DING! DING!
Winner: “The Atomic Redhead” Rachel Ellsworth
”All the way home, b****!” Rachel yells as she releases the hand of Raven Starr.
Paige: Here is your winner, by Submission, Rachel Ellsworth!
Ellsworth looks extremely satisfied as the ref raises her arm in victory!
Harvey: That was a one-sided affair between Rachel Ellsworth and Raven Starr. Not only did Starr fail to even get out of the gates, but for the first time in her career, she has tapped out!
Chase: It’s just proof positive that anything can happen in the new APW!
Raven Starr quickly rolls out of the ring, and holds her hurt hand close to her body. The fight doctor has come down the ramp, and begins to check on her at ringside while Ellsworth celebrates her victory in the ring. She points at Starr and just laughs before mounting the top turnbuckle and drawing in loud cheers from the fans!
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jul 26, 2015 19:26:40 GMT -4
Harvey: I've been looking forward to our next match ever since the APW return was announced. Sally Talfourd has been the face of APW for as long as I can remember, Johnny.
Chase: She's got some kind of face alright. I'd like to do things on it!
Harvey: You disgust me.
The two continue to bicker back and forth with each other as the camera pans to the middle of the ring where Nicky Paige smiles in to the camera and lifts the microphone up to her mouth ready to announce the upcoming megastars.
Paige: Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 315 pounds, and representing Kingsport, Massachusetts.... Crusher Crenshaw!
The soft beginnings of Sentence Me by Soil & Eclipse creeps it's way through the arena as the lights dim ever so slightly. Not enough to darken the peoples surroundings. Only enough to cause a stir for those caught unawares to pay attention. Out from the stage walks a lumbering hulk of a man, clad in a long black silk hooded robe etched with deep blue markings and symbols which are not clear as to their meaning or purpose. The monstrous humanoid stands there with his arms folded and head down waiting ever so patiently for his cue.
"SEEEENTEEEENNNNCE MMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
Exploding from his hooded robe with a menacing war cry, "The Crusher" flexes his muscles in an outward motion across his chest and then pulling back in violent fashion to showcase the freakish physique that prepares for it's next contest. His eyes wild and bulging, he surveys the crowd with an animal like anticipation. With each fan in attendance that tries to reach out and pat him on the back and shoulder, he snaps back as if half attempting to bite the intruders of his personal bubble. Upon reaching the apron and preceding ring steps, The Crusher lets out an awkward high pitched wail that sounded at best like an attempted howl of a wolf who's voice broke in mid shout.
With this "scream" of sorts, the Crusher slams his fist onto the steel ring steps and scurries up and into the ring in a frighteningly quick manner reminiscent of a large ape traversing his cage. The referee has some trouble getting the attention of the snarling man beast in order to back him up into the corner for the routine foreign object check, but the Crusher eventually obliges. All the while snarling and hollering at anyone within earshot.
Harvey: I'm officially terrified.
A silence comes over the crowd as the lights fade down and everyone finds themselves in darkness. After a moment of nothing, there's the crackling of an old recording, and then a voice:
"Ladies and Gentlemen!"
"Your act at this time!"
The LCD screens around the stage begin to flick to life with an old reel of film showing various clips of magicians performing, shots of crowds smiling and laughing, point and wondering. All, of course, in silence.
"Sights of wonder and amazement!"
"A spectacle that will confound and amuse your mind!"
The LCD screens continue to flicker with the images of an era bygone. The final clip comes to focus on a figure standing alone on a stage, the back to the screen, obscured by the shadows.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!"
"The Last Magician!"
There's a pause, and then the beginning of ‘Troublemaker’ by Troublemaker comes across the PA, the whistling cutting through the silence. The crowd reaction is mixed, with cheers and boos coming from different parts of the arena. The screens up the stage area still show the silhouette of a lone person standing in the shadows.
Then, mirroring that shot, purple lights slowly fades in at the top of the ramp, and we find 'The Last Magician' Sally Talfourd with her back to the arena. The crowd gets louder with their reception and then, as the music kicks in Sally turns to face the crowd, her arms outstretched and her head bowed to everyone.
Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, making her way to the ring for her match, 'The Last Magician' .......... Sally Talfourd!
Sally lowers her arms, raises her head, and makes her way down the ramp. Certain sections of the crowd have continued their boos, while a number of fans have rushed to the railings to try and slap hands with Sally. She, however, makes a direct line to the ring, pulling herself up to apron, she looks around to the fans before she steps in, coming through the ropes loosening her wrists. Sally laps the ring as the arena returns to normal, then takes up position across the ring, stretching her legs on the ropes and readying herself for the ring.
Singles Match:
"The Last Magician" Sally Talfourd vs. Crusher Crenshaw
Sally seems hesitant considering Crenshaw’s massive size – a side of the former Undisputed Champion that is rarely seen. However, she doesn’t allow that to slow her down. She shoots Crenshaw’s left leg, but he catches her and lifts her, flailing, into a powerbomb position…only to receive a hurricanrana counter from Sally. Crenshaw flips sideways onto the mat, stunning Crusher Crenshaw, as Sally follows up with a back-cartwheel leg drop!
Harvey: As always, Sally shows us her ability to create offense on the fly! The most innovative megastar of all time.
Chase: Please, Crenshaw allowed her to do those moves…
Knowing she needs to keep the big man grounded, Sally heads to the mat and locks in a buffalo sleeper. Crenshaw’s free arm stretches out, almost instinctually, reaching for the closest ropes but he’s too far away. The ref asks him if he wants to quit but Crenshaw simply waves him away, biding his time before powering out of the hold. Crusher gets to his feet with Sally on his back, simply throwing her backwards but Sally lands on her feet and launches all her bodyweight forward with a dropkick to the knee of the much larger man!
Crenshaw staggers, as Sally takes off running across the ring. And by the time Crenshaw gets back to a vertical base and turns around, here comes Sally off the ropes, with a springboard plancha and a pin attempt!
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The kickout is with authority as Sally is flown halfway across the ring, landing on her back. However, she doesn’t stay there for long, kipping up and heading back towards Crenshaw. He rises and catches her with a knee to the midsection and then whips her in to the corner. He follows up with a flurry of punches and whips Sally again, this time, all the way across the ring, into the diagonal turnbuckle. He charges in but nobodies home! Crenshaw lands hard in the corner.
Chase: Crenshaw seems like he’s struggling here against the former champ. Perhaps she’s in his head!
Harvey: She’s certainly on the prowl to send a message to the rest of Action Packed Wrestling that she hasn’t lost a step!
Crenshaw recoils from the botched corner splash, and he stumbles toward the center of the ring, clutching at his neck. Sally in the meantime, has scrambled up to the top rope, where she stands, poised to leap with a missile dropkick! But Crenshaw swats her away, and Sally crashes to the canvas. Lifting Sally up, Crenshaw turns her sideways and drops her down across his knee, with a stiff backbreaker. He holds the move a moment, pushing down on her chin and legs, then he lifts her and drops her again, with a second backbreaker. He drops down, casually covering Talfourd…
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Harvey: That was close!
Chase: Hey, Sally’s been around the block a time or two if you know what I’m saying!
Harvey: Enough.
Crenshaw lifts Sally off the mat and whips her into the ropes. She ducks a running clothesline from the big man, but on her rebound, he catches her with a facebuster knee smash. She hits the ground with such force that she bounces right back up, almost immediately. However, she isn’t allowed much time to recover as she finds herself in the grips of the larger man with an abdominal stretch. A contingent of Talfourd fans cheer her on but unfortunately, Sally starts to seemingly give way. Her body loosens and her head slumps to the side. From the looks off it, she’s out. Crenshaw tells the ref to check her. And he does.
Her hand falls once…
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Harvey: I’m not sure we’ve ever seen Sally tap out in an APW ring…we could be seeing something we’ve never seen before!
Chase: I’d let her tap me anytime.
The ref checks Sally’s hand a third time. He raises it up. And it falls- the stops! And starts shaking. And the crowd roars as Sally builds her strength, breaks free and drops Crenshaw with a low blow that escapes the referees viewpoint. Sally stays on her opponent, taking advantage of the huched over Crenshaw, locking in a grounded side headlock. But Crenshaw is worked up now, so it isn’t long until he gains his feet, dragging Sally with him and lifting her up, where she nails an elevated snapmare takeover, followed by a dropkick to the back of Crenshaw’s head. Crenshaw sways from his seated position, trying to knock the cobwebs loose as he slowly gets to his feet. But Sally is already up on the top rope and leaps forward with a massive clothesline that staggers the big man backwards!
Harvey: It looks like she got all of that clothesline! Any time that you can move this mountain of a man backwards is a win!
Sally looks like she’ll go for the pin but decides against it – trying to wear down the much larger man before making an attempt. She lifts Crenshaw to his feet, for a swinging neckbreaker. As Crenshaw hits the mat, Sally rebounds off the ropes and hits a baseball slide. Then she hops to her feet and nails a picture perfect standing moonsault. –Holding it for a pin attempt.
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Sally attempts to pick-up Crenshaw but she can’t get him off of one knee. Crusher slides out from under Sally’s grasp, and ducks behind her to apply a waistlock. Before sending the former champion flying overhead with a release German suplex. Rising, Crenshaw makes his way to Sally, with a couple well placed boots. Then he peels her off the mat and whips her into the ropes, catching her with a spinebuster-which Sally counters, into a rolling butterfly lock, using Crenshaws momentum to roll him over and lock him up. And for the third time this match, Crenshaw is stomping his foot on the canvas in disgust. Then slowly… definitively… he rises to his feet, walks to the ropes, and dumps Sally over them and off of his back.
Harvey: A great counter by Crenshaw!
Chase: Don’t let up, Crenshaw. Put Sally in her place!
Instead of falling to the outside, Sally has ahold of the top rope. And as Crenshaw turns his back and heads to the center of the ring, Sally skins the cat and lands back in the ring. The crowd POPs huge, and Crenshaw turns to see his latest mistake-
Just in time to catch a low dropkick from Sally Talfourd! Crenshaw slides across the ring as Sally runs towards the ropes. With two hands on the apron, she launches with the High Hopes (springboard moonsault!)
Chase: Call the fat lady! She should be singing by now!
Sally covers…
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Winner: Sally Talfourd
Harvey: She's back, ladies and gentlemen. Taking away nothing from a valiant effort by Crusher Crenshaw, Sally connected all the dots and found her way back in to the APW's winner circles! We'll be right back!
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jul 26, 2015 19:28:23 GMT -4
Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the main event of the evening and I couldn't be more excited for what's about to happen!
Chase: We've been waiting a few years for an APW main event that actually meant something! We're back baby and the roof is getting ready to explode here in Oakland, California!
The beautiful chorus of singers blasts through the arena and as the bass drops, Buckson Gooch comes out wearing a three piece suit. Hair combed to perfection. He gives a big smile as he soaks up the boo's, he's new dental work shining from the lights. He takes both hands a blows a kiss to the crowd and red fireworks blast on the stage, he comes to the ring avoiding the hands of the fans and he smiles at their jeers and shakes his head, he knows he's right. He gets in the ring and takes off his jacket, his vest, his tie, and his dress shirt, folding all appropriately and is wearing an official referee shirt.
Paige: Coming down the aisle, our special guest referee, the Director of APW's up-and-coming Deception division, Buckson Gooch!
The crowd let's Gooch, the freshest we've ever seen him, have it. The cleanly shaven director ignores the hatred spewed from each fan along the way and makes his way in to the ring. He takes a spot in the corner with his arms crossed his chest awaiting the next competition to come to the ring.
Harvey: You have to imagine the animosity is high between Gooch and Mania after that little incident we saw earlier - where Bucksoon clotheslined the snot out of Mark Mania!
Paige: Coming to the ring first...
"See, I believe in Money, Power, and Respect. First you get the money, then you get the muthafuckin power, after you get the fuckin' power muthafuckers will RESPECT you."
Paige: Weighing in at 175 pounds, and representing Newark, New Jersey... she is Ms. Busine$$... ARKIA FISK!
Lil Kim's voice starts off the track as "Money, Power, Respect" by The Lox feat DMX/Lil Kim hits the PA system. Green pryos shoot off into the air as Ms. Busine$$ slowly walks out through the light smoke that follows from the pyros standing on the stand with a big smile upon her face. She has on her wrestling gear with her signature pinstripe fedora hat upon her head. As the crowd cheers she looks out through the crowd before pointing up toward the ceiling in a circular motion to cue the rainfall of $100 dollar bills throughout the crowd causing the fans to go into a grabbing frenzy toward the pure Benjamins. As she walks toward the ring she slaps a few hands and smiles toward the kids giving one the hat off her head before jogging her way to slide under the bottom rope into the ring standing inside the middle of the ring pointing out toward the fans with posters supporting her. She smiles toward them and walks toward a corner to stretch as her music fades.
Paige: And her opponent….
The lights begin to flash white and green as "Jesus Christ Pose" begins to play throughout the arena. C.J. Gates jogs out onto the stage, cowboy hat and all, to a chorus of boos from the fans. A slight smirk can be seen on his face as he makes his way down to the ring, ignoring all of the fans at ringside.
Paige: Weighing in at 215 pounds and representing Fargo, North Dakota...this is C.J. Gates!
He slides into the ring under the bottom rope and makes his way to the nearest corner, climbing up the turnbuckles and holding both arms straight out at his sides. After moments he drops down and proceeds to the opposite corner, making the exact same pose.
Main Event w/ Special Guest Referee: Buckson Gooch
C.J. Gates vs. Arkia Fisk
With the bell rung, the two competitors tie up in the middle of the ring! CJ actually has a size and strength advantage in this match and utilizes it. C.J. a quick kick to the midsection and whips Fisk into the ropes, going for a spinning heel kick! C.J. lands on his feet, and then whips the rising Arkia Fisk into the ropes again, taking her down with a Standing Dropkick on the rebound! Fisk gets back up and eats to get another Dropkick from C.J., and Gates kips up and grabs Frisk by the hair and swings her out to ringside. Gates nods at Buckson Gooch who smirks back!
Harvey: I am still in shock about Buckson Gooch’s change of heart. The fans are shocked as well.
Chase: It was only a matter of time. I saw this in him all along...It looks like Gates’ change of heart has made him sharper in the ring. Did you see that spinning heel kick? He landed on his feet!
Harvey: I saw it.
The fans are booing Gates as he steps out ring and hops down to the floor. He pulls Arkia up by the head and gets taken down wrestling style by the mat based Fisk. Rather than kick him when he’s down, Arkia Fisk simply steps back into the ring and gives C.J. a chance to get up. However, Gooch begins to talk to her and Gates pulls Arkia Fisk down and pulls her to the outside.
Harvey: This is two on one!
Chase: The referee has the right to talk to a wrestler. He didn’t lay a hand on her or get in her way!
Fisk gets to her feet and lands a haymaker that catches Gates on the side of the jaw, he stumbles and rolls back into the ring. Fisk rolls back in and gets the advantage, punching Gates in the side of the face a few times before whipping him into the ropes! She nails him with THE BACKUP!!!!
She e goes for a quick cover
Gooch gets down with a fair count.
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Fisk pulls Gates by the hair, and he rolls it to a small package but doesn't even get a one count because the big Goocher isn’t mobile enough to get around for the count! C.J. is up to his feet first begins to pull Arkia Fisk up by the hair, but he gets a punch to the midsection for his troubles, which allows Arkia Fisk to send C.J. into the ropes. C.J. evades the clothesline, and responds with a Flip Over Neckbreaker on the rebound that sends Arkia Fisk rolling underneath the ropes to the outside! Arkia Fisk lands on the mat and slams her fists into the protective mat outside in frustration, and C.J. grabs a hold of the top rope! It looks like he's going to go for a vaulting style body press, but Arkia Fisk notices what he's doing in time, and scrambles out of his trajectory, prompting C.J. to step back and motion for Arkia Fisk to return to the ring.
Harvey: The early match has been all C.J. Gates! He does know that he'll frustrate Arkia Fisk and force her to expend energy getting back in the ring!
Chase: The question is, will it work?
C.J. continues to assert his advantage and attacks Fisk as she is rolling into the ring. Gates picks her up before whipping her into the corner! C.J. runs in for a Corner Body Splash, but Arkia Fisk lowers her shoulder and catches Gates right below the ribcage! She grabs the winded Gates and throws him over the top rope. Ms. Busine$$ climbs the ropes and drops a double stomp on a crawling Gates. CJ’s head bounces off the protective mats and his eyes cross momentarily. Arkia then lifts Gates up and rams C.J.'s face into the post a few times before sending him back into the ring. She looks out into the crowd and they begin to cheer wildly. She then climbs up the turnbuckle again and waits for CJ to get up, he does and she nails a Missle Dropkick off the top rope! She scrambles pinning C.J.'s shoulders to the mat,
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Harvey: At least Buck has the integrity to give fair counts.
Chase: I don’t know why you are giving the guy a hard time? He’s got to make ends meet and help those orphans. If anything, the fans should be cheering him.
Both competitors get to their feet around the same time and run toward each other but Arkia is waiting with a massive leaping clothesline that sends Gates tumbling out of the ring. Fisk goes to follow but Gooch stands in the way and doesn't allow her to follow C.J outside. Fisk argues but she doesn't want to get disqualified and abides by Gooch's commands. The referee slides outside to check on Gates as the fans surely let the two know how much they don't appreciate a break in the action.
Harvey: This is disgusting, folks. Gooch may have shown a little integrity with fair counts but he's absolutely giving Gates an advantage by allowing him time to recover!
Chase: What are you talking about, Darren? I don't see anything wrong with Gooch's strategy!
Gates crawls back up on the apron but Fisk leaps forward with a dropkick to the head of the former Undisputed Champion, sending him crashing in to the guardrail at ringside. The fans immediately jump in with the opportunity to unleash hell on Gates but Gooch once again steps in the way of a charging Fisk, giving her a mouthful and pointing back to the middle of the ring. Fisk doesn't oblige this time, shoving the larger Gooch out of the way, and delivers a series of boots in to the midsection of the downed Gates. She grabs a handful of hair and sends him back in to the ring. As she rolls underneath the bottom rope, Gooch grabs her ankles, allowing Gates a chance to get to his feet and drive his elbow in to the side of her head.
Chase: Look! Fisk tripped and couldn't get up.
Harvey: That's horse crap, Johnny! Gooch clearly held her down! You can't tell me you didn't see that!
Gates takes advantage with a series of punches to the side of the head, Gooch clearly ignoring the illegal blows by arguing with a fan at ringside. The chants begin for Fisk but it doesn't matter as Gates is unloading an incredible set of blows to the APW newcomer. Gates picks her up, slinging her around by the hair, and pushes her in the corner. He whips her across the ring as she crashes hard in to the turnbuckle. He follows, screaming in, full-speed, with a massive splash in the corner that causes Fisk to buckle and fall down face first. Gates climbs to the top rope and waves arrogantly to the downed Fisk before launching himself forward with a diving elbow drop but Fisk manages to slightly get out of the way and causes Gates to land on the hard mat elbow first. He groans in pain as the fans erupt at Fisk's window of opportunity opening again.
Harvey: Serves him right! Fisk is ready to unleash a world of pain!
Chase: Oh, please. Would you shut-up? Gates is a former champion here in APW, he isn't worried about some second rate megastar like Arkia Fisk! He's got her right where he wants her!
Gates bounces up holding his elbow, as Fisk dances around the ring, delivering a right and then a left! Gates is stumbling around the ring but Fisk continues picking her shots like a professional boxer. A right, a left! The crowd counts along: one, two, three! Gates' head is bobbling like a bobble-head doll as Fisk kicks him in the stomach, bounces off the ropes, and with the back of her foot drives his head face first in to the mat. The crowd is nearly in a frenzy as she dives down for a cover!
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Chase: I think Gooch has something in his eye! He's stopped counting for some reason.
Harvey: He's stopped counting because he's a crook and he's robbing Fisk of her first APW victory!
Buckson glances towards the audience with a wink as Fisk has simply had enough of the shenanigans and charges towards Gooch, who puts out two hands to stop her progress, and remind him of the stripes he's wearing in this match. She turns her attention to Gates once more, thinking better of attacking Gooch, but before she can get to him, Gooch comes from behind with a massive clotheslines Arkia in the back of the head. He continues stomping on her repeatedly until Gates comes around, joining him in the assault. The bell continues to ring over and over again signiying the end of the match. APW referees come sprinting out from the back but Gooch doesn't allow them in the ring.
Harvey: This is disgusting.
Paige steps in the picture from outside the ring and makes an announcement to the confused fans.
Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, as a result of a disqualification, Arkia Fisk!
The fans cheer but Fisk has clearly lost the war, struggling to even pick up her head after Gates and Gooch did a number on her. The two raise their arms as the APW referees carry the lifeless Ms. Busine$$ up the ramp. The fans fill the ring with trash as Gates and Gooch embrace and the cameras fade to black with the APW logo dancing in the bottom right hand corner.
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