Deception - San Diego, California (8/23/2015)

[Johnny Rebel]

Live from the Valley View Casino in San Diego, California

The sirens sound throughout the Moda Center in Portland, Oregon as APW's Deception comes live to you this Friday evening!  The fans are in a frenzy as their signs pop-up all over the arena, the camera centering on a few that read: "APW - WE <3 YOU!" and "MARK MANIA MAKES ME WET!" The camera eventually flies in to Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase, ringside, and ready to go!

Harvey: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, we're at a packed house in San Diego and we're ready for a lovely evening of Action Packed Wrestling! I'm your host, Darren Harvey, and as always, I'm here with my good buddy Johnny Chase!

Chase: It's a big night of APW! With the news of Lethal Lottery coming up for a chance to become the next APW Undisputed Champion, all of our megastars are chomping at the bit to impress VP Johnny Rebel.

Harvey: I have it on good authority that Peter Enswald is also keeping a close eye on the competition. Let's get to the ring now for our opening contest!

The camera cuts to the ring where Nicky Paige is waiting.

Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is our opening contest for the evening! Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 181 lbs., and representing Tokyo, Japan... Sugoi SUGA!

The driving, high-pitched, and Engrishy beats of "Motteke! Sailor Fuku" hit the arena speakers, and really, there's only one weeaboo weeaboo enough to come out to this piece of anime history, and his name? SUGOI Suga! The self proclaimed White Man's Jackie Chan charges out from behind the curtain and a cloud of smoke, pumping his fists in the air, before throwing up metal horns with one hand and pounding his chest with the other as he dances (badly) to the beat of the song, screaming out with the more egregiously Engrishy bits. Suga all but sprints down to the ring, fistbumping fans on both sides of the aisle before jumping up to the ring apron in one fell jump. Stepping into the ring, he runs a lap of it, before taking center ring and bowing to all four sides as he prepares for combat.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 197 lbs., representing Richmond, Virginia... He is the "Silver Lining" Roy Speede!

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.

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As the last word fades, all five words reappear on the jumbotron at once. 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. 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: Both of these guys have something to prove this evening- Roy Speede is a guy that many consider to be the next major megastar in the APW!

Chase: There isn't anything wrong with a little silver, Darren.

Sugoi SUGA vs. "The Sliver Lining" Roy Speede

The bell rings and the two immediately lock-up but it doesn't last long as Speede ducks underneath with an arm bar. SUGA rolls forward breaking the hold and sending Speede flipping over. The two are back up on their feet almost immediately and both attempt a dropkick on the other. Their feet collide, pushing the other back, as the leap back up and both stand in the middle of the ring with their fists raised as the crowd roars in approval of the fast paced action. 

Harvey: Don't blink, ladies and gentlemen, you might miss something here! These two are lighting quick.

Chase: Oddly enough, that's how my ex-wife described me...lighting quick.

SUGA goes again for the collar-and-elbow tie-up but is met with the shoulder of Speede pushing him in to the corner turnbuckle. Speede drapes Sugoi's arms over the top rope and unleashes a set of chest slaps that leaves SUGA's chest fiery red. Speede finishes with a boot to the stomach that folds over his opponent- "The Silver Lining" grabs a handful of hair and drops the man from Japan with a running, one-handed bulldog. His face bounces off the mat, as Speede quickly flips him over for an attempted pin...

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Speede picks up SUGA and drops him with a quick series of suplexes, holding on to each one, and rolling over for a repeat. On the fourth one, Speede hooks SUGA's legs and flips him over with a Perfect-Plex and holds on in a bridging position as the referee slides in to position:

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Harvey: Some quick pin attempts from Speede here- I think he's trying to catch SUGA off guard.

Chase: Pour some SUGA on me...

Harvey: Dear goodness. Folks, we've reached the stage where Johnny Chase is singing terrible 80's hair band tunes!

SUGA rolls over after kicking out of the pin and kicks Speede in the stomach, grabbing his opponent by the neck, and flipping him over with a snapmare. SUGA bounces off the ropes, springing him forward as he snaps the neck of Speede. Roy grabs the back of his neck and flops about in the middle of the ring. SUGA leaps to the top rope and prepares for a splash but Speede is just barely outside of his range. As the "Silver Lining" gets up, SUGA leaps up with a missile dropkick but Speede swats him way and watches as Sugoi crashes down hard. Speede immediately runs over with a sliding dropkick to the ribcage of his downed opponent, which sends SUGA towards to the ringpost, which he wraps himself around. Speede drags him back in to the middle of the ring with a handful of hair and drops him a scoop slam. He backs up a few steps and springs forward with a running knee drop across the bridge of SUGA's nose! 

Harvey: SUGA ain't smelling the roses now, Johnny! He won't be able to breathe for a month after that move!

Speede, stalks SUGA, almost sadistically, waiting for him to find his way back up to his feet. As he does, Speede ducks behind him and latches on a full-nelson. He lunges backwards with a Northern Light's Suplex and holds on for a quick pinning attempt as SUGA struggles to break free...

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SUGA slowly rises but Speede's waiting with a shoulder block to the right kneecap of SUGA, making sure he won't use his speed as advantage for the rest of the evening. He picks up the hobbling opponent and whips him in to the corner but SUGA's knees can't hold out and he falls face first on to the mat. Speede can't help but laugh to himself as he helps Sugoi's back up. He grabs him by the right wrist and throws him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry position and rolls forward with reverse Samoan Drop. SUGA lays flat on the mat in front of the corner turnbuckle as Speede steps over him and climbs to the top rope. The fans get to their feet as Roy flies through the air and lands the "Speede Bump" (Shooting Star Frog Splash). He lands as both men wince in pain but Speede drapes an arm over SUGA and covers...

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Paige: Here is your winner, Roy Speede!

Speede celebrates in the middle of the ring as SUGA slowly spills out underneath the bottom rope. The cameras pan to an overly excited "Silver Lining" as the APW logo flashes before switching scenes to outside of the arena. An old school bus comes sputtering up to the entrance of the arena. The camera zooms in on the door as it opens. Out walks Mark Mania, looking unshowered and unkempt. Following him is his childhood friend Bill Gnarly.

Bill: Hey, we made it just in time!

Mark gives him an indignant look.

Mark Mania: Yeah, sure did.

The two men walk in towards the building. As they’re walking, a long limo pulls into the parking lot. The windows open and loud music is heard coming out. Suddenly a large drink is thrown towards Mark and Bill and spills all over the ground in front of them.

Man: Hey janitor, pick that up!

Mark is furious and tries to look into the window.

Mark Mania: Who the hell was that!?

Mark screams at Bill the limo pulls away and Mark runs chasing after it. After a few dozen yards the limo pulls out of the lot and disappears. Mark is sweating and breathing heavily.

Mark Mania: That was CJ Gates, I know it was.

Bill: I think it was just some punk.

Mark looks at Bill confused.

Mark Mania: Who else would pull that?

Bill looks back at Mark unsure of what to say. Mark is steaming mad. As he walks towards the entrance he scene fades out and APW Deception heads to a commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

The cameras go live to the backstage area as the increased volume of cheers come into effect. There was a good reason to cheer, “The Dying Breed” was in the building. Bags over Hopkins’s shoulders as looked to have not long ago arrived to the arena. The duo are seen dapping fists as they are walking at a medium-pace of movement.

Jair Hopkins: Tonight is going to be yet again, another great night. I got my eye on the prize, CJ Gates head!

Anthony Bailey: I can’t wait to see you two in action. Maybe you can knock some sense into him. Us and Sally started the job during the three way, not you can finish it.

Hopkins grin begins to grow wider and wider as he nodded to Bailey’s words of advice.

Jair Hopkins: I’m looking to keep him winning-less tonight. Zero and Tres it will soon become for CJ. I just can’t believe all those times I looked up at his accomplishments and marveled, wanting to be there at that level one day, to see what he has become now, sickens me.

As the two are continually walking through the hall, from the other direction comes APW’s Shane West as he runs up to the duo, hoping to catch a few words off a few questions he seemed to have.

Shane West: Hey Bailey...Hopkins! Jair, may I get your thoughts on your match tonight with the former Undisputed Champion in CJ Gates?

Hopkins looked at Shane with a sort of dumbfounded look for a moment before straightening up. He cleared his throat as he adjusted the bag on his shoulder.

Jair Hopkins: You really want to ask me my thoughts on CJ Gates? I don’t think that’s good for TV, man. It’ll just be full of bleeps anyhow. To put it in simple terms, the CJ Gates I know has died. Whoever this guy is, he’s in for a rude awakening.

Shane nodded his head.

Jair Hopkins: Look, we all as human beings change how we are at some point in life. We all have times where we want to feel refreshed, feel alive. But to completely turn on the folks who supported you from the beginning. To turn good-hearted people into nothing more than personal lackeys, it’s foul and cheap. Gooch is blind right now but trust, soon enough, he’ll come back around. Might be a little too late, but he’ll finally realize he’s been under hypnosis of one, CJ Gates.

Bailey nodded his head to what his buddy had just got finished saying.

Shane West: Bailey, what brings you here tonight?

Bailey and Hopkins just smiled in response to the question.

Anthony Bailey: I’m here to support my brother Jair and my good friend Sally, but overall I’m here just to kick back and watch some great action. Before I was ever an APW megastar, I was a fan of the sport. And when you’re always in the mix competing week in and week out, you can kind of forget to appreciate just how wonderful this sport is. I wouldn’t want to spend my night off any other way.

Jair Hopkins: Exactly. We’re brothers. We’re family. We all travel together, no matter what. Plus hey, you never know. You just never know..

The two once again smile as they make their way past Shane, who looks confused to what Hopkins had just said. Shaking his head, the cameras decided to cut back to ringside.

Harvey: We're back and our next match is going to be a doozy, ladies and gentlemen! Jacob Whitehead's been on a roll since the APW has reopened but he's up against the buzzsaw that is Arkia Fisk!

Chase: Ms. Business ain't be playin, yo!

Harvey: Excuse me?

Chase: You don't understand culture, Darren. It's embarrassing.

The camera pans away from Darren's confused face to the middle of the ring where Nicky Paige is prepared to announce the megastars of our next match.

Paige: First, coming down to ringside, from Coconut Creek, Florida, standing at 6’11”. JACOB WHITEHEAD!

“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.

Paige: And his opponent, from Newark, New Jersey, standing at 5’9”. Ms. Busine$$, ARKIA FISK!!! 

"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."

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.

Harvey: This should be a real exciting match. Arkia Fisk is one of the top talents in wrestling today and Jacob Whitehead really impressed last week. 

Chase: I really like this Whitehead kid. He’s no nonsense. Fisk has got a losing streak here and I want to see him send her even further! 

Harvey: You do realize we’re impartial announcers right? 

Chase: Oh, yeah, sure. I hope it’s an impartial match. 

Harvey: What? You know what? I don’t care. Let’s focus on the action in the ring as these two competitors are about to start! 

Jacob Whitehead vs. Arkia Fisk

Jacob Whitehead and Arkia Fisk stare each other down in the ring. Whitehead standing tall over Fisk. Fisk has a slight smile on her face. Whitehead winds up and tries to hit Fisk in the head, but Fisk ducks under the blow and jumps and throws a knee to Jacob’s side. Jacob grabs towards his side but then tries to throw another wild haymaker, but Fisk ducks again and runs off the ropes. She comes back and hits a flying elbow. Whitehead stumbles back but doesn’t go down. Arkia looks frustrated and bounces off the ropes again. Jacob recovers and lifts up his leg for a big boot. Fisk goes under that as well and stop on a dime and leg sweeps Whiteheads other leg. Whitehead hits the ground hard!

Harvey: Fisk finally gets the big man down! 

Whitehead starts to get up, but Arkia is all over him. She starts throwing kicks into Jacob’s side. The kicks are affecting him but he’s still working on getting up. Whitehead is up to one knee and is almost the same height as Fisk. Arkia throws a big punch but Whitehead catches it. Fisk looks stunned. Whitehead throws a punch to her midsection while still holding onto her wrist. Fisk doubles over as Whitehead gets to his feet. He wrenches around Fisk’s wrist and she’s writhing in pain. Jacob jumps up slams his elbow into the back of Fisk’s shoulder. She goes down hard. Jacob just stands over her and laughs.

Whitehead reaches down to pick up Fisk by her hair. As he’s pulling her up, Fisk throws a vicious elbow to the midsection. It doesn’t seem to affect Jacob much. He grabs her arm and whips her into the ropes. Fisk gathers herself and jumps trying for another flying elbow by Whitehead catches her. He has her in a bear hug and then hits a huge belly to belly suplex. He goes down for the pin.

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Chase: How on earth did she kick out!? Whitehead threw her around like a rag doll! 

Harvey: The interminable strength of human will. 

Chase: Put away the thesaurus and watch the match. 

Fisk is still rolling on the ground and Whitehead gets up, stunned that Arkia kicked out. He lifts her up by the hair again. He hits her with a huge uppercut with his elbow that sends her flying into the corner. Jacob rushes towards the corner but Fisk rolls out of the way. Whitehead is in the corner and Arkia runs and spears him further in. Whitehead looks hurt but doesn’t go down. Fisk backs up rushes in for a spear again! Whitehead is doubles over, but still not down. Fisk backs up ready to go at him again but Jacob starts stumbling out of the corner towards her. Fisk avoids his grapple and hits a big drop toe hold to put the big man to the ground. 

Whitehead tries to get back up but Fisk bounces off the ropes and hits him clear across the side of the head with a running knee and Whitehead rolls over onto his back. Fisk rushes over to the corner and jumps up onto the top rope. Whitehead is still down. Fisk hits a HUGE CORKSCREW ELBOW DROP!!

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Harvey: My God! I thought Arkia Fisk had it there. What a move off the top rope! 

Chase: There was a whole lot of movement, I thought she was going to come down on her head. 

Harvey: Well she almost took of Jacob Whiteheads head. 

Chase: Whiteheads head, that sounds weird. 

Harvey: You sound weird. 

Fisk gets up and is shocked that she didn’t finish off the match there. Whitehead is still trying to collect himself on the ground. Fisk starts stomping Whitehead and he’s rolling away towards the corner. Fisk follows along until Jacob is in the corner and Fisk drives her boot into Whiteheads throat. The referee breaks up the hold and checks on Whitehead to make sure he’s good to go. Jacob pushes the ref out of the way and grabs the top two ropes to lift himself up. He charges at Fisk with refound vigor. He tries to throw a punch but Fisk ducks under it and hits him with a body shot of her own. Whitehead winces but squares up and tries to throw another punch. Fisk dodges out of the way and sends another strike to the midsection.

Harvey: Arkia Fisk showing off some of her boxing skills here. 

Chase: This is a wrestling match not a boxing match. 

Harvey: Whitehead should’ve known not to get into a stand up striking match with Fisk. 

Chase: Oh yeah, the 6’11” competitor is going to back away from the 5’9”. Pay attention! 

Harvey: You might want to pay attention, Fisk is working him! 

Whitehead looks frustrated at the shots that he’s taking from Fisk. He lunges at Fisk and puts her in a headlock and wrenches her towards him. Fisk is trying to grab at him but can’t find anything to get ahold of. She tries throwing elbows but with Whiteheads size he avoids them. Whitehead changes the headlock into a front hold and sets Fisk up for a suplex. He lifts her up and she’s vertical. Fisk twists herself and in mid-air gets out of the hold. She lands squarely on her feet and Whitehead turns around wildly. Fisk hits a superkick to his midsection and in one flawless movement hits the OFFER YOU’LL NEVER REFUSE!!!! Whitehead goes down, Fisk goes for the pin!

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Paige: Here is your winner, ARKIA FISK! 

Arkia Fisk celebrates in the middle of the ring as Whitehead stares from outside the ring, and mumbling something to the effect of, "You haven't seen the last of me!" as APW Deception goes to commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

Harvey: So far we've started the evening with big wins from Roy Speede and Arkia Fisk. We've got three megastars up next but only one is going to join them in the winner's circle.

Chase: I've got five Funyun's on Crusher Crenshaw.

Harvey: As in five bags?

Chase: No, Darren- literally, five Funyun's.

Harvey: I *literally* don't understand you sometimes, Johnny, I really don't.

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.

Paige: Coming to the ring, from Kingsport, MA...CRUSHER CRENSHAW!!!!!!!

"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.

Paige: And his opponent, from Boston, MA...MARK MANIA!!!!!!!

He sprints toward the ring. As he nears the ring, he leaps in the air, springs his right foot off the ring apron, and uses his momentum to do a flip and land in the ring. He raises his hands.

Paige: And the 3rd competitor in this triple threat match, from Sacremento, CA…”The Supersonic” Branden Harvey!!!!!!!

Branden Harvey vs. Mark Mania vs. Crusher Crenshaw

Branden and Crusher lock up in the middle of the ring. Crusher gets a side headlock in. Branden tries to shove Crenshaw off but Crusher slings him sideways in a charge toward Mania, Mark grabs the top rope and pulls it down and Harvey crashes to the mat. Mark hits Crusher with a couple of chops and grabs him by the arm in a technical submission style move and sends him out of the ring through the middle ropes. Mark slides out of the ring and hits a DDT on the large Crusher on the mat. Brandon gets back in the ring and as Mark turns towards the ring as Harvey baseball slides, kicking Mark in the face, sending him to the ground. Branden gets out of the ring and punt kicks Crusher Crenshaw in the head. Branden jumps up on the ring apron. Mark gets up to his feet and Branden springboards in with a lariat and connects. The monsterous Crenshaw is already back to his feet from the kick that would’ve ended just about anyone else’s night. Crusher pulls Branden to his feet and throws him into the ring through the middle rope. Harvey gets to his feet but is met with a fist from Crusher as he’s climbing the apron. Harvey stumbles back and Crenshaw steps through the ropes. Brandon runs at Crenshaw and Crusher catches him with a clothesline. Crusher lifts Harvey up and then throws Branden to the opposite corner. Mark is back in the ring and dropkicks Crusher in the gut. Mark grabs Crusher and throws him into the corner, into Branden. Mark runs and crushes both guys in the corner with a splash. Crusher stumbles backwards and Mark grabs Crusher around the waist and heaves the giant up in a German Suplex, bridging for the cover

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Branden takes Mark and sends him into the ropes. Branden puts his head down and Mark jumps over Branden. Mark comes back off the ropes with a diving forearm to the head, knocking Branden down. Branden gets back up and Mark scoops him up and slams him to the mat. From behind, Crusher headbutts the back of Mark’s head, lifts him up and drops him over his knee like Bane did to Batman. Mark writhes in pain.

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Harvey: A lot of near falls.

Chase: A strategy that all three guys seem to have.

Harvey goes for a clothesline and it meets Crusher at chest level and has no effect. Mark holding his back, gets to his feet and dropkicks Crusher’s left knee, causing it to buckle underneat the big man and have him crash to the ground. Brendan jumps up to Mark’s shoulders and gives him a Hurricanrana. Mark gets back up and Mark charges at him and Branden arm drags him down. Branden springs to his feet and dropkicks Markand he rolls out of the ring. Branden nails Crusher in the back of the head with a flipping leg drop. Branden exerts much effort to roll the giant Crenshaw over. Branden covers

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Mark Mania is now standing on the top rope. Branden pulls Crusher up. As he does, Mark leaps off with a cross body, landing on both guys, taking them down. Mark pulls Branden up and punches him a few times and then gives him a neck breaker. Mark picks Crusher up and Crusher counters with a Jaw Breaker. Crusher then throws Mark into the corner. Crenshaw runs, be it dizzy, and jumps with a giant splash. Branden rolls up a distracted Crusher!

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Branden rolls Mark out of the way and covers Crusher, hooking the leg.
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Mark breaks up the count. He grabs Harvey and hits him with a neck breaker. He stomps the face of Crusher Crenshaw and Crenshaw rolls out of the ring holding his face. Mania picks up Harvey and hits MANIA MADNESS!!!!!!!!

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Paige: The winner of this match...MARK MANIA!!!!!!!

Another huge victory for Mark Mania as he rests up against the guardrail, quickly escaping the ring as not to face the wrath of Crusher Crenshaw and Braden Harvey. The victor escapes through the crowd and poses at the top of the stairs as a throng of fans try desperately to cop a feel but are shewwed away by APW security. We got to commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

Harvey: We've seriously got to get a handle on those Donkey Punch commercials. Somebody at the FDA surely has found out the secret ingredients can't be edible by now.

Chase: What? I'm sorry- I wasn't paying attention. Apparently all fourteen of my e-mail addresses have been compromised on Ashley Madison...

Harvey: Wait, something's going on in the back, Johnny-

The scene cutes backstage on Mark Mania walking through the halls.

Mark Mania: Where is he!?

Mark is asking random employees backstage. Mark grabs someone tying up cables.

Mark Mania: Where’s CJ Gates?

Guy tying up cables: I don’t know, sir.

Mark pushes him away, still screaming. He comes across a woman with a clipboard.

Mark Mania: Where the hell is CJ Gates?

The woman looks at him in terror and points down the hall.

Woman in terror: His locker room is down the hall to the right.

The woman was trembling as Mark leaves and goes down the hallway. He turns the corner and sees CJ Gates name on the door. He starts slamming on the door.

Mark Mania: CJ! Get out here! I know you’re in there! Get the hell out here now or I’m going to break down this damn door!

Mark keeps knocking on the door but no one comes to open it.

Mark Mania: You’re a coward! Fight me like a real man! You can’t take my company from me!

Still not answer from the door. But three large men come up from behind Mark. The man in the middle taps his shoulder. All three are standing over Mark. Mark turns around and the camera reveals the man in the middle is Buckson Gooch.

Buckson Gooch: Mark, that’s no way to talk to your boss. Why don’t you leave?

Mark Mania: I’m not going to fucking leave until I see CJ Gates.

Buckson Gooch slaps Mark right across the face. Mark looks incensed and he charges at Gooch. The other two men grab Mark by his arms and hold him back. Gooch laughs.

Buckson Gooch: Mr. Gates is busy right now. If you’d like to talk to him, talk to someone in HR, maybe they can get you an audience with him. For now, why don’t you just mind your manners and get out of here.

Mark Mania: You know this isn’t right Buck, I don’t know why you’d doing this, but you know it isn’t right.

Gooch just laughs and walks off.

Mark Mania: I’m going to get my hands on CJ Gates, and when I’m done with him, I’m coming for you!

Gooch turns around and offers an exaggerated frown. He looks at the other two men who are still holding Mark back and nods. The man on the left throws a hook into Mark’s side and he doubles over. The scene fades as the two men start to hit Mark repeatedly. We cut back to the front of the arena where the lights grow dim as there are now red and white lights blinking in mix speeds...

"How many start a journey, but never see the end
I never ask how, conceive it then speak in whens
A man will work his whole life to see his ego shed
I sew it up needle head all I need is thread
A team can only take it as far as its strongest leader
The streets are red, runnin with the blood of non-believers"

As “Fate” by Ces Cru came in, Hopkins appeared from the back as his appearance drew a large amount of cheers. Those who remained on the other side of the fence tried to wash out the sounds of the loud cheers but they remained strong. The soft-white spotlight followed Hopkins as he slowly made his way to the ramp and down it, arms out wide as he takes the moment all in.

Paige: From the “Concrete Jungle” in Brooklyn, New York, he stands at five feet, eight inches and weighs in at two hundred two pounds, JAIR .... HHOOPPKKIINNSS!!!

"I’m out for action what the f-- are y’all about relaxin'?
They can doubt my sanity but never doubt my passion
And I don’t know why they deceive us, feed us lies mislead us
He who denies what he has seen is worse than blind believers
I just play the cards the way they’re dealt"

The lights come back to normal as Hopkins continues on, he goes left, going down the ramp as he slaps all the hands that are reaching out. Looking to his right, he goes up and does the same on the right side, getting them all as well. He finally makes it all the way down and with a speed burst, he rolls underneath the bottom ring ropes as he gets to his feet and immediately climbs the nearest turnbuckle. Dropping down soon after, he moves around the ring as he waits for the match to begin.

Harvey: This match is sure to be a heavyweight fight, Johnny. Hopkins and Gates are two of the best in the APW!

Chase: Are we sure Jair isn't getting it on with Anthony Bailey when nobody is looking? Quick, somebody hack in to Bailey's e-mails.

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. 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.

Paige: And his opponent...from Fargo, ND...C.J. GATES!!!!!!

Jair Hopkins vs. CJ Gates

CJ and Hopkins begin circling each other and they lock up in the middle of the ring. Hopkins gets the side headlock on CJ and CJ pushes Hopkins off into the ropes. Hopkins comes back, taking CJ down with a flipping clothesline! Jair rockets to his feet and hits the ropes and comes back, hopping over CJ and hitting the opposite ropes. CJ is up and leap frogs Hopkins...Hopkins slams on the brakes and catches him...SPINNING POWERSLAM!!!!! Cover!

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Harvey: Gates used Jair’s momentum to make that move powerful!

Jair darts to his knees holding his back as Gates kips up. They circle each other and lock up again. CJ grabs a side headlock and Hopkins sends CJ into the ropes. CJ charges back with a cross body, but Hopkins ducks and Gates tumbles to the mat. CJ charges again and Jair tries to send a shoulder into the midsection of Gates. CJ jumps up and front flips over Hopkins. CJ grabs Hopkins from behind and pulls him to the middle of the ring. CJ goes for a back suplex, but Hopkins rears back with an elbow that gets Gates to release. Hopkins looks over his shoulder and nails a sick Ghetto Blaster. Gates rolls from the ring holding his head. The fans cheer wildly for Hopkins.

Harvey: Gates is just as quick as ever!

Chase: If this is a preview of what’s to come, this is going to be a very quickly paced match!

The two circle each other and tie up for a third time. Hopkins throws CJ into the ropes and as he comes back, Hopkins grabs CJ and gives him a Tilt-a-Whirl Back Breaker. Hopkins goes for another cover.

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Hopkins picks CJ up and throws him to the corner. Hopkins runs and spears CJ in the corner. He pulls Gates out of the corner hooks him up and belly-to-belly suplexes him in the middle of the ring and goes for another cover

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Hopkins picks CJ up and CJ punches Hopkins in the gut and then in the face in rapid succession. CJ punches Hopkins to the ropes. He goes to throw Hopkins into the ropes, but Hopkins reverses it. CJ hit’s the ropes and Hopkins goes to lift him up, but CJ drops back down with a sick dropkick! The crowd can’t help but to cheer for the highlight movie, but the boo quickly as CJ gets up with a cocky smirk on his face. He turns to the crowd and extends his arms. They boo and begin to litter the ring with garbage. Security is trying to stop them.

Harvey: Wow!

Hopkins gets up and is hit with another high dropkick. He gets up again and CJ takes Hopkins down with another dropkick, and Hopkins doesn’t get up so quickly. Gates picks up a half drank water bottle and unscrews the lid and pours it on Hopkins.

Harvey: There was no need to do that.

Gates pulls Hopkins to his feet and body slams him hard on the mat. He then goes over and covers Hopkins, hooking the leg.

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Harvey: The electricity is building!

Chase: This is going to be interesting.

Gates pulls Hopkins to his feet and goes for a Reverse DDT but Hopkins fights out of it. Hopkins then grabs him into a Belly to Belly Suplex. Hopkins isn’t done there grabbing Gates into a German Suplex. Hopkins covers him, hooking a leg.

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Hopkins pulls Gates to his feet and goes for a snap suplex. However Gates breaks free and lands on his feet using his momentum he runs to the ropes. Hopkins turns around only to be nailed by a Spinning Heel Kick. Both men quickly to their feet and another Spinning Heel Kick by Gates. Gates quickly goes for the Dropsault before covering Hopkins.

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ANOTHER KICK OUT! Gates then checks with the ref who tells him it was a two count.

Harvey: Unreal. Jair Hopkins took all of that quick punishment and still kicked out.

Chase: Look at Gates arguing with the ref.

Both men are to their feet now and exchanging blows. Hopkins gains the advantage but Gates gouges his eyes. The ref gets on his case about the eye gouge but Hopkins brushes it off like he doesn’t care and wants to fight. Gates pushes the ref to the side and dropkicks Jair’s knee out. Jair tries to get back to his feet...MARKET CRASH!!!!!!!

Cover!

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Paige: The winner of this match...C.J. GATES!!!!!!

The fans begin to show their displeasure at C.J. Gates coming out on top as Jair leans against the bottom turnbuckle with his knees tucked in his chest in disapproval. After a hard fought match, Gates taunts some fans while walking up the entrance ramp and heading to the locker room. Harvey and Chase are beside themselves but the fans let Jair Hopkins know they are behind him with a round of applause for a sound showing against the former APW Undisputed Champion. APW Deception goes to a commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

Harvey: It's main event time and I can't wait. Any time we get to see Sally Talfourd in an APW ring, it's a treat!

Chase: You think that Rachel would mind shooting me her Tinder account? I'd like to swipe that!

Harvey: Good grief.

The camera pans to the ring where Nicky Paige is prepared to make her announcement of the main event competitors for the evening.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for our main event! Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 156 lbs., "The Atomic Redhead" Rachel Ellsworth!

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. 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.

Paige: And her opponent...

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.

"The Atomic Redhead" Rachel Ellsworth vs. "The Last Magician" Sally Talfourd

The bell rings and they go to lock up but Rachel boots Sally in the gut. Rachel, acting like she just out smarted the APW Hall of Famer, brings Sally to the corner and Rachel nails her with a back elbow to the jaw, but then Sally responds with right hands and some knife-edged chops. Sally grabs Rachel and sends her face first into the turnbuckle. Sally goes at Rachel with more chops and right hands and Rachel is able to get away and get outside the ring. Sally doesn’t waste time and goes right after the sadistic sweetheart. Sally grabs her before she can get away and she hits Rachel with some chops before sending Ellsworth back inside. As Sally slides back into the ring, Rachel dives at Sally with a double axe-handle to the back of the head!

Harvey: Rachel putting up quite a fight here early in the match against Sally. I don’t think many fans gave her a chance in this match but she’s proving she belongs in the APW…and against the upper echelon!

Chase: Give it some time, Darren. Sally will be on the up-and-up soon enough and Rachel will be back under Johnny Rebel’s desk.

Harvey: Be careful, that’s your boss now!

Rachel stomps on Sally before pulling her up to her feet and executing a snap suplex and goes for a cover…

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Sally gets up and Rachel rolls her up in a school boy!

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Harvey: Ellsworth is throwing Sally off her game here.

Both women are up and Sally catches Rachel with a massive knee to the gut.

Chase: Well, maybe not…

Sally grabs Rachel and throws her out of the ring through the ropes and Sally quickly follows. Sally takes Rachel and sends her back first into the barricade and then tosses her shoulder first into the ring steps. Rachel is in obvious pain as she’s clutching her shoulder with everything she has.

Harvey: I think Sally may have separated Rachel’s shoulder here!

The referee walks over to check on Rachel, but Sally quickly pulls the referee out of the way and goes on the offensive. But Rachel was playing possum and pulls Sally into the ring steps and laughs. Ellsworth rolls Sally back in the ring and begins working on the former Undisputed Championship.

Chase: Rachel Ellsworth with a sneaky maneuver to get an advantage of Talfourd, there.

Sally fights to her feet and Rachel snap mares her and locks Rachel in a chin lock. She tries to go for a take down, but Sally blocks it with a leg hook and then elbows her in the stomach. Rachel takes a big swing with her right hand, but Sally ducks it and grabs Rachel around the waist and executes a beautiful German suplex while bridging for a pinning attempt…

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They both stumble back to their feet and despite the suplex, Sally’s slow to get back up- Rachel takes advantage and sneaks up behind her and locks in the old school sleeper hold as Sally eventually falls down to one knee. The referee begins to check Sally’s arms as it drops on both the first attempts.

Chase: One more and its over, Darren. Sally’s going to sleep!

The ref lifts it up for the third time, but this time its stays up. Sally is alive on the third check. Sally fights to her feet and then counters out with a back suplex. Both megastars get to their feet and Sally throws Rachel into the ropes, but Rachel reverses it and runs at Sally, connecting with a clothesline. Sally stumbles out of the corner and Rachel takes her and nails an amazing vertical suplex. Rachel goes for another cover….

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Rachel pulls Sally to her feet and nails some chops but Sally comes back with some of her own. The two trade chops and Sally comes out on top. Sally chops Rachel to the corner and throws her into the opposite corner, running at her and connects with a cartwheel back elbow to the jaw of Ellsworth. Sally hoists Rachel up to the top rope and gives her a few punches to the face before hooking up and nailing the massive superpkex, shaking the ring! Sally hooks the leg for the cover…

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Harvey: Rachel isn’t giving up easily here tonight- she wants to impress the higher-ups for a chance to participate in the Lethal Lottery!

Chase: And Sally will stop at nothing to stop her!

Sally waits for Ellsworth to get up, she does and goes for a clothesline, but Sally ducks it and counters with the a over-the-knee backbreaker. With Rachel down, Sally signals for the end. Rachel gets to her feet but Talfourd is waiting and takes her down with a dropkick to the right ankle of the “Atomic Redhead” – sending her to the mat. Sally skips over her, using the ropes landing the “High Hopes” (Springboard moonsault) and covers…

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Paige: Here is your winner- “The Last Magician” Sally Talfourd!

Sally celebrates in the middle of the ring as APW Deception begins to roll the credits. The fans in the arena erupt with a "We Love You, Sally" chant as Talfourd simply soaks in the love. Harvey and Chase sign-off as APW says goodnight!