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Post by FGA Office on Jun 9, 2013 3:00:08 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2013 3:17:21 GMT -5
[Wayne Carruthers is seen standing in front of the camera as his hands are resting on his hips. Inhaling shortened bouts of air, the "Wild Thing" looks to be winded while expressing an agitated look upon his face. Shorty thereafter, the husky FGA grappler takes one last final breath before staring into the lens of the camera and saying his peace.]
Wayne Carruthers: Karma... Karma, you think this is over? Trust me, it ain't over until we get to New Jersey in two weeks. And in two weeks time, I'm going to show you why they call me the "Wild Thing" and why I'm the most underrated and unappreciated member of this company's roster... So go ahead and bring over that hottie tottie you call a secretary. Bring two of 'em, I don't care. Hell, have them surround them entire perimeter of the ring. But when it's all said and done, no matter how many b*tches you'll have in your corner, I'll be sure to show you on how to serve a severed head on a silver platter -- "Joyzey" style.
[Carruthers ends his spiel with authority, raising his voice before returning to his panting breath as he walks out of the camera shot and the scene transitions into a blank black screen.]
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Post by The Rogue on Jun 9, 2013 5:51:34 GMT -5
Exert from www.raisethebarfga.comBlog June 9th 2013: Last night, I showed the FGA a glimpse of how this year will end. How, you say? I raised the bar. Ten grapplers fought, one stood tall. 3 seconds were claimed by me. As I said. And Cami D received an introduction to my left boot. As it has been announced, we have a match at the supershow. The end result will be the same. And I will have firmly made an example of her and reinforced my claim to my FGA Heavyweight Championship. My campaign has begun. And when this year is out, it won't be Chris Q, Dom, Chris Bond, AJ Fairchild or anyone else holding that belt... it will be over the shoulder of the first and only FGA Champion; Michael Tomkins. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2013 14:43:41 GMT -5
Post-Main Event
A.J. is in the locker room still in his ring gear with a towel draped over his head. He is getting ready to get showered and changed to head back home, but takes the opportunity to speak with the always present FGA cameras for some post show thoughts and feelings.
A.J. Fairchild: "I'm going to get my god damn belt back. Tonight was just step one. You all didn't think I could beat Drake... But I did! His ass is probably still knocked cold. But the fact is that sooner or later, you all will begin to believe in me again..."
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Post by Jerry on Jun 9, 2013 15:03:51 GMT -5
[It's about an hour after the DVD taping in Plymouth has ended as we're introduced to the scene of the Suspects loading up their vehicle. Tiffany Lawrence Michaels looks disgruntled after being "fondled" by Justice Young. She's leaned up against the rear passenger door of the 2010 Ford Explorer with her arms folded. Her slime ball cousin tries to console her with promises of having Young gone by August. Marx is entering in the driver's side door as Tryon is loading up the last bag into the shell. He turns and smirks at the camera.]
Tryon: What you witnessed earlier was just the beginning of a tradition - Chris Tryon having his arm raised in victory after each and every match. The Suspects had their doubters - only God knows why - going in to this match with The Motto. Unfortunately those two idiots didn't learn their lesson, and have decided to crash the party at "All Star Showdown II." That's fine. Obviously they're just as stupid as they sound in front of a microphone and have decided to come back for more punishment.
As far as the other *makes a quote symbol* "competition" that's in the match, I'll deal with you in due time. What I would like to address right now is of great concern to me, my partner, and the fans of Frontier Grappling Arts.
[Before Chris can continue with what he has to say, he's literally pushed out of the shot by an angry Tiffany Lawrence Michaels.]
Tiffany: He's talking about you, Justice Young. You can pretend that what you did to me was an accident all you want, but TRUTH is mighty and shall prevail! I've talked to the other ladies of Frontier Grappling Arts. They've seen you walking around with your wandering eyes. They've seen you spend way too much time at the entrance of the women's shower area "to interview" the ladies of FGA!
What you did to me tonight crossed a line that can't be... *searching for a smart word in her limited vocabulary* ...uncrossed! I was just lucky enough to have a witness there that saw everything. My truthful and honorable cousin. Just look at him!
[The shot pans over to Joey who happens to be picking excessive ear wax out of his ear and wiping it on the inside of his suit jacket. We quickly pan back over to Tiffany.]
Tiffany: He's going to be the one who ends your perverted reign of terror! Once you've been fired from FGA, I'll be a hero for, and respected by, all of the women in the locker room who were too afraid to stand up to you. We've had enough, Young. Enough of your creepy aura. Enough of your oogling eyes. ENOUGH OF YOU!
[Fade out.]
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Post by Dave on Jun 9, 2013 15:17:56 GMT -5
Camera cuts in to see Adam Stryker, dressed in Bring Me The Horizon t-shirt, smoking a cigarette outside of the Plymouth Memorial Hall. It is just few minutes after the FGA event and Adam, full of experiences from it, smiles at the camera like he is the nicest guy in the world. Eventhough we know that is not the truth.
"Hello, FGA faithful. If you saw me in the front row tonight, maybe you said to yourself - what is the former PWX Hybrid Champion doing here? Has he signed the dotted line and became a part of FGA? No, no, I have to disappoint you, at least partially. I was half enjoying good time and cheering on my buddy and tag team partner Mike Tomkins... and half scouting."
Stryker chuckles to himself.
"Those of you who know me are aware of my obessions when it comes to wrestling. I am obsessed with being a champion... and I am also a bloody tag team wrestling mark. So when I heard FGA is having some sort of a tournament for currently vacant tag team titles, I patted Mike's back and said 'Hey, lets win those motherfuckers. Bad Attitude for the win.' So eventhough you will not see The SoCal Switchblade Adam Stryker become a permanent roster member here, you shall get used to seeing me around a little more. With a Tag Team Championship around my tattooed waist."
Adam takes last smoke of his cig and tosses the cigarette butt on the camera. As it bounces off it and falls down, the former 5 time tag team champion's face changes from smile to his typical wicked and twisted expression.
"Be aware..." he almost wispers with a cold voice as he leaves the scene.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2013 17:26:14 GMT -5
Camera cuts to a locker room as a crash is heard from inside. The smacking sounds of flesh against steel ring out before they stop, a gutteral howl following. There's a moment of silence before the sound of glass breaking can be heard from within the room. The door swings open and out steps former FGA Champion, Dom Harter, looking seriously pissed off. He's limping slightly, the knuckles on his right hand are bruised. He pushes the cameraman out of the way and stalks off down the hall as the cameraman peers into the locker room. The steel door of one of the lockers is dented slightly at fist and kicking heights, a glass pitcher lays in pieces by the wall, water all around it.
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Post by Alexia Brandt on Jun 10, 2013 18:48:13 GMT -5
Another camera cut, this time to a nondescript office door that appears to be the temporary office of the FGA higher ups while in Plymouth, as indicated by the taped sheet of paper with "The Powers That Be" printed out in Comic Sans (and which some joker has added in sharpie "Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here").
Suddenly the door bursts open and out steps Alexia Brandt, now in her street clothes, with a sheet of paper of her own, this one with the FGA letterhead at the top. Seeing the camera she stops, eyeing it suspiciously for a moment before turning around and pulling the sign off the door, replacing it with the sheet she was carrying.
Turning back to the camera she glares down the lens, none of her usual competitive fire or excitable energy showing. Instead it's just a cold rage that emanates from her, making the cameraman step back nervously.
Alexia: Woof. Woof. Woof. All you've done so far is bark, Johnny. Now you get to feel my bite.
Without waiting for any response Alexia turns and storms off, leaving the camera to zoom in on the new sheet on the door: A contract, approved by the FGA for the Dog Collar Match at All Star Showdown 2.
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