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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 6:04:36 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 6:04:53 GMT -5
¡Uno!
¡Dos!
¡Tres!
¡Catorce!
Hello hello
(Hola)
I'm at a place called Vertigo
(Donde esta?)
It's everything I wish I didn't know
Except you give me something
I can feel, feel
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
 Toyota Center
Houston, TX EARLIER TODAY… There was a knock. A knock, followed by a voice indicating it’s approval for entrance. And with that approval, the door swings open. Sitting on a black leather sofa, (because after all, this is professional wrestling, isn’t it?) we find the Vertigo General Manager, Brandon Macdonald. He was sitting, reading over the nights line-ups and production notes. He stands, as in walks Chris Bond with his fiancée, The Crimson Baroness. Bond, who wasn’t even booked for a match this evening, is dressed in some street clothes. A pair of faded black cloth shorts, some sneakers, and a New Murder T-shirt, now available in muscle shirt form. The Baroness is dressed in a pair of mid-thigh cut shorts, an LA Blackout t-shirt, and a pair of black chucks. Because comfort, that’s why. The GM stands, and he and Bond shake hands. Brandon Macdonald: Chris! That was quite the knock-down, drag-out brawl you and Drake put on. Twitter was talking about it. Production, front office. Everyone was talking about how you two damn near destroyed the combat zone out there. No one was safe. The people who I sent to separate you two, they damn near lost their heads. Ratings spiked. Once again MY show, Vertigo, clobbered Flashpoint in the ratings! Chris smirks and nods his head, the Baroness rubs his shoulder in approval. Chris Bond: Yeah, well, he stole my Pride Title opportunity from me. He stole my Undisputed Title opportunity from me. He put his grimy little fingers all over my fiancée… The Baroness chimes in… The Crimson Baroness: Urgh, don’t remind me, sweetie. I had to take so many showers just to get that stench off me... She turns up her nose at the thought as the two men just look at her for a moment, before shaking their heads in amusement. Chris Bond: What happened last Vertigo was nothing… because tonight, I’m going to destroy Malcolm Drake. Chris says, a smirk so sinister you would think he was plotting Drake’s actual murder. The General Manager doesn’t look like he agrees with Bond’s plans for the evening. Brandon Macdonald: Yeah, about that… That’s kind of why I asked to see you. You see, what transpired between you and Drake last week did have a lot of people talking. Including the Board of Directors. It seems that they weren’t very happy with the two of you trying to kill each other AND putting our fans in harm's way. You two, you put the FGA and more specifically the Vertigo Brand at high-risk. And the Board puts a fair amount of blame on you. Because, after all, and according to them, you had no business being out there… so they wanted to suspend you. Indefinitely. Bond interrupts the GM, who doesn’t look too pleased at Bond’s misplaced anger. Chris Bond: To hell with that! He put his hands on her! He points forcefully at his soon to be wife. Chris Bond: He stole multiple title matches from me! He walks around here, like he owns the f---ing place… doing whatever he wants, whenever he wants, and not only do those asshats in the crowd cheer him for it, now the Board of Directors are all over his d*ck, too! This is ridiculous! The General Manager stops him. Brandon Macdonald: Let me FINISH please! Now, as I was saying. The Board of Directors holds you as a majority responsible, and while they looked the other way with regards to your personal relationships--their words, not mine--they can not continue to allow for our fans to be put in harm's way. So, after I discussed with them the huge financial impact of a potential Chris Bond/Malcolm Drake match-up at our upcoming strings of PPVs in Seattle, they came to a consensus that you being suspended for tonight only will surely send a message that your actions will not go unpunished. Bond is furious… not only at the Board’s actions and lack of respect, but because of their jab at Bond’s dating of the Baroness during his days as head trainer for the LDFC. The Crimson Baroness: Clearly some people are letting their imaginations run away, sweetie. This is all just lies and slander... Bond shakes his head. Chris Bond: You’re joking right? One night… and I flew all the way to Texas to be told to go home? What a crock of shit. If they think this is going to stop me from snapping Drake’s neck or that the Board is protecting their golden little psychopath… they’re dead wrong. This doesn’t change anything! The next time I get my hands on Drake, I’m going to break him! Bond goes to leave, but Macdonald stops him. Brandon Macdonald: Look, I know this sucks. Especially with everything I’m trying to do to build Vertigo as the greatest brand in professional wrestling today… but maybe don’t look at this as a suspension. Don't look at this as punishment… Look at this as an opportunity for a couple to spend an evening together. Maybe you two go get dinner and see a movie. Or the theater. Or… I hear there’s this GREAT wrestling show in town tonight. The General Manager’s smirk is huge… and so familiar he just might give the Cheshire Cat a run for his money. Bond smiles too, and he and the Baroness both nod to each other. Bond extends his hand to Macdonald and the two shake in approval. Bond puts an arm around the Baroness and the two turn to walk out. Chris Bond: C’mon babe, let’s go see if we can’t find some ringside seats for tonight’s entertainment. The two walk out and the General Manager nods his head. Brandon Macdonald: This job certainly has its ups and its downs, but it's nice when cooler heads can prevail. Now, back to business. I've got a show to run... |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 6:05:46 GMT -5
Inside her locker room, Susan Kent and Kendra Hollis are looking at pictures on Kendra's phone.
Kendra Hollis: These one are from the celebrity softball game, Chris Evans was so full of himself.
Susan Kent: You and Matthew McConaughey were pretty chummy though.
Kendra Hollis: Matthew and I are old friends, I helped get the part in those car commercials he doing lately.
Susan Kent: Okay...
Kendra flipped to another picture.
Kendra Hollis: That's the one those girls took outside of Mario's.
Kendra and Susan continue to flip through the pictures.
Susan Kent: May want to delete that one because you never know what might happen.
Kendra Hollis: That's one of my favorites, but your right wouldn't want anyone to steal my phone and find that picture.
Kendra deletes the picture.
Kendra Hollis: I really didn't want to do that.
?: Didn't want to do what.
Susan and Kendra turn to see Dana Wheeler standing in the door.
Kendra Hollis: It's nothing that you have to worry about Dana.
Dana Wheeler: Whatever, about your match tonight Susan?
Kendra Hollis: I'll step out and let you talk.
Kendra smiles and walks out of the room.
Dana Wheeler: Sometimes she comes across as something other than a total bitch. Anyway, about your match, remember, Yan is a fast striker so try and use your speed and agility to avoid them, and from what I've seen he has a good knowledge of wrestling and martial arts but is poor at submissions and he will try and provoke you into making mistakes. Use your head and don't let him provoke you. Take him out of his element and use his speed against him. Grind him down and outlast him. I know you can do that. You’re primed for another big win and tonight is that night.
Susan Kent: Okay, I get what you're saying. So I guess the only thing to do is go out there and win the match.
Dana Wheeler: Exactly, and remember. Management is always watching. A win tonight and who knows you may be considered for a title match. So that's my advice to you.
Susan Kent: Thanks.
Dana Wheeler: So I'm gonna head down to catering, you need anything?
Susan Kent: No
Kendra had walked back into the room.
Dana Wheeler: I’m heading down to catering, you want anything, Kendra?
Kendra Hollis: No I'm good, thanks.
Dana leaves the room and Susan and Kendra flip through more picture.
Susan Kent: I thought you were going to erase that picture.
Kendra Hollis: I did, I liked this one better.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 6:06:06 GMT -5
• Singles Match •
Yan Yungsung vs. Susan Kent Kent starts off the match with backhand chops to the chest. An irish whip is then reversed, sending Kent into the ropes. When she returns, she executes a running hurricanrana for a two count. An irish whip then sends Yungsung into the corner. Kent runs over to attack when Yungsung knocks her back with a boot to the face. He then runs out of the corner before knocking her down with a dropsault for a two count. A half nelson facebuster also gets a two count. Yungsung pulls Kent up to her knees and delivers a series of shoot kicks to the chest. He then fires off a roundhouse kick when Kent ducks, leaps to her feet and counters with an inverted headlock backbreaker. She then heads towards the ropes, jumps onto the middle rope, flips back and connects with a Lionsault for another two count! As the match continues, Kent then whips Yungsung into the ropes and throws out a spinning heel kick. But she does so too early, allowing The Lone Dragon to hang onto the ropes and watch her crash to the canvas. As Kent slowly sits back up, Yungsung runs across the ring and flattens her with a Sliding Knee for a two count. After an irish whip sends Kent into the corner, Yungsung runs across the ring and connects with a running palm strike. After planting Kent with a Tornado DDT, Yungsung heads out onto the apron and goes for a Springboard 450. But Kent rolls out of the way. After Yungsung lands on his feet, his momentum sends him rolling forward. When he rolls back to his feet and turns around, he sees Kent charging towards him. So he counters with the Fortune Cookie (split-legged punch)! Yungsung then hoists Kent up for a crucifix sit out powerbomb. But Kent counters with another hurricanrana! As both grapplers try to get back to a vertical base, Kent beats him to her feet, rushes over and brings him down with a running bulldog! After stepping out onto the apron, kent plants him with a Tornado DDT of her own! This one of the springboard variety before delivering a Rolling Thunder senton for another two count! In the sixth minute, Kent runs across the ring and leaps up for a Codebreaker. But Yungsung catches her in mid air. He then pushes her off of him. As soon as Kent lands on her feet, she gets rocked with a superkick! The Lone Dragon then wails away with the Dragon Frenzy (series of Wim Chum punches, then an elbow that pushes kent into the ropes, followed by a bicycle knee)! After dragging Kent into position, Yungsung steps out onto the apron, springboards to the top turnbuckle and dives off for the Lotus Destroyer (Warrior’s Way). But once again, Kent rolls out of the way. After Yungsung lands on his feet, his momentum sends him rolling forward. When he rolls back to his feet and turns around, he gets caught with a Codebreaker! Kent steps steps out onto the apron, scales to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and delivers the Photo Op (Frog Splash) for the one, two, three! Yan Yungsung X || Photo Op (8:12) || Susan Kent O • COMMERCIAL BREAK • |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 6:06:22 GMT -5
The scene opens up to Kol in the backstage area. The former HKW Global champion is dressed in street clothes as he watches the TV screen show a replay of the last match.
Suddenly, a hand creeps into the picture and extends toward Kol’s face. As the camera pans back, we see Ricky Valero standing there, his lips curled into a half smile and his blue eyes stare down at Kol, waiting.
Kol: May I ask what the hell you are doing?
Ricky sighs, motioning toward his hand as lowering it from Kol’s face but keeping it extended for a handshake. .
Ricky Valero: It’s a peace offering.
Kol is hesitant considering the history between these two men which dates back to their time together in NKP, before he arrived on the scene at FGA.
Ricky Valero: Look, you and I both know we’ve never exactly gotten along. You don’t like me, and I damn sure don’t like you. But things looked a little shaky for Vertigo toward the end of the last show, and if I’m going to lead this team to victory over Flashpoint at All Star Showdown--
Kol: Wait a second. Wait just one second. What do you mean, lead?
Ricky furrows his brows in confusion and scans the room certain Kol could not be talking to him.
Ricky Valero: I mean lead, like, be in charge or command of. Kol, I am clearly the leader of this team.
He scoffs and rolls his eyes, almost insulted by the idea there could be any other possibility, while Kol pinches the bridge of his nose.
Kol: This is going to end so well. Listen, I don’t really care what you have to say to me. I have a lot to gain from winning this match, so don’t worry. Your head won’t be kicked off of your shoulders unless you give me a reason to.
You can see the wheels turning in Ricky’s head as a witty response thinks of spilling out, but the self-proclaimed “Franchise” bites his tongue and fakes a smile.
Ricky Valero: Well good…
Again, he extends his hand for a handshake to Kol. His eyes lock on his Vertigo teammate with a sense of skepticism.
Ricky Valero: We’re on the same page then!
Kol’s eyes lower toward Valero’s hand, but a voice echoes from down the hall from behind Ricky.
?: Yes! Unity amongst peers! That is what I like to hear in these trying times, Richard. That— oh.
The camera pans out as the FGA Undisputed Champion, the other half of the “Good Guys”, walks into frame, having started speaking at Ricky before looking up from his phone and seeing his company. Evan’s posture suddenly grows tense and he narrows his eyes at Kol, but shakes it off and once again contorts his face, forcing a smile. Envi looks prepared to say something to Kol as he seems to cycle from emotion to emotion… but settles back on that smile, remaining a few feet behind Valero.
Kol: Hi, Evan.
Kol’s eyes shift to the title in Evan’s possession, a small smile appearing on his face as he looked at his reflection on the title before finally turning his attention back to Evan.
Kol: To what do I owe this pleasure? Came to try and back up “Richard” and whatever the hell he was trying to say to make sure we’re on the same page. You can save it. I know what a win means for every single one of us, especially me. Especially...since I have a win over you.
Evan squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath.
Evan Envi: ...AAAAAAAHHHHahahaaa, gosh, you mmm… man you’re charismatic. Haha! Ahh. Man. Ricky. We should wrap this up.
Ricky Valero: Come on, Kol…
Once more, Ricky motions toward his hand, basically begging Kol for a handshake at this point.
Ricky Valero: Are we good or what?
Kol lets out a sigh before he shakes Ricky’s hand.
Kol: We’re good. But try anything....and I’ll make sure that not only you regret it, Richard, but your little vegan friend here too.
The comment earns an eye roll from an otherwise silent Envi. The Buffalo native releases his PPV partner’s hand before walking away from both men. Both members of the Good Guys share a look and Ricky mutters something unable to be picked up by the microphones as the scene fades.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 6:07:05 GMT -5
• Singles Match •
Aria Eckhart vs. Ryan Wilson Eckhart starts off the mat with a side headlock transitioning into a hammerlock from behind. After Wilson reverses into a hammerlock of his own, Eckhart brings him down with a jumping snapmare. The Darling then takes Wilson and shoots him into the ropes. When he returns, Eckhart puts her hands out and yells “WAIT A MINUTE!” As Soon as Wilson stops in his tracks, Eckhart takes him by the arm and delivers an arm wrench. After another arm wrench is executed, Eckhart hits him with backhand chops that echo throughout the arena. She the shoots Wilson right back into the ropes. When he returns, Eckhart goes for a back body drop. But Wilson stops and counters with a power snap suplex for a two count. The Action is brought into the corner, where Wilson applies a foot choke. After a hard irish whip sends Eckhart crashing into the opposite corner, Wilson runs across the ring and knocks down the stumbling Eckhart with an Italian Mafia Kick for a two count. After a calf kick knocks Eckhart back down, Wilson delivers a swinging neckbreaker for a two count. After a belly to back suplex, Wilson bounces into the ropes, comes back and goes for Flashing Elbow. But Eckhart rolls out of the way, causing Wilson to hit his elbow on the way down. Eckhart then applies another arm wrench, delivers a leg sweep and follow sup with a running leg drop for a two count. Eckhart then shoots Wilson back into the ropes. When he returns, Eckhart goes for a hip toss. But Wilson steps through it. He then tries for a hip toss of his own when Eckhart blocks and counters with a modified small package for a two count. After a sitout jawbreaker sends Wilson stumbling backwards towards the ropes, Eckhart goes for a lariat. But Wilson ducks and dumps her out onto the apron. He then drags her through the ropes before hitting a rope hung front kick. After bringing Eckhart down with an inverted headlock backbreaker in the sixth minute, Wilson goes for a Lionsault. But Eckhart gets her knees up! She then knocks him down from behind with a lariat. The Darling heads into the ropes, comes back and knocks Wilson down with another lariat! After a spinning back kick to the midsection, Eckhart brings him down with a leg hook reverse STO! Eckhart then finishes things off with The Chicago Cross (twisting wristlock inverted double underhook facebuster) for the one, two, three! Aria Eckhart O || The Chicago Cross (8:10) || Ryan Wilson X • COMMERCIAL BREAK • |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 6:07:24 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 6:07:41 GMT -5
The scene opens backstage in the locker room of the Reapers In Pride as Joseph Perrello was sitting down at a table talking on the phone to his wife Onyx. It didn’t seem to be a bright and shiny conversation they were having but it was neither nobody’s business to begin with. On the other side of the locker room was Ryder McKnight pacing back and forth lost in his own thoughts about tonight’s semi finals match up against Bristow & Barnes. A low growl was heard from him as he shot a look over at Perrello whose conversation with his wife was getting a bit more tense.
Ryder McKnight: For the love of God…
Ryder mutters under his breath. Joseph finally hangs up the phone and even slams it down on the table. He says something in Italian and shakes his head.
Ryder McKnight: Well it’s about time.
Joey Perrello: Don’t you dare start with me.
McKnight waves him off and shakes his head.
Ryder McKnight: Should be more worried about ripping these heads off of these f**king leeches Bristow & Barnes rather than fight about who picked up the huggies.
Perello shakes his head.
Joey Perrello: That’s not even close to what we wer--
Ryder McKnight: I don’t actually give a sh*t, boss. That stuff can wait till after we crush these skulls.
Perello nods.
Joey Perrello: You’re right...Sorry. Look, we’re another step closer to calling ourselves FGA United States Tag Team Champions. Champions, Ryder. Something we probably should’ve been a long time ago but finally getting our shot now. This roster is already scared of us. None of them want a piece of us really. We know this already.
The VP stands up to his feet and looks over to his tag team partner and brother in arms.
Joey Perrello: Let’s go crush these sons of bitches.
Ryder nods and then the door swings open suddenly Standing there in the doorway was Fenrys. Fenrys looks around seeing he came to the wrong room and then notices Ryder standing there. The two start to growl at one another as they had a stare off.
Joey Perrello: Seriously? Beat it already.
Fenrys: Grrrr
Ryder McKnight: Grrr.
Joey Perrello: GO!!!
Fenrys spits down on the ground and points at Ryder before he backs out of the room and leaves.
Ryder McKnight: I’m gonna kill that--
Perrello holds up his hand.
Joey Perrello: Shut it. Bristow & Barnes, remember?
Ryder nods and follows his VP out of the locker room as the scene fades.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 6:08:26 GMT -5
United States Tag Team Championship Tournament (Semifinals)
Reapers in Pride vs. Bristow & Barnes The match starts off with both teams trading blows in the center of the ring. Perello quickly gets the better of Bristow before doubling him over with a punch to the gut and tossing him through the ropes. Across the ring, Barnes is knocking McKnight into the corner with a flurry of right hands. But he gets hit from behind by Perello with a double ax handle across the back. RIP then deliver clubbing strikes to Barnes before Perello pulls him back towards the center of the ring. While the VP of RIP is holding Barnes’ arms back, McKnight comes out of the corner and throws out a bicycle kick. But Barnes wrestles free and ducks, causing Perello to get knocked down by the kick! When McKnight turns around, Bristow & Barnes send him over the top rope and to the floor with a double clothesline! Back inside, Bristow & Barnes put the boots to a Perello before an irish whip shoots him into the ropes. When he returns, they throw him down with a double hip toss! Barnes makes the cover. But he only gets a two count. Tag out to Bristow. The duo take Perello and whip him into the far ropes again. When Perello returns, Bristow hits a drop toe hold, followed by a running dropkick from Barnes! Bristow makes the cover, but he only gets a two count. After an irish whip sends Perello into the corner, Bristow runs over to attack when Perello knocks him back with a back elbow to the face. He then turns and socks Barnes with a right hand. When he turns back around, Bristow nails him with a corner running elbow smash! Tag back out to Barnes. When Barnes gets in, the two send Perello slumping down in the corner with mudhole stomps. Barnes then applies a foot choke before letting go when the count reaches ‘four’. A snap suplex gets a two count. A pendulum backbreaker, followed by a pointed elbow drop also gets a two count. An irish whip is then reversed, sending Barnes into the ropes. McKnight then nails Barnes in the lower back with a knee! As Barnes staggers away from the ropes, Perello knocks him down with a running big boot! Tag out to McKnight, who puts the boots to Barnes as soon as he gets in. After slamming Barnes face-first into the top turnbuckle, McKnight lets off a flurry of right hands before applying a foot choke. When the count reaches ‘five’, McKnight backs away from the corner. While the ref scolds McKnight for not breaking the choke in a timely manner, Perello gets in and unleashes a ballistic combination of rights and lefts to the body before rocking him with an uppercut! Perello quickly exits out to the apron before the ref turns around. McKnight heads back into the corner, places Barnes in a clinch and delivers Muay Thai Strikes before tagging Perello back in. RIP then take Barnes and shoot him into the far ropes. When he returns, they throw him down with a double spinebuster! Perello makes the cover, but he only gets a two count. Tag back out to McKnight. After another irish whip into the ropes, RIP deliver a double pop up flapjack! McKnight makes the cover. But Bristow breaks up the pin at a count of two. As he heads back over towards his corner, RIP jump him from behind before tossing him through the ropes. Hen RIP turns around, Barnes nails them both with right hands! He then runs into the far ropes. Hen Barnes returns, RIP knock him down with the East Side Clap (bearhug/jumping hook kick combination)! McKnight makes the cover. But Barnes gets his shoulder up at the count of two. As the match continues, McKnight lifts Barnes up for a powerbomb when Barnes counters with multiple punches to the head. When he slips down in front of McKnight, Barnes doubles him over and plants him with a Flowing DDT! Barnes turns over and begins to crawl towards his corner. But McKnight reaches over, grabs him by the ankle and drags him back towards the center of the ring. He then pulls Barnes up from behind and goes for a German Suplex. But Barnes blocks, counters with three back elbows and performs a standing switch before shoving McKnight into the ropes. When he returns, Barnes gives him an inverted atomic drop before knocking him down with a short-arm lariat! McKnight is sprawled out on the apron while Barnes continues to crawl towards his corner. He’s about to make the tag when Perello rushes over and knocks Bristow off the apron with a right cross! He then puts the boots to Barnes! RIP take Barnes and shoot him into the ropes. They set up for a double back body drop when Barnes stops, places them both in a front facelock and delivers a Flowing DDT! Barnes rolls across the ring before pulling himself into his corner. When Bristow pulls himself up onto the apron, Barnes gets up, stagers over and tags out! Bristow gets in and knocks each member of RIP down with a pair of European Uppercuts! An irish whip sends McKnight into one corner and Perello into another. Bristow darts across the ring and hits Perello with a running corner forearm smash! He runs across the ring and does the same to McKnight! He then takes McKnight and whips hi across the ring into Perello! As McKnight staggers back, Bristow hits a backstabber for a count of two! A slingshot suplex gets a two count. A snap scoop powerslam also gets a two count. Bristow then throws out a short-arm clothesline. But McKnight ducks and shoves Bristow into the ropes, where Perello punches him in the back of the head! McKnight then throws him down with an STO! After Perello is tagged back in, RIP rush into the corner and knock Barnes off the apron! They then head back over towards their corner before delivering a backbreaker hold/diving knee drop combination to Bristow! RIP pull Bristow back up and deliver the Reaped (powerbomb/jumping neckbreaker) combination for the one, two, three! Reapers in Pride O || Reaped (14:30) || Bristow & Barnes X • COMMERCIAL BREAK • |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 6:08:50 GMT -5
Our scene fades into something that appears to be slightly different from the typical FGA interview. Obvious by the lighting and depth perception, the scene is filmed on a camera more appropriate for modern cinematography. The FGA Undisputed Champion Evan Envi sits in front of the camera, pondering something while a smirk crosses his face. Evan Envi: What do I think about Jimmy Page on a competitive level? Like… an athletic level? Hm. Envi laughs a little and adjusts the title on his shoulder-- and just as quickly, we cut to a shot of Jimmy Page sitting down dressed in a black flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, dark blue jeans, and a pair of his favorite Chuck Taylor’s. He has his right leg crossed over his left as he thinks of what to say about the current Undisputed Champion. Jimmy Page: You know uh--competitive wise obviously--the guy’s good. I don’t take anything away from competitive Envi. I honestly just don’t give a damn about the real Evan Envi. You know the person…? Evan Envi as a person’s the worst, full stop. And believe me, I know a thing or two about people like that. Envi in a ring? Sure, he’s tolerable, but give him a microphone and have those lights shine and that hard camera’s focused on him he can be the biggest sh*theel this company’s ever seen. So...take that for whatever that’s worth I guess. Jimmy pops his gum and shrugs his shoulders as something else comes to mind. Jimmy Page: Ricky Valero can go f**k himself too for all I care. As we cut back to Evan Envi, dressed in a black suit with a blue tie, he reaches over to his shoulder, pulling the Undisputed Championship into his hands while he speaks. Evan Envi: I think Jimmy Page is one of those dudes that had all this fire way back when, and now he’s got this… this career rejuvenation, man. He overcame the New Murder. He won the Gold Rush Rumble. He showed a whole new wave of FGA fans— of wrestling fans— that he can still go, and he can still hang with the absolute peak out in the ring but uh… Evan sniffs and looks away for a moment, smirking again before shrugging. Evan Envi: But what do you want me to say? It ends there. This is a business, not a pipe dream, am I right? Page looks off to the side to try best articulate his words. Jimmy Page: Evan’s got this idea you know--all young guys go through this stage to be quite honest--that since he’s reached the apex of the mountain...he’s unbeatable. My entire FGA career I’ve broken down a ton of barriers. Titles, awards, Match of the Year candidate matches, you name it I’ve done it. So him being shocked that I’m climbing back up the food chain and looking to become a two-time champion doesn’t shock me. I’ve always been good, my talent didn’t go out the door when I left. It’s always been there...and I’m not planning on leaving anytime soon until I get that title. I’m gonna beat Evan, I’m going to humble him, and I’m going to show him what happens when he crosses a line he can’t come back from. There are consequences for our actions, and Envi’s gonna learn that the hard way. We cut back to Envi, now laughing, rubbing at his eyes with his fingertips before taking a deep breath and speaking. Evan Envi: Is he acting like he isn’t a part of this? Of the Flashpoint versus Vertigooo… war? Let me remind you, that although Jimmy Page says he wasn’t behind any of Vertigo’s attacks on the Flashpoint roster— let me remind you that James Joseph Page is the same dude that SPITS on our fans every week. You believe anything this dude says? Bro— Jimmy Page was the loudest voice in the locker room when everyone was talking about invading Flashpoint. Okay? I mean… he’s a veteran. I respect his mindset from time to time, you know? So like… I was shocked when we went to confront Flashpoint and Jimmy wasn’t with us. It’s like— it’s a part of his plan to change how people view him in this business. We cut to flashback scenes of Page smacking then-FGA talent Cindy Parker aka “Cyncity” in the back of the head with a steel chair. The picture cuts to Cordy Stevenson cradling her friend in her arms crying. Another shows a static image of Page literally tearing the ear off of another competitor, that wrestler being Laurel Hardy. Another shows Page in slow motion coated in another person’s blood, the blood belonging to Emily Carter. Smash cut after smash cut shows Page in a horrific and brutal light. Evan Envi: He’s a monster. He’s the worst kind of dude! Think about just-- just HALF the stuff he’s done to people that didn’t even deserve it. And now… now he doesn’t want to be associated with the brutality… with the dirt that went down when we invaded Flashpoint. That’s not good for his new image. That’s not good for the “new” Jimmy. He wants y’all to forget. But lemme tell you— Jimmy is just as grimy as he ever was. Envi shrugs with a “sorry to tell you” type of expression. Jimmy Page: “Don’t throw stones at a glasshouse unless you want them thrown at your own.” We briefly cut to a black-and-white flashback of Envi turning his back on several accomplices over the years… ranging from Jenny Knite in SCW, to Caroline Stark in SCW, to Neon in FGA most recently, ending with the former Camp Envi member being thrown out of the Gold Rush Rumble, lying on the floor with a look of pure emotional exhaustion and defeat. Jimmy Page: Envi likes to play up the fact that his hands are clean. That’s funny, because his hands are just as dirty as mine, but we can’t stop him from playing into the narrative that he’s done nothing wrong. Envi can look at my past, and guess what? Yeah, I’m a verrrrry sadistic son of a b*tch when I want to be. I don’t hide from my past, and I’ve come to embrace that. I’m not kissing f*cking babies. So when it comes down to it, Envi should count his lucky stars he doesn’t see that part of me and that this match I don’t beat him within an inch of his life. Light threats over Twitter are just one thing, but follow through on my actual threats. Interviewer: Do you think it’ll be fair? Jimmy Page: ... We cut back to Evan Envi, who raises a brow at whatever he was just asked before recoiling a bit, leaning back in his chair. Evan Envi: Are you kidding me? I’m an upstanding-- Evan Envi: --honest-- Evan Envi: ...champion. We slowly fade into a shot of Jimmy Page, focused on the interviewer that remains out of frame. Jimmy Page: For your sake, he better hope he doesn’t cross me. Between you and me? I hold grudges. Ask Harter... Evan Envi: Yeah, I know what he’s capable of. No-- I’m not trying to undermine it. I’m not trying to simplify it. But the fact is, I’m very, very confident that I can stop Jimmy Page whereas Dom Harter, at the end of the day, coulllld not do that. I know what Page is willing to do to me-- what he wants to. And I know what Johnny Karma has done to me, and I know that he feels like he isn’t done. He still has this vendetta against me because of Cherry Baum. Because of Flashpoint. He grins, raising the Undisputed Title once again, turning his gaze toward it. Evan Envi: Because of- Jimmy Page: Johnny? Johnny’s tough. Guy’s been apart of this company way longer than I have and honestly? He was one of the guys who saw me come back and didn’t turn his nose up at me. I appreciate that he’s honest. However, if I can be honest, him being in this match doesn’t change the fact that I’m going to be walking out as a champion. Karma’s good, Karma’s been good for a long ass time. I’m out to prove I’m better. We cut to Envi again, who looks slightly peeved by the question. Evan Envi: I wish more bad things would happen to Johnny Karma to be honest. He rolls his eyes. Evan Envi: Karma’s exactly what’s wrong with Flashpoint. Hadley Herrera is so determined to keep that dude as the face of her brand but I don’t understand what was so wrong with the Chief. I don’t get what was so WRONG with the Good Guys. Hm. Jimmy Page: Look, Flashpoint’s not a bad brand. Jimmy Page: I don’t have any hard feelings towards any of those guys. Honestly, it’d be good to see them humble Macdonald because he tends to stick his nose in matters that don’t involve him. Jimmy Page: Karma and the Flashpoint roster want their heads on a platter. And I’ll be much obliged to hand them to’em once I win that Undisputed Championship. Otherwise if Karma want’s a piece he’s just gonna have to share. I want Envi just as much as he does. We cut to a shot of Envi reflecting, rubbing at his jaw as he sits in silence before a quick cut reveals him responding to the off-camera interviewer. Evan Envi: Jimmy Page is a liar. He wanted this to happen to Flashpoint but now he wants no part of the repercussions. Some sick, twisted way to feign some type of unity with Johnny, probably. Don’t trust that dude. And Johnny Karma? He’s not driven by a desire to win the Undisputed Championship. No-- he’s driven by spite. Spite… and jealousy. Those are the kind of dudes I’m up against at All-Star Showdown. Envi winks and brings a finger up, tapping the side of his head. Evan Envi: But this too, I shall overcome. Page leans forward in his seat, his hands held together while his elbows rest in his lap. His eyes then begin to scan the ground, trying his best to find the right words to convey his feelings for that title he held so proudly four years ago. He looks up at the camera with a steely gaze. Jimmy Page: I haven’t felt that belt for--what--three and a half years? Those years were rough, really, really rough for me. Alcohol, sleeping pills, and depression, mix those all together and you get a mess of a human being. I go to my therapy sessions, I haven’t touched alcohol in nearly two years, and to be honest I haven’t felt this clear minded in a while. That Undisputed Championship, for me means more to me than this stupid brand war. Scenes play of Page years back, holding the FGA World Championship proudly. Jimmy Page: Many people would say I didn’t earn this. Many would say this is such a crappy feel good moment for someone as f*cked up as me, and they’d be right. No one thought I’d come back like this. I’m more surprised than everyone else. But I’m here, I can’t change that, so I’m going to make the best of my opportunity. And if that means I gotta go through two other guys then so be it. I’m not here for petty little games. I am not just some toy Evan Envi can play with. I’m going to show him that their are ramifications for the types of games you with, especially when their being play at the expense of other people. Karma feels the same way, and honestly I wish it were him and me going at it instead of having that piece of sh*t shoved in the middle of this all. But at the end of the day, All Star Showdown? Page nods his head as his eyes wander off for a moment. They turn back to the camera after a split second. Page shrugs his shoulders and leans back into his seat with a nonchalant glare. Jimmy Page: I’m walking out the champion. Page lets out a sigh from his nostrils. Jimmy Page: ...Yep. The scene cuts to Page has he begins to gnaw slightly on his right thumb. He sighs again as he avoids eye contact with the camera for a bit. Leaning back down he contemplates the big match as the scene slowly fades away to black. • COMMERCIAL BREAK • |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 6:09:14 GMT -5
We cut backstage to the office of Vertigo general manager Brandon Macdonald. He’s sitting behind his desk, flipping through some papers before looking back up at the camera.
Brandon Macdonald: Some of you may be wondering if I’ve heard some of the shots that Flashpoint teams like The Chaotics and Smart Style have been throwing. More of you may be wondering if I’m going to do anything about it. And if you know me, if you know what I’ve done for this brand, then you know full well that I will not sit idly by.
Macdonald gets up from his chair and walks towards the camera from his desk.
Brandon Macdonald: See, Smart Style. I heard your trash offer. One of our best tag teams against you at All-Star Showdown VII? That’s child's play.
Another pause by Macdonald as he looks at a piece of paper taped on the wall. Eventually he looks right back into the camera.
Brandon Macdonald: I’m going to do what I always do and once again one-up Flashpoint. I’m not interested in proving that we have the better tag team on Vertigo. We’re already going to prove that we have the better wrestlers when we sweep Team Flashpoint in the Ten Man Tag Team match. So I want to prove that not only do we have the best tag team in FGA, but that we have the better tag-team DIVISION of the two brands.
A smile creeps onto Brandon’s face.
Brandon Macdonald: That’s right. It won’t be a tag-team match at All-Star Showdown. It’ll be an Eight Team Tag-Team match. Four of our best tag teams against four of Flashpoints. And I already have our four picked out.
Macdonald flashes a look at the paper on the wall again before looking back at the camera.
Brandon Macdonald: The four teams representing Vertigo will be...Reapers in Pride...Pendragon...Bristow and Barnes...and Maritza Diaz and Pedro Gonzales! Let’s see Flashpoint try to top that.
Macdonald grins again before the camera fades out to the crowd’s strong reaction to the match announcement.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 6:09:32 GMT -5
The camera pans through the crowd. There seems to be two empty seats at ringside, but not for long. Security seems to be escorting two people to their seats, and upon closer inspection, those two people are Chris Bond and the Crimson Baroness.
Kris Cruise: It-it’s Chris Bond! What is he doing out here?! He was informed earlier this evening that he was suspended for the evening!
Stephy Auger: Oh get off it, Cruise! Clearly this man, even on his night off, still takes in the greatest talent this business has ever seen… and it can be found exclusively on the Vertigo Brand! Haha!
Bond is carrying a drink and a small popcorn, and the Baroness is carrying a sign. The fans reach out to touch their idols that they see on TV, but Bond and the Baroness just push their ways through.
The two of them make their way to their seats, and Bond sets his popcorn and drink on the guardrail before standing on his seat and screaming out into the crowd. The Baroness smirks, standing next to her man. He looks down and the two give each other a quick kiss, before Bond turns to the camera and holds up two tickets, squarely in frame, an obvious provocation to the FGA Board of Directors.
Kris Cruise: Clearly this is just another way for the two of them to be a thorn in Malcolm Drake’s side!
Stephy Auger: A thorn!? In HIS side!? Malcolm Drake attacked the Crimson Baroness. Malcolm Drake cost Chris Bond two title opportunities! Malcolm Drake did all of that! He’s the real thorn!
Kris Cruise: If your selective memory will remember, it was Chris Bond who brutally attacked Malcolm Drake! Drake was literally walking out the door!
Stephy Auger: Two words for you Cruise… FAKE. NEWS.
The Baroness smirks and holds up her sign, which appears to be handwritten in giant marker and reads: “Malcolm Drake = misery”.
Bond takes a seat and sips from his soda and offers the Baroness some popcorn as the fans around him boo and jeer, and the camera pans back to the ring.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 6:09:50 GMT -5
• Singles Match •
Molly Reid vs. Izzy Anders Reid and Anders start off the match trading rights and left. The fists continue to fly until Anders ducks a right hook before going back to trading blows. The two grapplers continue to exchange punches until Anders ducks another right hook before going back on the attack. After Anders ducks another punch, she smacks the taste out of Reid’s mouth with a Stockton Slap! When Reid turns back towards Anders, The Mindkiller spits right in her face! She then turns and runs into the ropes. When Anders returns, Reid clobbers her with Stay Down (Superman Punch)! Anders quickly rolls to the outside and clutches her jaw. When she returns around, Reid runs into the far ropes, comes back, leaps over the top rope and knocks her down! Reid brings the match back inside and makes the cover. But she only gets a two count. Reid moves Anders into the corner with multiple forearms strikes. She then unleashes a flurry of punches, kicks, knees and elbows in the corner. Reid delivers an irish whip before running across the ring. While Reid runs across the ring, Anders bounces out of the corner, comes back and knocks her down with a running European Uppercut. The Mindkiller marches back cover towards Reid and puts the boots to her. She continues to stomp away on Reid until Reid is stomped underneath the bottom rope and out onto the apron. She then pulls Reid up before going for a vertical suplex back into the ring. But Reid blocks it. So Anders tries to muscle her up for another suplex but again, Reid blocks. The crowd gasps and cheers when Reid almost has Anders up for a suplex to the floor! But Anders kicks her legs, forcing herself back down. She then goes for a vertical suplex back inside when Reid slips down from behind and connects with a dropkick, sending Anders through the ropes and to the floor. Reid then runs back into the far ropes. When she returns, Anders slides back in and turns her inside out with a palm strike for a two count. Anders grabs Reid by the hair, runs and flings her across the ring. After landing on her back, Reid slowly sits up. Anders then runs up from behind and connects with a front dropkick to the back of the head, sending Reid rolling out onto the apron. While Reid pulls herself up, Anders turns and runs into the far ropes. When she returns, she slides through Reid’s legs to the outside, grabs Reid by the ankle and yanks her down. The crowd boos when Reid smacks her face against the edge of the apron. Anders rolls back inside and runs into the far ropes. When she returns, she does a forward roll before posing in the center of the ring. While Reid struggles to pull herself up using the ropes, Anders heads over to attack when Reid doubles her over with a shoulder thrust. After pulling Anders’ upper body through the ropes, Reid whacks her with an Axe Kick across the back of the head! After Anders crumbles back into the ring, Reid makes the cover. But she only gets a two ount. Reid stays in control with an irish whip into the corner. She then goes for a handspring back elbow when Anders grabs the top ropes, lifts herself up and delivers a double front kick to the back, knocking Reid down. As Anders pulls Reid up from behind by the tights with one hand, she uses the other to paint brush the back of Reid’s head with slaps She then turns Reid around before knocking her down with the Black Song (Pepsi Twist) for a two count! Anders pulls up Reid, hooks her from behind and delivers a release Dragon Suplex! After Reid rolls over and gets up on a knee, Anders runs over and flattens her with a Shining Yakuza Kick for another two count! In the eleventh minute, Anders brings Reid into the corner and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Reid around, Anders sends her slumping down in the corner with MUDA MUDA MUDA (machine gun punches). The Mindkiller slowly pulls up Reid by the hair before sending her into the opposite corner with an irish whip. Anders runs full steam ahead into the opposite corner. But Reid knocks her back with a back elbow. After shaking off the blow, Anders runs back into the corner. This time, Reid knocks her back with a boot to the face. She then turns to face the corner before knocking Anders down with a springboard chuck kick! Reid rolls out onto the apron and waves Anders up. Once Anders returns to her feet and turns around, Reid brings her down with a springboard hurricanrana! She then rolls u with a Rolling Thunder into a Somersault Senton for a two count! Multiple forearm strikes knock Anders back against the ropes. She then whips Anders into the far ropes. When Anders returns, she ducks a clothesline attempt from Reid before continuing to run the ropes. When she returns, Reid takes her down with a leg lariat for a two count! After pulling Anders back to her feet, Reid nails Anders with a shoot kick to the leg. Anders responds with a shoot kick of her own. Reid then connects with another shoot kick. Anders responds with a shoot kick of her own. Reid then goes to throw out a shoot kick when Anders swats it away and follows up with Dirty Dancin (kick flurry). She then throws out an enzuigiri. But Reid ducks before heading into the ropes. When Reid comes back, she goes for a hurricanrana. But Anders counters with a Running Liger Bomb! The ref slides into place for the count. ONE! TWO! THR-NO! Reid gets her shoulder up. Anders pulls up Reid, wrenches the arm and then brings her down with a double knee armbreaker! She then picks up Reid, hoists her up across her shoulder, runs across the ring and lawn darts her into the corner! After Reid rolls away from the corner, Anders steps out onto the apron. She scales to the top turnbuckle and leaps off for a diving double knee to the arm. But Reid rolls out of the way, casing Anders to crash onto the canvas! As Anders slowly gets up back, Reid connects with a step-up enzuigiri, sending her flipping down to the canvas! She makes the cover. ONE! TWO! THR-NO! Anders gets her shoulder up. After an irish whip sends Anders into the corner, Reid follows up with a handspring corner back elbow! She then connects with a pelé kick. Reid takes Anders and sits her up onto the top turnbuckle before climbing the ropes. She then bring Anders down with a top rope hurricanrana! Reid steps out onto the apron and waves up Anders. Once Anders gets to her feet and turns around, Reid plants her with a Springboard DDT! Once Anders finally gets back to her feet and turns around, Reid throws out the Molly Kick (superkick). But Anders ducks, reaches behind and brings her down with the Toxic Shock (leaping inverted headlock backbreaker)! Anders is quick to grab her knee. When Reid gets back to her feet and turns around, Anders steals her move and takes her down with That’s Using Your Face (double knee facebreaker)! Anders clutches her knees before scooting herself back against the ropes. After pulling herself up using the ropes, she hobbles over towards Reid, pulls her off the mat, lifts her up for the Aniplex (Cutthroat Snap Brainbuster)! But Reid brings down a knee to Anders' head on the way up. Once Reid slips back down in front of Anders, Reid throws out and connects with a Molly Kick to the knee. After The Mindkiller drops down to a knee, Reid steps back before blasting her with a Molly Kick to the face for the one, two, three! Molly Reid O || Molly Kick (17:56) || Izzy Anders X • COMMERCIAL BREAK • |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 6:10:11 GMT -5
Backstage, the cameras pan across a hallway with a few workers backstage conversing. The view moves until it catches up with the sight of the FGA Pride champion, Fujiko Mine. She has a Chandler Scott t-shirt on, which is partially obscured by the championship over her shoulder. The crowd reacts loudly upon the sight of her, and she smirks knowingly. Her creamy brown eyes don’t bother to look over at the camera, instead leading her forward and towards her destination. The camera stays with her, instead of foreshadowing as to where she’s going.
The Apex Goddess continues to move forward, until she reaches a door. She looks up at the door, which is unmarked, and knocks with purpose. She takes a step back, and the camera zooms out to show that she is there without XENA. With an exhale, she adjusts the title on her shoulder and tilts her head up. Opening the door is Seth Iser and he raises his eyebrow at the knock and you can tell he’s completely guarded once he realizes who is knocking on his door. The fans are booing the visual of Iser but he doesn’t react to the boo birds either...instead just gestures for her to enter the locker room taking a step back without saying a word.
Seth Iser: What? It’s rude to converse with one person in a room and the other hanging in a hallway and the last time that happened an ultraviolent idiot named Owen Gonsalves tried to physically and mentally intimidate a man in a wheelchair.
Iser pauses for a moment before his face again just tightens up and he’s completely guarded though he has his hands behind his back.
Seth Iser: You came to me though, champ. State your business.
She barely reacts to his words, merely giving a nod and moving past him into the room. The camera follows (seemingly to her irritation, as she scoffs) and she turns to face the towering Iser. She takes the championship off her shoulder, and holds it in one hand near her waist.
Fujiko Mine: I wanted to know, personally, how you felt about our match tonight.
Fujiko raises one eyebrow, and looks up into his face. The size difference between the two is almost comical, but she finds no humor in the situation. A few moments go by.
Fujiko Mine: Because if I’m being honest? I’d be defending this championship against you tonight. I’ve reached out to Maconald to do so, and my request was denied. I’ve been here for years, and clawed my way up to where I’ve gotten to, only to be denied the chance to prove myself.
She narrows her eyes.
Fujiko Mine: Maybe Brandon wants to hold me in a state of complacency. Maybe he thinks he’s protecting me.
As soon as the words ‘protecting me’ were uttered you can see a twitch in Iser’s eye as he REALLY doesn’t like that implication. But after that momentary twitch the iron mask is back on. Whether or not Fujiko notices is unknown, as right after she says it, she shows a hint of disgust that she makes no attempt to hide.
Fujiko Mine: Maybe he resents me for going over to Flashpoint and showing Noelle Smith love. It doesn’t matter now. But I wanted you to know, face to face, that I would defend this…
She raises it up a bit for emphasis.
Fujiko Mine: Against you if I could. If it were up to me, I’d prove that I’m the best this Pride Division has to offer not only by holding this title, but defending it against some of the best. People like Marlon Cure. From people like Kol. Against people… like you.
She doesn’t move, but the tone she speaks with shifts ever so slightly. Iser merely crosses his arms at this point and continues to let the champion speak.
Fujiko Mine: I listened to everyone that postured and jockeyed all the way up to Only the Strong Survive. About how this person and that person felt like they deserved a shot at me. About how they felt they were going to be the next Pride Champion. But you were just a little different.
A smile tugs at the right corner of her lips.
Fujiko Mine: You...have a respect for this they lack. You have a desire for this that they lack. You...you have a hunger for this that they lack. That includes Tyler Storm, bless him.
She tilts her head shortly.
Fujiko Mine: So I came here to tell you that I’m looking forward to our first encounter. Because I fully intend to show you what is in your future.
The smile widens just a little bit.
Fujiko Mine: I intend to beat Tyler Storm at All-Star Showdown. I intend to retain this championship. And then…
She crosses the distance not with her body, but by extending out the Pride championship.
Fujiko Mine: I want you to try and take this from me.
Iser had kept a poker face to this point but there is a semblance of a smirk etched on his face now knowing the implication there.
Seth Iser: That’s the goal at the end of the day.
Iser pauses a slight moment before the smirk vanishes.
Seth Iser: But it’d be disrespectful to the title if I had a shot before Storm considering he pinned me to earn the opportunity. The people in the audience can whine and complain about that but it’s the truth of the matter. We both know this. But you’re wondering what I truly think about this match?
There’s a darkening of Iser’s face that he isn’t hiding at this point and his tone of voice is much more commanding now.
Seth Iser: It’s simple. I’m in there to do whatever needs to be done with every trick I’ve compiled over the last sixteen damn years to gain victory. What does this victory mean if I were to achieve it? I’d have a claim to an opportunity after your match with Tyler and after my personal business with Owen concludes. And don’t think I haven’t forgotten about the Rumble when both you and Tyler decided to dump me over the top together.
Iser’s face is twisted into a sneer at that memory. Fujiko’s smile does not diminish.
Seth Iser: Knowing how I’d guess you operate...you probably prepared for this as if it were a title match. Good. This old dog loves a good fight. But know this. You’re going to get your wish WHEN I use everything in my capabilities to best you tonight and when I’ve vanquished Owen from this sport once and for all...whether it is you or Tyler...I am coming for that championship. And it’d be all sixteen years of my knowledge...all sixteen years of what I’ve learned...the tricks I’ve learned...it’s all going to be in an effort to gain what you hold right now.
Iser’s sneer gets more and more noticeable as he’s thinking about something.
Seth Iser: But with that obsession of proving yourself...as Pride Champion...just know one thing. Pride cometh before the fall. Be wary of that.
Fujiko’s eyes flash with recognition upon Iser’s premonition.
Fujiko Mine: I... heard exactly what I thought I would. Exactly what I hoped.
She retracts the championship, maneuvering it back over her shoulder.
Fujiko Mine: I’ve ‘fallen’ before, Seth. I’ve lost this before, and more. I survived more. I got back to this title, not to satisfy my pride...but to satisfy my desire. So when you get your opportunity? Know that it’ll be me standing on the other side, waiting. And that it will be me.
She steps close, drawing her voice down to almost a whisper.
Fujiko Mine: Keeping this in my possession for quite a long time.
She moves to exit the locker room, eyeing Iser from over her shoulder. Once she reaches the door, she does a quarter turn, allowing her to look up at him from a better angle.
Seth Iser: Desire you say...let’s just see how deep that desire runs tonight then. Good luck.
Fujiko’s pearly whites show.
Fujiko Mine: Don’t you know what they used to call me around here? Lady Luck.
Iser’s face darkens a little.
Seth Iser: Then Lady Luck gets a taste of what it is like to kneel at the altar of the man they once deemed The Deity of Destruction.
Fujiko’s smile vanishes. There is a sinister quality how Iser said that as his face is molded into something much darker.
Fujiko doesn’t turn. Her face is stone for a moment, then it exits the view of the camera as she shows her full back to the giant.
Fujiko Mine: If it is a battle of gods and goddesses you want...then that is what you’ll have.
She doesn’t look back, exiting the frame and moving back out into the hallway. A moment later, she is gone. And with a grunt of agitation Iser closes the door obscuring everyone from his view as well. Vertigo then goes to commercial./the next segment.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 6:10:29 GMT -5
• Singles Match •
Marlon Cure vs. Tyler Storm Storm muscles Cure into the corner after a collar-and-elbow to start off the match. Once both grapplers make a clean break, Cure tries to throw a cheap shot. But Storm blocks and counters with a right hand of his own. After a ballistic combination of rights and lefts to the body, a flurry of right hands sends Cure slumping down in the corner. Storm then delivers several mudhole stomps to the chest until the ref moves him out of the corner. As Storm heads back into the corner, Cure pulls himself up using the ropes and hits him with a boot to the midsection. After positions are switched in the corner, Cure lights up his chest with knife edge chops. Storm responds by knocking Cure away from the corner and towards the center of the ring with blistering knife edge chops of his own. An irish whip then sends King Cure into the ropes. When Cure returns, Storm connects with a jumping knee strike, knocking Cure back through the ropes and to the floor. As Storm approaches, Cure pulls himself up before connecting with a rope-aided gamengiri. As Storm stumbles back, Cure goes for a springboard crossbody. But Storm catches him in mid air, hoists him up, catches him across his shoulders and goes for a Buckle Bomb. But Cure reverses into a hurricanrana at the last second, sending Storm into the corner. As Storm stumbles back, Cure grabs him from behind before bringing him down with a Ripcord Slingblade for a two count! As the match continues, Cure runs over and connects with a jumping knee strike of his own, sending Storm through the ropes and to the outside. As Storm begins to pick himself up on the outside, Cure turns and takes off into the ropes. When he returns, he takes out Storm with The Sky is The Limit (Springboard Shooting Star Press)! Cure brings Storm back inside and makes the cover. But he only gets a two count. Cure stays on offense by rocking Storm with right hands against the ropes. After running into the far ropes, Cure goes for an attack when Storm leans forward and lifts Cure up across his shoulders. The crowd erupts with cheers when Storm has Cure set up for an Alabama Slam! But Cure hangs onto the ropes for dear life. He’s then able to pry Cure away from the ropes before throwing him down with authority using an Alabama Slam! While Cure is sprawled out on the apron, Storm proceeds to circle him before delivering stomps to each limp. He then pulls Cure back to his feet before doubling him over with a knee strike to the midsection. After bouncing into the ropes, Storm comes back and knocks Cure down with a Scissors Kick for a two count! Storm stays on offense with a hard European Uppercut that knocks Cure into the ropes. He then runs into the far ropes, comes back and throws out a bicycle kick. But Cure catches his foot. After signing Storm’s leg away from him, Cure grabs Storm from behind and goes for a belly to back suplex. But Storm rolls over his shoulder and lands on the apron. When Cure turns around, Storm throws out a right cross. But Cure ducks before knocking him off with apron with a Rolling Koppu Kick! After a slingshot brings him out onto the apron, Cure knocks Storm down with a springboard crossbody to the outside! Cure rolls him back inside, hops onto the apron and delivers a topé atomico before making the cover. But Storm gets his shoulder up at two. In the twelfth minute, Cure brings Storm down with a Facebreaker DDT! He then follows up with a springboard corkscrew senton for a two count! An irish whip is then reversed, sending Cure into the ropes. When Cure returns, Storm goes for a running clothesline. But Cure rolls underneath it. Storm’s momentum then sends him into the ropes. When Storm returns, Cure brings him down with the Moment of Clarity (Running Spanish Fly)! He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! TH-NO! Storm gets his shoulder up! An irish whip sends Storm into the ropes. When he returns, Cure spikes him with a Frankensteiner pin! ONE! TWO! THR-NO! Storm kicks out! Cure waits for Storm to return to his feet. When he does, Cure flattens him with a Rolling Elbow! He then comes off the top turnbuckle and knocks Storm down with a flying clothesline! After rolling out onto the apron, Cure knocks Storm down with a springboard forearm smash! He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! THRE-NO! Storm gets his shoulder up! Cure lifts Storm up for Harvin’s Revenge (Michinoku Driver II). But Storm slips down from behind before shoving him into the ropes. When Cure returns, Storm throws him down with a spinebuster! He rolls across Cure and hooks the near le for the cover. ON! TWO! TH-NO! Cure gets his shoulder up! As the match continues, both grapplers trade blows until Cure gains the upper hand. He then turns and runs into the ropes. When Cure returns, Storm flattens him with a Yakuza Kick! After a Buckle Bomb, Storm grabs Cure off the rebound and throws him down with a Backdrop Driver! Storm then goes for a Spear when Cure counters with a jumping knee strike! He then lifts Storm up for The Blackout (fireman’s carry dropped into an overhead kick). But on the way down, Storm catches the leg. He then sings Cure’s leg away from him before rocking him with the Hybrid Crackdown (inverted headlock into a Rolling Elbow)! After knocking Cure down with the Hardcastle Treatment (springboard roundhouse kick) Storm then lifts Cure up onto his shoulders before driving him down with the Eye of the Storm (Electric Chair Driver) for the one, two, three! Marlon Cure X || Eye of the Storm (17:34) || Tyler Storm O • COMMERCIAL BREAK • |
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