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Post by FGA Office on Apr 6, 2013 18:32:44 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 6, 2013 18:34:28 GMT -5
Moments Ago...
[Backstage - We see Johnny Blayze walking into the building with his bag over his shoulder. There's a slight difference in his appearance as he doesn't have the deep bronze tan he normally has and a bit of brown stubble is on his chin; almost as if he hasn't shaved in a few days. Outside of that, a black leather jacket drapes his upper body and he is wearing black leather pants. He turns a corner and bumps into a VERY attractive young woman.]
Blayze: Whoa….didn't see ya there, sweetheart.
[She stays silent as she backs away around another corner.]
Blayze: Hey…where ya going? I wasn't done apologizing.
[The woman pops back around the corner again and seductively uses her index finger to call Blayze over to her.]
Blayze: Oh….I see the game you're playing. Silent but deadly. *ROWR* (he does a gesture of a cat clawing at the air) I knew Jonathan Collins had a gift for me but MAN this is too much.
[She backs up around the corner and Blayze follows suit. And as soon as Blayze is fully around the corner, we hear all sorts of commotion, grunting and clanging. The camera rushes over and we see Blayze dropping down onto all fours. The unknown woman can be heard laughing in the distance as Blayze cringes in pain.
Malcolm Drake twirls an aluminum bat before striking down and hitting Blayze across the back. Blayze screams in pain as he falls to the floor. He then tries to get back up on all fours. But Dom Harter runs over and delivers a punt kick to the head. The thud from the kick can be heard throughout the hall. Drake and Harter can be heard antagonizing Blayze as he tries to slowly crawl away from them. He then tries to use the edge of a nearby table to pull himself up. But Harter takes the bat, runs up behind Blayze and chokes him with the bat. Blayze can be heard gagging as Harter tries to choke the life out of him. He then lets go, sending Blayze stumbling against the wall.
Drake grabs Blayze, runs towards the opposite wall and slams Blaze face-first against said wall. Dom Harter then runs over and nails Blayze with a knee to the midsection. Blayze then slumps down against the wall. The Murder proceeds to put the boots to him. Harter then reaches down and chokes Blayze with his hand. While Blayze can be heard gagging, Drake walks back over and picks up the bat. He begins tapping the barrel of the bat against the floor as he makes his way back over to Blayze. Once Harter lets go and moves out of the way, Drake grips the bat with both hands and repeatedly jabs the top of the barrel of the bat into Blayze's head.
Drake then throws down the bat. The clanging of the bat can be heard throughout the hall. Proud of their work, The Murder casually walks off. The camera slowly pans back over to Blayze, who appears to be unconscious and bleeding from the side of the head.]
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 6, 2013 18:38:52 GMT -5
New York City DVD Taping
Basketball City
New York City, NY Santa Claus vs. Johnny Blayze "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" by Bing Crosby (techno dance remix) hits the arena as a chill comes over the arena. A light snow begins to fall from the rafters as a sleigh enters the arena carrying the impressively huge mass of Santa Claus and his beautiful, young, hot wife Mrs. Claus, who smiles warmly at Santa as he drops the reigns and stands up in the sleigh. He looks around and smiles as he now hops down quite spryly for an "old" man. He holds up his hand and helps his wife step down from the sleigh. Santa now reaches inside his sleigh and grabs one red and one black Christmas sack made out of crushed red and black velvet material, respectively. Santa chuckles to himself as he slings the sack around himself and catching it on the side of his back around his shoulder. Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Mrs. Claus. From the North Pole. Weighing in at 500 pounds..... He is the UWL Junior Heavyweight Champion..... SANTA CLAUS! He now hums a merry little Christmas tune as his face tics up into a friendly, yet mischievous smile. Mrs. Claus comes to a standing position next to her husband as he now climbs into the ring. He opens the crushed red velvet Christmas sack and begins to toss red and green wrapped Christmas gifts out into the fans. They rabidly stomp, shove and trample over one another just to get one of the gifts. Santa just chuckles inside the ring. The black Christmas sack, however, remains closed and is currently resting in Santa's corner. He now pulls on the ropes and bellows out a mighty "HO...... HO...... HO!" at the top of his voice.. with the fans all chiming in right along with him. He now leans over in his corner as the big breasted Mrs. Claus whispers something to him, as they both await Santa's opponent to make his entrance. Clement: Santa Claus once again handing out gifts to the lucky fans in the front row. Of course Santa got quite the gift of his own as he won the UWL Junior Heavyweight Championship at UWL's Spring Stampede. Grayson: Hold on, hold on. Santa Claus is the Junior Heavyweight Champion? Clement: Indeed he is. Grayson: How is that possible? Clement: .... because he won the match? Grayson: Kevin, HE'S 500 POUNDS! The lights go dark and spotlights circle the top of the ramp as "Hot Stuff" by Donna Summer begins to play over the sound system. The fans bang against the steel guardrails in time with the beat as through the black curtain separating backstage from the main arena bursts Johnny Blayze. The crowd cheers as Blayze storms down to the ring. He appears to be no nonsense tonight as he's focused solely on Santa. Clement: Johnny Blayze doesn't appear to be in the greatest of moods. And who could blame him? Just before we began this DVD Taping, we got word that he was jumped by who else but The Murder! Malcolm Drake and Dom Harter have struck once again. These two cannibals are trying to tear away Pat Gordon, Jr's allies. And they came close to sending Blayze out of FGA the same way they did Gordon's childhood friend, Akrista O'Hare. Grayson: I don't think that Blayze is pissed solely because he got jumped. I think he's pissed because Pat Gordon, Jr and Bob Pooler, his so-called friends, left him high and dry yet again. Clement: What on earth are you talking about? Grayson: Johnny Blayze is always there for the both of them. He gives and gives and gives. Yet all they do is take, take, take. They leave Blayze to fend for himself while they expect him to come to their defense. Some friends. Clement: You couldn't be more wrong. Grayson: I couldn't be more right. And I think that J-Blayze is starting to finally see the light. The bell sounds as Blayze walks up to Santa and shoves him. Clement: What was that for? Grayson: It looks like not even Good Ol Saint Nick can cheer up Johnny Blayze right now. Santa walks back up to Blayze, only to get shoved once again. Santa then walks back up to Blayze and points at him. But Blayze slaps Santa's hand away from his face and follows up with a kick to the midsection. He then delivers a series of clubbing shots to the back to a mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd. He then takes Santa, runs into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Santa around, Blayze delivers a series of knee strikes to the midsection. He then grabs Santa's beard with his left hand while he repeatedly punches him in the face with his right hand. The crowd continues to give Blayze a mixed reaction. Clement: This crowd is sounding torn over this new aggressive side of Johnny Blayze. Grayson: You know what I always say, Kev. Screw the fans. Cheers and chants don't win you titles. And neither will having friends like Pat Gordon, Jr and Bob Pooler. The ref then pulls Blayze off of Santa and warns him about using those closed fists. But Blayze pays him to mind as he moves the ref out of his way. Blayze marches back over into the corner. But Santa grabs him by the throat and tosses him into the corner. Clement: Uh oh. I don't think Santa's face is turning red because he's jolly... He unleashes a series of rights and lefts to the midsection to cheers from the corner. After Santa steps back towards the center of the ring, he runs into the corner and goes for a big splash. But Blayze moves out of the way, causing Santa to crash into the corner. As Santa stumbles back, Blayze rolls him up with a schoolboy. ONE! . . TWO! . . Santa kicks out. As Santa gets back up, Blayze rocks him with a right hand. After a knee strike to the midsection, Blayze takes him down with a swinging neckbreaker. He the gets up and delivers a leg drop to Santa. Blayze gets back up and delivers a jumping knee drop. He then gets up and delivers another knee drop.... and another.... and another. Blayze then looks around as he can see and hear and the mixture of support and disapproval from the crowd. Blayze then holds his arms in the air, gaining a louder mixed reaction from the crowd. Clement: I don't think we've ever seen Johnny Blayze this angry before. Grayson: Well if I was constantly made to feel like I was useless by my so-called friends, I'd probably be a little angry, too. Blayze picks up Santa and goes for an irish whip. But Santa reverses, sending Blayze into the ropes. When Blayze comes back, Santa bends over to set up a back body drop. But Blayze counters with a sunset flip. The crowd cheers as Santa swings his arms wildly. Once Santa regains his balance, he goes for a sitdown senton. But Blayze moves out of the way. As Santa sits in pain, Blayze gets up and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a running soccer kick to the face. Santa clutches his face in pain as some of the boos in the crowd are starting to get louder. Blayze reaches down, picks up Santa and brings him down with a sitdown faceslam. He then pushes Santa over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Santa shoves Blayze off of him to cheers from the crowd. Blayze looks around with shock written all over his face. Clement: I don't think Santa liked getting kicked in the face like that very much. As Santa slowly gets up, Blayze bounces into the ropes. When he comes back, he runs forward and connects with a spinning heel kick. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Santa kicks out to cheers from the crowd. Blayze then waits impatiently for Santa to get up. Once he does so, Blayze runs over, jumps up and goes for a leg lariat. But Santa catches him in mid air and throws him down with a modified powerbomb. The crowd cheers. He then stumbles back into the ropes. After bouncing off the ropes, Santa delivers a jumping body splash. The crowd cheers. Santa picks up Blayze and whips him hard into the corner. As Blayze stumbles out, Santa runs and nails him with a lariat that turns him inside out. The crowd cheers. Clement: Johnny Blayze is getting it taken to him right now by Santa. With the way he's been acting tonight, he'd be lucky to get a bag of coal from Saint Nick. As Blayze slowly gets up, Santa grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Blayze comes back, Santa throws him down with a big back body drop. The crowd cheers. Santa then picks up Blayze and whips him back into the corner. He then charges into the corner and connects with a big splash. The crowd cheers. As Blayze stumbles from out of the corner, Santa scoops him up onto his shoulders and falls back with a Samoan Drop. The crowd cheers. He turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Blayze gets is shoulder up. Santa picks up Blayze and whips him into the ropes. Santa then runs into the opposite set of ropes. When they comes back, he spears Blayze to cheers from the crowd. Santa then picks up Blayze, grabs him from behind and takes him down with Mistletoe Madness. The crowd cheers. Santa then gets up and calls for some Yuletide Cheer. The crowd cheers. But as soon as Santa turns around, Blayze rolls underneath the bottom rope and falls to the outside. After the ref goes over to the ropes and looks down at Blayze, he starts his count. Clement: Blayze now rolling to the outside. Grayson: Is he hurt? He looks hurt. Ref: ONE...... TWO...... THREE..... FOUR..... Blayze stays down on the outside. Ref: FIVE..... SIX....... SEVEN...... Clement: Blayze need to get up. Blayze clutches his head in pain. Clement: He better pick up the pace before this thing is over. Ref: EIGHT....... NINE...... TEN! The ref calls for the bell to cheers from the crowd. "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" by Bing Crosby (techno dance remix) plays to cheers from the crowd. Cruz: Here is your winner by countout, SANTA CLAUS! After the ten count, Blayze gets up. He looks at Santa and begins clutching his head in pain again as he walks backwards up the aisle. Santa just stands there shaking his head. Clement: Well would you look at that? Grayson: Look at what? Clement: When Blayze was on the outside, he acted like he got shot. But as soon as the match is over, he springs up to his feet. Grayson: What are you trying to say, that he was faking it? The man was brutally attacked before the start of the taping. Thanks in part to his "friends." And now you're telling me that he would intentionally get himself counted out? Clearly the man was feeling the effects from that earlier attack. Clement: I honestly don't know what to say about Blayze's behavior as of late. It's definitely not right. |
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 6, 2013 18:42:39 GMT -5
Backstage is where Justice Young, FGA’s interviewer decked out in a suit, is seen standing with a microphone in hand beside Wayne Carruthers. One of the promotion’s recent signees of the roster, Carruthers is donned in basketball shorts and a sleeveless shirt emblazoned his own logo.
Justice Young: Good evening everyone, I’m here alongside the “Wild Thing” Wayne Carruthers… Wayne, later tonight you have a match against Tigre Oro. What are your thoughts heading into this match by making your company debut here in New York City?
Wayne Carruthers: Mister Young, if I may be Wayne with you, it doesn’t matter if we’re in Brooklyn, New York or in Brooklyn, Ohio… My mindset heading into this match is, was, and will always be the same whether I’m facing Tiggers or anybody else in this company. Now of course, that doesn’t mean I’m taking anything away from good ol’ Tigger… No, you see, it just means that whomever I see standing across the ring from me is the person I’ll be looking to kick their teeth so far down their throat that they’ll fart wisdom and piss-out their molars!
Justice Young, continuing to grasp the microphone, expresses amusement across his face while his eyes widen with a small smirk across his mouth. Carruthers, while his bravado was confident, was clearly humorous at the same time with his cheeky comments.
Wayne Carruthers: Whoa, whoa, whoa… You think that’s funny Mister Miami Vice? Who do you think you are? Tubbs? I mean, if you’re Tubbs then I’m definitely Rico, just saying… But anyways, don’t be fooled by my size Mister GQ because Tigger won’t even know what hit him… See, I may be two-hundred-and-fifty pounds but I can move like a freakin' gazelle while pouncing you like a damn bear! Plus, I’m more talented and more motivated… Because dude, it’s like taking the last baked cake when you’re standing inside a bakery in front of a fat guy. Trust me, you don’t wanna piss off a fatty because I’ve been there and done that… I’ve pissed off a fatty before -- never again…
Young continued to express disbelief at the comments he just heard while seeing Carruthers walk off the set and out of the camera fame before the scene faded away into the ensuing portion of the DVD taping.
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 6, 2013 18:46:39 GMT -5
Jason Richards vs. Anton Chase The sound of a wolf howling through out the arena can be heard as the lights go out. The lights then begin to flash red, white, and blue as Richards appears from behind the curtain. He looks out over the crowd pumping them up as he makes his way to the ring holding his hand out. Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Seattle, Washington. Weighing in at 202 pounds. He is one half of the GFC Tag Team Champions. He is "The American Wolf", JASON RICHARDS! The crowd slaps it as he makes his way around the ring stopping at the corner he stands on a chair once again hyping up the crowd. He jumps up on the apron stepping through the ropes he begins stretching in the corner waiting for his opponent. Clement: Jason Richards, along with his partner Adam Stryker, captured the GFC Tag Team Titles at a recent Pro Wrestling FRONTLINE event. There's no word on if his Go Strong tag team will bring those belts to FRONTLINE's sister promotion, FRONTIER. But Richards is here tonight and he's got a score to settle with his opponent. As Faint By Linkin Park blasts over the pa system, white smoke fills the entrance way as a person is seen behind the white smoke, as the person steps forward in front of the white smoke Anton Chase makes his way down the ramp way, with a cocky smile on his face and his arms out at the side, he climbs in the ring and climbs the second ropes and puts one hand up in the air. Cruz: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California. Weighing in at 210 pounds. He is "The Future", ANTON CHASE! Clement: Anton Chase is certainly no stranger to his opponent. These two met at a WARPED event in a six man match. Chase won that match. But Chase is confident that he can beat The American Wolf one on one tonight. Grayson: As he should. Who is Jason Richards, really? Anton Chase is a veteran in this business. He's no stranger to championship success. And he's going to show Richards just how much better he is than him. The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring and lock up. After jockeying for position, Chase moves Richards into the corner. The ref then goes over and gives both men until the count of five to break it up. Ref: ONE..... TWO..... THREE..... FOUR..... Chase appears to make a clean break. He then tries to cheapshot Richards with a punch to the face. But Richards ducks. When Chase turns around in the corner, Richards unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. He then brings Chase from out of the corner and whips him into the opposite corner. Richards charges into the opposite corner and connects with a running corner forearm smash. The crowd cheers. He then brings Chase from out of the corner and goes for a vertical suplex. But Chase slips down from behind and shoves Richards into the ropes. When Richards comes back, Chase knocks him down with a dropkick to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . Richards kicks out. When Chase gets back up, he wrings Richards' arm. The ref asks Richards if he wants to give up. When Richards refuses to quit, Chase tries to yank his arm from out of its socket. He then delivers another arm wrench. The ref asks Richards if he wants to give up. Once Richards refuses to quit, Chase tries to yank the arm from out of its socket. The pain causes Richards to drop down to one knee. Chase then transitions into a top wristlock, causing Richards to cringe in pain. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But Richards again refuses to quit. He then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and throws Chase down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Chase gets up, Richards runs over and knocks him down with a lariat. The crowd cheers. Chase gets back up, but Richards knocks him back down with another lariat. The crowd cheers. As Chase gets up, Richards grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Richards throws him down with a back body drop. The crowd cheers. As Chase gets up and turns around, Richards nails him with a superkick, sending him stumbling into the ropes. Richards then runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for another lariat. But Chase dumps him over the top rope and to the floor with a fireman's carry takeover. The crowd boos. Clement: Richards falls hard to the floor after being dumped to the outside. Grayson: He played right into Chase's hands. And it doesn't look like he's done yet....... As Richards gets up on the outside, Chase runs into the ropes. When Chase comes back, he goes for a baseball slide. But Richards catches his legs and yanks him hard to the outside. As Chase gets up on his knees, Richards nails him with a Kawada Kick to the side of the head. The crowd cheers. After Richards picks up Chase and rolls him back into the ring, he slides back in and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chase kicks out. Clement: I thought it was surely over after Chase nearly got his head kicked off. Grayson: Come on. Chase is much tougher than that. Clement: Well he is going to have to survive attacks from all comers as he's one of the grapplers already announced for the Gold Rush Rumble at Only The Strong Survive. Grayson: Chase is no stranger to multi-man matches. And depending on the luck of the draw, he could be the odds on favorite. Richards picks up Chase and nails him with a stiff kick to the right leg, followed by a stiff kick to the left leg, followed by another stiff kick to the right leg, followed by another stiff kick to the leg leg. He then delivers a spinning back kick that doubles Chase over. Richards then grabs Chase and takes him down with a swinging fisherman suplex. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chase kicks out. Richards brings Chase into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Chase around, Richards delivers a series of stiff kicks to the midsection, followed by a jumping back kick to the face. The crowd cheers. He then brings Chase from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Chase reverses, sending Richards into the ropes. When Richards comes back, Chase grabs him and tosses him through the ropes and onto the apron. As Richards gets up on the apron, Chase runs into the corner and connects with a springboard rebound dropkick, knocking Richards off the apron and to the floor. The crowd boos. Clement: Richards now getting sent back to the outside. Grayson: Whatever Chase is setting up for, hopefully it ends better than it did the last time. While Richards gets up on the outside, Chase runs into the ropes. When Chase comes back, he charges forward and connects with a somersault plancha that knocks Richards down. Boos and applause can be heard throughout the crowd. Clement: What a flipping dive to the outside by Chase! Grayson: And Richards looks like he doesn't know where he is right now. Chase picks up Richards and rolls him back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, he drags Richards away from the ropes and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Richards gets his shoulder up. Chase picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When Richards comes back, Chase scoops him up across his shoulder. He then delivers a fireman's carry takeover into a knee neckbreaker. The crowd boos as Richards clutches his neck in pain. Chase quickly makes the cover. Clement: Richards just got dumped neck-first across Chase's knee. Grayson: This could be it........ ONE! . . TWO! . . Richards gets his shoulder up. Chase gets up, picks up Richards and delivers an inverted atomic drop, followed by a snap DDT. The crowd boos as he turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Richards gets his shoulder up. Chase picks up Richards, only to take him down with a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd boos as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Richards gets his shoulder up. Clement: Another nearfall for Anton Chase. Chase picks up Richards and whips him into the ropes. When Richards comes back, Chase kicks him in the midsection. While Richards is doubled over, Chase grabs him and goes for a suplex. But Richards blocks it and counters with a snap suplex of his own. He then rolls over, pulls Chase back up and delivers a bridging northern lights suplex to cheers from the crowd. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chase bridges up, turns over, knees Richards in the midsection, scoops him up across his shoulders and drops him down with a double knee gutbuster. The crowd boos as Chase turns him over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Richards gets his shoulder up. Chase then looks over at the ref and claps his hands three times. Clement: Anton Chase is starting to get frustrated that he can't put Richards away. Grayson: I don't blame him. Why doesn't Richards just stay down? Doesn't he know that he's just delayed the inevitable? Chase picks up Richards, lifts him up and throws him down with a powerbomb across his knee. The crowd boos as Richards arches his back in pain. While Richards is still down, Chase makes his way through the ropes. After walking across the apron, he begins to climb the turnbuckles. But once he reaches the top, Richards gets up, dives over and pulls down on the top rope. Chase then loses his balance, slips and winds up crotched on the top turnbuckle to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: Oh no! Clement: Chase can certainly hit those high notes tonight. Richards slowly pulls himself up using the ropes. After getting back up to his feet, he climbs the turnbuckles, hops on Chase's shoulders and delivers an avalanche frankensteiner to cheers from the crowd. While Chase is down, Richards pulls himself back up using the ropes. After stepping through the ropes, Richards climbs the turnbuckles. When he reaches the top, he leaps off and goes for a diving headbutt. But Chase rolls out of the way, causing Richards to crash face-first on the canvas to boos from the crowd. Chase then gets up, picks up Richards, grabs him from behind and delivers The Chase Factor. The crowd boos as he makes the cover. ONE! . . . TWO! . . . Richards gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Chase then slaps the canvas in frustration. Grayson: How did he get his shoulder up? Chase picks him up and delivers a fireman's carry lift into a pele kick. While Richards is stunned, Chase scoops him back up and goes for The Bad Situation. But Richards is able to slip out from behind. When Chase turns around, Richards delivers a spinning back kick to the midsection. While Chase is doubled over, Richards grabs a hold of him and plants him with the J.R. Driver III. The crowd cheers. ONE! . . . TWO! . . . Chase gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd. Clement: How did HE get his HIS shoulder up? After Richards picks up Chase, he nails him in the midsection, doubling him over. He then runs into the ropes. When Richards comes back, Chase throws him down with an overhead belly to belly suplex. The crowd boos. Chase then goes over, picks up Richards, lifts him across his shoulders and delivers The Bad Situation. The crowd boos. He then steps through the ropes, climbs up to the top turnbuckle and flips off, going for a 450 splash. But Richards rolls out of the way, causing Chase to crash onto the canvas. The crowd cheers. Grayson: Ah! Clement: And nobody's home! Chase connects with nothing but canvas! Can Richards make the cover? While Chase is down, Richards pulls himself up off the apron using the ropes. He then climbs up to the top turnbuckle and flips off, connecting with the Emerald Star Press to cheers and applause from the crowd. He hooks the leg. ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE! "Clutch" plays to cheers from the crowd. Cruz: Here is your winner, JASON RICHARDS! Richards gets up and gets his arm raised by the ref to cheers from the crowd. Clement: What a win there by Jason Richards. He's got to feel some bit of vindication over this victory over Chase. Grayson: He's about to feel something alright. Clement: Look out! Chase nails Richards with a forearm strike to the back of the head to boos from the crowd. He then picks up Richards, hooks his arms behind him, turns, stands up and plants him with the Starmaker. The crowd boos as Richards is out cold. Clement: Was that even necessary? Chase: Of course it was. Chase had to put Richards in his place. He can get all the victories that he wants. But Chase will always get the last laugh. |
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 6, 2013 18:55:01 GMT -5
Tigre Oro vs. Wayne Carruthers “Come Out Swinging” by Offspring overtakes the PA. As the lights die down, a single spot light shines atop the entrance ramp illuminating, the masked Tigre Oro as he exit’s the curtain. He pauses and observes the crowd a moment taking in the environment. A grin creeps from the mouth of his mask as he jogs down the ramp and aisle, his tiger print cape flowing behind him as he slaps hands with the FGA Fans. Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from The Jungle. Weighing in at 119 pounds...... TIGRE ORO! When he reaches the ring, he takes a lap around the ring slapping hands with the fans. Upon completion of his lap he ascends the nearest top turnbuckle. He stands there for a few second before using the spring of the turnbuckle to flip into the ring. Clement: Tigre Oro is making his long awaited return to action in an FGA ring. It was a couple of months ago when he was knocked out of action by a spinning backfist from Jonathan Collins. Grayson: A backfist that could have been avoided had Oro just let bygones be bygones. But no, he caused Collins to accidentally hit him the first time. But the second time, there was nothing accidental at all. Clement: There was nothing accidental either time! Tigre Oro is barely bigger than either of us. Yet Collins, this veteran who should know better, decided to take advantage of the kid. Grayson: Kid Schmid. If he gets in a wrestling ring, then he deserves what he gets. Clement: Well Collins will deserve what he gets when he meets up with Tigre at Only The Strong Survive. For now, Tigre is looking to go Paws to the Wall against his opponent. The signature guitar riff from X’s "Wild Thing" begins to play out of the venue’s sound system. Meanwhile, a fog of smoke covers the lower half of the stage before the drum beat enters the musical foray, which cues Wayne Carruthers to make his appearance onto the entrance platform. Welcomed with the audience singing along to his theme song, Carruthers struts away from the stage as the lights from the stage behind him pulsate in rhythm to the rock tune playing aloud. Cruz: And his opponent, from Cleveland, Ohio. Weighing in at 250 pounds. He is "Wild Thing", WAYNE CARRUTHERS! Carruthers, finally making his way down to the ring, climbs atop the apron before entering the squared circle where he shoots his arms out to the side as he balls his hands into a fist before returning his arms nearby his waist. Grayson: Who let Fat Bastard walk through the doors? Clement: Oh stop it. Wayne Carruthers is a newcomer to FGA. He's a newcomer to wrestling, actually. Sure, he's a little awkward. He may be a little rough around the edges on a microphone. But from what I've been told, this kid has got some potential inside the squared circle. Grayson: Well I'm sorry that you got lied to. All I see if a guy who sits in his mom's basement, eats Cheetos all day and talks on Twitter too much. He looks like a fatter Kevin Smith in gym shorts and a sleeveless tee. The bell sounds as both men lock up. Oro quickly places Carruthers in a side headlock. But Carruthers shoves Oro off of him and into the ropes. When Oro comes back, Carruthers takes him down with a drop toe hold. He quickly transitions over into a grounded side headlock. But Oro slips out and applies a kneeling hammerlock. The ref asks Carruthers if he wants to give up. When Carruthers refuses to quit, Oro jerks the arm. After a few, the ref asks Carruthers if he wants to give up. When Carruthers refuses to quit, Oro jerks the arm again. He then performs a handstand into a falling knee drop to the arm. Carruthers can be seen cringing in pain. He then slowly battles his way back up to his feet. But Oro still has the hammerlock applied. That is until Carruthers leans forward and reverses into a hammerlock of his own. Oro then reaches back and elbows Carruthers in the face before reapplying a side headlock. Carruthers then shoves Oro off of him and into the ropes. When Oro comes back, Carruthers knocks him down with a standing shoulderblock. He then runs into the ropes. When Carruthers comes back, he goes for a running senton. But Oro rolls out of the way, causing Carruthers to land back-first onto the canvas. Oro then quickly gets up and connects with a step over moonsault. The crowd cheers as he hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Carruthers shoves Oro off of him. Clement: Tigre Oro looking impressive in the early goings of this match. It doesn't seem like he's lost a step. Grayson: Maybe you missed him speaking incoherently with a strange accent during his promo. The man is clearly suffering side effects from that concussion. Then again, Pat Gordon, Jr wrestled for months after his concussion. Some I'm not surprised FGA's "doctors" let this kid out here. Shouldn't he be on vacation, anyway? I hear all the High Schoolers are on Spring Break this week. Clement: Stop it. As Carruthers gets back up, Oro quickly grabs him and wrings his arm. Oro delivers another arm wrench.... and another.... and another. Carruthers then rolls forward, leans back, kips up, breaks the hold and nails Oro with a knee to to the midsection. He then delivers a double ax handle smash that knocks Oro down to the canvas. After picking Oro back up, Carruthers whips him into the corner. Carruthers chargers into the corner, but Oro nails him with a boot to the face. The crowd cheers. As Carruthers turns and stumbles away from the corner, Oro tries to attack him from behind. But Carruthers counters with a backflip kick to cheers and applause from the crowd. Clement: How about that move? Grayson: Well, well. Looks like Fat Bastard has got some agility. Clement: Would you stop calling him that? Carruthers picks up Oro and whips him into the ropes. When Oro comes back, Carruthers goes for a hip toss. But Oro steps through it and throws down Carruthers with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. Carruthers gets back up, but Oro throws him back down with another arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Carruthers gets back up, Oro runs into the ropes. When Oro comes back, Carruthers grabs him, runs and throws him down to the canvas. Oro's momentum sends him sliding underneath the bottom rope and landing hard on the floor. Grayson: Is that canvas made of ice? Carruthers just sent Tigger sliding across the ring and to the outside! As Oro gets up on the outside, Carruthers runs into the ropes. When Oro turns around, Carruthers charges forward and connects with a suicide dive into a flying forearm smash. The crowd cheers. Clement: Carruthers showing how wild he can get with that dive to the outside. Grayson: I bet you spent all morning coming up with that one, huh? Carruthers picks up Oro and rolls him back into the ring. He then slides himself back in and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Oro gets his shoulder up. Carruthers takes Oro, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Oro around, Carruthers nails him with a series of right hands that sends him slumping down in the corner. After delivering a facewash, Carruthers heads towards the center of the ring. He then turns around, charges into the corner and goes for the Ass Attack. But Oro moves out of the way, causing Carruthers to crash into the turnbuckles. The crowd cheers. Clement: Carruthers is going to be feeling that one for a bit. Can Oro take advantage? As Carruthers stumbles from out of the corner, Oro comes up from behind and delivers a series of stiff kicks to the back of the thigh. He then takes Carruthers and goes for an irish whip. But Carruthers reverses, sending Oro into the ropes. When Oro comes back, he delivers a waistlock into an arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Carruthers gets back up, Oro runs over and delivers a basement dropkick to the leg, dropping Carruthers to one knee. Oro then runs back into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a front kick, knocking Carruthers through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd cheers. Grayson: Tubby just went tumbling to the outside. Oro looks like he's setting up for something. Clement: He may be about to take it to the air.... As Carruthers gets up on the outside, Oro runs into the ropes. When Oro comes back, he charges forward, flips over the top and.... Clement: !Space Flying Tiger Drop. And this crowd is on their feet! Crowd: TIGRE! TIGRE! TIGRE! TIGRE! TIGRE! Oro picks up Carruthers and rolls him back into the ring. After sliding back in, Oro makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Carruthers gets his shoulder up. Clement: So close. Oro picks up Carruthers and nails him with a series of knife-edge chops. He then runs towards the ropes and goes for a handspring back elbow. Carruthers catches him from behind and tries for a german suplex. But Oro counters with a wheelbarrow victory roll. ONE! . . TWO! . . Carruthers gets his shoulder up. Oro picks up Carruthers and whips him into the corner. Oro then runs into the corner, runs up Carruthers and performs the Tiger Wall Flip. After landing on his feet, Carruthers runs from out of the corner and goes for a clothesline. But Oro ducks and runs into the ropes. When Oro comes back, he delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover to cheers from the crowd. When Carruthers gets back up, Oro runs over, jumps up and takes him down with a leg lariat. The crowd cheers as he turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Carruthers gets his shoulder up. Clement: If you ask me, I think Tigre is in fine form. Grayson: He's wrestling Fat Bastard, a guy that's not exactly known for his experience. I'll be impressed when he's handling Jonathan Collins like this. Which means I won't be impressed because it'll never happen. As Oro picks up Carruthers, Carruthers nails him with a punch to the midsection. He then whips Oro into the ropes. When Oro comes back, Carruthers hooks his arms and delivers a series of trapping headbutts to cheers from the crowd. He then lets go and delivers the Wayne Breaker. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Oro gets his shoulder up. Clement: Oro just gets his shoulder up. Carruthers picks up Oro and whips him into the corner. He then charges into the corner and goes for a clothesline. But Oro moves out of the way, causing Carruthers to crash into the corner. The crowd cheers. As Carruthers stumbles back, Oro heads into the corner and delivers a springboard moonsault into an inverted DDT. The crowd cheers. He then steps out onto the apron and waits for Carruthers to get up. Once he does, Oro goes for a springboard cross body block. But Carruthers catches him in mid air.... Clement: Uh oh.... ...shifts Oro onto his shoulders, runs forward and delivers Cleveland Steamer to cheers from the crowd. He then picks up Oro, lifts him above his head and holds him place for a few seconds before dropping him with the Skyfall Slam. The crowd cheers as Carruthers makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! "Wild Thing" plays to cheers from the crowd. Cruz: Here is your winner, WAYNE CARRUTHERS! Carruthers smiles as the ref raises his arm in victory. Clement: Wayne Carruthers gets his first FGA win over Tigre Oro. He must be feeling great. Grayson: He beat a guy that's like 100 pounds soaking wet. What is there to be impressed about? Clement: How about you just give these two young grapplers credit for putting on a solid match. Grayson: ........ |
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 6, 2013 19:01:54 GMT -5
(( Justice Young is standing by backstage in front of the FGA backdrop. ))
Justice: Standing by with me right now is Chandler Scott.
(Chandler Scott walks into the shot)
Justice: Chandler, the match was made official just a couple of weeks ago. At Only The Strong Survive it will be you going up against Kevin Hardaway. You recently revealed that it was you who targeted K-Hard from the get go, paid off Anton Chase to attack him and led him on essentially a wild goose chase for months. Do you think that all of your past misdeeds will come back to haunt you at the supershow?
(Chandler smirks at the audacity of Justice.)
Chandler: Misdeeds, Justice? Is that what you called them? “Misdeeds”? Oh Justice, I never did anything wrong. If anything, I did everything right. If anything, I tried to course correct. I tried to right the wrongs. I tried to save FGA, just like I tried to save FGA all those months ago. People like you have called my actions cowardly. You say that I'm self absorbed. But as usual, you couldn't be more wrong. See, I am a selfless man that is fighting for everything that is good. I'm trying to run out of this company a man that is, quite frankly, a poison. So I shouldn't be lambasted. If anything, I should be lauded as a hero. Because that's what I am, a hero. FGA's hero.
Justice: Well, that's certainly one way of looking at things. The other way of looking at things would be to say that you're jealous. The same way you were jealous of Ben Hanson is the same way you're now jealous of Kevin Hardaway.
(Chandler's scoffs at these baseless accusations.)
Chandler: Me? Jealous? Of HIM! What exactly IS there to be jealous of? Look at me, then look at him. Look back at me, then back at him. I've got a face made for TV. Hardaway looks like a meth addict. Have you SEEN those bags under his eyes? My body looks like it's been chiseled out of granite. Hardaway doesn't have even the slightest bit of muscle anywhere on his scrawny little body. And let's not even get started on those silly little tattoos. And when it comes to legacy? Well, let's just say that one of us has never been FIRED from a company.
(Chandler snickers over the verbal low blow.)
Chandler: You people don't see it now because you're still wearing those rose-tinted glasses. You're still swooning over his bad boy facade. But one day you will. That day will come at Only The Strong Survive, when I run Hardaway out of this company.... MY company, just like I did Blaine. Oh yes, I will! And then I will lift this company on my back, just like I did back in August. And I will bring this company to new heights, just like I did back then. Why? Because that's what the TRUE PRIDE of FGA does. Hardaway can walk around with that tin belt all he wants. But you know, I know and everyone else knows who the TRUE Pride Champion of FGA is. And you're looking right at him.
Hardaway. K-Hard. On April 28, it's going to be an historic match. In one corner, you're going to have the biggest bad ass in all of FGA. In one corner, you're going to have the man that has been red hot since coming into this company.... a man that takes down on all comers and never backs down from a fight..... a man that is truly Unbreakable. And in the other corner.... will be some loser named Kevin Hardaway.
(Chandler cackles as Justice rolls his eyes.)
Chandler: Hey, don't you dare roll your eyes at me! I'll slap you so hard I'll make those eyes roll right out of your head. I'll give you a preview of what's in store for Hardaway if you roll your eyes at me again. Understood?
Justice: …. Yup
Chandler: Hardaway. I don't like you. I don't respect you. And at Only The Strong Survive, I will beat the holy hell out of you and send you packing from yet ANOTHER Frontier. And once you're out in the cold, after being fired from FRONTIER and being tossed out of FGA, you will have nowhere else to go. Because once I get done with you on April 28, who would want to take their chances on damaged goods like you?
(Chandler snickers.)
Chandler: Now I could be wrong, but I doubt it.
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 6, 2013 19:05:13 GMT -5
Johnny Karma vs. Zero The arena is bathed in a warm glow of orange and red lights as the sheer epicness of John Paul Jones’ drum intro to “When the Levee Breaks” fills the arena, and at the exact microsecond that Jimmy Page’s riff starts The Man, The Myth, The Johnny Karma swaggers out onto the top of the ramp to greet his adoring public with Cherry Baum hanging on his arm, pausing to blow a kiss to all his fans in attendance who paid to see him and only him this evening, before he starts to walk down to the ring. Grayson: What an entrance. Do you see this, Kev? Do you see it? Clement: Oh, I see it alright. Karma walks down the ramp, making sure not a single hair is out of place on his head, making sure to talk to his adoring public as they address him whilst he walks down to the ring. Grayson: What a magnificent head of hair that man has. I know I'm jealous. Aren't. Clement: Mmm hmm. I can, like, hardly contain myself. Um, yeah. The pair reach ringside, as Cherry climbs onto the apron and holds the ropes open for her man. Karma waves to the luckiest fans of all, those at ringside as he performs, before walking up the ring steps and climbing into the ring through the gap Cherry has created for him. Grayson: What a lady that Cherry Baum is. I haven't seen a woman that elegant since Madison Stewart. Clement: Are you done? Grayson: Absolutely not. Karma walks across the ring, climbing the turnbuckles and raises an arm into the air, holding up one finger to remind us all of one simple truth – He’s #1. Clement: Can we hurry this up, please? Grayson: Oh please. You don't rush greatness. You bask it its angelic glow. Karma climbs down, then walks across the ring and climbs the opposite turnbuckles, looking out into the crowd who have paid for the privilege of watching him wrestle, before unzipping his track top to reveal his chiselled physique. He removes his dark glasses and places them in his jacket pocket, before climbing down. As he stands in the ring, Cherry Baum takes the house mic. Cherry Baum: Introducing first and foremost, for your viewing pleasure, tonight’s main event and star attraction. Weighing in tonight at a lean and chiselled 233lbs, and hailing from the epicentre of the epic that is Queens, NYC – he is The Past, The Present and The Future of pro wrestling, he is JOHNNY KARMA! [Cherry steps aside and gives a round of applause as Johnny K steps into the centre of the ring to remove his jacket and give a bow to the crowd, before Cherry hands him the microphone] Johnny Karma: Ladies and…ladies [Karma winks, then brushes a strand of hair back into place] Johnny Karma: Tonight, each and every one of you are the luckiest people alive, as you fans of Frontier Wrestling Arts get to witness the start of the Karmic Era. And because not every one of us has been naturally blessed with greatness, I shall show you the sort of greatness that comes to me so naturally right here, in this very ring, and all I need is a willing stooge. Which, if you name happens to be Zero, is your cue... "Zero" by Evergreen Terrace plays as Zero runs out to cheers from the crowd. Cruz: And his opponent, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 189 pounds.... ZERO! Zero climbs up onto the middle ropes and raises his arms in the air to cheers from the crowd. Clement: Johnny Karma cannot possible be more full of himself. Hopefully the masked luchador can humble him in his debut match. The bell sounds as both men circle the ring. They lock up. After jockeying for position, Karma throws Zero down with an arm drag. The crowd boos as Cherry Baum applauds from the outside. Grayson: What an arm drag by Karma. Did you see the technique? The way he turns his hips? Clement: Would you stop? Karma motions for Zero to get up. Zero looks around before getting back up to his feet. After circling the ring, the two lock up. Karma quickly places him in a side headlock. He then performs a standing switch, turning behind Zero. Karma quickly applies a hammerlock from behind. He jerks the arm, causing Zero to grunt in pain. He then transitions into another side headlock. Karma cinches in the hold. Zero tries to shove Karma off of him, but its to no avail. Karma then performs a standing switch and brings Zero down to the mat with a drop toe hold. The crowd boos as he quickly rolls across Zero's back and applies a front facelock. Grayson: What a technician this guy is. What great chain wrestling we're seeing. You hear that? WRESTLING. Not high flying. Not circus stunts. Wrestling. Zero powers his way back up to his feet. Karma keeps the front facelock applied. That is, until he lets go and quickly throws Zero down with another arm drag. The crowd boos as Karma swaggers around the ring. Grayson: Man, look at how cool Karma is. Don't you wish... Clement: Enough already! Zero gets up and circles the ring. He goes to lock up with Karma. But Karma kicks him in the midsection to boos from the crowd. He then places Zero in another side headlock before performing a standing switch. He applies another hammerlock from behind. Karma jerks the arm, causing Zero to grunt in pain. Karma then spins him around and plants him with Instant Karma. The crowd boos as he turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Zero kicks out. Grayson: I don't know why he kicked out. He should have just stayed down. Karma picks up Zero and whips him into the ropes. When Zero comes back, Karma knocks him down with a running high knee to the face. The crowd boos while Cherry Baum applauds from the outside. He reaches down, picks up Zero and brings him into the corner. After unleashing a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building, he brings Zero from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Zero reverses and sends Karma into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Zero bends over to set up a back body drop. But Karma stops, drops onto his back and counters with an uppercut that knocks Zero down. The crowd boos. Grayson: How cool was that counter, huh? Karma then gets up, picks up Zero and rattles off a series of snapping jabs before dropping him with Sugar Ray Karma. The crowd boos as Karma does a little Ali Shuffle. He then picks up Zero and whips him back into the ropes. When Zero comes back, Karma goes for a clothesline. But Zero ducks and runs into the ropes. When Zero comes back, he motions for a clothesline of his own. But Karma counters with Check Your Chiclets, knocking him down to boos from the crowd. He then picks up Zero, holds him upside down, jumps and plants him with Dazed and Confused and All Messed Up. The crowd boos as he turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! “When The Levee Breaks” hits to boos from the crowd. Cruz: Here is your winner, JOHNNY KARMA! The ref goes to raise Karma's arm in the air. But Karma pulls his arm away from the ref. After brushing off his arm, Cherry Baum gets in the ring and raises his arm to boos from the crowd. Grayson: Johnny Karma gets the win with an absolutely dominating performance over Zero. Not that it should be surprising since it IS Johnny Karma. Clement: I'll just be quiet whenever he comes out and you can cheerlead for him all you want. Grayson: It's much more enjoyable then hearing you talk about how great Tigger and Fat Bastard were. |
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 6, 2013 19:05:59 GMT -5
Earlier Tonight
[We cut to the backstage area to find Pat Gordon Junior and Bob Pooler sitting in the locker room talking about their respective matches for the night; Gordon giving Pooler some advice about Hardaway and vice versa. A commotion is heard as the door slams open and Johnny Blayze barges into the room.]
Blayze: Oh ho ho....figures I’d find you two in here together....probably having a REAL good laugh at my expense again. Am I right? I mean why ELSE would you two NOT be around A-GAIN when I was being double-teamed by The Murder.
PGJR: Hey man...I TRIED looking for you but couldn’t find you anywhere. Thought you might’ve gone home early or maybe you were sick and didn’t make it to the building at all.
[Blayze walks over to Gordon’s chair and kicks it out from under him. PG Junior leaps up and gets right in Blayze’s face.]
PGJR: Listen...I don’t know what your problem is, Johnny but it shouldn’t be with me. I’ve been nothing but supportive all this time and all you do is make accusations with zero basis.
Blayze: OH YEAH! That’s more like it. I always believed if you’re gonna lie to someone’s face, at least do it looking ‘em in the eye.
[Pooler leaps up and tries to diffuse the situation.]
Pooler: Wait … what?!? Dude, I know you’re frustrated but Pat and I ...
Blayze: Don’t either of you give me that crap. I’m not blind...I know what I saw. And it was YOU TWO jackholes chuckling backstage two weeks ago at the EXACT moment I was in the ring facing Chandler Scott. Did it ever dawn on EITHER of you that The Murder would find a way to get at me when I was most vulnerable?
PGJR: We’ve never ...
[Gordon tries to speak but gets cut off.]
Blayze: Of course it didn’t. Hell, the fact I had to grow eyes in the back of my head and be preoccupied on anticipating their appearance is what cost me the match in the first place. And, Pat, I thought we were friends but you lied to me, man.
PGJR: Lied? What are you saying?
Blayze: What am I saying? WHAT AM I SAYING?!? Did you not stand backstage in Elizabeth, New Jersey and TRY to convince me you made an attempt at a save when you never even left the backstage area? Cause I watched the show back at the hotel and all I saw was referees and road agents coming to my aid...no UWL World Champ....no number one contender to the UWL International Title.
[Once again, Gordon tries to speak. And once again, Blayze’s hot-headedness dominates the dialogue.]
Blayze: Maybe that’s it. Maybe YOU TWO are SOOOO consumed with your UWL obligations that you’re forgetting about the ones you have HERE in FGA.
Pooler: Johnny....come on man...you know that’s not true. When I’m here, FGA is my prime concern. The fact that Pat and I are a part of UWL in a different capacity has nothing to do with us coming to your defense.
Blayze: Keep telling yourself that, buddy, but I hear what the announcers are saying. I read what the fans are tweeting. And it’s all the same --- “Pooler and Gordon would much rather have Johnny Blayze be on the disabled list than ruin their game plan.” Well I’m sorry I’m not as “accomplished” as you two but I’ve got heart and that’s more than what any title belt can EVER prove. Why I bet you two are gushing over the fact that you get to face The Murder at “Only The Strong Survive” while I’m in some Gold Rumble match with the other leftovers on the roster.
Pooler: Is that what this is about? You’re jealous of our matches? Johnny, while I’m happy to have a chance to even the score against Harter and Drake, did you forget what happened when I took Dom on, one on one? I got screwed out of a win by Malcolm; THIS is my chance at retribution.
Blayze: Whatever, dude. At least you WON your match two weeks ago and now you’re prancing into a Pride title match. Which reminds me -- where WAS The Murder when you were parading around with your arm being raised? Hmm...care to answer me that, pal.
[Pooler is silent on the subject]
Blayze: I thought so. Something doesn’t smell right and I’m pretty sure it’s not the buffet table. Maybe I should be rethinking who I call my allies. I know where *I* stand. As for you two....well I’m still waiting for a sign.
[Blayze walks out of the room, leaving Gordon and Pooler to talk]
Pooler: I liked it better when he was hyper ...
[And cut back to ringside]
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 6, 2013 19:10:56 GMT -5
Pat Gordon, Jr vs. Chandler Scott 'Chariots of Fire' fills the arena, cuing the arrival of Pat Gordon, Jr., who steps through the curtain. He makes his way to the ring, giving out high-fives to any outstretched hands along the way. He does a lap around the ring, still giving out high-fives to any fans who want one, before he climbs inside. PGJR pulls back on the ropes for a couple of last minute stretches before the bell. Cruz: Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts. Weighing in at 242 pounds. He is the reigning UWL World Heavyweight Champion.... PAT GORDON, JR! Clement: Pat Gordon, Jr may have successfully defended his UWL World Heavyweight Championship. But inside the confines of FGA, it appears as though his world is falling apart. Grayson: Appears? No, it IS falling apart. The Murder has systematically stripped away his support system. And thanks to his own stupidity, he's pushing Johnny Blayze further and further away from him. Which, of course, is exactly what The Murder wants. I can't wait until Only The Strong Survive. It will be there, right in Patty's own backyard, where Malcolm Drake and Dom Harter put the final nail in his coffin. The classic beginning notes of "Ride of the Valkyries" plays over the PA as the fans in attendance know who is about to grace them with their presence. Out through the curtain steps Chandler Scott, wearing his Harvard letterman jacket. Walking down the ring with him is Madison Scott, who walks arm and arm with him. The two lovebirds ignore the boos, jeers and catcalls of the crowd, shooing them away like the trash that they are. Cruz: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Madison Stewart. From Hyannis Port, Massachusetts. Weighing in at 255 pounds..... CHANDLER SCOTT! After Chandler hops onto the apron, he helps Madison up onto the apron. Chandler then sits down on the bottom rope while holding the top rope up for Madison. After Madison makes her way into the ring, Chandler steps into the ring. He slowly turns around in a circular motion with his arms outstretched, basking in his glory while the crowd continues to boo. Clement: Chandler Scott was in rare from earlier tonight. His state of delusion is out of control. The man has gone as far as to call himself a hero. Grayson: The man is a hero. But because you and everyone else here are jealous of him, you won't give him the credit that he rightfully deserves. You won't admit that he is indeed the true pride of FGA. But he'll prove it once and for all when he takes down that fraudulent Pride Champion, Kevin Hardaway. As soon as the bell sounds, PGJr runs over and brings Chandler down to the mat with a double leg takedown to cheers from the crowd. PGJr then mounts himself on top of him and rains down rights and lefts to the face to cheers from the crowd. Chandler tries to cover up, but the punches still connect. Clement: And Pat Gordon, Jr is wasting no time taking it to Chandler Scott. Grayson: This isn't even fair. Chandler wasn't even ready to start. PGJr gets off of Chandler and stomps away at him. He then reaches down, picks up Chandler, runs into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Chandler around, PGJr unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. After sizing Chandler up, PGJr unleashes a series of right and left combos to the midsection. He follows up with a right cross that sends Chandler stumbling away from the corner. But PGJr isn't done yet. He grabs Chandler and shoves him back into the corner. PGJr unleashes a flurry of rights and lefts to the head. Once Chandler covers up his head, PGJr nails him with a shoulder thrust to the midsection. While Chandler is doubled over, PGJr nails him with an uppercut to the chin, sending Chandler stumbling into the adjacent corner. Clement: Pat Gordon, Jr is letting those fists fly tonight. Grayson: Yeah, and he should have been disqualified about 10 punches ago for those closed fists. But because everyone loves Patty, no one will say anything. Yet had that been Chandler, he would have been warned repeatedly by now. Clement: You're just as delusional as he is. PGJr marches into the corner, grabs Chandler and whips him into the opposite corner. He then charges into the corner and connects with a running clothesline to cheers from the crowd. PGJr grabs a hold of Chandler and snapmares him from out of the corner. He then bounces into the ropes. When PGJr comes back, he connects with a dropkick to the back of the head to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chandler gets his shoulder up. Not satisfied, PGJr makes the cover again. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chandler kicks out. PGJr then mounts himself on top of Chandler and hammers away with a flurry of right hands to the face. He then gets off of Chandler and walks around the ring with his fist in the air to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: Yeah, aren't you a big man. Throwing illegal punches. Tackling a man when he's not even ready. I hope your dad is proud. As Chandler tries to get up, PGJr runs over and nails him with a haymaker to the midsection, doubling him over. He then places Chandler in position for a piledriver to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Chandler counters with a double leg takedown. After hooking his arms around PGJr's legs, Chandler catapults PGJr into the corner. The crowd boos. Chandler heads into the corner and stomps away at PGJr's midsection. He then brings PGJr from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When PGJr comes back, Chandler throws a clothesline. But PGJr ducks and heads into the ropes. When PGJr comes back, he goes for a cross body block. But Chandler catches him in mid air and delivers a rib breaker. Chandler then lifts PGJr off his knee, stands back up and delivers another rib breaker. Chandler then lifts PGJr off his knee, stands back up and delivers a fallaway slam to boos from the crowd. Chandler then sits up and wipes his hands as if he just threw out the trash. Clement: Chandler now starting to get some of his swagger back. Grayson: He never lost it. He was just cheapshotted before the opening bell. As PGJr turns over on all fours, Chandler runs over and delivers a punt kick to the ribs, knocking PGJr underneath the bottom rope and onto the apron. He then reaches through the ropes and tries to pick PGJr up. But PGJr grabs him by the neck and drops down to the floor, guillotining Chandler neck-first across the top rope to cheers from the crowd. While Chandler is stunned, PGJr climbs back up onto the apron. As PGJr is in the middle of stepping through the ropes, Chandler runs over and kicks up the middle rope, making the rope hit PGJr right between the legs to boos from the crowd. Clement: Oh come on! Grayson: Nope, perfectly legal! PGJr cringes in pain as he tumbles to the canvas. Chandler then laughs before putting the boots to PGJr. He then grabs PGJr, drags him away from the ropes, holds up his legs, spreads them apart and delivers a stomp to the groin. The crowd boos as PGJr holds himself in pain. Chandler then reaches down, picks up PGJr and snapmares him over. He then runs into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, he delivers a rolling neck snap to boos from the crowd. Chandler crawls over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . PGJr gets his shoulder up. Grayson: A clear slow count there by the referee. Chandler picks up PGJr and nails him with a forearm strike to the face, sending him stumbling into the corner. Chandler then takes his sweet time walking over towards the corner, taunting PGJr along the way. PGJr tries to catch him off guard with a kick to the midsection. But Chandler catches his leg and throws it away from him. After PGJr's leg gets hooked across the middle turnbuckle, Chandler delivers a kick to the leg. The crowd boos as PGJr groans in pain. He then unhooks PGJr's leg, brings him from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When PGJr comes back, Chandler throws him down with a back body drop. The crowd boos. As PGJr turns over on all fours and tries to get up to his feet, Chandler runs over and nails him with a Knee Trembler to the side of the head. The crowd cheers. Chandler then mocks PGJr and telling him to get up. As PGJr tries to get up, Chandler runs and nails him with another Knee Trembler to the side of the head. The crowd boos. Clement: Chandler is just relentless with those blows to the side of the head. Grayson: I don't recall you getting this concerned for Chandler when Pat Gordon, Jr was trying to clean his clock. As PGJr gets up, Chandler runs and tries another Knee Trembler to the side of the head. But PGJr moves back out of the way, grabs Chandler from behind and delivers a German Suplex to cheers from the crowd. Clement: Chandler went to the well too many times and Gordon, Jr made him pay for it. Chandler gets up, but PGJr runs over and knocks him down with a clothesline. Chandler gets up, only to get knocked back down by another clothesline. The crowd cheers. As Chandler gets up, PGJr grabs him and goes for an irish whip. But Chandler reverses and sends him into the ropes. When PGJr comes back, Chandler knocks him down with a Textbook Dropkick to boos from the crowd. He then picks up PGJr, hoists him up and throws him down with a pumphandle drop. The crowd boos. Chandler then picks up PGJr, hoists him up onto his shoulders, spins and throws him down with the Valediction. The crowd boos. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! "Ride of the Valkyries" blares throughout the building to boos from the crowd. Cruz: Here is your winner, CHANDLER SCOTT! After Madison Stewart enters the ring, she raises Chandler's arm as he stands over PGJr to boos from the crowd. Clement: Pat Gordon, Jr comes out on the losing end as Chandler gets the victory. It didn't look like Pat had a solid gameplan tonight. Grayson: Don't start making excuses for him. His gameplan was clear. But once again, he let his emotions and his anger get the best of him. Chandler, being the smart man that he is, took advantage and made him pay. The end. |
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 6, 2013 19:17:45 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 6, 2013 19:21:14 GMT -5
Dom Harter vs. Jonathan Collins The opening chords of “Superunknown” begin to play throughout Basketball City as Dom Harter steps out from behind the black curtain with the UWL World Tag title and Exodus Pro International title on either shoulder. The crowd begin to immediately boo as The Tenacious Little Bastard walks straight down the aisle; he ignores the fans and their negative reactions, not even pausing like he usually does. Clement: Dom Harter certainly appears more determined than usual tonight. Grayson: Things between him and Jonathan Collins have a personal feel to them, this isn’t just a match to Harter. Harter slides under the bottom rope and makes his way to the far side of the ring, whereupon he is handed a microphone. The crowd continue booing him as he looks around with a scowl on his face. A chant starts up, ‘Harter sucks! Harter sucks!’ as, finally, Dom appears to have heard enough. Dom Harter: Shut the hell up! That, unsurprisingly, does not do the trick. Another wave of boos moves throughout the arena before they do quieten down. This is when Harter speaks up again. Dom Harter: In a matter of weeks we will be at ‘Only The Strong Survive’ and that is a night I’m looking forward to. That is a night when Malcolm Drake and I get to team together to squash whatever remaining spirit that Pat Gordon Jr. has left in him. From their jeers it is obvious that the crowd disagree. Dom Harter: It’s the night that Bob Pooler finally gets what’s coming to him, when he learns what it means to cross The Murder… Another jeer from the fans in attendance. Dom Harter: It’s the night that The Murder get to assert our dominance over this federation, to show the wrestling world that we have meant every word that we have said so far. When Malcolm leaves the Gold Rush as the number one contender to the FGA Championship, when we have left Junior and Pooler beaten and bloodied in the center of that ring, then nobody will doubt us. Nobody will doubt our intentions… Harter pauses as he looks around the crowd. He walks towards the ropes nearest the aisle, leaning on them as he continues talking. Dom Harter: But before then, I have to survive tonight. Isn’t that right, Collins? You think you’ve already won this match, don’t you? There’s a sinister smirk on Dom’s face as he laughs into the microphone. Dom Harter: Here’s where we are Collins. We’re at an impasse where you think your little pussy mind games have made me unfocused. We’re at a place where you have taken to twisting my words, distorting the truth and just flat out bullshitting to try and make a point. We’re reached the point when you thought it was a good idea to back me into a corner… Harter shakes his head defiantly. Dom Harter: You see me vilifying you for blitz attacking Oro and think I’m defending him. You see me make a snide comment about you showing up a kid half your age, some punk fresh out of wrestling school and you think … I’m not sure on your train of thought. But I whipped Tigger’s ass around this ring just like you want to; the difference is I’m not making my name by embarrassing a child. Because there is nothing to gain from that, because he is below me and he is not worthy of my time! But you twisted that, didn’t you? And you make the proud boastful comments about Exodus being a legitimately run promotion and I laughed at that one, oh how I laughed! Dom Harter: A land where the mediocre prosper, where the banal and the lame thrive. That is Exodus Pro. Where you have to fly in insignificant gnats like Johnny Blayze to hand out title shots! Where Junior has to go and play hero because Tiami Tyler scared away another tag partner! Maybe you want to go whore yourself out interject any damn argument on Twitter and try to boost your ratings! That is a place where you let the inmates run the asylum … You saw the ten or so members of Legion running around breaking bones and giving concussions and you saw your last chance at reverence fading before your eyes, didn’t you? You saw your ship sinking so you decide to jump over here into my playground… Harter laughs again. Dom Harter: You haven’t out bastard’ed, Collins. Because I sure as hell didn’t get that nickname by playing your pussy ass mind games! I sure as hell didn’t get it by abusing my authority to make myself seem important. I got that nickname because inside the confines of this squared circle, inside these ropes, I do not stop until I have achieved my goal. So when you try to back me into a corner, Collins, when you stand there and lie, twist and deceive to try and get one over on me … No. I ain’t playing that game. So what I need you to do right now, Collins, is you get your six-time world champion ass down to this ring and face me like a man. And when I’m done with you there will be one truth to what you said … I will leave you in this ring as a broken down old warhorse, beaten, bloodied and bruised. I will leave you for the scavengers to pick the meat from your bones tomorrow night … But tonight, I’m gonna fucking break you… With that Harter throws down the microphone and removes his t-shirt as he waits for his opponent to make his appearance. The lights dim in the arena as the organ for the start of a song begins. I am the last man, stand, survivor
I am the last man home.
I'll be the last man, stand, survivor
I'll be the last man home... The lights in the arena are dark, save for a few at the entrance way as they start to illuminate for the silhouette of one man. As "Last Man Standing" by People In Planes continues to play, finally kicking in with drums and full band, they finally fully light up to show Jonathan Collins in his gear and ring jacket, his trademark sleeveless long hoodie! Walking down the ramp slowly, he looks completely focused as he slowly makes his way to the ring. Sliding into the ring, he climbs one corner's turnbuckles and looks out to the crowd, starting to flip his hood back as he stays in place while surveying the crowd. Cruz: And his opponent, from Anaheim, California. Weighing in at 212 pounds. He is the "Saint of Violence", JONATHAN COLLINS! Clement: This match will certainly be interesting. You've got Jonathan Collins who has made no friends here after the way that he's not only downtalked Frontier Grappling Arts, but in the way that he has abused Tigre Oro. And then you have Dom Harter who, along with Malcolm Drake, is Public Enemy #1 in FGA. Grayson: Took advantage of Tigre Oro? Oh give me a break. Like I told you early, that frail looking teenager brought this all onto himself. Collins did what any man would do if someone put their hands on them. And that's knock them out. Oro is lucky he can still move his jaw after those two backfists to the face. Clement: Dom Harter has a score to settle tonight. Harter had defeated five other wrestlers in EXODUS to get a shot at the International Title. But after the champion vacated the belt, Harter decided to take what was "rightfully his." Grayson: And I see no problem with that at all. He's the number one contender for a belt. If the champion vacates the belt, logic says that the #1 contender should be handed the belt. Not have to fight AGAIN for the belt. And Collins is trying to put the screws to Harter by throwing his girlfriend into the mix. I like Collins. But has he not seen what The Murder is capable of? Did he not hear what happened to Johnny Blayze before this taping even started? There's two people whose bad side I'd NEVER want to get on. And that's The Murder. Clement: I believe Collins is well aware of what The Murder is capable of. I think that he just doesn't care. The bell sounds as Harter begins to fake several charges at Collins, keeping his opponent on his toes. He then finally shoots in for a takedown. But Collins sprawls, grabbing Harter and placing him in a front facelock. After a bit of a struggle, Harter hoists him up with a double leg pick up and rams him back-first into the corner. The crowd boos. But Collins never lets go of the front facelock. While he's locked in the hold, Harter grabs the middle rope, forcing the ref to call for a rope break. The ref gives them until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE.... TWO.... THREE..... FOUR.... Collins reluctantly lets go. As he slowly raises his arms in the air, Dom goes for a cheapshot and pokes him in the eyes. The ref warns Harter about the illegal maneuver, but Harter pays him absolutely no mind. He then places Collins in a side headlock and rakes his eyes along the top rope, sending Collins stumbling into the adjacent corner. After turning Collins around, Harter delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then delivers a flurry of right hands to the face that send Collins slumping down in the corner. Once Collins is down in the corner, Harter proceeds to choke him with his boot while pulling down on the top rope for leverage. Ref: ONE.... TWO.... THREE... FOUR..... Harter reluctantly lets go. He then reaches down, pulls up Collins by the hair and delivers a knee strike to the midsection. He then brings Collins from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Collins comes back, Harter goes for a back elbow to the face. But Collins ducks and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Collins knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter kicks out. Clement: Collins gets the first nearfall of the match. But Harter has clearly been the aggressor thus far. Grayson: Yeah, he's trying to make sure that Collins doesn't make it to that EXODUS show tomorrow night. Collins picks up Harter, snapmares him over and applies a rear chinlock. The ref asks Harter if he wants to give up. Once Harter refuses, Collins jerks back on the chin. Harter can then be seen cringing in pain. After a few, the ref asks asks Harter if he wants to give up. But again, Harter refuses to quit. He then slowly turns over onto his side. After slowly getting up on his feet, Harter nails Collins with four elbows to the midsection. While Collins is doubled over, Harter runs into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Collins goes for a kick to the midsection. But Harter catches his foot. He then spins Collins around. When Collins comes back, Harter kicks him in the midsection and follows up with a swinging neckbreaker. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Collins kicks out. Harter picks up Collins and nails him with a knife-edge chop. Collins comes back with a chop of his own. Harter delivers another knife-edge chop. Collins comes right back with another chop of his own. Harter then delivers a cheapshot with a rake eye to the eyes. While Collins is doubled over, Harter runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a running knee lift. But Collins moves out of the way, grabs Harter from behind and delivers an atomic drop follows by a inverted DDT. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter kicks out. Clement: Nice combo there by Collins, but it only gets two. What do you think Tigre Oro is thinking as he looks on from the back. He lost to Harter in a match where he arguably shouldn't have even been out there because of his concussion. A match that Harter took advantage of him in. Then you have Collins, a man who he can't wait to get his hands on. Grayson: Do I know what Tigre Oro's thinking? I don't know and don't care. Clement: Well then.... Collins picks up Harter, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Harter around, Collins unleashes a series of right hands to the midsection. He then grabs a hold of Harter and whips him hard into the opposite corner. But Harter bounces off of the turnbuckles, charges towards Collins and nails him with a lariat that turns him inside out. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Collins kicks out. Clement: Close one there for Collins. Harter picks up Collins and goes for an irish whip. When Collins comes back, Harter takes him down with a Lou Thesz Press. He then mounts himself on top of Collins and hammers away with rights and lefts to the face. Collins tries to cover up, but some of the punches still connect. Harter then gets back up to his feet and stomps away at Collins. Harter then drops down to his knees and chokes Collins with both hands. The ref quickly goes over and gives him a five count to let go. Ref: ONE.... TWO.... THREE.... FOUR.... Harter lets go. He then gets up, only to deliver a quick knee drops to the face. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Collins gets his shoulder up. Clement: Harter has been showing that aggression that's a trademark of The Murder throughout this match. Grayson: That's whats knocked so many people out of FGA. That's what's gotten them to this point thus far. If it ain't broke.... Harter picks up Collins, delivers a double leg pick up and rams him back-first back into the corner. After standing back up, Harter turns Collins around and nails him with a kidney shot. Collins can be seen cringing in pain. Harter enjoys the sight so much that he nails Collins with another kidney punch. He then grabs Collins by the hair, leads him from out of the corner and nails him with a knee strike to the midsection, doubling him over. While Collins is doubled over, Harter runs into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Collins connects with a clothesline of his own. But Harter is only sent stumbling back. Harter shakes it off and goes for a lariat. But Collins ducks. When Harter turns around, Collins nails him with a flurry of right hands to the face. He then kicks Harter in the midsection and goes for an irish whip into the corner. But Harter reverses, sending Collins into the corner. Harter charges into the corner. But Collins nails him with a boot to the face, sending him stumbling back. Collisn then quickly hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, leaps off and takes Harter down with a blockbuster. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter gets his shoulder up. Grayson: That was close. Collins picks up Harter and whips him into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Collins delivers an inverted atomic drop, followed by a reverse STO. Collins then floats over into a Koji Clutch. Grayson: Oh boy. Clement: Harter has nowhere to go now. The ref asks Harter if he wants to give up. But Harter refuses to quit. So Collins cinches in the hold. The ref again asks Harter if he wants to give up. But Harter refuses to quit. He then begins to try and pull himself to the ropes. But Collins keeps the Clutch locked on for dear life. Harter reaches out.... but he's not close to the ropes at all. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But again, Harter refuses to quit. He then tries to claw himself closer to the ropes. He reaches out.... but the ropes are just out of reach. Collins then screams in rage as he tries as hard as he can to get Harter to tap out. The ref asks Harter if he wants to quit. But once again, Harter refuses to give up. Harter then claws closer to the ropes. He reaches out..... and grabs the bottom rope. The ref then gives Collins until the count of five to let go. Grayson: Phew! Ref: ONE.... TWO.... THREE..... FOUR.... Collins reluctantly lets go. He picks up Harter and whips him into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Collins bends over for a back body drop. Harter counters with a sunset flip. But Collins rolls through it, gets back up to his feet and blasts Harter in the face with the Parallax Shock. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter gets his shoulder up. Collins looks over at the ref and holds up three fingers. Clement: That was close. But Collins only got two. Collins picks up Harter and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. As Harter stumbles back, Collins grabs him from behind and sets up for a tiger suplex. But Harter throws his head back, nailing Collins square in the face and breaking the hold. He then turns around, grabs Collins and tosses him through the ropes and onto the apron. As Collins slowly pulls himself up using the ropes, Harter charges into the opposite set of ropes. When he comes back, he looks to send Collins flying off the apron. But Collins pulls down on the top rope, sending Harter tumbling down to the outside. While Harter is down, Collins rolls back into the ring. As Harter begins to slowly get up, Collins runs into the ropes. When Collins comes back, he charges forward and flips through the ropes, knocking Harter down with a Tope Con Hilo. He then picks up Harter and rolls him back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, Collins makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter gets his shoulder up. Collins just shakes his head. Clement: How was that not three? Grayson: I don't know but I'm thankful that it wasn't. Collins picks up Harter and whips him into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Collins ducks, wraps his arms around Harter and delivers a bridging northern lights suplex. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter bridges up, turns over and knees Collins in the midsection. He then grabs a hold of Collins and plants him with a pulling piledriver. He turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Collins gets his shoulder up. Harter runs his hands through his hair in disbelief. Clement: Another close call for Collins. Grayson: These two have too much pride. The last thing they want to do is lose to each other. Harter picks up Collins and goes for an irish whip. But Collins reverses, sending Harter into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Collins lifts him up and delivers the End of Silence. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter gets his shoulder up. Collins falls back and places his hands over his face in frustration. Clement: He juuuuust got his shoulder up in the nick of time. Grayson: He is the Tenacious Little Bastard. Collins picks up Harter and goes for an irish whip. But Harter reverses, sending Collins towards the ropes. But Collins knocks him down with a handspring back elbow. Collins picks up Harter and whips him into the corner. Collins charges and connects with a clothesline. He then moves Harter out of the way, hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, grabs Harter and goes for a Tornado DDT. But Harter shoves Collins off of him in mid air. Once Collins luckily lands on his feet, Harter charges from out of the corner and goes for a yakuza kick. But Collins catches his foot. He taunts Harter before spinning him around. When Harter comes back, Collins goes for the knockout blow with the ZERO Hour. But Harter ducks and counters with a knee thrust below the belt. Collins immediately drops down on all fours. Clement: Oh come on! Grayson: "Oh come on" what? I didn't see anything. And neither did the ref..... thankfullyAs he tries to slowly get back up, Harter runs into the ropes. When Harter comes back, he nails Collins in the side of the head with a yakuza kick, knocking him down. He then picks up Collins, hooks his arms and delivers Spin the Black Circle. Harter gets up, picks up Collins, hoists him up across his shoulder and then plants him with Goodnight To The World. He makes the cover. ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE! "Superunknown" blares throughout the building to boos from the crowd. Cruz: Here is your winner, DOM HARTER! The ref raises Harter's arm in victory. But Harter pulls his arm away from him. He then kneels down next to Collins. He grips Collins head with one hand as he points to him with the other. Dom appears to be saying something to Collins before letting go. Clement: Dom Harter not only gets the victory, but gains some revenge over Jonathan Collins. Grayson: And he gave him some post-match trash talk to boot. I wonder what Harter said to him? Clement: I don't know. But I'm sure it couldn't have been good. [ FADE OUT ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 6, 2013 19:44:48 GMT -5
“LIGHTS…”.
Comes an assertive command, the proceedings are immediately halted as the lights are plunged in to darkness, the crowd start to murmur, the atmosphere turns to one of huge anticipation as the only thing that can be seen are the few lighters that are held aloft. Suddenly, the lights start to strobe black and white, the ferocity of the strobing brings a stir from the crowd as they start to wonder what is going to happen.
“CAMERA…”
The firm demand came from the same voice that earlier had seemingly demanded the current rave like atmosphere. Now the strobing stopped, the lights all converged on one spot, the top of the ramp, the rest of the hall is still plunged in to darkness.
“ACTION…”
No sooner had the words been spoken the sounds of Enemy by Sevendust struck across the PA system, the crowd all in unison look towards the curtains wondering who is going to appear, the tension is palpable, the music is unknown, the voice hasn’t revealed anything and the fans of FGA Wrestling are wondering what is going to happen next, then the curtain is parted and it is parted by the newcomer, the Vegas playboy, the Enigma, The Next Generation, J.T.Cash! The fans cheer the newcomer as he stands at the top of the ramp in a dark grey pin stripe suit, a white shirt fitted to his incredible physique, a pair of designer aviator shades that cover his piercing gaze. He stands there soaking in the atmosphere. Slowly he removes the shades and tosses them in to the crowd. Slowly he makes his way towards the ring, the fans reaching out to slap his hand and J.T.Cash reaching right back. He slowly climbs the ring steps and steps for the first time in three years in to a wrestling ring and the first time ever in to a FGA ring! Looking around at each corner of the hall J.T.Cash smiles nodding his head, his eyes are electrically alive as he holds his hand out for a microphone. Slowly the fans cheers die down as does his music
J.T.Cash
This.. this is for all the people who said it couldn’t be done, this is for all the people who told me to hang up my boots, who told me that I had missed the boat… this is for all the people who said that J.T.Cash didn’t have what it took to get back in to a professional wrestling ring. Today, here, in Basketball City, right here in the home of professional wrestling New York City…
J.T.Cash pauses and looks directly down the barrel of the camera as if talking to each and every person watching, as if addressing anyone who has ever doubted him
J.T.Cash
I tell you all that J.T.Cash is back, better than he ever has been, more focused, faster, stronger, more athletic than ever before. Make no mistake J.T.Cash looked for where to go, but I have signed a contract with FGA Wrestling which means that you are going to see everything that I have got, I could have signed for a ‘bigger’ company, I could have signed for a company that offers more money, I could have signed for a company where I have old friends, I could have signed for a company that has pay per view, that has the huge fireworks, I could have signed for companies that pride themselves on being the best form of live entertainment in the world… but nah, see that may have been what the old J.T.Cash would have done, but nah eh, not any more.. see those men that I know in this company… don’t like me, there is no money in that locker room, there are no fireworks… but you had better believe that in this ring the men and women of FGA give absolutely everything they have got, they are without a shadow of a doubt the best wrestlers that this business has to offer, i have seen bloody, sweat and tears dropped on this FGA ten dollar canvas like I’ve never seen it before. If I am going to make a comeback, if I am going to come back to the business that I loved then I am going to do it right here in the F…G…A.
The crowd cheer loudly; chants of FGA go around the hall as Cash takes a look around, soaking in the atmosphere. He slowly brings the mic to his lips with a look of confidence that people who had seen Cash before will realize is a level above his normal self
J.T.Cash
Here it is boys…
Cash stares back towards the curtains his arms outstretched
J.T.Cash
You think you can stop me, then just come try it… but be warned, make sure if you listen to one thing tonight you listen to this… J.T.Cash is here to make an impact the likes of which FGA Wrestling will be talking about for years to come, I have done battle with some of you before, I have won and lost but rest assured today is a new dawn, it is a new day and there is nothing that is going to stop me from achieving the dreams that I had all the years ago. It aint about being rich, it isn’t only about the fancy cars, designer suits, penthouse apartments and fast women… it is about being number one, it is about running these ropes getting the people on the edge of their seat, making them jump on to their feet. This is about the one and only, the playboy, the Enigma, the Next Generation J.T.Cash proving once and for all that he is, was and forever will remain EVERYTHING YOU WILL NEVER BE!!!
Cash tosses the mic outside of the ring as the riffs of Enemy by Sevendust sounds again. Cash looks around the hall as he surveys the fans on their feet cheering and chanting his name, his excitement, focus and intensity have rubbed off, slowly he makes his way out of the ring and gives high fives to the fans as he disappears up the aisle and through the curtains
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 6, 2013 19:50:04 GMT -5
Now that I have finally captured the FGA Championship, everything is different.
Cruz: Here is your winner.......... and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW FGA Champion, CHRIS Q!
From the very first moment I held the title in my hands, I knew my world had changed.
The ref goes over and hands Chris Q the FGA Championship. Q looks at the belt before raising it high above his head. The crowd boos.
There is nothing I can do to stop it. It’s so much bigger than me. I’ve never been on top like I am right now. This is more than a new chapter or a new phase of my life.
Chris Q climbs onto the middle ropes, looks at his newly won championship belt and then raises it over his head to boos from the crowd. Q takes pleasure in antagonizing the crowd, motioning for them to keep it going. He just chuckles as he holds his belt in the air once again to a downpour of boos.
I think I’ve stepped into a new dimension.
I walked into this promotion with no professional wrestling experience under my belt and now I’m the top guy in the company.
“The Earth's Rotation Around The Sun” plays as Chris Q gets his arm raised in victory to boos from the crowd. Chris proceeds to make his way around the ring, surveying the crowd as they boo him. He then rests his forearms across the top rope and smirks as he looks around at the jeering fans.
Not just that, but I’ve also gone undefeated the entire time I’ve been here. This isn’t random. Something much larger is at work here. There has to be an explanation for my dominance. I must have been born with some sort of gift. My entire life I never thought I was anything special. Now I look at myself and it’s hard to deny the facts. I might actually be good at something.
I have no idea what defeat feels like. My streak of dominance has included wins over some of the best grapplers in the entire world. Now, as FGA Champion, I will only sharpen my skills by competing against the very best each time I step through the ropes. This is the spot I have been fighting for. I’m not going to give it up.
The ref goes over to raise Chris Q's hand, but Q quickly rips his arm away from the ref. Once harsh glare from Q sends the ref retreating.
I just shake my head when I look back at all the people I’ve beat since arriving in this company. Most of them are gone, never to be seen again.
* As Mangold stumbles back, Q grabs a hold of him and delivers the Cracker-Jack. The crowd boos. Q then picks up Mangold, scoops him up across his shoulder and plants him with The Compactor. The crowd boos as the ref slides over to start the count. ONE! ... TWO! ... THREE!
* Q squats down as O'Hare tries to flip back, blocking the move. Q then stands back up, pulls O'Hare back up, shifts her around across his shoulders and then plants her with The Compactor to boos from the crowd. The ref slides over and starts the count. ONE! ... TWO!.... THREE!
* When Gordon comes back, he goes for a lariat. But Q ducks, reaches behind him and delivers the Cracker Jack. The crowd boos as Gordon arches his back in pain. Q then picks up Gordon, scoops him up across his shoulders and then plants him with The Compactor to boos from the crowd. ONE! ... TWO! ... THREE!
* But Q never lets go of the leg. Q gets back up to his feet, pulls Demore back up to his feet, scoops him up across his shoulders and then plants him with The Compactor. The crowd boos as the ref starts the count. ONE!.... TWO! ..... THREE!
Fairchild? Who knows when he’ll be back
* Fairchild goes for the Dry Elbow Martini. But Q ducks and lifts Fairchild up onto his shoulders. The crowd gasps as Fairchild kicks his legs, trying his hardest to get out. But its to no avail as Q looks directly into the camera before planting him with The Compactor. The ref slides over to start the count. ONE! ... TWO! ... THREE!
Corella? Sent him into a psychological meltdown.
* As Corella stumbles back, Q delivers a german suplex that causes Corella to bounces off the base of his neck. Q then goes over, picks up Corella, scoops him up onto his shoulder and then plants him with The Compactor. The ref slides over and starts the count. ONE! .... TWO! ... THREE!
Chandler Scott? Knocked him down to the middle of the card.
* Chandler goes for a discus Harvard Hammer. But Q ducks and hoists Chandler up onto the shoulder. The crowd sighs. But the sighs are soon followed by boos. Chandler panics as he tries to get free. Q looks straight into the hard camera as Chandler repeatedly elbows him in the face. But he lets that and nothing else stop him as he drops Chandler with The Compactor. The crowd boos as the ref makes the count.
I could continue to beat on Pat Gordon, Jr. but I don’t think anyone needs to see that again.
* He then picks up PGJr, scoops him up across his shoulder and plants him with The Compactor. The crowd boos as the ref slides over to start the count. ONE! ... TWO! ... THREE!
All of these guys thought they were going to stop me. I don’t hear any of them talking shit anymore. I think they’d all rather pretend that I don’t exist. Because everyone is starting to realize that picking a fight with me isn’t good for their career. I’ll derail all of the hype and momentum you have in a single match. I can make even the most experienced veteran question his skills before he even gets into the ring with me. Nobody has any idea how to handle Chris Q. Just because I have the belt over my shoulder doesn’t mean I’m any less hungry. I’m out to validate my title reign. I said long before I won the gold that I would continue to fight as much as possible, belt on the line or not. I can’t just stop because they’re afraid I’ll get hurt.
I enjoy talking shit and beating people up too much to slow down.
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 6, 2013 19:55:03 GMT -5
#1 Contenders Match for the FGA Championship
Chris Bond vs. Braydon Jones vs. Camellia D. Magna The lights dim slightly when suddenly, the beginning guitar work for This is Absolution is heard followed by orange lights going off near the stage, when the song picks up into a scream, Braydon comes storming out, shouting and pumping up the crowd. Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is a Triple Threat #1 Contenders Match for the FGA Championship. Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Weighing in at an even 300 pounds. He is BRAYDON "THE BULLY" JONES! He walks to the ring with a sense of purpose, interacting with the fans before sliding in and going towards the ropes, screaming with the fans as the music fades. Clement: Braydon Jones came within an eyelash of beating Chris Bond a couple of weeks back. "The Bully" will get his chance for revenge AND a title shot tonight. Grayson: Some would say he's the odds on favorite due to his sheer size and strength. But I disagree. In this type of environment, he's liable to be the number one target. I do not like his chances in there tonight. One on one? Sure. But in a Triple Threat? No. “Riptide” by Sick Puppies sounds through the speakers in the arena. The main lights go dim and the entrance ramp is lit by blue and green lights. Fog slowly rolls down the ramp, covering the floor. Cami steps onto the top of the ramp with a huge smile on her face. She walks down the ramp, constantly looking around, spinning in a circle so as not to miss anything, enjoying the cheers from the crowd. Cruz: And his opponent, from Charlotte, North Carolina. Weighing in at 145 pounds..... CAMELLIA D. MAGNA! When about halfway down the ramp, she takes off running, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. While on the mat, she pushes up into the bridge position. After holding it for a few seconds, she kicks over to a standing position. Clement: Cami Magna has been flying under the radar for most of her stint here in FGA. But someone has clearly taken notice as they would not have signed off on her being in this match. Grayson: Some would say that she has no shot at winning. I disagree. She is the darkhorse in this match. And I wouldn't be surprised if she slipped away with the win. She's faster and more agile than her opponents. Her opponents have some history. If they're busy fighting each other and tearing each other down, she can pick her spots and walk away with a win. "If you take a life, do you know what you'll give...
Odds are, you won't like what it is...
When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me...
By the merciless eyes I've deceived...
I've seen angels fall from blinding heights...
But you yourself are nothing so divine...
Just next in line..."The house lights dim in the smaller facility, and multi-colored lights soon flicker throughout the filled-to-the-brim center. The crowd jumps to it's feet, blowing the roof off from the much smaller arena as Chris Bond makes his way out from behind the curtains. As he emerges from behind the curtain, there is a small burst of excitement from the crowd. With a spotlight lighting his way, Bond makes his way down the aisle and towards the ring, even slapping a few hands on the way down. Soon enough he jogs up the stairs, and walks along the ring apron before wiping his feet. Cruz: And their opponent, now residing out of Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at 238 pounds.... CHRIS BOND! Chris Bond steps over the second rope and into the ring. The self-proclaimed legend of the wrestling world walks to the center of the ring and stands there for a moment, as flashes go off through out the waves of fans. He circles the ring, arms outstretched, as the fans cheer loudly once again. Bond enjoys this, as his trademark smirk re-emerges on his face. Heading to his corner, Bond does a few stretches as he waits for the match to begin. Clement: Chris Bond, arguably the odds on favorite, is just one win away from a FGA Championship Match. Grayson: Bond has battled a lot of personal demons. He's had a lot of turmoil in both his professional and personal life. He's got a hell of a story. He could take a huge step forward on his path of redemption here. Clement: Alright. You know the FGA Champion Chris Q is watching in the back. Who do you think he wants to face? Who do you think is the one that he least wants to be in the ring with? What is going through the mind of the self-proclaimed Big Bad of FGA? Grayson: I honestly don't think Chris Q gives a damn. He's that confident in himself and his abilities. Look, he's beaten rookies and established veterans. He's beaten promising upstarts and second generation wrestlers. He's beaten wrestlers that were dirt poor and ones that were filthy rich. He's beaten people that were taller than him, smaller than him, faster than him, more agile than him, more technically sound than him, etc, etc. The bottom line is that at the end of the day, Chris Q always, ALWAYS finds a way to end. So it could be Cami, Braydon, or Bond. This match could somehow end in a triple count out and Chris Q would gladly take all of them on. That man doesn't care who is on the opposite side of the ring from him. He only cares about putting them up onto his shoulders and driving them head-first into the mat. And if you want my honest opinion, I don't think any of these three have what it takes to stop the Chris Q Party. I honestly don't. The bell sounds as all three grapplers circle the ring. They continue to shift their eyes between each of their opponents. Suddenly, Braydon stops, causing the other two to stop. He then points to Bond, points back to himself and then points to Cami. Bond looks at Cami, then back at Braydon. Bond and Braydon then nod in agreement. Clement: Uh oh. This doesn't look good for Cami. Grayson: It certainly does not. Cami begins to back away as Bond and Braydon approach her. But Bond then dives down, clipping the back of Braydon's leg to cheers from the crowd. Clement: How about that turn of events? Grayson: Take out the strongest guy. Smart strategy from a vet. The crowd cheers as Bond gets up and puts the boots to Braydon. Cami then goes over and joins Bond. The two continue to stomp on Braydon as Braydon lays their helpless. The two of them then pick up Braydon and whip him into the ropes. When Braydon comes back, Cami and Bond knock him down with a double back elbow to the face. Bond then delivers an elbow drop to Braydon. Cami then delivers a leg drop to Braydon. Bond then picks up Braydon, scoops him up from the side and delivers a jumping backbreaker. Cami then picks up Braydon, delivers an inverted atomic drop and follows up with a russian leg sweep. The crowd cheers. Bond then picks up Braydon and whips him into the ropes. When Braydon comes back, Bond throws a clothesline. Braydon ducks the clothesline, but Cami connects with a dropkick that knocks him down. The crowd cheers. Shen then picks up Braydon and goes for a suplex, but Braydon blocks it. So she tightens her grip and goes for another suplex. But again, Braydon blocks it. Bond then walks over, stands next to Cami, grabs Braydon and the two deliver a double suplex. The crowd cheers. Cami then goes for the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Bond drags Cami off of Braydon and goes for the cover on Braydon himself. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cami grabs Bond by the legs and drags him off of Braydon. Clement: Looks like things are about to come to a head in this one. Grayson: I knew that teamwork wouldn't last long. Once Bond gets back up to his feet, the two get into an argument over pinning Braydon. Bond then puts his hands up and motions to turn away... only to turn right back and knock Cami down with a hard right hand to the face. The crowd cheers. Clement: Bond rocks Cami with that right hand. Not the most gentlemanly thing to do. But there's a shot at the FGA Championship on the line. Those just don't come by every day. He then picks up Cami and whips her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Bond goes for a clothesline. But Cami ducks and runs into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Bond goes for a back elbow to the face. But again, Cami ducks and heads into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Bond knocks her down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . Cami kicks out. Bond picks up Cami and moves her into the corner. He then unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts that nearly drive the air out of her. Bond then takes Cami and whips her into the opposite corner. Bond charges into the corner, but Cami nails him with an elbow to the face. The crowd cheers. As Bond stumbles back, Cami hops through the ropes, springboards onto the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with a flying cross body block. The crowd cheers. But Bond rolls through it and hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cami gets her shoulder up. Grayson: She almost got beat there. Bond picks her up and goes for a vertical suplex. But Cami slips down from behind and quickly rolls him up with an O'Connor Roll to cheers from the crowd. ONE! . . TWO! . . Bond uses the strength in his legs to kick out, forcing her off of him and into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Braydon knocks her down with a clothesline. The crowd cheers. As Bond gets back up, Braydon runs over and knocks him down with a clothesline. The crowd cheers. Braydon then picks up Bond and whips him into the corner. He then goes over, picks up Cami and whips her into Bond. While both of them are in the corner, Braydon sizes them up before charging into the corner. He goes for a corner body avalanche on both grapplers. But Cami moves out of the way, causing Bond to get the brunt of the force. The crowd cheers as Bond crumbles from out of the corner. When Braydon turns around, Cami delivers a stiff kick to the chest. She then follows up with a knife-edge chop. She then steps back and nails Braydon with another stiff kick to the chest. She follows back up with another chop. Cami goes for another stiff kick. This time Braydon catches her foot. But Cami counters with an enzuigiri that knocks him down to cheers from the crowd. She pushes him over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Bond breaks up the pin with a stomp to the back. Clement: Cami almost had it. But Bond was right there to break it up. Grayson: That's the thing with these multi-man matches. You always have to be on guard. Bond picks up Cami, turns her around and rocks her with a right hand, sending her stumbling into the ropes. But Cami bounces off the ropes, ricochets back over to Bond and nails him with a forearm strike. The crowd cheers. Bond goes for another punch. But Cami blocks it and counters with another forearm strike. She then nails him with a series of forearm strikes to cheers from the crowd. But her momentum is stopped once Bond hits her with a quick knee strike to the midsection. While Cami is doubled over, Bond grabs her and delivers a jumping faceplant to cheers from the crowd. He turns her over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Braydon drags Bond off of Cami. Clement: And now Braydon makes the save. Braydon picks up Bond and nails him with a series of rights and lefts to the midsection. He then grabs Bond and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Braydon bends over to set up a back body drop. But Bond stops himself, grabs Braydon and then tosses him through the ropes and onto the apron. Bond quickly reaches through the ropes, grabs Braydon, drags him into position across the second rope and plants him with the Rejection. The crowd cheers. Bond turns him over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cami goes for a jumping elbow drop on Braydon. But Bond moves out of the way, causing Braydon to get hit with the elbow drop. Bond quickly makes the cover again on Braydon. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cami breaks up the pin with a soccer kick to the side of the head. The crowd cheers. Grayson: I heard that one from all the way back here. Cami picks up Bond and goes for an irish whip. When Bond comes back, Cami bends over to set up a back body drop. But again, Bond stops himself, grabs Cami and tosses her through the ropes and onto the apron. Clement: Uh oh. Grayson: I imagine that a woman as beautiful as Cami has never been rejected in here life. Well, she's about to face some Rejection real quick. As Bond reaches through the ropes to grab her, she nails him with a forearm strike to the face that sends him stumbling back. As Bond shakes it off and heads back over towards the ropes, Cami gets up on the apron, springboards onto the top rope, leaps off and takes him down with a flying headscissors takeover. The crowd cheers. Bond gets back up, but Cami runs over and knocks him down with a jumping spinning back elbow. The crowd cheers. As Bond gets up, Cami grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Cami knocks him down with a jumping calf kick. The crowd cheers. Cami then gets up and points to the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers. Clement: Cami D. Magna is on a roll! Braydon is down! Bond is down! And she may be going to the top to finish this thing off! We may be looking at the next number one contender! Cami steps through the ropes, climbs the turnbuckles and waits for Bond to get up. Once Bond gets up and turns around, Cami goes for a flying cross body block. But Bond counters with a snap powerslam to cheers from the crowd. He hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . . Braydon breaks up the pin with a leg drop to the back of the head. Clement: He almost had her there. Braydon picks up Bond and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Braydon knocks him down with a lariat. The crowd cheers. Braydon then runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a running senton. But Bond gets his knees up, causing Braydon to crash back-first across them. The crowd cheers. Bond then picks up Braydon and whips him into the ropes. When Braydon comes back, Bond picks him up, turns and throws him down with a spinebuster. The crowd cheers as Braydon arches his back in pain. Bond then picks him up, grabs him and brings him down with the End of Days. The crowd cheers as Bond turns him over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREEE! "You Know My Name" blasts over the PA to cheers from the crowd. Cruz: Here is your winner and NEW number one contender, CHRIS BOND! Bond gets his arm raised in victory to cheers from the crowd. Clement: Chris Bond did get! Chris Bond gets the win and will now face Chris Q at Only The Strong Survive for the FGA Championship! Grayson: I'm not totally surprised that he won. But I've got to say that Cami nearly had this match won. But she took way too much time playing up to the crowd. And it's the one thing that I hate because it always, always, always causes these people to lose. That idiot Ryan Kidd always did that and look at him now. He's out of a job. Don't be like him. Be a winner and take advantage of the situation. That's what Bond did and that's why he's facing Chris Q and why Cami and Braydon are on the outside looking in. Bond climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers soon turn to boos as Chris Q steps through the curtain. The FGA Champion slings the FGA Championship belt across his shoulder. Bond points at him and moves his hands around his waist. But Chris just shakes his head. He then begins to make his way down to the ring to more boos from the crowd. Clement: Could we be getting ourselves a preview of Only The Strong Survive? Grayson: It looks like it to me. Bond hops down and begins to pace back and forth as Chris Q approaches the ring. After climbing up onto the apron, Chris steps through the ropes. He walks right over to Bond, slowly takes off his shades and flings them to the outside. He then takes the FGA Championship belt from off his shoulder and lays it down between the two of them. Bond looks down at the belt, then back up at Q. Chris Q gestures towards the belt, as if to say "if you want it, come and get it." Bond looks back down at the belt, then back up at Q. After staring Q in the eyes, Bond slowly kneels down. Just as he grabs the belt, Q stomps on the belt, pressing it firmly against the canvas to boos from the crowd. Bond immediately stands up and the two have a staredown. Grayson: Go ahead, Chris. Knock him out. Drop him with The Compactor. Give him a preview of what's to come. You've already punked him out. Finish him off. The two begin having words to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as officials and referees from the back run down to the ring. They quickly get in and step between both Bond and Q before things turn physical. "You Know My Name" starts up again as Bond looks at Q and raises his arms in the air to cheers from the crowd. But Chris Q doesn't look at all impressed. He exits the ring, turns back and holds up his FGA Championship belt with one arm to boos from the crowd. |
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