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Post by FGA Office on Jul 6, 2013 21:55:04 GMT -5
Frontier Lions Cup Qualifying Match
Johnny Karma vs. Serena Raine The arena lights flash a myriad of different colours in tune with John Bonham’s epic drum intro to “When the Levee Breaks” fills the arena, and at the exact microsecond that the flawless combination of Robert Plant’s harmonica and 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, coming to a stop on top of the ramp to blow a kiss to all his fans in attendance who paid to see him and only him this evening, at which point Cherry Baum appears by his side to present him to the crowd, before he starts to walk down to the ring. Clement: Johnny Karma is coming fresh off of a loss against Wayne Carruthers at All-Star Showdown II. Grayson: I still have no idea how that happened. No man that fat should be able to slither out of the ring with a win. Karma struts down the ramp towards the ring, making sure not a single hair is out of place on his head, greeting his adoring public as they address him whilst he walks down to the ring. 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 bounding up the ring steps and stepping through the gap Cherry has created for him into the ring. Karma briskly 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. 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, let's be honest, most importantly...hailing from Queens, NYC, and weighing in at a super-cool 233lbs – he is sex in CT and will break your Hartford...he is JOHNNY KARMA! [Cherry steps aside and invites the crowd to cheer as Johnny K steps into the centre of the ring to remove his jacket, accepting the microphone from Cherry] Johnny Karma: Ladies, ladies and…ladies. [Karma flicks his head from side to side, keeping his hair in place] Johnny Karma: Tonight, from the heart of the "entertainment" industry I will bring wrestling back to the masses, as the Young Lion that is J-to-the-K-to-the-arma faces off against someone a lot less threatening than a lion. A kitten, maybe? [Karma looks to Cherry and shrugs] Karma: No, not a kitten, kittens are cute - I'll tell you what I will be facing...tonight, the Karmic Lion will face off against the blue-haired otter. And win, obviously, but you knew that already. The lights begin to stutter and flicker as the beginning of "Broken Frames" hits the sound system. The lights take on a dark tone and Serena Raine pushes her way through the curtain as the first words kick in. She stands at the top of the ramp, peering around the crowd from behind her mane of multicolored hair. She gives a small nod before beginning to make her way down the ramp, slapping some hands along the way. Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is a Qualifying Round Match in the Frontier Lions Cup. Introducing his opponent, now residing out of Ottawa, Ontario, Canada by way of Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada. Weighing in at 145 pounds... SERENA RAINE! She reaches the ring and pulls herself on to the apron, where she stops, raising an arm before dipping herself into the ring. She makes her way to a ring post and hoists herself to the top, where she smiles cooly and raises a single arm once more, before dropping back in. Clement: Serena Raine making her FGA in-ring debut tonight. And she could make one hell of a statement by humbling that loudmouth Karma. Grayson: Easier said than done. I'm sure she's a capable grappler. But this is Johnny karma we're talking about here. This is like throwing her to the wolves. or a lion, to be more appropriate. The bell sounds as both wrestlers circle the ring. They then lock up. Raine quickly places Karma in a side headlock. But Karma shoves her off of him and into the ropes. When Raine comes back, Karma takes her down with a drop toe hold to boos from the crowd. He quickly rolls across her back and goes for a side headlock. But Raine slips out and counters into a hammerlock to cheers from the crowd. The ref asks Karma is he wants to give up. But Karma refuses to quit. After battling his way back up to his feet, Karma leans forward and reverses into a hammerlock of his own. The crowd boos. He quickly spins Raine around and tries to set her up for Instant Karma. But Raine grabs Karma around the waist and rams him back-first into the corner. The crowd cheers. She then delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. She then brings Karma from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Karma reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Raine comes back, Karma bends over to set up a back body drop. Raine counters with a sunset flip. But Karma rolls through it and rolls up to his feet. He goes for a running soccer kick to the face. But Raine rolls out of the way and gets up to her feet. When Karma turns around, Raine runs over and knocks him down with a dropkick. The crowd cheers. Karma gets back up, but Raine knocks him back down to cheers from the crowd. As Karma gets up, Raine throws him down with an arm drag to cheers from the crowd. As Karma gets up, Raine grabs his arm, wrings it, nails him with a hard knee to the chest and follows up with an axe kick to the back of the neck that knocks him down. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Karma kicks out. Clement: How about that? Serena Raine is not one bit intimidated by Karma. And it's shown as she has been taking it to him thus far. Grayson: Beginner's luck, that's all this is. Raine picks up Karma and goes for a vertical suplex. But Karma blocks it. So Raine goes for another vertical suplex but again, Karma blocks it. He then lifts Raine up and heads over towards the ropes. He goes to throw her down across the top rope with a front suplex. But He overshoots the mark as Raine lands safely on her feet on the apron. She then lunges through the ropes and nails Karma with a shoulder thrust, sending him stumbling back. Raine then springboards onto the top rope, leaps off and takes him down with a flying hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Karma kicks out. Clement: I hope Karma hasn't taken Raine lightly. Grayson: Look, there is still plenty of time left okay? OKAY? Raine picks up Karma and whips him into the ropes. But Karma hooks both arms around the top rope, stopping his momentum. Raine sees this and darts over towards him. Karma ducks and dumps her over the top rope with a fireman's carry. Raine lands safely on her feet on the apron. She throws a right hand, but Karma blocks and knocks her off the apron with Sugar Ray Karma to boos from the crowd. Grayson: Ha, you see that? I told you Karma wasn't out of this match. Told you! As Raine gets up, Karma runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he runs towards the ropes, slides and connects with This is for the Front Row, knocking her down to boos from the crowd. Karma picks her up, rolls her back into the ring, rolls himself back in and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Raine kicks out. Karma picks her up and whips her into the ropes. When Raine comes back, Karma goes for a back elbow to the face. But Raine ducks and runs into the ropes. When Raine comes back, Karma knocks her down with a running high knee to the face. The crowd boos. He then picks her up and delivers Karma Supla to boos from the crowd. ONE! . . TWO! . . Raine kicks out. Karma picks her up, brings her into the corner and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. He then takes Raine and whips her into the opposite corner. Karma runs across the ring, but he runs right into a boot to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Karma turns around and stumbles away from the corner, Raine hoists herself up onto the middles ropes, jumps off and drives him down with a diving bulldog to cheers from the crowd. Raine turns him over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Karma gets his shoulder up. Clement: Karma has not been able to control this match for any large periods of time. I think we might have an upset on our hands. Grayson: I think you might just need to be quiet, okay? Raine picks up Karma and goes for an irish whip. But Karma reverses and sends her into the ropes. When Raine comes back, Karma bends over to set up a back body drop. But Raine counters with a high knee lift to cheers from the crowd. While Karma stands there dazed, Raine runs back into the ropes. When Raine comes back, Karma goes for a clothesline. But Raine ducks, floats over across his back and brings him down with a crucifix pin to cheers from the crowd. ONE! . . TWO! . . Karma kicks out. Clement: OH, so close As both grapplers get up, Raine runs over and goes for a clothesline. This time, Karma ducks and applies a full nelson from behind. The crowd boos. Karma blocks his hands tights as he pushes down on the back of Raine's neck. The ref asks Raine if she wants to give up. When Raine refuses to quit, Karma lifts her up and throws her down with a full nelson slam. The crowd boos as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO . . Raine gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Karma picks up Raine and goes for a vertical suplex. But she slips down from behind and rolls him up with an O'Connor Roll to cheers from the crowd. ONE! . . TWO! . . Karma kicks out to boos from the crowd. As both wrestlers get up, Raine meets him with a kick to the midsection, followed by a right hands to the face. She then grabs Karma and whips him into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Raine takes him down with an STO backbreaker to cheers from the crowd. She then picks up Karma and delivers a lung blower to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Karma gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd. Clement: And again, Karma narrowly escapes. Grayson: Would you just stop it! You act as if he's hanging on by a thread. Clement: He is! Raine picks him up and goes for an irish whip. But Karma reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Raine comes back, Karma bends over to set up a back body drop. But Raine counters with a rotating neckbreaker to cheers from the crowd. She then gets up, steps through the ropes and makes her way up the turnbuckles. Once she reaches the top, she waits for Karma. When Karma gets up and turns around, Raine leaps off and goes for a flying lariat. But Karma catches her in mid air, turns and throws her down with a spinebuster to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover. Grayson: Bam! It's over! ONE! . . TWO! . . Raine gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Karma can't believe it. Grayson: I can't believe it either, Karma. Clement: Karma nearly threw her through the canvas with that hard spinebuster. But Raine mustered up enough strength to get her shoulder up. Karma picks her up and applies a bearhug. The crowd boos as Raine can be seen ringing in pain. The ref asks her if she wants to give up. When she refuses to quit, Karma squeezes tighter to boos from the crowd. Raine then nails Karma with a forearm to the side of the head. She then nails him with another... and another... and another. Raine then reaches back with both arms before nailing Karma with a bell clap to the ears, breaking the hold. As Karma covers his ears in pain, Raine runs into the ropes. When see comes back, Karma knocks her down with Check Your Chiclets. The crowd boos. He then steps through the ropes, climbs up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with the Kickass Angel to boos from the crowd. He hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! “When the Levee Breaks” blares throughout the building as the crowd erupts with boos. Cruz: Here is your winner, JOHNNY KARMA! Cherry Baum gets in the ring and raises Karma's arm to boos from the crowd. Grayson: YES! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Phew! Clement: You DO know he's only qualified, right? As you've been saying all night, the finals is a long ways away. Grayson: It's simply a formality, Kev. Johnny Karma will be your 2013 Frontier Lions Cup winner. And he will follow in the steps of A.J. Fairchild by riding the momentum of this tournament win to an FGA Championship. Clement: Well that certainly remains to be seen.... |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 6, 2013 22:03:07 GMT -5
The camera cuts to backstage where Jacques Mercier, dressed in street clothes, is standing with Justice Young. Even though he has just been defeated by Michael Tomkins, Jacques is smiling from ear to ear.
Justice Young: I’m standing with Jacques Mercier, and Jacques you seem a little happy considering you lost your match earlier tonight.
Jacques Mercier: I am happy, Justice. I’m happy that I got another chance to be in the ring again. I’m happy that once again, I got the chance to connect to the FGA universe. Hell, I’m happy my one and done match was with a talented man like Michael Tomkins. He and I used to have a mutual respect for one another, but now that seems to be a bit one-sided.
Justice Young: Indeed. Lately we have seen a more tenacious and relentless Michael Tompkins and there was belief that if anyone could challenge him, it was you.
Jacques Mercier: And why wouldn’t there be? I’ve slayed an unstoppable beast before so why couldn’t I do it again?
Justice Young: Why indeed? That brings me to my main question. Why weren’t you able to defeat Tomkins this go around? What happened? Was a lack of focus? Was it the amount of time away from wrestling? Was it the pressure of potentially letting the fans down?
Jacques Mercier: I got beat, plain and simple. Tomkins is the better wrestler between us at the moment and I won’t take that away from him by running away from it and making excuses.
Justice Young: You said at the moment. Are you hinting at a potential return to FGA?
Jacques chuckles.
Jacques Mercier: Not at the moment. As much fun as this was, I have other responsibilities in my life right now that have to come before fun. But hey, if it’s in the cards then maybe someday we’ll be see “Black Magic” back here again. I wish every member on the roster the best of luck and hope they understand what it means to be a FGA grappler. This is the best damn company in the world and none of them ought to take it for granted. Respect. Achieve. Ascend.
Justice Young: Wise words from one of FGA’s most memorable stars. Jacques, we wish you the best as well.
Justice sticks out his hand and Jacques gladly shakes it.
Jacques Mercier: Thank you Justice. It’s been an honor for me to be here tonight.
The two men release their grips. Jacques then turns and heads towards the back exit of the arena, the camera panning away from Justice to show only Jacques’ back as he walks away. He opens the door but stops to turn towards the camera. The camera zooms in on Jacques’ face, an expression of regret on his face. He opens his mouth to say something, but opts not to and gives the camera a weak smile before walking out of the door. The door slams shut behind him, sending an echo throughout the backstage area, as the scene fades to black.
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 6, 2013 22:08:51 GMT -5
(The fans were still abuzz about the previous contest. It’s why they’ve been so loyal; it’s not just some sappy storyline that keeps them coming back. It’s the action.
“You Know My Name” starts to play over the loud speakers. The fans jump to their feet [well, those who weren’t already on it, anyways] and start to scream and shout.
Stepping out from behind the infamous curtain, Chris Bond emerges from the belly of the beast. Wearing a pair of jeans and a faded FGA t-shirt, the former Number One Contender marches his way to the ring.
His face is colder than usual; his trademark smirk vanished from his face. His eyes are looking tired and something seems to have been raking over his mind these last couple of days.
As he makes his way through the ropes, and stepping towards the other side for a microphone. One can’t help but wonder what exactly is going on.
He’s promptly handed a microphone, and Bond slowly marches toward the center of the ring. Upon arrival, he simply stands there and stares out over the mass of adoring fans.
His left hand reaches up, slowly wiping over his mouth. His right hand clenches the microphone and brings it up to his lips.)
Chris Bond: You know, I’ve been in this game a long time. I say game instead of business because I do this for the thrill, not the paycheck. I’ve traveled the world. I’ve won championship gold in many promotions. I’ve battled the best, and I’ve gone to war with some of the nastiest sons of bitches around. And I’ve enjoyed ever single minute of it.
(The fans let out a cheer, I mean, who wouldn’t cheer when someone just described battling bad guys for a living? Commie.)
Chris Bond: And in that time, I’ve been cheered and I’ve been booed. I’ve had my ups and God knows I’ve had my downs. From a DUI up in Canada, to my battles with alcohol and prescription drug addictions. I’ve loved and I’ve lost. And I wouldn’t trade a minute of it. I’d do it all over again, because the ride has been thoroughly enjoyable.
(A small sea of unrest starts to spread over the fans. They’re not liking where this could go. Bond licks at his bottom lip. You can tell he’s struggling with this.)
Chris Bond: I always told myself that I’d know when it was time. That when this body fell apart, that when I just simply couldn’t do it anymore… I’d know.
(His voice slightly cracks, and he tries to choke down his ego by eating this piece of humble pie.)
Chris Bond: My battles with Chris Q over these last couple of months have weighed heavily upon me. I’ve been battling myself more than my opponents. Chris Q is a hell of a champion. He’s a miserable, despicable human being; but as FGA Heavyweight Champion, I can tell you, he’s as tough as they come.
(A chorus of boo’s reigns down upon him; it’s not for him, but whom he’s describing.)
Chris Bond: In my short tenure here, I’ve battled the best of them. From Q to Pooler to ever that little self-aggrandizing rat, Dom Harter. And in those contests, I’ve won some and I’ve lost some. I’ve put on showcases of pure wrestling and I’ve engaged in to total fucking fist fights…
(An eruption of cheers. Not really sure if it was for the violence or the swearing… but hey, we don’t judge.)
Chris Bond: And it’s why I’m finding this so hard. Because I look back at my match with Bob Pooler, an icon of this industry… and I know why I got into this game to begin with. The thrill, the pure drive of athleticism. The idea that coming out on top wasn’t necessarily that important, as long as the battle was memorable.
(The fans let anther massive cheer roll across them like the sea on a windy day. A small smile forms across his face, however half-hearted it may be.)
Chris Bond: I just want you all to know, I’ve enjoyed every single minute of it. I’ve loved playing your hero and I’ve had the time of my life being your villain. But now…
(He takes a deep breath.)
Chris Bond: Now, I find just don’t know. I’m at this crossroad where I don’t know what to do. Chris Q has been honest with you from the start. While he’s been a douche nozzle and a horrible excuse for a person, the one thing he’s been has been honest.
And I haven’t even been honest with myself.
(Yeah, it’s starting to get weird. His eyes dart all over the place. A little bit of booing can be heard.)
Chris Bond: I’ve had this belief that just having enough heart would be enough. When you battle the Big Bad, all you need is drive and heart, right? That all of the good and the light would vanquish the bad and the darkness.
I was a fool to think I could go into a gun fight carrying a knife…
I wasn’t up to the challenge. And I let you all down.
(Nooo, they say. A little more booing can be heard. They don’t like where this going.)
Chris Bond: And for that I’m sorry. I really, truly am.
I climbed up on that noble stead, and I rode into battle without my sword, without my shield, and without my armor.
I failed at slaying the beast; I…I didn’t vanquish the Big Bad. I couldn’t vanquish the Big Bad.
(Another chorus of boos starts to fill the small facility.)
Chris Bond: I’ve let you guys down and I, I really just let myself down along with it.
(His face starts to distort with all kinds of emotion. Anger, and sadness. Hurt, and displeasure. The fans start to cheer for him, hoping this isn’t the end… He attempts to choke down any kind of regret he may be feeling.)
Chris Bond: I’m not sure that this is the end… I don’t know what else to do…
(His bottom lip trembles and he just shakes his head.)
Chris Bond: I just really don’t know…
(And with that he lowers his head and exit’s the ring. He makes his way down the steps, placing the microphone at the top of the stairs. He keeps his eyes down, avoiding eye contact for the most part. No music plays, no fans are on their feet cheering his name. Everyone is unsure of the situation.
As he reaches the curtain, he stops, and he raises his head. The fans cheer slightly, maybe taking this as a sign, that he isn’t done. But he just turns back for one last look, and shakes his head before parting the curtain and merging with the shadows behind.)
Clement: No. No! This can't be it. This can't be the end of Chris Bond. He's got so much more to give.
Grayson: He's got nothing! Let me tell you something. That man you just saw in that ring was not the same man who walked through those doors in January. He's a legend, no doubt about it. But he's not Chris Q. He's not the Big Bad. He's not FGA Champion material!
Clement: How dare you!
Grayson: How dare I? It's the truth! Why else do you think he just tucked his tail between his legs and ran. Having a feel good story doesn't win you championships. Talent does. And for as talented as he still may be, he is NOT Chris Q. Chris Q BROKE him. He broke him physically, mentally and emotionally. That, combined with the rest of the baggage that Bond has? Well, you just saw the outcome in that ring. For his sake and for his family's sake, I'm glad he's stepping away. Because if he EVER got in the ring with Chris Q again, he wouldn't walk out, let alone ever walk again.
Clement: You should be ashamed of yourself. I think I speak for all of FGA Nation when I say that we want Chris Bond back. And whenever he wants to come back, he'll be accepted with open arms.
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 6, 2013 22:16:30 GMT -5
Frontier Lions Cup Qualifying Match
Kevin Hardaway vs. X-Spot With the lights going dim, the beginning of "The Hangman's Body Count" by Volbeat began to play. Walking through the curtain first was Jonathan Valentine, walking forward, stopping with his trademarked black and silver walking cane. Looking behind him, out walked slowly 'The Greatest Show on Earth' X-Spot. His cold steel blue eyes slowly peering around to the boo'ing crowd, taking a deep breath, the anger in his eyes evident. Looking forward back to Mr. Valentine, the two of them walked forward slowly with Mr. Valentine throwing insults to the crowd, mocking them a bit as X-Spot just followed behind him slowly, his eyes focused on the ring in front of him. Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is a Qualifying Round Match in the Frontier Lions Cup. Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Jonathan Valentine. Now residing in Parts Unknown, weighing in at 195 pounds. He is “The Greatest Show on Earth”, X-SPOT! Making their way to the ring, Mr. Valentine walked over to the steel steps and climbed up them, into the ring as X-Spot slid into the ring. Getting to his feet, X-Spot walked to the middle of the ring and dropped down to his knee's as Mr. Valentine stood behind him. X-Spot slowly closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he slowly pushed his arms to the side, stretching them out and swinging them up, then down in a circle before bringing his hands to his chest, his hands together like he was saying a prayer. Jonathan Valentine stood behind him and raised his cane high into the air as X-Spot stared at hands before slowly standing back up and walked to the corner, sitting down indian style as Mr. Valentine got out of the ring, X-Spot sitting there in the corner, looking forward waiting for the bell to ring. Clement: There a lot of hype behind this masked man... Grayson: And with good reason. The things that he can do in that ring? They defy gravity. Kevin Hardaway may be the favorite. But I think we are going to finally get the first upset in this Frontier Lions Cup. The house lights go out in the arena as the opening of "Violence (Enough is Enough)" by A Day to Remember flares up. Strobe lights begin to go insane when the vocals blare out of the sound system as Kevin Hardaway appears in the entry way. The crowd is thrilled seeing him as Kevin inhales before he makes his way down the ring. Cruz: And his opponent, from Baltimore, Maryland. Weighing in at 229 pounds. He is “Unbreakable” KEVIN HARDAWAY! A few hands get slapped away as once Kevin is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron. The lights are back to normal as they enter the ring as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and goes up to the top buckle. Some take pictures as he steps down, inhaling once more as he does the same thing on the other side of the ring before backing into the corner as he then waits for the match to begin as his entrance song fades off. Clement: Kevin Hardaway nearly did the unthinkable. Back at All-Star Showdown II in Steel Cage Mayhem, Hardaway stepped into that ring outnumber by all three members of The Murder. And he almost defeated all three of them, too. Grayson: Well isn't that nice. We're giving A's for effort now? He failed. Just like he failed to beat Chandler at Only the Strong Survive. Clement: But he certainly played a part in his downfall to J.T. Cash. Grayson: Oh? You mean when he screw Chandler out of the Pride Championship? Clemen: Like he screwed over Hardaway at Unsanctioned? The bell sounds as both men head to the center of the ring and lock up. Hardaway quickly uses his strength advantage to shove X-Spot, sending him stumbling back towards the ropes. The crowd cheers. After regaining his balance, X-Spot circles the ring. He inches closer and closer towards Hardaway. X-Spot motions for a collar & elbow tie-up. But he ducks the tie-up and applies a waistlock from behind. Hardaway quickly elbows him in the face and performs a standing switch, applying a waistlock of his own from behind. X-Spot then elbows Hardaway in the face and throws him down with a side headlock takeover. Hardaway quickly counters into a leg scissors headlock. But X-Spot is able to escape with a kip up. Hardaway then scurries to his feet as X-Spot runs into the ropes. When X-Spot comes back, Hardaway throws a lariat. But X-Spot ducks and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he leaps up and delivers a flying headscissors takeover to boos from the crowd. Hardaway gets back up, but X-Spot throws him down with a mexican arm drag. The crowd boos. As Hardaway gets up, X-Spot grabs him and goes for an irish whip. But Hardaway reverses, sending him into the ropes. When X-Spot comes back, Hardaway scoops him up for a pendulum backbreaker. But X-Spot counters into a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover. The crowd boos. As Hardaway gets up, X-Spot runs over and connects with a dropkick, sending Hardaway stumbling through the ropes and onto the apron. As Hardaway picks himself up on the apron, X-Spot runs into the corner, springboards onto the middle turnbuckle, rebounds back and dropkicks Hardaway off the apron and to the floor. The crowd boos. Grayson: How about that? He looks rather breakable to me. Clement: I don't know about that. But X-Spot has certainly lived up to his nickname thus far. He's been bouncing like a pinball all around that ring and he's clearly caught Hardaway offguard. As Hardaway gets up on the outside, X-Spot steps out onto the apron. When Hardaway turns around, X-Spot runs along the apron, leaps off and takes him down with a flying hurricanrana to boos from the crowd. He then picks up Hardaway, rolls him into the ring, rolls himself back in and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Hardaway kicks out. X-Spot picks him up and nails him with a knife-edge chop before whipping him into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, X-Spot goes for a hip toss. But Hardaway blocks it. X-Spot goes for another hip toss but again, Hardaway blocks it. He then punches X-Spot in the midsection and counters with a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . X-Spot kicks out. Hardaway picks up X-Spot and shoves him into the corner. He then makes his way into the corner and unleashes a series of shoot kicks to the chest. The crowd cheers. Hardaway then grabs X-Spot and whips him into the opposite corner. Hardaway runs across the ring and goes for a rolling koppu kick. But X-Spot moves out of the way, causing Hardaway to connect with nothing but the turnbuckles. The crowd boos. As Hardaway slowly turns and lays in a seated position in the corner, X-Spot runs into the corner, hops onto the middle ropes, hops onto the top turnbuckle, backflips off and connects with the Xtreme Stomp to boos from the crowd. Grayson: Did you just see that!? Clement: I saw it and Hardaway definitely felt it! He then drags Hardaway from out of the corner before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Hardaway gets his shoulder up. Grayson: How did Hardaway get his shoulder up after that? I'm surprised his face wasn't caved in. X-Spot picks him up, brings him into the corner and slams his head onto the top turnbuckle. After turning Hardaway around, X-Spot snapmares him from out of the corner. He then runs from out of the corner and connects with a dropkick to the back of the head to boos from the crowd. X-Spot gets up and runs into the ropes. When X-Spot comes back, he goes for Greatness Personified. But Hardaway rolls out of the way, causing X-Spot to connect with nothing but canvas to cheers from the crowd. Clement: The reliance on acrobatics may have cost X-Spot with that one. Grayson: But can Hardaway even capitalize? As X-Spot gets up, Hardaway comes up from behind and kicks his left leg out from under him. The crowd cheers. X-Spot gets back up but Hardaway runs and kicks the leg out from under him again. The crowd cheers. As X-Spot gets back up, Hardaway delivers a series of shoot kicks to the inside and outside portions of the left leg. One last shoot kick to the leg brings X-Spot down to one knee. Hardaway then runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he nails X-Spot in the face with a Bakatare Sliding Kick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . X-Spot gets his shoulder up. Clement: X-Spot got nailed right in the face with that hard sliding kick. But he gets his shoulder up in time. Grayson: I bet wearing that mask certainly helped. Hardaway picks up X-Spot and nails him with a forearm strike to the face, sending him stumbling into the ropes. But X-Spot bounces off the ropes and nails Hardaway with a right hand. He nails Hardaway with another punch... and another. He then heads into the ropes. When X-Spot comes back, Hardaway hoists him in the air. As X-Spot falls down, Hardaway nails him with a European Uppercut to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . X-Spot gets his shoulder up. Clement: Only two! Did you see the hangtime that X-Spot got up there? Hardaway picks up X-Spot and whips him hard into the corner. As X-Spot stumbles out, Hardaway throws him down with a big back body drop to cheers from the crowd. He then heads into the corner, hoists himself up onto the middle ropes and waits for X-Spot. When X-Spot gets up and turns around, Hardaway goes for a diving European Uppercut. But X-Spot catches him in mid air with a spinning heel kick to boos from the crowd. Clement: What a perfectly timed counter by X-Spot! As Hardaway holds the back of his head in pain, X-Spot crawls over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Hardaway gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. X-Spot picks up Hardaway, only to bring him back down with a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd boos. After dragging Hardaway into position, X-Spot heads into the corner. He then springboards onto the top turnbuckle and delivers a split-legged moonsault to boos from the crowd. But instead of going for the cover, X-Spot gets up, steps through the ropes, climbs up to the top turnbuckle and connects with a frog splash. The crowd boos as he hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Hardaway gets his shoulder up to cheers form the crowd. Valentine slaps the apron and holds up three fingers at the referee. Grayson: I thought it was three, too. Clement: It certainly wasn't. X-Spot picks up Hardaway and goes for an irish whip. But Hardaway reverses, whipping him hard chest-first into the corner. As X-Spot stumbles back, Hardaway goes for Disarm the Descent. But X-Spot flips over, lands on his feet and runs into the ropes. When X-Spot comes back, Hardaway connects with a step-up enzuigiri to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . X-Spot gets his shoulder up to the sound of sighs from the crowd. As Hardaway picks him up, X-Spot quickly rolls him up with a small package. The crowd boos. ONE! . . TWO! . . Hardaway shifts his weight, pinning X-Spot . . ONE! . . TWO! . . X-Spot kicks out to boos from the crowd. As both men get up, X-Spot goes for a running clothesline. But Hardaway ducks as X-Spot runs into the ropes. When X-Spot comes back, Hardaway turns him inside out with a Decap Lariat to cheers from the crowd. Hardaway then picks him up and whips him into the corner. Hardaway charges across the ring and connects with a corner shining wizard to cheers from the crowd. He then leads a dazed X-Spot from out of the corner, kicks him in the midsection, lifts him up onto his shoulders, turns, runs towards the center of the rind and throws him down with the Williams Driver. The crowd cheers. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! “Violence (Enough is Enough)” blasts over the PA as the crowd erupts into cheers. Cruz: Here is your winner, KEVIN HARDAWAY! Hardaway gets up and slowly raises his arms in the air to cheers from the crowd. Clement: Kevin Hardaway advances with the win. But X-Spot certainly has nothing to hang his head about. That was a heck of a match. Grayson: No false advertising here. X-Spot definitely lived up to his name. But Hardaway was just a teeny, tiny bit better. |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 6, 2013 22:21:48 GMT -5
One year ago, they invaded...One year ago, they struck first...
One year ago, we struck back...Now it all begins... again ...
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 6, 2013 22:22:23 GMT -5
“Ready or Not” hits the speakers and Heather Halliwell makes her way through the curtain. She’s not her usual smiling self and she barely pays the fans any mind as they give her a positive reception. She heads straight to the ring and slides in through the bottom rope. She walks across and holds out her hand for a mic, not saying a word. Once she receives it she paces for a few moments, rubbing her head.
Heather Halliwell: I haven’t really properly introduced myself or explained why I made my way here when I’m a mainstay in two other federations. As you know by now, I’m Heather Halliwell. I’m a glorified mid-carder in PDW and the number one contender to the Exodus Pro World Title in, obviously, Exodus Pro. But my career accomplishments aren’t why I already have some notoriety in FGA, are they?
The fans sense where she is going with this and there is a boo before she can even say his name. She nods, holding out her arms and shrugging, a contrite look on her face.
Heather Halliwell: Yeah, I hear you. And I completely understand, I really do. I came to FGA because someone I put my trust in, someone I loved, someone who is a former champion here, he talked it up. He told me it would be great if I came here and we could be together more and continue to dominate the wrestling business. It was as much a dream of mine, one I was more than happy to live, with him. But... As it turns out...
Heather pauses for a moment. She seems to be catching herself from saying something too over the top. She smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes.
Heather Halliwell: As it turns out, he turned out to be nothing more than a liar. A no good, dirty rat and a liar. But you, the good fans of FGA, already knew that about Dom Harter, didn’t you? Hell, it seemed as though EVERYONE knew that about him but me. I tried to ignore them, to look past some obvious character flaws and bad behavior, but it was all for naught. Turned out, Dom Harter was playing me just as much as he was playing other good people around him.
The crowd seems to agree with this. Heather begins to walk in circles as she continues.
Heather Halliwell: I was warned that Dom Harter is a disease, something dangerous and life threatening. He’ll drain you of any spirit, any life you have. He’ll make you think he’s something he’s not, that’s how he latches on and gets in your system. And little by little, he just sucks every little bit of fire you have inside of you, until you have broken down completely or just lost your mind. Something he learned from his precious Malcolm Drake, undoubtedly.
The crowd cheers as Heather goes on her tirade.
Heather Halliwell: In my case, he convinced me that he loved me, that I was the one for him. And I put on my blinders, I refused to see what was right in front of me. And while I gave him my complete love and trust, he was going behind my back, trying to be with another woman. A woman who is about as good for this world as he is. At first, I’d have rather killed him than see him with someone else... Now it’s obvious that they belong together. So... Where does that leave me? I came to FGA for him, didn’t I? So it would stand to reason that now things have gone to hell, I can skip out as quickly as I came in.
The fans seem to have a mixed reaction about this. Heather lets them go for a few moments before shaking her head no.
Heather Halliwell: Sorry to disappoint anyone, but you aren’t getting rid of me that easily. Why leave when I have the perfect chance to get even around here? I got mad... Now I just want my revenge. And I... Will... Have it.
Heather drops her mic as her music hits again, but it soon cuts out, replaced instead by ‘Superunknown’. The crowd jeer and boo mercilessly, their hate almost palpable as Dom appears from behind the curtain, a look of sheer anger on his face. He walks slowly down the aisle, never taking his eyes off Heather as she remains in the ring.
As Dom reaches the ring he climbs the steps and enters through the middle ropes, snatching the mic up from off the mat as he stands mere inches away from Heather.
Dom Harter: What the hell do you think you’re doing?
Heather Halliwell: What does it look like I’m doing, Dom? I’m getting some things off my chest. And I must say.
She takes a deep, exaggerated breath and holds out her arms, smiling up at him sweetly.
Heather Halliwell: It feels great.
Dom Harter: You have NO RIGHT to air my dirty laundry in front of these fans. So do me a favor, Heather, you want to get some things off your chest just shut your goddamn mouth! You can bitch and moan all you want in some Exodus promo, where nobody worth a damn will hear what drivel you have to say about me.
The fans boo Harter as he jabs his finger in Heather’s face at various points throughout his rant.
Dom Harter: But you will not dirty my name here, you will not ruin my reputation because you’re bitter. Because you’re jealous of some little skank. You want revenge? HIT ME!
Heather lets out an incredulous laugh as Dom rants in her face. She pushes his finger out of the way and looks up at him.
Heather Halliwell: Ruin your reputation here? Dirty your name? Who in the blue hell do you think you’re kidding? You’ve done those things all on your own! You never needed my help, but I gave it to you anyway.
She takes a step back, much to the displeasure of a crowd. They start chanting “Hit Him” to her, something that makes her shake her head.
Heather Halliwell: You are a sad, sorry excuse of a human being and my only regret is that it took me so long to see that. That I wasted four months of my life on YOU! I’m not going to hit you, Dom. I’ve had my say and you are no longer worth the effort.
Heather turns her back to him and attempts to leave the ring again, but she’s stopped by Dom who spins her around by the shoulder and grabs her around the throat.
Dom Harter: Fu--
He release his grip, pushing Heather backwards before he walks away, sliding out under the bottom rope, marching away up the aisle. Heather watches him leave, wide eyed and shaken before exiting the ring and slowly making her way to the back.
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 6, 2013 22:29:45 GMT -5
Pre-recorded video shows Johnny Blayze, who is not in the building this evening. He is wearing dark jeans with a black hood, the light is not very bright so we can only hear his voice and a few glimpses of his face, mostly covered in shadow.
Blayze: May Eleventh…Erie, Pennsylvania…I tried to deliver a message but was interrupted by one Alexia Brandt. She didn't want to hear my words then but now, after so many weeks, I believe they've crawled inside her pretty little head like an earworm waiting to hatch.
In spite of that, the message was never meant for her in the first place but rather for another. One who DID receive it loud and clear.
Chandler Scott.
His eyes were opened wide by my words on that night in Erie…and shortly thereafter he saw the need to escape the trappings of FGA for more prominent pastures in Pro Wrestling FRONTIER.
And very soon, a third will hear my calling and understand their true nature in life.
Brick by brick…roster member by roster member…the foundation of this company will be thrown into upheaval until there is nothing left but ash and stone.
Then…and only then…will my cause be complete.
[And fade.]
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 6, 2013 22:31:52 GMT -5
First Round of the Dynamic Duos Tournament
The Murder vs. ? The lights go out in the arena as Alice In Chain's “Man In The Box” starts playing over the speaker system. The strobe lights begin flickering on the entrance curtain in pace with the drum and base line until they reach a crescendo at the chorus and Malcolm Drake bursts through the curtain. Drake stops beyond the curtain, casting wary sideways glances at the fans along ringside. Dom Harter then steps out from behind the black curtain. He stands there, stroking his beard with a devilish grin on his face, not once taking his eyes off their opponents as he begins his slow, deliberate walk down the aisle. Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is a first round match in the Dynamic Duos Tournament. Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 418 pounds. They are the team of Malcolm Drake and Dom Harter... THE MURDER! Harter ignores most of the fans in attendance, their boos not affecting him as he climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring through the ropes. Drake recoils from those fans that attempt to touch him, screaming at them and smacking himself in the head along the way to the ring. Drake slides until the bottom rope on his stomach and crawls to the nearest turnbuckle corner, where he slumps his arms over the middle rope, staring out at the crowd. He turns back towards the ring, slouching in the corner; scratching his head and chest hair. Clement: Not exactly the best timing for Dom Harter's match since his gir.... ex, Heather Halliwell, just put all his dirty laundry out there. Grayson: There really is nothing like a woman scorned. I say he should just let go of her and focus on the task at hand. Besides, as long as he's got Malcolm Drake and Bob Pooler, he's got all he needs. Clement: You know what the said thing is? You just might by right about the Drake part. There seems to be an unhealthy level of control that he has over Dom. "Gimme Back My Bullets" by Lynyrd Skynyrd hits the PA. Dylan Daniels and Adrian Payne walk through the curtain side by side. Both are wearing matching black bands around their arms with "CCNX" in bold Carolina blue lettering. Cruz: And their opponent, weighing in at a combined weight of 487 pounds. They are the team of Dylan Daniels and Adrian Payne, the MID-ATLANTIC WRECKING CREW! They are quick to make their way to the ring; slapping hand with the fans on the way. Both men stand on the apron and play Rochambeau to see who starts. Clement: The Mid-Atlantic Wrecking Crew were not the original Mystery Team here tonight. This spot, according to my sources, were supposed to be the Carnival Connection. However, due to the unfortunate tragedy that happened at the end of Warped 80, their half brother Dylan Daniels has decided to pay tribute in memory of his fallen brothers. The bell sounds as Drake runs over and knocks down Daniels with a right hand. The crowd boos as he picks Daniels back up, only to knock him back down with a headbutt. Drake picks up Daniels and whips him into the corner. Drake charges into the corner and goes for a yakuza kick. But Daniels catches the foot and then shoves Drake down. After Drake rolls up to his feet, Daniels comes from out of the corner and knocks him down with a clothesline to cheers from the crowd. Drake gets back up, but Daniels knocks him down with another clothesline to cheers from the crowd. As Drake gets up, Daniels grabs him and goes for an irish whip. But Drake reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Daniels comes back, Drake bends over to set up a back body drop. But Daniel stops, hooks his arms and counters with a double underhook backbreaker to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Drake kicks out. Clement: What an upset this would be if the Wrecking Crew defeated The Murder in the first round? What a story it would be to see this team ride that wave all the way to the finals. Daniels picks up Drake and whips him into the corner. After running across the ring and connecting with a clothesline, Daniels reaches over and tags in Payne. The crowd cheers once Payne gets in the ring and unleashes a flurry of right hands to the midsection. He then brings Drake from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. Payne goes for a lariat, but Drake ducks. When Payne turns around, he turns right into a cutter from Drake. The crowd boos as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Payne kicks out. Drake picks up Payne, places him in a side headlock and rakes his eyes along the top rope, sending him stumbling onto the corner. As Drake made his way into the corner, he tags in Dom Harter. The crowd boos once Harter gets in and unleashes a flurry of right hands to the face. Grayson: I wonder if he imagines that's Heather he's punching. Clement: Stop it! After Payne is seated in the corner, Drake delivers series mudhole stomps this chest. Harter brings Payne up from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Payne come back., Harter goes for an overhead belly to belly suplex. But Payne blocks it and counters with a belly to belly suplex. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter kicks out. Payne picks up Harter and whips hi int the ropes. Daniels reaches over and nails him with a knee to the back. As Harter stumbles away from the ropes, Payne knocks him down with a boot to the face. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter kicks out. Payne reaches up and tags in Daniels. When Daniels gets in, the duo grabs Harter and delivers a double implant DDT to cheers from the crowd. Daniels makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter kicks out. Daniels picks up Harter and goes for an irish whip. But Harter reverses, sending Daniels into the corner. Harter then charges across the ring and connects with a flying double knee lift to the chest. Daniels crumbles from out of the corner as Harter begins to crawl his way back over to Drake. He then gets up and goes for the tag. But Payne applies a waistlock from behind. Harter then delivers three elbows to the face, performs a standing switch and shoves him into the ropes. When Payne comes back, Harter throws him down with a sitout spinebuster to boos from the crowd. As Harter turns and continues to crawl towards his corner, Daniels grabs him by the leg, turns him over, lifts up his other leg and delivers a stomp to the groin. The crowd cheers. Clement: And again, Harter is stopped from tagging in the fresh man. Daniels picks up Harter, grabs him from behind and goes for Nefarious Dreams. But Harter slips down from behind and shoves him into the ropes. When Daniels comes back, Harter throws him down with an overhead belly to belly suplex. The crowd boos. Grayson: Harter's got his opening. He may not be able to save his relationship. But he sure can save his place in the Dynamic Duos by tagging in Drake. After turning over, Harter crawls across the ring, dives over and tags Drake back on. The crowd boos as Drake gets in and puts the boots to Daniels. He picks up Daniels and goes for an irish whip. But Daniels reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Daniels bends over to set up a back body drop. But Drake stops, grabs Daniels and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd boos. But the boos turn to cheers when Payne spins Drake around and unleashes a series of right hands. He then takes Drake and whips him into the corner. Payne charges into the corner and goes for a clothesline. But Drake moves out of the way, causing Payne to collide with the turnbuckles. As Payne stumbles back, Drake blasts him in the back of the head with a roaring elbow to boos from the crowd. He then picks up Payne, grabs him by the arm and delivers the Mors Omnibus to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! “Man In The Box” blares throughout the building as the crowd erupts with boos. Cruz: Here are your winner, THE MURDER! Clement: The Murder were not at all effected by the thought of going up against mystery opponents. But they're next opponents will be no mystery as they go two on two with the U.K. Dragons in the semfiinals. That should be a great one. |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 6, 2013 22:41:26 GMT -5
Footage courtesy of Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER
Southampton Guildhall - June 30
Chandler: ...Fast forward to April of 2013, when I not only beat Kevin Hardaway just like I said I would. But I snapped his wrist like a Kit Kat bar and put him out of commission. I had won every single championship that company had to offer. And oh yeah, I also broke the Unbreakable. But was I shown any respect? Of course not.
As an outsider, I came into pwF, worked my way up to the top and captured one of the most prestigious prizes in all of wrestling – the GFC World Heavyweight Championship. Do you think that I was shown any respect by FGA? Do you think any of the guys over there congratulated me? Of course not. But let it had been Blaine Harrison. Or even better, let it had been Kevin Hardaway who did this. That company would be airing non-stop tribute marathons to that s.o.b. But me? I get absolutely nothing.
Respect. Achieve. Ascend. That used to be FGA’s slogan. Those words are what that company used to stand for. But I know first hand that it’s nothing but a bunch of BS. Ascend? I ascended to the top. Achieve? I’ve won everything there is to win in FGA. But Respect? RESPECT? Oh, I’ve shown FGA respect time and time and TIME again! But where was their respect? Where was their show of respect towards me? I stayed during the good times, the bad times and even the ugly times. While others constantly let you down, I exceeded expectations. While everyone else jumped ship, I remained on board. While every “big name” on the indy scene flocked to FGA once it became the hip new thing, I was there wrestling my ass off in front of 80 people at the goddamn Inman Sports Club!
(Chandler stares off into the crowd, now seething and trembling with anger.)
Chandler: I have always, ALWAYS been there for FGA. Yet what has it gotten me? Nothing but disrespect! Constantly being slapped… no, SPAT in the face! Constantly being overlooked so they can praise their golden boys like Ben Hanson or their new poster child Kevin Hardaway! But let me tell you something. I’m better than Hanson, better than Hardaway, better than Fairchild, better than Q, Bond, Harter, Drake. I’m better than every goddamn person that ever stepped foot in that company!
I am sick and tired of being called upon when it’s convenient for you. I’m tired of being the savior and getting nothing in return. I’m tired of being taken advantage of. As far as I’m concerned, this abusive relationship between myself and FGA…. it’s OVER!
(The fans begin to speculate amongst themselves as a wry smirk creeps out of the corner of Chandler’s mouth.)
Chandler: My contract with that company expired on June 25, mere days after All-Star Showdown II. They had approached me about signing an extension two weeks before that event. I never bothered to even turn past the first page. On June 26, they faxed over a new contract. Incentives, perks, the works. Here’s the contract. I was going to sign it….
(Chandler takes the contract out of his pocket. He holds it in the air, showing it to the crowd…..before ripping it into six or seven pieces and then flinging it in the air. The crowd cheers as the paper falls down around Chandler.)
Chandler: But I changed my mind! No longer will I be taken advantage of. No longer will I be disrespected. I’m not universally liked in the FRONTIER locker room. There’s some people here that can’t stand the sight of me. But you want to know what the difference is? They acknowledge my talent. They show me the respect that I’ve earned in the ring. And it doesn’t matter if they hate me or they like me, they congratulated me when I won the GFC World Heavyweight Championship – something that not one FGA “star” has done to this very day.
They say that home is where the heart is. Well, my heart is firmly with Frontier. Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER, that is.
(The crowd cheers as Chandler looks around with a smile on his face.)
Chandler: As far as I’m concerned, every single person in FGA, from the guys in the office, to the lowly referees, to the ring rats like Heather Halliwell and Camellia D. Magna, all the way up to that vagabond masquerading as a champion Chris Q. You can all go to hell!
August 25. FRONTIER vs FGA II. We’re coming. FRONTIER is coming. And we’re not just coming to prove that we’re the better wrestling company. That much is clearly a given. But we’re coming to put you out of your misery.
Veritas…
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 6, 2013 22:42:15 GMT -5
The house lights go out in the arena as the opening of "Violence (Enough is Enough)" by A Day to Remember flares up. Strobe lights begin to go insane when the vocals blare out of the sound system as Kevin Hardaway appears in the entry way. The crowd is thrilled seeing him as Kevin inhales before he makes his way down the ring. A few hands get slapped away as once Kevin is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron. The lights are back to normal as they enter the ring as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and goes up to the top buckle. Some take pictures as he steps down, inhaling once more as he does the same thing on the other side of the ring.
He asks for a microphone from the timekeeper, to which he obliges nicely. The crowd is firmly behind Hardaway, of course sparking up a “K-HARD! K-HARD!” chant, to which he smiles for a quick second before reaching the microphone up.
HARDAWAY: It’s funny. I should be standing here in complete and utter desperation. Look at what I’ve had to go through recently. At Unsanctioned, I was two steps away from getting a contract back to the company that revived my pro wrestling career. And yet…that didn’t happen. I lost, thanks to a bunch of douche bag yes men and their crusade. Then the following week, I’m in this six-man tag match inside of a steel cage, one that was going to be the end of a tyrannical leadership to another group of men. And yet…that didn’t happen. But, I’m not standing here realizing how wrong I was, I’m realizing how right I was.
The crowd lets out a small cheer, to which Hardaway continues…
HARDAWAY: And it happened after Unsanctioned. After I lost, I went home and had to discuss to my family and my daughter how her own father failed. I didn’t have time to soak it in because I had to be in a car, driving to Jersey so I could ruin my body once more like I have before.
The more and more that I thought about it, the more and more it rang clear for me. I was sitting in the back, waiting for my name to be called out so I could help Pat Gordon Jr. and Ryan Kidd against The Murder. I was feeling disheveled, depressed, not right in the head. Why bother wrestling, why bother doing what I love to do if assholes are just going to ruin things. Because that’s what the Godfathers did. That’s what Chandler Scott did. The man, who deserves respect out of all of us, but expects it after pretty much costing me not only my career overseas, but almost my career in general for breaking my arm. There was no need…
…and then both Kidd and Gordon completely get destroyed by The Murder…seconds before it’s my time to walk out there. Me, myself, and I facing the most dangerous trio that God has put on professional wrestling’s green Earth. I didn’t even want to go out there. I just wanted them to celebrate and get on with their lives. But what’s the good in me if I end up doing that. Even if people hate my guts, and trust me…there’s a few out there…I never have backed down. So I ran out there. Even if I knew I was going to get slaughtered, at least I could go out swinging.
He starts swinging out his fists in a playful manner. Joking, a little. But really, he’s just masking whatever pain that was in him when he ran out there. He then smiles again.
HARDAWAY: Then I pinned Malcolm Drake. Okay, awesome.
A cheer rings out from the crowd…
HARDAWAY: Then I pinned Bob Pooler.
An even BIGGER cheer rings out from the crowd…
HARDAWAY: I don’t think I’ve ever heard the roof come off the building as loud as I heard the crowd in Jersey when it was just me and Dom Harter.
Did I succeed in the end? Not really. But did it matter? To me, even losing, I won. Because it made me realize that home is where the heart is.
He pauses for a second. Trying to get his words in a bearing for a few seconds, before lifting his head up and belting out with ALL of his heart!
HARDAWAY: And my heart is RIGHT HERE AT FRONTIER GRAPPLING ARTS!
The crowd completely gets unglued at the announcement. Technically, it wasn’t an announcement, with losing at Unsanctioned and everything, but I guess he just wanted to just that he wasn’t going anywhere and that he was staying at FGA. Also, it seemed to be a great joke at the expense of somebody who just left for another company and used the same “home is where the heart is” speel. Hardaway laughs though, as the crowd goes into a “HARDAWAY” chant and a “F-G-A!” chant at the same time.
HARDAWAY: Figured you all would love that.
But I’m not here to just show off my colors. I’m here to talk about somebody who decided to change his colors. A man that the second I mention his name, you’re all going to hate me for even saying his name, even though…he’s right. He is the only man to hold both FGA AND GFC Championship belts. A man who is decorated in his craft. I’m here to talk about one, Chandler Scott.
Just like that, the crowd does boo at Hardaway’s dropping of said name, but it’s not like he scoffs at it. He just waits for it to die down and then speaks again.
HARDAWAY: The man that everybody can say cost me my chance to wrestle once again at Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER and the person who like I said, finally broke my arm that was bothering me for the better part of the decade. A man who WANTS respect. A man who NEEDS respect. All because he did a few things that nobody ever thanked him for. Cry me a freakin’ river, Scott. You want to know how many times I’ve won titles, or did accomplishments, or what have you, and didn’t get an ounce of recognition for it? More than you can count. You didn’t get one simple thank you for winning that GFC World Heavyweight Championship, huh? Fair enough. I’ll be a gentleman and offer up my thanks. It’s a hell of a title and I worked hook, line, and sinker to become the first ever GFC Champion. So yeah, I’ll give you that. That’s it though.
Because instead of actually nodding your head, defending that belt like any normal person would and earning your keep at it, you keep complaining that it’s not enough. Apparently you’re getting just as screwed as Gabriel Gambino did during his run. So you bolted from here. Instead of trying to become the very first guy to hold BOTH the FGA and GFC titles at the same time and perhaps inserting yourself into the Frontier Lions Cup to prove your worth as one of the very best in this company, you ran with your tail between your legs because they offer the silver platter there. So good on you.
Hardaway pretends to clap, as the people keep booing and even a “FUCK YOU CHANDLER!” chant rings out. Another laugh rings out of Hardaway.
HARDAWAY: Good on you for thinking that everybody here was brainwashed by me when all I did was walk into the FGA offices one faithful December day and signed my name on the dotted line. Not ONCE did I brainwash anybody, regardless of what you say, Chandler.
You know, let it be known that all of the actions, all of the words, every single thing that came out of my mouth during the FGA vs. FRONTIER war was not because of me. I had nothing to do with wanting to see FGA die a slow and horrible death. That was all your new boss’s idea, Chandler. Yeah, the fans over there are completely eating up Scott Mayo’s words now since he came back from a near-death stroke. And don’t get me wrong, I’m glad he’s okay. I’m glad he can come back from something as serious as this, but the man doesn’t deserve to even be working right now. But even so, that was HIS idea. He was the one with a petty little grudge because Pat Gordon Jr. accidentally signed the wrong contract. And guess who he texted for me to snuff him out. It was yours truly. I didn’t want to do it. But the slime ball blackmailed me, what else could I do? He was going to fire me right then and there.
So do yourself a favor, Chandler and just keep an eye out just in case Mayo tries anything funny. Because he’s KNOWN for doing things that are only relevant to him. And it’s not just me that he’s had trouble with. It was others.
It was Kenchi Yamamoto.
Crowd cheers for him.
It was Alex Jones.
Mixed reaction for him. Cheers and boos.
It was even your BFF Gabriel Gambino that had troubles with him.
Massive boos ring out for him.
HARDAWAY: And even Pat Gordon Jr. saw it in my eyes that I didn’t mean the stuff coming out of my mouth, that it was all based off a script force fed to me by Mayo. And look what we did. We put out one of the best matches of the entire year. With one of the best moments that people still talk about to this day. The one that has almost 500,000 hits on YouTube because it was such a memorable moment. Do people still talk about you winning the GFC World Title? I bet…but not as much as people talk about somebody head butting me in mid-air. That was the first sign that I saw that FGA was better for me. Not because of the fact that I get to wrestle near home, but because it made the spark in me come alive. What have you done since then to get that spark back in you? Break my fucking arm?
Hardaway goes to the camera that’s filming him and he raises his arm. A minor scar that’s still healing, but nonetheless, not broken anymore. At 100%
HARDAWAY: Well guess what, Scott? I’m here to lay the gauntlet down. My arm is officially at 100%. My body is officially at 100%. You want to go out of your way to make sure that on August 25th, Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER tries to put FGA out of our misery? Go ahead. You try. You try to go out of your way to brainwash people from here to join YOUR crusade. I saw what you did to Alexia. You have some of the best talent in the world over at FRONTIER, there’s no need to bring people from here to believe in your cause.
So listen to me, Alexia darling…hell, anybody else that is currently being booked for Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER that is employed here. And that includes you, Pat…listen up.
Hardaway goes to the camera one more time, as kind of a State of the Union address, and smiles wide. Smiles evilly. He knows something is up.
HARDAWAY: Chandler Scott is a fucking mad man. He wants to prove to the world that he…AND ONLY HE…is the greatest of all time. The second his belief rings true, you all are dead in the water where you stand. Not here. Not here in Frontier Grappling Arts. So to Alexia, to Pat, to anybody even there in the back. Our time is now. Our time is needed.
I’m laying the challenge down. August 25th, we finally see who the better man is, Scott.
ME or YOU.
US or THEM.
It’s war.
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 6, 2013 23:14:29 GMT -5
MAIN EVENT
Pride Championship Match
(c) J.T. Cash vs. Wayne Carruthers 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. 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. Clement: carruthers earned this shot by beating Johnny Karma at All-Star Showdown II. Him and Heather Halliwell have entered the Dynamic Duos Tag Team Tournament. But with a win here tonight, he could become one step closer to becoming a double champion. Grayson: I don't think that belt will fit around his waist. The lights strobe throughout the arena, as the first notes of Enemy by Sevendust hit the PA system, the crowd all move towards the guard rails as there standing at the top of the ramp having broken through the curtains is J.T.Cash. Dressed in his usual black track pants with Enigma written down the side of one leg, a dark zip up hoody covering his face he stands at the top of the ramp bouncing back and forth from side to side. As the lights start to slow down in their strobing it settles on J.T.Cash looking to each corner of the arena nodding he pounds on his chest then points in to the air in his usual tribute. He walks towards the ring with a purpose holding out his hands to reach out to the fans before sliding under the bottom rope and taking his place in the ring. As the fans cheer his name he lifts off his hood and a smirk develops over his face, his arms outstretched welcoming the fans admiration. Clement: We heard earlier tonight how much that belt means to J.T. Cash. You'd hate to see him become a one and done champion. And I'm sure that J.T. Cash will do everything within his power to make sure that isn't his hate. Cruz: The following contest is your main event of the evening. And it is for the Pride Championship! Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd. Crowd: Introducing first, from Cleveland, Ohio. Weighing in at 265 pounds. He is "Wild Thing" WAYNE CARRUTHERS! The crowd cheers as Wayne gives an acknowledging wave. Cruz: And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada. Weighing in at 235 pounds. he is the reigning... defending... FGA Pride Champion... He is "The Enigma" J....... T...... CASH! Cash raises his belt in the air to cheers from the crowd. The senior official then calls both men towards the center of the ring. After going over the Pride Rules, he gives both men the chance to shake hands. Both men shake hands to cheers from the crowd. After instructing both men to head back to their corners, the ref shows off the Pride Championship belt to all sides of the crowd. He then hands the belt off to the timekeeper before calling for the bell. The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring and lock up. After jockeying for position, Wayne moves Cash back into the corner. He then slowly steps back towards the center of the ring. Cash makes his way from out of the corner and locks back up with Wayne. After jockeying for position, Wayne shoves Cash down to the canvas to cheers from the crowd. Cash gets back up and circles the ring. He inches over towards Wayne and locks up with him. Cash quickly places him in a side headlock. But Wayne shoves Cash off of him and into the ropes. When Cash comes back, Wayne knocks him down with a standing shoulderblock. He then runs into the ropes as Cash kips back up to his feet. When Wayne comes back, he knocks Cash down with a running shoulderblock. The crowd cheers. Wayne runs into the ropes as Cash kips back up to his feet. When Wayne comes back, Cash leap frogs over him. Wayne continues to run into the ropes. When Wayne comes back, Cash goes for a hip toss. But Wayne steps through it and throws him down with a hip toss of his own. The crowd cheers. Cash gets back up, but Wayne throws him down with a scoop slam. The crowd cheers. As Cash gets up, Wayne grabs him and throws him down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers as Wayne quickly transitions into a kneeling armlock. Clement: Going power for power against Wayne has not worked for Cash. And thus far, he's getting outwrestled by him, too. Grayson: The longer this match lasts, the more it goes into Cash's favor. A man as obese as Wayne doesn't have the conditioning that a man as svelte as Cash does. The ref asks Cash if he wants to give up. But Cash refuses to quit. After battling his way back up to his feet, Cash rolls forward, leans back, kips up and counters with an arm wrench. The crowd cheers. Wayne then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and throws Cash down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Cash gets up, Wayne runs over and connects with a Cactus Clothesline, sending both him and Cash over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers. Wayne gets up and rolls back into the ring. As Cash gets up, Wayne runs into the ropes. When Wayne comes back, he runs towards the ropes and knocks Cash down with a suicide dive into a flying forearm smash to cheers form the crowd. Crowd: WILD THING! WILD THING! WILD THING! WILD THING! WILD THING! Clement: Carruthers has the crowd on it's feet after that amazing display of athleticism. Grayson: Hmm, so pigs really can fly. I think I've seen it all now. Wayne picks up Cash and rolls him back into the ring. After climbing up onto the apron, he points to the top rope to cheers from the crowd. Wayne then walks across the apron and begins to climb the turnbuckles. But just as he's near the top, Cash kips up, goes into the corner, grabs Wayne and slams him down off the top turnbuckle to cheers from the crowd. He goes over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Wayne kicks out. Grayson: I'm surprised Wayne didn't fall through the canvas. A man weighing 700 plus pounds should have went right through with ease. Clement: Stop it. Cash picks up Wayne and throws him down with a scoop slam. He then connects with a leg drop before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Wayne kicks out. Cash picks up Wayne and whips him into the ropes. When Wayne comes back, Cash scoops him up from the side and delivers a backbreaker. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Wayne kicks out. Clement: Another near fall for Cash. Grayson: This is good. I like the assertiveness. I like the aggression. By going for these constant covers, he's forcing Carruthers to kick out. And that's going to do nothing but tire him out. Cash picks up Wayne, only to take him back down with a side russian leg sweep. He then kicks Wayne over onto his stomach. After Cash steps through the ropes, he begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once Cash reaches the top, he leaps off and goes for a diving headbutt to the back. But Wayne moves out of the way, causing Cash to land face-first on the apron to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: That's going to leave a mark. Clement: The high risk by Cash does not pay off as he literally connects with nothing but canvas. As both wrestlers slowly get up, Wayne lunges out, hooks Cash's arms and delivers a series of trapping headbutts to cheers from the crowd. He then unhooks the arms, grabs Cash around the waist and throws him down with a belly to belly suplex to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cash gets his shoulder up. Wayne picks up Cash and goes for an irish whip. But Cash reverses, sending Wayne into the corner. Cash runs across the ring. But he runs right into a boot to the face that knocks him down. Wayne then reaches down, picks up Cash, sits him down across the top turnbuckle and delivers a hard slap across the face to cheers from the crowd. Wayne reaches up, grabs Cash, lifts him off the top turnbuckle and walks across the ring. He then plants Cash with a fisherman brainbuster to cheers from the crowd. He turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cash gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: You have to know that Michael Tomkins is loving every second of this. Clement: Well him getting anything is far from official. And right now, he's the last thing on either of these men's minds. As Wayne picks up Cash, Cash begins to nail with him a series of punches to the midsection. But Wayne nails him with a headbutt that drops him down to one knee. After picking Cash back up, Wayne whips him into the ropes. When Cash comes back, he goes for a cross body block. But Wayne catches him in mid air to cheers from the crowd. He then hoists Cash up across his shoulders and delivers the Cleveland Steamer. The crowd cheers. Wayne then gets up and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a senton. But Cash gets his knees up, causing Wayne to land across them. The crowd cheers as Cash makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Wayne gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Clement: Timely counter there by Cash. Cash has gone after Carruther's back. Carruthers has targeted Cash's head after that mising diving headbutt. But who will be able to get the upperhand? Cash picks up and tries to whip Wayne into the corner. But Wayne squats down, blocking the move. So Cash goes for another irish whip. But again, Wayne squats down to block the move. He then stands up, grabs Cash and whips him into the corner. Wayne runs across the ring. But Cash nails him with an elbow to the face. The crowd cheers. As Wayne stumbles back, Cash springboards onto the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a flying cross body block. But Wayne catches him in mid air again. After hoisting Cash up across his shoulders and then placing him in position, Wayne plants him with the Blitzkrieg Crush to cheers from the crowd. Wayne then picks up Cash, kicks him in the midsection, turns around, hooks his arms, turns, lifts Cash up and plants him with the Crash Magnitude to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! Carruthers – 1
Cash – 0 Clement: And the pressure is on now. Wayne Carruthers takes the first fall. That means that Cash has to win out. Grayson: We'll see what he's made of now that his back is against the wall. After the mandatory rest period, Wayne storms across the ring as Cash can be seen pulling himself up in the corner using the ropes. Wayne comes up from behind and connects with a clothesline. He then turns Cash around and delivers a series of headbutts that sends him slumping down in the corner. As Cash is in the seated position, Wayne begins to to deliver a series of facewashes to cheers from the crowd. He then reaches down, picks up Cash and whips him into the previous corner. Wayne then charges across the ring and goes for the Ass Attack. But Cash moves out of the way, causing Wayne to collide with the turnbuckles to cheers from the crowd. As Wayne stumbles away from the corner, Cash comes up from behind and delivers a series of shoot kicks to the back of the leg. He then runs into the ropes. When Cash comes back, he connects with a front dropkick to the knee, knocking Wayne down. The crowd cheers. Cash then grabs Wayne by the right leg and delivers a figure four pin. ONE! . . TWO! . . Wayne gets his shoulder up. Cash gets up, heads over, lifts up Wayne's right leg and delivers a series of stomps to the back of the thigh. He then turns and delivers an Indian Deathlock to cheers from the crowd. The ref asks Wayne if he wants to give up. When Wayne refuses to quit, Cash turns around and delivers another Indian Deathlock to cheers from the crowd. Wayne slaps the canvas as he can be seen cringing in pain. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. When Wayne refuses to quit, Cash decide to turn around on the leg again. But Wayne reaches up with his free leg and kicks Cash in the face, knocking him down. The crowd cheers. Clement: Carruthers has his opening now. But can he build off of it? Grayson: Can he even get up? How bad was that knee damaged? As both men slowly get up, Cash delivers a knife-edge chop. Wayne then delivers a chop of his own. Cash comes back with another chop. Wayne responds with another chop of his own. Cash then delivers three knife-edge chops. Wayne then delivers four chops of his own. Cash then nails him with a kick to the right knee, doubling him over. Cash then runs into the ropes. When Cash comes back, Wayne hoists him up in the air. But instead of Wayne catching Cash on the way down and delivering the Skyfall Slam, Cash grabs Wayne on the way down, shifts his weight and delivers the Cash Drop to cheers from the crowd. The crowd cheers as Cash makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Wayne gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: How did he get his shoulder up!? Clement: I don't know. I thought that was good enough for three. Cash picks up Wayne and whips him into the corner. He runs into the corner and connects with a clothesline. He then turns, places Wayne in a side headlock and goes for a running bulldog. But Wayne shoves Cash off of him and into the ropes. When Cash comes back, he takes Wayne down with a hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. Wayne gets up, but Cash knocks him down with a dropkick. The crowd cheers. Wayne gets back up, but Cash knocks him back down with another dropkick to cheers from the crowd. As Wayne gets up, Cash goes for a third dropkick. But Wayne side steps, swats him down and delivers a senton across the back. He then picks up Cash and whips him into the ropes. When Cash comes back, he knocks Wayne down with a flying forearm to cheers from the crowd. Cash then kips up to cheers from the crowd. Clement: He's feeling it now! And this Hartford crowd is solidly behind him. Cash picks up Wayne and goes for a vertical suplex, but Wayne blocks it. He then goes for a vertical suplex of his own. But Cash slips down from behind and counters with the Cash In to cheers from the crowd. Cash then picks up Wayne and plants him with The Generation Gap to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! Carruthers – 1
Cash – 1 Clement: It's all tied now! One fall a peice! It's anyone's title! Grayson: Any mistake now could prove costly. After the mandatory rest period, Wayne slowly gets up as Cash runs across the ring and delivers ten forearm strikes to the head. He then takes Wayne and goes for an irish whip. But Wayne reverses, sending Cash into the ropes. When Cash comes back, Wayne hoists him up and throws him down with a sitout spinebuster to cheers from the crowd. He then gets up, picks up Cash and delivers the Wayne Breaker to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cash gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Wayne picks up Cash, turns him around, hooks his arms from behind and hoists him up. But Cash counters with a wheelbarrow victory roll to cheers from the crowd. ONE! . . TWO! . . Wayne kicks out. As both men get up, Cash grabs Wayne and whips him into the corner. Cash runs into the corner. But he runs right into an elbow to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Cash stumbles back, Wayne charges at him. Cash goes for a clothesline, but Wayne ducks. When Cash turns around, Wayne connects with a backflip kick to cheers from the crowd. Clement: Pele! He hit him with the Pele Kick! While Cash is down, Wayne steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles. But just as he almost reaches the top, Cash gets up, springboards onto the top rope and connects with the Vegas Two Time, sending Wayne flipping down to the canvas to cheers from the crowd. Cash gets up on his knees and calls for the Cash Vault to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: Oh boy... Clement: This could be it. Cash may seconds from putting this match away. Cash steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles. But just as he's about to flip off the top turnbuckle, Tomkins hops up onto the apron and shoves Cash off, sending him crashing down hard to the floor to boos from the crowd. The ref immediately calls for the bell. Clement: What the hell is Michael Tomkins doing out here!? Grayson: Doing whatever he wants, clearly. Tomkins hops down, runs over and puts the boots to Cash to boos from the crowd. He picks up Cash and then whips him hard into the barricade. Cash bounces off the barricade and tumbles down to the floor. He then picks up Cash and sets him up for Epica. But Wayne rolls to the outside, grabs Tomkins, spins him around and knocks him down with a right hand to cheers from the crowd. Tomkins gets up, but Wayne knocks him back down with another right hand. The crowd cheers. As Tomkins gets up, Wayne clotheslines him over the barricade and into the crowd to cheers from the crowd. Clement: Wayne Carruthers just saved his opponent. Who knows what Tomkins would have done to Cash. Grayson: A shame that we'll never know... Wayne then turns to Cash, who is slowly pulling himself up using the apron. The ref goes over and hands Cash the Pride Championship. He stares at Cash as Cash clutches the Pride Championship. Winner of the 3rd Fall by DQ: J.T. Cash
Winner and STILL the FGA Pride Champion: J.T. Cash |
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