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Post by FGA Office on Oct 12, 2013 17:59:14 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 12, 2013 18:12:27 GMT -5
Dearborn DVD Taping
Ford Community & Performing Arts Center
Dearborn, MI "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..."Kevin Clement: Hello fans and welcome to another Frontier Grappling Arts DVD Presentation. We are just two weeks away from "Respect is Earned." And tonight, right here in Dearborn, Michigan, we're kicking things off with the former Pride Champion, Chris Bond! [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 their 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] […followed by a murmur from some of the fans near the ramp] Evan Grayson: What is Bond doing out here? His match isn't until later on. Oh, I get it! He's forfeiting right now. He knows he laid an egg against Chaths nearly a month ago. He knows he was embarrassed. So he's saving himself the trouble and waving the white flag. Clement: I highly doubt Bond would ever do such a thing... Grayson: You think too highly of that "recovering" addict... [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 in a really over exaggerated manner. Soon enough he jogs up the ring steps, and walks along the ring apron before wiping his feet. Chris Bond steps over the second rope and into the ring, tripping on the rope and landing flat on his backside. ] Grayson: Remembering when I said "recovering" addict? Well, it looks like Bond has just relapsed! Clement: Maybe he lost his footing. Grayson: Or maybe he lost his will to fight and decided to indulge in his favorite pastime? [The self-proclaimed legend of the wrestling world walks to the center of the ring and stands there for a moment, as fans start to notice this isn’t Chris Bond, this is someone dressed like Chris Bond, circling the ring with arms outstretched to show he isn’t tattooed but is wearing tattoo sleeves, along with a black v-neck #FGA Proud t-shirt and pair of stressed jeans, and raises the mic to his lips…only to realise he doesn’t have a mic to hold to his lips, so he looks to ringside and asks for one…when Cherry Baum jogs down the ramp and quickly makes her way into the ring, passing a mic to “Bond” – who, by now, anyone with half a brain may have noticed bears a startling resemblance to Johnny Karma.] “Bond”: Thanks for the help – the amount of pills I take these days, it’s amazing if I can find my testicles some mornings. [“Bond” then slaps the side of his head] “Bond”: Oh, wait, I forgot – I don’t have any, that’s why I’m such a boring, whiny putz! [“Bond” flashes his trademark smirk to the crowd – that looks more like he licked a stinging nettle dipped in carbolic acid] “Bond”: It’s so good to be here in Milwaukee… [Cherry Baum shakes her head] “Bond”: …Chicago Ridge… [She shakes her head again] “Bond”: …Ocean City? [Cherry leans over, whispering in “Bond’s” ear] “Bond”: It’s so good to be here in Dearborn, just a short hop from the Canadian border so I can double my prescription for half the price, even though I’ve been faking my prescriptions for years because I just cannot stand the sheer, ungodly pain that I feel deep inside. [“Bond” clutches at his chest] “Bond”: It hurts, really it does. Every day, waking up, and looking in the mirror knowing that I have failed. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, I know I shall never be a microbe of the man that Johnny Karma is. [“Bond” mimics that he’s crying] “Bond”: No matter how many pills I pop, no matter how much alcohol I pour down my throat, it just cannot help me forget that Johnny Karma is so much better than I am, was or ever will be that the only thing I can do to even appear on his level is interfere in his matches. [“Bond” keeps mimicking that he’s crying, going so far as to peel off one of the tattoo sleeves and dab his eyes with it] “Bond”: But it’s good to know that you are here for me, no matter how much of an ass that I act towards people who are so much better than me, and you can’t all run away with the pool boy and all eighty seven bucks that were my life’s savings after a wrestling career best described as “mediocre” like my wife did, because I wasn’t man, woman or domesticated cat enough for her. [“Bond” searches in his pockets for something, but all he can find is a packet of Tic-Tacs. Unperturbed, he pops them open and pours the contents into his mouth, and begins talking once again whilst crunching them in his mouth] “Bond”: That is why I am so jealous of Johnny Karma. Men want to be him. Women want to be with him. Cats curl up on his lap. Pool boys clean his pool. Most of all, people respect him, which is why fans who have been honoured to watch him in the ring say one thing: “Thank you Johnny Karma.” That’s a million miles away from what people say to me on the street - they tell me “Sorry, I don’t have any change” and walk away quickly. [Cherry hands “Bond” a brown paper bag with a bottle obviously inside it, and he takes a swig] “Bond”: Ahhh, that helps the pain I feel deep inside my soul… [The bag slips, revealing a bottle of Mountain Dew] “Bond”: ...almost as much as somebody backstage pitying me, which has to be the only reason I keep getting title shots in this darned company. Later tonight I will be facing Chaffs…Chatts…Shaffs…whatever his name is, in a match for the Pride Championship yet look at me. I have no pride in myself, that’s why I’m such a loser, which is why I lost the belt in the first place, because that’s what losers do. Heaven forbid I face a proper wrestler, I’d never stop crying at how mediocre I would look in comparison to them… [“Bond” necks the contents of the bottle of Mountain Dew] “Bond”: …and then I’ll have something else to complain about, because that’s all I ever do. What, me, take responsibility for my failings? No, that’s what a responsible adult would do, not some loser who suffered a case of arrested development aged six – I got canned because only four people in Delaware paid any attention to me, something that is as true today as it was back then in the time when Eisenhower was an up-and-comer, which is when I made my debut. [“Bond” tries to sip from the bottle, but it’s empty, so he tosses it aside] “Bond”: But not to worry, as tonight I will once again choke when I challenge for a title, so the name of the Pride Championship won’t be rendered ironic by me holding it just long enough until the pawn shops open so I can make some cash to score off Big Steve behind the liquor store and “get right” like the drop-out that I am, and when I choke I will once again have to ask myself why I can’t be more like Johnny Karma. I guess it’s because I don’t have it, never had it, and never will have it and have to spend my life popping pills, drinking booze, and being the most boring, mediocre wrestler on every card I’ve been booked on. Which is why, at Respect if Earned, you should cheer Johnny Karma because F WA would be so much better without me panhandling for title shots when a young, vibrant, talented and super-sexy hunk of a man like Karma has to wait for me to choke on my vomit before he gets the least that he deserves. Although you may be in luck, given my habit of choking, I may be turning blue before Cha…Sha…the current Pride Champion has finished his soft shoe shuffle on my face. Which reminds me, I better prepare. There’s more pills in my locker, right? [Cherry nods, as You Know My Name starts to play] Grayson: Man, even I feel bad for Bond being in the shame that he's in. Clement: That's not Bond, that's Johnny Karma with more tasteless remarks towards the former Pride Champion. Grayson: Really? You think so? I guess I can see the resemblance... Clement: Karma has a lot of nerve running his mouth like this. He better hope and pray that he can back it up at Respect is Earned. Because if he doesn't, then he's in a world of hurt. [Cherry helps “Bond” out of the ring, as EMTs make their way to ringside, strapping him to a gurney and wheeling him up the ramp with a respirator on his face, and just as they reach the top of the ramp an EMT is passed a stomach pump to get the pills and booze out of “Bond’s” stomach] |
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 12, 2013 18:18:24 GMT -5
Anton Chase vs. Hunter Werth
("Secret Weapon" by MxPX begins playing over the loudspeaker. Hunter Werth makes his way out from behind the curtain doing a little strut as he comes out. He stops for a second putting his hand to his ear, waiting for the [cheers/boos/general disinterest] of the crowd. He then starts walking down the ramp slapping hands with the fans beside the ring that offer them.)You are your own secret weapon. It's all up to you, to come out swingin'. It's all up to you! Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, now residing out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania by way of Phoenix, Arizona! Weighing in at 180 pounds! HUNTER WERTH! (Hunter walks up the ring steps and swings around to the opposite side of the post. He grabs the top rope and propels himself over the top rope. When he lands in the middle of the ring, he hops up again using the ring to propel himself up a big doing a 360. He then cracks his neck and goes to his corner waiting for the [referee/his opponent/his partner])Clement: Hunter Werth has got a score to settle with Jimmy Page in two weeks at Respect is Earned. But before that, he has to get past Anton Chase. Grayson: Dont let the record fool you. Anton Chase knows what he's doing in that ring. Out of all the grapplers on the roster, he has nearly the most experience. And we saw what he did to fellow rookie Craig Jacobs two weeks ago. You think he won't do the same to Hunter Werth tonight? 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! ANTON CHASE! The bell sounds as both men head to the center of the ring and lock up. Chase quickly moves Werth into the corner. The ref gives them until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... Both men appear to make the clean break. But Chase lunges in and connects with a shoulder thrust to boos from the crowd. Clement: A clear cheapshot there by Chase. Grayson: Yeah, and? Hunter shouldn't have left himself wide open... Chase begins to hammer away with clubbing shots to the back. He then takes Werth and whips him into the opposite corner. Chase runs across the ring and connects with a flying discus forearm strike to boos from the crowd. He then whips Werth back into the previous corner. Chase runs across the ring and goes for a flying discus forearm strike. But Werth moves out of the way, causing Chase to connect with nothing but the turnbuckles. The crowd cheers. Clement: Hunter wisely moves out of the way... As Chase stumbles back, Werth rolls him up with a school boy. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chase kicks out. Clement: Werth almost stole one right there. Grayson: Yeah, and that would be the only way he could beat Chase. By STEALING the win... As both wrestlers get up, Werth grabs Chase and goes for an irish whip. But Chase reverses, sending Werth into the ropes. When Werth comes back, Chase takes him down with a hurricanrana to boos from the crowd. He turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Werth kicks out. Chase picks up Werth and wrings his arm. He then wrings the arm again to boos from the crowd. After trying to yank the arm from out of its socket, Chase delivers another arm wringer. But Werth quickly takes control and delivers an arm wringer of his own to cheers from the crowd. He returns the favor, repeatedly trying to yank the arm from out of its socket. Chase drops down to one knee in pain. But Werth brings him back to his feet before whipping him into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Werth lifts him up and delivers a flapjack to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chase gets his shoulder up. Werth picks up Chase and wrings his arm again. The crowd cheers. Werth delivers another arm wringer. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos as Chase rolls forward, leans back, kips up, swats Werth's hand from off of him and follows up with a standing dropkick. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Werth kicks out. Grayson: Once again, Chase shows his veteran savy by outmaneuvering Werth... Chase picks up Werth and goes for an irish whip. But Werth reverses, sending Chase into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Werth goes to throw him down with a back body drop. But somehow, Chase lands on his feet. He continues to run into the ropes. When Chase comes back, he knocks down Werth with a cross body block to boos from the crowd. ONE! . . TWO! . . Werth kicks out. Chase picks up Werth, scoops him up across his shoulders and delivers an argentine backbreaker. The crowd boos as Chase makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Werth gets his shoulder up. Chase picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When Werth comes back, Chase scoops him up and delivers a spinning side slam backbreaker. The crowd boos as Chase makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Werth gets his shoulder up. Clement: Another nearfall by Chase. But Chase may have just found his point of attack as he's repeatedly gone after the back. Grayson: Yes he has. And you can see the pain written all over Hunter's face. Chase picks up Werth and delivers an argentine lift dropped into a double knee backbreaker. The crowd boos as Werth arches his back in pain. While Werth is down, Chase steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, Chase flips off and goes for a 450 Splash. But Werth gets his knees up, causing Chase to land across them to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: Oh no! Clement: Hunter got his knees up in time! And that cannot feel good at all! Chase crawls over and slowly pulls himself up in the corner using the ropes. When he turns around, he turns right into a running double knee lift from Werth. The crowd cheers. Werth makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chase gets his foot on the bottom rope. Clement: Oh, so close... Werth picks up Chase and whips him into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Werth throws him down with a belly to belly suplex. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chase gets his shoulder up. Werth picks up Chase, grabs him from the side and delivers a russian legsweep. The crowd cheers. After stepping through the ropes Werth begins to climb the turnbuckles. When Chase gets up and turns around, Werth leaps off and connects with a missile dropkick to cheers from the crowd. He then picks up Chase, lifts him up and throws him down with Hunted Down to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! "Secret Weapon" plays to cheers from the crowd. Cruz: Here is your winner, HUNTER WERTH! Werth gets up and gets his arm raised to cheers from the crowd. Clement: Hunter Werth picks up another win. It seemed as if Chase was about to put him away. But after Werth countered the 450 Splash, it was all downhill from there for "The Future." Grayson: Hunter got the win tonight. Good for him. But he won't be so lucky against Page at Respect is Earned... |
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 12, 2013 18:24:14 GMT -5
After the match, "They Are Lost" by Last Remaining Pinnacle plays. Out comes Jimmy Page carrying a folded chair. The fans boo him, at the fact that A) He was here and B) he had a "weapon" in his hand. But that weapon however wasn't going to be used in that way. The fans almost look dumbfounded, Page walks down the ramp slow, almost in a stagger, scratching the back of his neck. He casually unfolds the chair and sits down in it. In his opposite hand he's holding a microphone as he glares at the ring at Werth.
Jimmy Page: I-I-I gotta ask you personally Werth: Do you hate me yet? Did that happy-go lucky attitude leave your shell? Did I manage to DIM those bright lights shinin' in your peepers yet?! Good, I'm glad, because now you're brought to common ground with me Hunt. Because when I saw you a few weeks ago, you had this strut in your step like a freakin' peacock. F-For whatever reason you had confidence, and as I watched you from afar Hunter, your ratty little grin and your meek little personality; I realized....that you were conceited. And I hate conceited people, I've been around them my entire life. I didn't get picked to play tag because I was dirty; I was put on timeout because the other kids made fun of my shoes, and I made them eat sand from the sandbox. People have been against me from the start.
Page slouches in his seat, listening to the crowd's malice. He makes a face taunting them and scowls, chewing his gum vigorously. His attention goes back to Hunter.
Jimmy Page: Which then brought me to the question, why aren't YOU unhappy Hunter? Why aren't you sad? Why do you get to smile, wake up in the morning, eat a warm breakfast, and take a nice shower?! Why do you have what I don't?! Because of luck? See it's been tormenting me, I've damn near had a tumor over that concept, and for the life of me, I don't see how luck's gotten me here. As a matter of fact, I can rightfully say, my talent got me here, not some made-up philosophy, or a game of chance. Frontier Grappling Arts, recognizes that I am in-fact the most dangerous man on their roster, and rightfully so, the only man who's got the killer instinct, that raw primal rage to carry their company.
The fans berate with boos, some start a "You Suck!!" chant. Jimmy leans forward, his elbows touching his knees as he glare daggers at the ring.
Jimmy Page: Can your luck do that Hunt? Huh? Tell me is your luck going to be able to stop me from pounding on you? I could take this chair, and I could just destroy you and send you back to Happy-go-Lucky, USA via FedEx in pieces and not shed a single stream of piss about it Werth. I could show these idiots here in Dearborn what a real wrestler looks likes. Huh, you want that? Do you wanna get dismantled here and now?! GOD I could do it, I could end you RIGHT....NOW...!!!
Jimmy's expression goes back to nonchalant, he shrugs his shoulders, his right knee shaking with anticipation. He leans back in his chair some, shaking his head.
Jimmy Page: But I won't, not yet at least. No, what I'm gonna do is wait...and I'll do what I did weeks back: KNOCK....YOU....OUT.
Page drops the mic and gets out of the chair. He folds it back up and walks back up the ramp, the fans hurl insults his way as he slowly makes his way up the ramp. His theme begins to play him out as he bursts through the curtains into the back....
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 12, 2013 18:27:45 GMT -5
[ Video Footage ]
Never Alone by Daddy Chang plays with footage of Muslims praying in various locations of the U.S. The footage then transitions to a black room with a man sitting in shadow. Lights turn on and a Confederate Battle Flag is sitting in the back of the room on the wall next to a large wall hanging of the Kabbah.
The man walks forward. He is a white male. A white button down shirt sits over his blue jeans which cover a pair of black cowboy boots with steel tips.
Vincent Williams: My name is Vincent Williams, my Muslim brothers and sisters know me as Abdullah Fathi. Soon I will be making my presence known in FGA but I figured what better time than now to introduce myself?
He walks to the right of the screen and opens a door. The camera follows him as he steps outside. Walking to the street there are Muslims of every race imaginable.
Vincent Williams: These are my brothers and sisters in Islam. We are tired of the media bashing us all the time. We are tired of the stereo types. I am coming for the money, the status so that others will know who I am and more and more will know the truth about Islam, and finally I am coming for the victories.
His eyes narrow as he gets closer to the camera
Vincent Williams: You see I watch the news and I constantly see all these reports of Joe Blow attacking all these poor Middle East Muslims, or worse, attacking Hindus and Sikhs because they can’t get it right. So let me put this out there so it is clear, I am Muslim and I ain’t hiding. So, whether you are on the roster or not here I am. I may be Muslim but I was raised in the south and in true southern fashion I have no qualms whipping that ass. This ain’t about me, this is about the oppressed who have terrorized by the right wing fanatics who have no one standing up for them. This is about the working poor who can’t get a break in this so called free country. And most importantly this is about the truth. It is kind of ironic that Hajj season begins tomorrow. Hajj is a holy pilgrimage that one takes in Islam. Well I do not have enough means yet to make Hajj but I will be making a pilgrimage on behalf of those who have been silent, a hajj to raise the funds to help those that need it.
Vincent walks out into the crowd.
Vincent Williams: TAKBIR!
Crowd: Allahu Akbar!
Vincent Williams: TAKBIR!
Crowd: Allahu Akbar!
Vincent Williams: FGA…
He moves close to the camera
Vincent Williams: …Abdullah Fathi is HERE!
Scene fades to black.
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 12, 2013 18:35:36 GMT -5
Camellia D. Magna vs. Jason Richards
“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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, 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. 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 is hand out. Cruz: And her opponent, from Seattle, Washington! Weighing in at 202 pounds! He is "The Strong Style 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: This should be an interesting match up. Camellia tries to get back to her winning ways as Richards tries to bring some momentum into his upcoming tag match with Sylar Drake against Bloodbath & Beyond. The bell sounds as both grapplers lock up. Cami places Richards in a side headlock. But Richards shoves her off of him and into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Richards doubles her over with a spinning back kick to the midsection. He then grabs a hold of Cami and delivers a snap suplex. He turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cami kicks out. Clement: Quick nearfall there by Jason Richards. For the past two shows, he's been beate down at the hands of Johnny Blayze and Chaths. Grayson: He better hope that they don't decide to finish the job tonight... Richards picks up Cami and brings her into the shoulder. He nails her with a series of forearm strikes to the face, followed by a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection, followed by a series of shoot kicks to the chest. He then takes Cami and whips her into the opposite corner. Richards runs across the ring, but he runs right into an elbow to the face. The crowd cheers. As Richards stumbles back, Cami hoists herself up onto the middle ropes. She then leaps off, grabs Richards in mid air and plants him with a jumping spinning DDT. The crowd cheers as she turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Richards kicks out. Clement: What a DDT that was by Camellia, absolutely pla- Suddenly, the lights go out. Clement: .... What in the world is going on here? Grayson: What are you doing, Kev? Trying to set the mood? Who is the lucky lady? Clement: Oh stop it... When the lights come back on, Cami and Richards are back up to their feet. Clement: Both competitors look unharmed... Grayson: Maybe it was just a technical issue after all? When Cami turns around, Richards goes for a clothesline. But Cami ducks. When Richards turns around, Cami connects with a backflip kick to cheers from the crowd. Clement: Great display of agility there by Camellia with that kick... Cami picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When Richards comes back, Cami knocks him down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Richards gets up, but Cami runs over and knocks him down with a jumping calf kick to cheers from the crowd. When Richards gets up, Cami lifts him up, delivers an inverted atomic drop and follows up with a russian leg sweep. The crowd cheers as she turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Richards gets his shoulders up. Clement: Camellia now in firm control of this contest. Grayson: I'm somewhat shocked. I thought Richards would come out stronger than this... After picking up Richards, Cami nails him with two forearm strikes to the face. While Richards is stunned, Cami runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she knocks him down with the Crown of Thorns to cheers from the crowd. She then heads out onto the apron and waits for Richards to get up. When Richards gets up and turns around, Cami springboards onto the top rope, jumps off and delivers the Snapdragon Fire to cheers from the crowd. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! “Riptide” plays to cheers from the crowd. Cruz: Here is your winner, CAMELLIA D. MAGNA! The crowd cheers as the ref raises Cami's arm in victory. Clement: Camellia gets the dominating win over Jason Richards. Grayson: I don't know where his head was at tonight. But he better get focused. Because if he performs like that as Respect is Earned, then both him and Sylar Drake are in a world of trouble. |
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 12, 2013 18:39:30 GMT -5
A logo in the corner opposite the FGA logo reads "EARLIER TONIGHT" as Ariel Shadows stands between the Shoot Kings, holding an official FGA microphone.
Ariel: Hello, everyone. Ariel Shadows here, filling in for FGA's regular correspondant. Trust me, I'm qualified for this job.
Madman: Plus Brydon had to poop, so we had about ten minutes to spare...
Madman Szalinski, in a yellow shirt, purple overalls, yellow Wario hat, and fake nose & mustache combo, snickers a little bit at his wife while balancing both the GFC Commonwealth Championship and his GFC Tag Team Championship belts on either shoulder. Meanwhile, Graham Clauson pats the GFC Tag Team belt on his waist and winks into the camera, waving with one of his gloved hands. He adjusts his purple Waluigi hat and black overalls covering a purple shirt. Despite his full beard, he is also wearing a fake mustache and nose combination.
Ariel: Gentlemen, you two have some nerve coming onto FGA programming with those GFC belts from FRONTIER...
Madman: SON OF A BITCH! I THOUGHT THIS WAS FRONTIER!
Madman facepalms, then turns to the backdrop behind him, pointing to it as all three turn briefly.
Madman: Look, right there it is! FRONTIER...Grappling...Arts. OH!...
Graham: So is it Pro Wrestling FRONTIER Grappling Arts...? Or...
The Shoot Kings laugh together, as Ariel grins at the camera while holding the mic non-chalantly in both hands. Madman is first to lean over to her, putting an arm over her shoulder.
Madman: It's no disrespect to FGA, or any of their champions. It's just pride in FRONTIER. If we win a championship here in FGA...
Graham: When.
Madman: WHEN we win a championship here in FGA, we'll be carrying those belts in FRONTIER, or wherever we wind up going. It's called representing your hood. We represent FGA as wrestlers, but we represent FRONTIER as champions. For now.
Graham merely nods. Ariel jumps right into another question, still pretending to be a totally impartial and naive interviewer (although doing a very good job of it.)
Ariel: You've also got a lot of nerve going after the Super Mario Wrestling Brothers like you have...which I assume has to do with your...
Graham: Yeah, we couldn't decide on which two of the Koopa kids to be, so this was it. I still think you'd have made a great Wendy O., Ariel.
For the first time, Ariel breaks from her interviewing position to look back and glare at Graham.
Ariel: ...moving along, Iggy...
Graham flips Ariel off, who has already turned back to the camera. Madman keeps things on track.
Madman: Yeah, we're just trying to get a rouse out of people. Is it working? Don't know. Why are we doing this? Well...we'll get to that later on.
Graham: It's nothing personal. We want to make that clear right now.
Madman nods in agreeance.
Madman: I'd love to see what Powers and Landon got on some of that GoldenEye or original Smash Brothers. Hell, I might even fill their lungs if they're down. But the Shoot Kings have business as well. The truth is, the Shoot Kings and SMWB have a problem when it comes to business.
Graham: And when it comes time to discuss that, we will.
Madman: Until then, we do what we do best: get people's attention. To most people, this probably looks retarded. To Players 1 and 2, this looks like an outright challenge to go to war.
Madman looks right into the camera, tapping his fist down into his hand with each phrase.
Madman: Red shells, fireballs, blue Yoshi's, Arwings, ReDeads, Metroids, those little chariots that hovered in the air from Metal Gear Solid 3, Deathstars, lightsabres, Mr. Saturns, whatever you got, bring it to the battle because this is gonna be a FIGHT, ladies and gentlemen. And it's gonna have its moments, don't get me wrong...it's going to be entertaining. But just remember that like any other wrestling match...it's going to be a fight.
The Shoot Kings and Ariel, all three now staring into the camera, remain silent. The scene begins to fade to black. However, they swiftly come right back Madman begins to yell into the camera.
Madman: WE AIN'T DONE! Level's not over, son! It ain't over til' the flag comes all the way off the pole and the music starts!
Madman takes the mic from Ariel, and sings his next line to the tune of the ending-level theme from the first Super Mario.
Madman: Y'all-can-not-fuck-with-the Shoot Kings...y'all-can-not-fuck-with-the Shoot Kings...and-if-you-punks-think-you-can...
Madman points the mic over to Graham, who finishes the song along with him.
Graham: YOU'RE GONNA DIE!
Szalinski puffs out his chest, while Graham holds up a double fist at the camera. Ariel barely keeps composure.
Madman: TATANGA AIN'T GOT ISH ON ME!
Ariel: Folks, Ariel Shadows here with the Shoot Kings...shoot's over.
The scene fades to black again, this time for realz.
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 12, 2013 18:47:18 GMT -5
Sylar Drake vs. Graham Clauson
“Hey Baby, Here’s That Song You Wanted” by blessthefall plays as Graham Clauson and Gina Winters step through the curtain to cheers from the crowd. Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Gina Winters! From Cincannati, Ohio! Weighing in at 219 pounds! GRAHAM CLAUSON! After climbing up onto the apron, Graham steps through the roeps and raises his GFC Tag Team Title belt to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: Let's see how well Clauson fares without Madman Szalinski in his corner. Clement: Clauson is no stranger to singles action. He's an accomplished athlete in both the singles and tag action. But I don't think he's ever crossed paths with Sylar Drake before. The guitar riff of "Pascal Cavalier" by Northeast Party House fades in as Sylar Drake steps from behind the curtain. With his hands spread, he enjoys the positive reaction from the people before walking down the ramp. Cruz: And his opponent, from Newcastle, England! Weighing in at 185 pounds! SYLAR DRAKE! After clapping hands with several fans in front row, he hops on the apron and slingshots himself into the ring over the top rope. Sylar climbs one of the turnbuckles straight off and poses for the crowd again as his music fades out. Clement: Sylar Drake made his FGA debut two weeks ago when he saved Jason Richards from what surely would have been his demise. Grayson: He should have keep his nose of our Bloodbath & Beyond's business and let them put Richards out of his misery. But because he wanted to play hero, now he has a target on his back. The bell sounds as both men shake hands before circling the ring. They lock up. Sylar quickly places Graham in a side headlock. But Graham is able to slip out and reverse into a hammerlock from behind. Sylar then leans forward and turns, reversing into a hammerlock of his own. Graham then reaches back and reverses into a side headlock of his own. Sylar quickly shoves Graham off of him and into the ropes. When Graham comes back, Sylar knocks him down with a shoulderlbock to cheers from the crowd. He then runs into the ropes as Graham kips up to his feet. When Sylar comes back, Graham leap frogs of him. Sylar continues to run into the ropes. When Sylar comes back, Graham throws him down with a hip toss to cheers from the crowd. Sylar gets up, but Graham throws him down with an arm drag. As both men get up, Sylar throws him down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. As both men get up, Graham throws him down with a Japanese arm drag. The crowd cheers. As both men get up, Sylar throws him down with a Japanese arm drag. The crowd cheers. As both men get up, Graham throws out a spinning backfist. But Sylar ducks. When Graham turns around, Sylar goes for a roundhouse kick. But Graham ducks. He grabs Sylar from behind and goes an Aztec Suplex. But Sylar breaks free before running into the ropes. When Sylar comes back, Graham goes for a kitchen sink to the midsection. But Sylar flips over and his knees and counters with a school boy. ONE! . . TWO! . . Graham kicks out. As both men get up, they meet each other face to face with raised fists. The crowd cheers as both men step back before circling the ring. Clement: What a sequence by these two talent high flyers. Grayson: They both look evenly matched thus far. But something has to give eventually. They inch back towards the center of the ring and lock up. Sylar quickly places Graham is a side headlock. He then performs a standing switch into a drop toe hold, bringing Graham down to the mat. Sylar quickly scurries over and tries to apply a front facelock. But Graham counters with a grounded hammerlock to cheers from the crowd. He delivers a handstand into a falling knee drop to the arm. Sylar can be seen cringing in pain. The ref asks Sylar if he wants to give up. But Sylar refuses to quit. After Sylar battles his way back up to his feet, he reaches back with his free hand. After grabbing a hold of Graham, Sylar delivers a jumping snapmare takeover. The crowd cheers. As Graham gets up, Sylar runs over and throws out a lariat. But Sylar Graham ducks, sending Sylar into the ropes. When Sylar comes back, Graham throws out a savate kick. But Sylar ducks and runs into the ropes. When Sylar comes back, Graham delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sylar gets his shoulder up. Graham picks up Sylar and delivers a knife-edge chop. He then grabs Sylar and goes for an irish whip. But Sylar reverses, sending Graham into the ropes. When Graham comes back, Sylar bends over to set up a back body drop. But Graham counters with the Ra's Al Ghul, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sylar gets his shoulder up. Clement: And another near fall for Graham. These two men continue to match each other hold for hold, move for move... Graham: They continue to wrestle at this fast pace. But how long will they be able to keep it up? Graham picks up Sylar and throws him down with a scoop slam. He then runs towards the ropes, hops onto the middle rope and flips back for a Lionsault. Sylar rolls out of the way, but Graham is able to land on his feet. As Sylar gets up, Graham charges at him. But Sylar ducks the oncoming charge and dumps him over the top rope and onto the apron. Graham lands safely on his feet, but Sylar quickly connects with a Gamengiri to cheers from the crowd. Clement: What a kick by Sylar! Graham: That kick leveled Graham... After dragging Graham underneath the bottom rope and back into the ring, Sylar steps over him and connects with a standing moonsault to cheers from the crowd. ONE! . . TWO! . . Graham gets his shoulder up. Sylar picks up Graham and goes for a vertical suplex, but Graham blocks it. So Sylar tightens his grip and goes for another vertical suplex. But again, Graham blocks it. So Sylar lets go and connects with a spinning back kick, doubling him over. He then connects with a shoot kick to the back of the thigh, bringing Graham down to one knee. After sizing him up, Sylar unleashes a series of shoot kicks to the chest to cheers from the crowd. He then heads into the ropes. When Sylar comes back, he connects with a Shining Wizard to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Graham gets his shoulder up. Clement: I thought that might have been in there. Grayson: It looked like that knee to the face had knocked Graham out. Sylar picks up Graham and whips him into the ropes. When Graham comes back, he takes down Sylar with a running hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. He picks up Sylar, lifts him up onto his shoulders and delivers The Relapse of Robert Downey, Jr. The crowd cheers. Once he's near the corner, Graham springboards onto the top turnbuckle and connects with an imploding senton bomb to cheers from the crowd. He reaches back and hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sylar gets his shoulder up. Clement: What a move that was by the Shoot King. But Sylar is somehow able to get his shoulder up. Grayson: I can't beieve it... Graham picks up Sylar and scoops him up for the Full Moon Rising. But Sylar slips down from behind and shoves him into the ropes. When Graham comes back, Sylar knocks him down with a flying clothesline to cheers from the crowd. All of a sudden, the lights go out. The crowd begins to stir Grayson: Not again. Clement: This is the second time now that the lights have gone off tonight. What in the world is going on? A commotion is heard inside of the ring. Grayson: You hear that? Clement: How could I not? What's going on in there? The lights come back up and inside of the ring is all three members of Bloodbath & Beyond - Justice Young, Johnny Blayze, and Chaths. They are standing over a downed Sylark Drake; Chaths holding his head up with the tonfa under his chin while Blayze has a fireball in his hand, held close to Drake's head. Justice Young pulls a microphone out from his back pocket and begins to speak, getting down close to Drake's face. Justice: Look upon them...look upon them and weep, little Sylar Drake. These sheep who you play to: the common working man...the silent majority...the everyman of myth and legend. Gaze upon their herd-like tendencies in wonder and awe, and glimpse, if for just a moment what might have been for you. You claim to hate all things that Bloodbath & Beyond stands for...you espouse that these...people mean something to you, going so far as to support this ludicrous claim with your actions. And it is these actions, little Sylar which will preclude your ability to lead a full and normal life. You see, we care not a whit for your past conquests…they may not a thing to us. All that matters is one simple thing. You stepped between The Beast and its prey, Sylar…you robbed us of our feast, and left our rage unsated. Little Jason Richards was to lie, convalescing in a hospital bed...we were prepared to make it happen, but you decided that you wearied of life...instead moving to end what time you have on this earth in terror and agony...or maybe, just maybe manage to perform a miracle...to recapture the magic that was Sylar Drake once upon a time, and so many moons ago. Is that how you envision things, Sylar? That the fans will cheer themselves hoarse as you make your way to the ring, here in the land that spawned so many faerie tales? That together you and Jason Richards will step between the ropes at Repect Is Earned and do battle with a hobgoblin straight out of a child's nightmare, driving back the dark in your shining white armor and saving all the world from the depravity that is Bloodbath & Beyond? (He chuckles.) Justice: How terribly noble of you. But sadly, as you can see, this is no fairy tale world. There is no magic sword that will stop the horrors that live in the darkness, and the heroes rarely win...and they never prevail. (The crowd begins to cheer as Jason Richards races down the aisle and slides into the ring. Justice heads to the outside as Blayze and Chaths pounce on Richards to boos from the crowd. They continue to put the boots to him until Drake spins Blayze around and connects with a series of shoot kicks to the chest. Sylar steps back and then throws out a superkick. But Blayze stumbles back and slips through the ropes and to the floor. Back in the ring, Chaths picks up Richards and goes for an irish whip. but Richards reverses, sending Chaths into the ropes. When Chaths comes back, Sylar and Richards deliver a double back body drop to cheers from the crowd. As Chaths gets up and turns around, Sylar and Richards run over and connect with a double clothesline, sending Chaths over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers.) Justice: Big mistake, Richards. Come Respect Is Earned…you and your friend there will have entered OUR world...and your screams will haunt the dreams of children for years to come. You only THINK you've encountered monsters before...they are as nothing to us. We thrive on pain. We feed upon suffering...your screams are like our meat, and your pain our drink. We promise you this: you will suffer like you have never suffered before...and you will learn to Fear the Dark. Bloodbath & Beyond walk backwards up the aisle to the backstage area. Clement: Jason Richards returns the favor, saving Sylar Drake from what surely would have been his demise at the hands of Bloodbath & Beyond. Grayson: These two continue to get bailed out. But no one will be able to bail them out at Respect is Earned. That I can promise you... Winner by Disqualification: Sylar Drake |
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 12, 2013 18:52:09 GMT -5
The scene cuts backstage following the Sylar Drake/Graham Clauson match to a darkened corridor. The rectangular fluorescent light fixture is half-hanging off the wall; one of its tubes is shattered into tiny shards along the ground, while the other sputters in its death-flicker. Visible at the end of the hallway are a pair of black combat boots at the bottom of black denim-clad legs. Malcolm Drake sits at a right angle against the left wall with the Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Championship belt cradled across his waist.
As the camera approaches looks down at the belt and then slowly lifts it into the flickering light. There is a quarter-inch deep slice cut across the golden face of the title, diagonally from strap to strap. Drake traces his finger along the cut.
“THIS... was supposed to bring me happiness,” Drake says, in his sing-song cadence, “THIS... was supposed to bring me RESPECT. But what have I gotten for my troubles? A target. A target painted on MY BACK... and it says 'Hey. Hey, you. Why don't you grab a partner and a steel chair and try to make a name for yourself by hunting down the Crows.' This belt, THIS... has been an invitation to Hell. It's been a distraction.”
Drake begins to cradle the belt like a small child, rocking back and forth.
“Protecting this belt from those who don't deserve it has caused me to lose focus. Its shiny, shiny gleam has distracted the BEAST... that lies inside. I said that this belt has been an invitation to Hell. It led me there... it led me down that rabbit hole where I found all the demons and all the beasties buried... deep... inside...”
Drake pushes himself to his feet, still cradling the title belt as he leans with his back against the wall.
“But at Respect Is Earned... I'm coming back... and HELL is coming WITH ME!”
Drake lets out a hard single laugh that grows slowly into a cackle. He falls to his knees with the belt in his hands, panting and breathing heavy. The long strands of his blond hair hang over his face.
“Memento mori.”
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 12, 2013 18:58:21 GMT -5
Jimmy Page vs. Sean Sands
The lights dim to darkness, an eerie tune begins to play as if it’s cuing up for something. Suddenly drums kick in with the distorted sounds. The lights flash along with the sounds of the heart pounding drums. “They Are Lost” by Last Remaining Pinnacle starts to play. Jimmy Page with a controlled stagger bursts through the curtains with his arms out. He raises his head as the camera zooms in on his face, a stoic expression is shown with him chewing frantically on a piece of gum. Dressed in his ring attire with a black, denim vest, he makes his way down towards the ring. He marches towards the front of the ring, take a running start and slides onto the apron, stopping in the middle. Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from FLINT, MICHIGAN!... (The crowd boos) Cruz: ... weighing in at 230 pounds! He is "The King of the F'N World".... JIMMYY PAGE! A spotlight hits him as he glares around, almost in a scowl. He takes his time, talking to the crowd for a moment, mocking them. He stands up on the apron, and then makes his way to the apron on his left. He stands on it talking to the crowd so more, shouting at them, he spits his gum out towards them and leaps down. Taking his denim jacket off, he throws it recklessly towards the ground. He walks to his corner and sits down on the middle turnbuckle, his right hand resting on his cheek nonchalantly as he awaits the bell. As the opening beat of "We Can Make The World Stop" by Glitch Mob hits, the crowd begins to cheer as they await for the very liked face that is Sean Sands. The black curtains are opened and most of the fans can see a man standing behind them. Sean Sands, with his regular in-ring attire, steps out from behind the ring curtains and looks out at the crowd, smiling. Clement: Jimmy Page vowed that he would break Sean Sands tonight and he would break him bad! Grayson: Judging by his track record, I wouldn't doubt him. He says he's going to derail the Sands "hype train" and I fully believe that he has it within him to do just that. Crowd: And his opponent... from Cincinnati, Ohio! Weighing in at 215 pounds! He is the 2013 Frontier Lions Cup Winter!..... SEAN SANDS! He does not stand at the top of the ramp for long, quickly making his way down the ramp. He high fives a few fans along the way and eventually pulls off his t-shirt and either tosses it into the crowd, or hands it to someone in the front row. Grayson: Sands better wipe that smile off his face. Or Jimmy Page will gladly do it for him. Clement: Sands has his sights set on that FGA Championship match with Chris Q at "Respect is Earned." But Jimmy Page is no slouch. His record speaks for itself. And he provides a very stiff challenge for the #1 contender tonight. Sean Sands: Well, last week I had hoped to walk out with a victory over Malcolm Drake and I did. But, what happened post match kind of ruined that victory for me. Not surprising at all, Chris Q decided to attack me from behind with the Frontier Lion's Cup.
The audience boos, but Sands raises his free hand to try and quiet them down politely. They do manage to simmer down after a few seconds and he begins to speak again. Sean Sands: You know what? This just showed me how much Q wants me in that ring so I can beat his ass. Tell you what, Christopher. You want to attack me with the cup? You want to hit me from behind like a coward? How about you try that shit when I am staring at you right in the eyes!
The audience cheers once more, hoping to get a sample of what they can get at the Supershow in Toronto. A smirk on Sean's face appears. Sean Sands: After Madman is done beating your ass from post to post, how about you meet me outside the arena and I give you a little preview of what's coming your way at Respect is Earned?Some of the audience members already get the hell out of their seats and begin to leave the arena. Not yet, dumbasses.... Sean Sands: Be a man and come fight me in the damn parking lot. I'll be out there waiting.Sands drops the mic and begisn to exit the ring as "We Can Make The World Stop" by Glitch Mob begins to play. The bell sounds as Page tries to attack Sands right out of the gate. But Sands ducks the clothesline.... Clement: Jimmy Page not wasting any time in this one... When Page turns around, Sands responds with a series of right hands to cheers from the crowd. He then takes Page and goes for an irish whip. But Page reverses, sending Sands into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Page bends over to set up a back body drop. But Sands kicks him square in the face, sending him stumbling back to cheers from the crowd. Clement: What a kick that was by Sands. I bet that doesn't feel good... Sands then runs back into the ropes. When he comes back, Page grabs him by the hair and throws him down with a mat slam. The crowd boos. Clement: Page not exactly using the most technical of holds to send Sands down to the mat. Grayson: No, but it worked and that's all that matters... Page begins to put the boots to Sands, stomping away at him to boos from the crowd. He then kneels down over Sands and hammers away with right hands to the face. Crowd: Page Sucks! Page Sucks! Page Sucks!... Clement: This crowd is really letting Page have it as he lets Sands have it. Grayson: He's just hammering away with those punches! Page gets up and begins barking insults at the crowd. But while Page is distracted, this allows Sands time to get back up. Clement: Page now taking his eyes off of his opponent. And this may have been exactly what Sands needed... Grayson: C'mon Page, turn around! Once Sands is back up to a vertical base, Page turns around and sees this. So he charges ahead and throws another clothesline. But Sands ducks. Page's momentum sends him into the ropes. When Page comes back, Sands throws him down with a hip toss to cheers from the crowd. Page gets back up, but Sands throws him down with a scoop slam to cheers from the crowd. Page gets back up, but Sands knocks him down with a dropkick. The crowd cheers. As Page gets back up, Sands goes for another dropkick. But Page side steps and swats him down. The crowd boos. As Sands gets up on all fours, Page runs over and nails him with a punt kicks to the ribs. Clement: Sands looked to be gaining control of this match, but Page yanked it right back. Grayson: He saw that second dropkick coming a mile away. Sands better not telegraph his offense like this during his match with Chris Q! Page picks up Sands, runs into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Sands around, Page throws a right hand, but Sands blocks and counters with one of his own. The crowd cheers as Sands grabs Page and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He then turns Page around and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. He then brings Page from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But again, Page reverses and sends Sands into the ropes. When Sands comes back, he slides through Page's legs. When Page turns around, Sands pushes himself back up and throws out a kick. Page catches his foot, but Sands quickly counters with an enzuigiri, sending Page stumbling through the ropes and to the apron. The crowd cheers. As Page pulls himself up on the apron using the ropes, Sands runs into the corner, springboards onto the middle turnbuckle, rebounds back and connects with the Lip Buster. Page falls to the floor to cheers from the crowd. Clement: Another well-timed kick by Sands as he connects with the Lip Buster. And I don't think Page even knows where he is right now... As Page tries to shake out the cobwebs on the outside, Sands runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he charges forward and leaps through the ropes, connecting with a suicide dive that knocks Page against the barricade to cheers from the crowd. The fans in the front row then reach over the barricade and repeatedly slap it. Clement: Sands now with complete control of this match! And this crowd is firmly behind the Lions Cup Champion. Sands picks up Page, slams his head on the apron and then pushes him back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Page gets his shoulder up. Sands picks up Page and positions to lift him up for a suplex, but Page blocks the move. He then knees Sands in the midsection, causing the crowd to boo. He then delivers a double chop to the throat, sending Sands stumbling into the corner. As Page approaches, he connects with a forearm strike, followed by an elbow strike. He delivers another forearm strike, followed by an elbow strike. Page then unleashes a flurry of forearm strikes that send Sands slumping down in the corner. Clement: Page just absolutely unleashing those forearms on Sean Sands... Grayson: And if you think that's bad, just wait until he gets his hands on that little runt, Hunter Werth. The crowd boos as Page chokes Sands with his foot. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE.... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FI- Page quickly lets go as he runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a running knee facewash to boos from the crowd. He then reaches down, grabs Sands by the ankles, drags him from out of the corner and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sands gets his shoulder up. Page picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Page goes for a back elbow to the face. But Sands ducks and runs into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Page throws out a knife-edge chop. But Sands ducks and runs into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Page bends over to set up a back body drop. But Sands hurdles over him before running into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Page leap frogs over him. Sands continues to run into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Page turns him inside out with a lariat to boos from the crowd. Clement: What a lariat by Page! Grayson: That's it, it's over... ONE! . . TWO! . . Sands gets his shoulder up. Page then gets up, yanks Sands up by the arm he just lifted, scoops him up from the side and delivers a pendulum backbreaker. The crowd boos as Sands arches his back in pain. Page quickly makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sands gets his shoulder up. Clement: Another near fall for Page. It seems as though every time that Sands begins to gain some momentum, Page is right there to cut him off. Grayson: And that's great. He's not allowing Sands to control the match for any significant period of time. He's not allowing Sands to control the pace. He's fighting his fight. Page picks up Sands and delivers a knee strike to the midsection, doubling him over. He then lifts up Sands for a powerbomb, but Sands counters with a hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. He reaches back and hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Page kicks out. As both men get up, Page goes for a lariat, but Sands ducks and runs into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Page throws him down with an exploder suplex. The crowd boos as he hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sands gets his shoulder up. Page begins to repeatedly slap the canvas in frustration. He then gets up, heads over to the ropes and slips down to the outside. He marches around ringside, drops down to his knees, reaches underneath the ring and pulls out a steel chair to boos from the crowd. Clement: Oh boy, this isn't good... Grayson: For Sands? No, it's awful. But for Page? It's great! After sliding back into the ring with the chair, the official quickly snatches the chair from him to cheers from the crowd. But Page lunges forward and snatches the chair right back. He then raises the chair to hit Sands with it. But the ref jumps up and snatches the chair away from him again to cheers from the crowd. As Page argues with the ref, Sands rolls him up from behind with a school boy. ONE! . . TWO! . . Page kicks out. As both men get up, Sands connects with a roundhouse kick to cheers from the crowd. While Page appears dazed, Sands leaps up and plants him with Face Meets Mat. The crowd cheers as Sands turns over Page and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Page gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd. Clement: Page continues to somehow escape the three count. Grayson: That's because he's a fighter. There's no quit in him... Sands picks up Page and goes for an irish whip. But Page reverses, sending Sands into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Page goes for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. But Sands counters with an arm drag to cheers from the crowd. As both men get up, Sands runs over and knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. The crowd cheers. Page gets back up, but Sands knocks him down with a bicycle kick to cheers from the crowd. As Page gets up, Sands runs into the ropes. When Page turns around, he turns right into the Sands Kick to cheers from the crowd. Clement: It may just be lights out for Jimmy Page after that kick. This could be it... ONE! . . TWO! . . Page gets his shoulder up to sighs, followed by boos from the crowd. Sands then gets up and points to the top turnbuckle as he heads out onto the apron. The crowd cheers. Clement: Sands now looking to go up top to finish this off... As Sands climbs the turnbuckle, Page rushes over, grabs him and slams him down to boos from the crowd. While Sands arches his back in pain, Page turns around, latches onto the top turnbuckle pad and rips it off, exposing the steel turnbuckle to boos from the crowd. The ref goes over and scolds him, ordering him to put it back on. But Page responds by sending the pad flying into the crowd. Clement: Page has got the top turnbuckle exposed! The ref needs to disqualify him now! Grayson: Why? There's nothing wrong with a little redecorating. Clement: The only thing he wants to redecorate is Sands' face... After going over and picking up Sands, Page runs over and tries to slam Sands head-first onto the exposed steel turnbuckle. But Sands gets his foot on the middle turnbuckle, blocking the move. He then elbows Page and goes to slam his head onto the exposed steel. But Page grabs the top ropes, blocking the move. He then knees Sands in the midsection, turns and goes for an irish whip. But Sands reverses, sending Page into the opposite corner. Sands runs, jumps and connects with a jumping corner splash to cheers from the crowd. He then takes Page and whips him into the opposite corner. Page cringes in pain upon impact. Sands runs, jumps and goes for another jumping corner splash. Page moves out of the way.... Clement: Oh no! …. but Sands lands safely on the middle ropes. The crowd cheers. But the cheers quickly turn to boos as Page grabs Sands by the ankle and jerks back, causing Sands to slip and fall face-first onto the exposed steel turnbuckle. The crowd boos. Grayson: I bet that'll leave a mark in the morning... Page then grabs sands, brings him away from the corner and slams him down with Nirvana to boos from the crowd. Grayson: Face-first into the canvas! It's over... ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! “They Are Lost” hits to boos from the crowd. Cruz: Here is your winner, JIMMY PAGE! Page runs his hands through his hair before getting up and taking in all the boos from the crowd. Clement: Page got a huge win and keeps his record spotless. But a huge assist needs to go to that exposed steel turnbuckle! Grayson: Quit your crying, Kev. It's not like Sands didn't try to do the same thing... Clement: But not until after Page exposed the turnbuckle in the first place! Grayson: It doesn't matter. If the shoe was on the other foot, you wouldn't be crying and these people wouldn't be booing. Well I suggest you all get used to the view. Page is going to keep winning. And at "Respect is Earned", Sands will be on his back - out cold - as Chris Q stands victorious over him... |
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 12, 2013 19:01:52 GMT -5
(The show cuts backstage to where The Murder member and one half of the first ever FGA Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Champions, Dom Harter is walking down a corridor; he’s ready dressed in his ring attire, his wrists taped up, his denim shorts, black boots and his new favorite Aurora Jansen ‘Believe’ t-shirt. As he turns left around a corner he comes face to face with Chris Tryon, who is also ready dressed for their upcoming match, standing their in his singlet and boots.)
Dom Harter: You…
(Is the only word muttered by the crow as he cranks his neck and walks slowly towards his foe. He wears a scowl on his face; his brow furrowed, his lips pressed tightly together and his nose scrunched up. Tryon, to his credit, strides stoically to meet Harter half way. Anger is visible on Tryon’s face too, however; his eyes narrowed as the two men stop inches apart from one another. Their foreheads pushed against each other as they to push the other away.)
Dom Harter: I can’t wait to get you in that steel cage tonight.
Chris Tryon: As I see it, I finally get you one-on-one.
(Tryon breaks a smirk as Harter snorts in anger.)
Dom Harter: I’m going to end you tonight…
Chris Tryon: You can try, but you haven’t managed to do so yet.
(Pure unadulterated rage flashes across Dom’s face as he shoves Tryon back, but Chris steadies himself and returns to his previous position. The two men continue butting heads as Harter tries his intimidation tactics once more.)
Dom Harter: There will be no escape, no way out for you…
Chris Tryon: No chance for your friends to interfere.
Dom Harter: I. Don’t. Need. Help. Not tonight, not to paint the canvas with your blood.
Chris Tryon: And I’m going to knock out your teeth with my kicks. I know you hate me, Dom. I know you don’t respect me, but don’t expect this match to be easy. And know this…I’m leaving with my head held high.
(Harter seethes, breaking the bullish standoff as he cocks back his right arm – but Chris doesn’t flinch. He remains still, staring intensely at Dom, who lowers his arm.)
Dom Harter: Soon…
(He says before walking past Tryon, shouldering him out of the way as he passes. The camera remains on Chris Tryon, who exhales deeply as he watches Dom leave the scene.)
Chris Tryon: Well, here's hoping he doesn't choke me out with my own intestines...
(Fade out.)
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 12, 2013 19:07:34 GMT -5
Pride Championship Match (c) Chaths vs. Chris Bond
"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. 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 is not only fighting for his own pride, but for the pride of the fans and FGA as a whole. Grayson: That's cute. I'm sure it'd look really nice on a t-shirt. Bond can fight for the Pope for all I care. Here's the thing. He lost. He lost this very same championship to Chaths in his very first defense. And as much as he wants to talk about how he took Chaths for granted and underestimated him... I have to wonder if Bond, deep down, believes he can beat him. The lights in the arena go of as the opening seconds of “Nibiru” by Ab-Soul begins to fill the venue. “Fuck I’m doin’ talkin’ ‘bout pineal glands? Fuck I’m doin’ talkin’ ‘bout pineal glands? Ancient ways of Sumerians. Ain’t nothing wrong with a righteous man. Uh, this is my Anunaki flow. Oh, this be my Anunaki flow. Yo, I got that Anunaki flow. You are now on Planet X. I’m the God, show your respect. Hiiipower.” The lights come on to reveil Chaths standing at the top of the ramp with his hooded, sleeveless trench coat on and his hood covering his face. He holds his handmade tonfa with his right hand. Making his way down to the ring, Chaths slowly surveys the arena as the crowd boos. He uses the steps to enter the ring, stopping at the top step to face the people that hate him. He removes his hood to reveal a dastardly smirk before entering the ring through the top and second rope. He silently goes to his corner and removes his coat, handing it to a stagehand. Chaths then places his tonfa in his corner. Hopping up to take a seat on top of the turnbuckle, he patiently waits for his opponent. Clement: And there's the champion, Chaths. Give him credit. He defeated Bond straight up and took Bond, and FGA at large by surprise. But now that the cat is out of the bag, can he do it again. Can he successfully defend his championship? Grayson: He's not about to pull a Bond and be "one and done." Chaths actually lives up to expectations and hasn't spent his relatively young career dissapointing people like a certain "Battle Hardened" veteran... Clement: Well we'll find out in due time just who will walk out of that ring the Pride Champion. For now, let's send it into the ring where Manny Cruz is ready to give the in-ring introductions.. Cruz: The following contest will be contested under Pride Rules. And it is for the PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP! (Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd) Cruz: Introducing first, the challenger! Now residing out of Chicago, Illinois by way of San Antonio, Texas! Weighing in at 238 pounds.... CHRIS BOND! (The crowd cheers as Bond raises his arms in the air.) Cruz: And his opponent, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 205 pounds! He is the reigning... defending.... Pride Champion! Ladies and gentlemen, CHATHS! (The crowd boos as Chaths climbs onto the middle rope and raises his championship in the air.) Clement: This should be a good one. Chaths, with or without that tonfa, is a dangerous man. Bond, on the other hand, has seen it all and done it all. He's got the weight, the strength and the experience edge. Chaths, obviousy, has speed and agility on his side. Which set of skills will win out? The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring. After staring each other down, Chaths bumps Bond with his chest. The crowd boos. But the boos turn to cheers when Bond comes back with a push. Chaths responds with a push of his own. The crowd boos. Bond comes right back with another push. Chaths then piefaces Bond to boos from the crowd. So Chaths barks insults at Bond, but knocks him down with a right hand to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: A blatant sucker punch by Bond. Clement: I don't know about a sucker punch. But it was a punch, nonetheless. And the referee qucikly gives Bond a warning for using the closed fist... As Chaths gets up, Bond grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Chaths comes back, Bond nails him with a kitchen sink to the midsection, sending Chaths flipping over his knee. The crowd cheers. Bond picks up Chaths and nails him with a series of knife-edge chops. Each chop knocks Chaths closer and closer to the corner. After Bond shoves Chaths into the corner, he climbs up onto the middle ropes and nails Chaths with open palm strikes as the crowd counts along. Crowd: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, Chaths slips out underneath and places Bond on his shoulders. The crowd boos as Chaths walks across the ring before delivering an electric chair drop. He then scurries over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Bond kicks out. Chaths picks up Bond and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Chaths knocks him down with a back elbow to the face. He drops down and makes the cover with his forearm across Bond's jaw. ONE! . . TWO! . . Bond kicks out. Clement: Another nearfall by Chaths. You know, after what Bloodbath & Beyond did to Jason Richards two weeks ago and after the stunt they pulled tonight, you have to wonder if Sylar Drake and Jason Richards will make their presence known in this match. Grayson: If they know what's good for them, they won't. Chaths picks up Bond and moves him into the corner. He delivers a series of knife-edge chops of his own. The crowd boos. After sizing Bond up, Chaths nails him with a shoot kick to the midsection, doubling Bond over. He then picks Bond back up before whipping him into the opposite corner. Chaths runs across the ring. But Bond ducks the oncoming attack and dumps him over the top rope with a fireman's carry to cheers from the crowd... Clement:... and Chaths flies to the outside! … but Chaths lands safely on his feet on the apron. When Bond turns around, Chaths knocks him down with a springboard front dropkick. The crowd boos as he makes the cover. Grayson: Bond nearly had the wind knocked out of him with that dropkick... ONE! . . TWO! . . Bond gets his shoulder up. Clement: ... only two. Speaking of stunts from earlier tonight, I still can't believe that stunt that Johnny Karma pulled. How tasteless can you get? Grayson: Tasteless? Clearly it was all in good fun. Chaths picks up Bond, snapmares him over and then delivers a stiff kick to the back. The crowd boos as Bond arches his back in pain. After sizing up Bond, Chaths connects with a shoot kick to the face, knocking him flush against the canvas. The crowd boos. Chaths then bounces into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a jumping knee drop. But Bond moves out of the way, causing Chaths to connect with nothing but the canvas to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: Oh no! Clement: There was nobody home on that one! As Chaths gets up, Bond runs over and kicks his leg out from under him. The crowd cheers. Chaths gets back up, but Bond kicks his leg out from under him again to cheers from the crowd. Bond begins circling Chaths, waiting impatiently for him to get up. Once Chaths gets back up, Bond runs from behind and tries to kick the leg out from under him. But Chaths jumps up, evading the kick. Once Chaths lands back on the canvas, Bond quickly turns around and delivers a basement dropkick to the knee, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd. Clement: Bond is wisely going after that knee of Chaths. The Pride Champion has a sizeable advantage in the speed and agility department over him. If Bond works over that leg, not only will it slow Chaths down, but it will force Chaths to move away from some of his leg-based offense. Bond picks up Chaths, lifts him up and delivers a kneebreaker, followed by a dragonscrew legwhip. The crowd cheers as Chaths clutches his knee in pain. Bond goes over, lifts up the leg and calls for a Figure Four. The crowd cheers. As Bond turns around and is about to lock in the hold, Chaths takes his free leg and nails Bond with three rapid front kicks to the face. He then pulls his leg back and thrusts forward, connecting with an ax kick to boos from the crowd. As Bond drops on all fours, Chaths gets up, grabs him by the arm and rolls him up with a la magistral. ONE! . . TWO! . . Bond kicks out. Clement: Chaths nearly snuck away with a fall there... As both men get up, Chaths knocks Bond down with a haymaker. The crowd boos. Clement: And just like with Bond, the ref is quick to issue Chaths a warning for that closed fist. Grayson: It was clearly a slap. Clement: I don't know what match you're watching... Chaths picks bond back up and nails him with a headbutt, sending him stumbling into the ropes. After limping over towards Bond, Chaths grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Chaths connects with a spinning back kick to the midsection, doubling him over. While Bond is doubled over, Chaths uses his good leg to nail him with rapid knee lifts to the face. The crowd boos as Bond drops on on all fours. Chaths begins to limp around the ring, trying his best to walk off the pain. When Bond gets up on one knee, Chaths runs as best as he can across the ring, jumps up and connects with a Shining Yakuza Kick to boos from the crowd. Chaths can be seen immediately clutching his leg. Grayson: Not bad for a one-legged man. Clement: He is a fighter, I'll give Chaths that much... Chaths then picks up Bond, lifts him up and throws him down with his End of Days. The crowd boos as Chaths drops to his knees. After grabbing his knee, Chaths pushes himself over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! CHATHS – 1
BOND – 0 Clement: And with that, Chaths is able to go up 1-0 on Bond. Grayson: Now all the pressure is solely on Bond. He has to win two straight falls over the champ to walk out of here a winner. He couldn't do it last time. I doubt it happens again... Bond lays on his back as Chaths again tries to walk off the pain. Once the 30 second mandatory rest period ends, Chaths can be seen shaking his leg. On the other side of the ring, Bond slowly gets up to his feet. Chaths then darts across the ring and connects with a running front dropkick, sending Bond stumbling through the ropes and onto the apron. The crowd boos. Clement: That leg isn't effecting him nearly as much as it was before... Grayson: And that's bad news for Bond... Chaths goes over, picks up Bond, runs into the corner and slams Bond's head against the ring post. He then takes a few steps back, runs forward and slams Bond's face again into the ring post. The crowd boos as Chaths turns Bond around, climbs up onto the ropes and applies the Bite of the Dragon. The crowd boos as Bond can be heard groaning in pain. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE! Chaths breaks the hold. But it's too late as the ref goes across the ring and calls for the bell. The crowd cheers. CHATHS – 1
BOND – 1 Grayson: What just happened!? Clement: It looks like the ref just disqualified Chaths for not breaking the hold in time. Grayson: He cant do that! Clement: He just did... The ref and Chaths continue to argue. But once the rest period ends, Chaths turns and sees Bond pulling himself up using the ropes. So he darts across the ring and connects with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. The crowd boos. He then grabs Bond and goes to suplex him back into the ring. But Bond blocks the move. So Chaths goes for another suplex but again, Bond blocks the move. After tightening his grip, Bond suplexes Chaths over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers as Chaths arches his back in pain. Clement: What a move by Chris Bond! We often see guys getting suplexed into the ring, but rarely suplexed out of the ring. And that may have just taken the wind right out of Chaths' sails. Bond slips down from off the apron. He goes over, picks up Chaths and rolls him back into the ring. After rolling himself back into the ring, he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chaths gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd. Bond picks up Chaths and whips him towards the ropes. Chaths uses the momentum to go for a handspring back elbow. But Bond catches him in mid air and counters with a release german suplex to cheers and applause from the crowd. Clement: What a counter by Bond! Grayson: He may ahve just dropped Chaths right on his neck. Chaths can be seen clutching the back of his neck in pain. Bond goes over, picks up Chaths and positions him for a piledriver. But Chaths counters with a standing double leg takedown. The crowd boos as Chaths wraps his arms around Bond's legs and leans back, catapulting Bond into the corner. When Bond turns around, Chaths runs across the ring and connects with a cartwheel into a jumping twisting enzuigiri. The crowd boos as Bond crumbles from out of the corner. Chaths makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Bond gets his shoulder up. Chaths takes Bond and nails him with a European Uppercut. But Bond comes back with one of his own. Chaths then delivers another European Uppercut. The crowd boos. But Bond comes right back with one of his own. The crowd cheers. As Chaths throws another European Uppercut, Bond counters with a backslide pin to cheers from the crowd. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chaths slips out. As Bond stands up on his knees, Chaths goes for a buzzsaw kick. But Bond ducks, quickly gets up to his feet, grabs Chaths and tosses him through the ropes and onto the apron. He then reaches through the ropes, grabs Chaths and drags him into position across the middle rope. Bond looks around as the crowd cheers. He nods his head before planting Chaths with the Rejection to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: Oh no... Clement: You know what comes next... Bond crouches down as he waits patiently for Chaths to get up. Once Chaths finally gets up, Bond spins him around, grabs a hold of him and delivers his End of Days to cheers from the crowd. Bond makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! “You Know My Name” blasts over the PA to cheers from the crowd. Cruz: Here is your winner and the NEW Pride Champion, CHRIS BOND! The ref hands Bond the Pride Championship to cheers from the crowd. Clement: Bond's done it! Bond's done it! He's recaptured the Pride Championship! Honor has been restored to the Pride Championship! Grayson: He better savor this moment and hope that he doesn't drop the ball again. Because Johnny Karma will be waiting to take that Pride Championship from him at "Respect is Earned." Bond climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle and raises the Pride Championship to cheers from the crowd. |
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 12, 2013 19:11:37 GMT -5
As the scene slowly comes back from commercial, the scene is a bit blurry. The camera finally gets focused in and we see nothing but the words TV. The camera backs up a few feet and we see that it is newcomer to the FGA, Troy Vincent. Behind him stands his colleague Clint Clofton. They both are standing there with smiles on their faces.
Troy Vincent: I have finally stepped back into wrestling entertainment. I have been out of the game for a month now and it’s killing me. It feels like eternity to me.
Clint Clofton: Well compared what we use to be Troy it is. But now it’s going to be different.
Both of them smile.
Troy Vincent: You got that right. Listen up FGA. I may be new to you, but I am well known throughout the wrestling industry. I came from a place where I use to be a World Champion, but I'm not going to sit here and toot my whistle because I was. But what I have learned throughout one year of being a professional superstar is that once the new ones come in, might as well forget about the old ones. See I felt like I was being under utilized, that's why I am here now. I came to FGA to start over, make a new life for myself. So here I am, fresh and ready to prove my worth.
Clint Clofton: People already know about you Troy, so this wont be like a fresh start. I mean it may be a different federation and new people to work with and against, but you are still known throughout the wrestling fans.
Troy Vincent: Thats exactly what I am looking for Clint. I came here for a reason and that was to re-establish a name for myself. FGA seemed like a good place to be, so thats why I am here. When I first walked into the wrestling industry, I announced that I was going to be World Champion. It happened after I took my step towards the throne. But I'm not coming in this time with the same mind set, no. I'm coming into the FGA, worried only about how I am going to come alive. I'm going to become the same man that I set out to be one year and one month ago. I know that Frontier already has stuff lined up, but now that I am here. Stuff will be a little bit different. I'm coming in to same my career and to be the best that there can be. So watch out FGA, I'm coming in STRONG!
Troy walks away as the camera begins to fade. Clint is still standing there with a smile from ear to ear on his face.
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 12, 2013 19:18:44 GMT -5
Chris Q vs. Madman Szalinski
"NESkimos" by Dr. Wily Part One blasts over the PA as Madman Szalinski and Ariel Shadows step through the curtain to cheers from the crowd. Madman looks out at the adoring crowd and nods his head. He then raises his GFC Commonwealth and Tag Team Title belts to cheers from the crowd. The two make their way down the aisle, acknowledging the fans along the way. Crowd: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Ariel Shadows! From the Fire Fields! Weighing in at 187 pounds! He is MADMAN SZALINSKI! After running up the steps, Madman enters through the ropes and raises his two championship belts again to cheers from the crowd. Clement: Madman Szalinski, the champion of two GFC Championships over in Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER. Which is a first, might I add. He is a co-holder of the World Tag Team Titles along with his fellow Shoot King, Graham Clauson. And he is the reigning Commonwealth Champion, which is somewhat similar to FGA's own Pride Championship. Chris Q may say that those belts don't matter. But the fact of the matter is that Madman is a man with championship pedigree. He knows how to excel on the big stage. And there's no bigger stage than a match with Chris Q. Grayson: Chris Q is right. This isnt FRONTIER, so those belts have no value here. The only belts that matter are on the ones with FGA on them. And theres no bigger belt than the one that the Big Bad of FGA carries. "The Earths Rotation Around the Sun" begins blasting through the speakers. From the top of the entrance way, Chris Q emerges to an extremely negative reaction. Embracing the negativity from the audience, Chris Q makes his way to the ring while getting into the faces of a few fans. Cruz: And his opponent, from Lone Oak, Texas! Weighing in at 241 pounds! He is the reigning FGA Heavyweight Champion! He is the "Big Bad of FGA"!....... CHRIS Q! When he gets to the ring, Chris Q slides under the bottom rope and slowly gets to his feet. The fans continue to boo as Chris looks out into the crowd with a cocky smile across his face. Chris Q once again yells at the fans as the music dies down. He raises his championship belt directly in Madman's sight to a chorus of boos. Clement: Chris Q is as arrogant as ever. And if I had his level of success and his level of dominance, I'd probably be cocky, too. Grayson: So then what are you getting so bent out of shape over? Clement: At some point, Chris Q is going to have to start showing these opponents of his soem respect! Grayson: Chris Q doesn't have to show anyone respect. He is the FGA Heavyweight Champion! No one in this company's history has had the dominant run that he's had. It's everyone else that should be showing him respect. Q will give respect when it's beaten into him. But that's never going to happen. The bell sounds as both men lock up. Madman quickly places Q in a side headlock to cheers from the crowd. But Q quickly shoves Madman off of him and into the ropes. When Madman comes back, Q knocks him down with a running shoulderblock to boos from the crowd. He then runs into the ropes as Madman kips back up to his feet. When Q comes back, Madman goes to throw him down with a hip toss, but Q blocks the move. So Madman tries to throw him down with another hip toss. But again, Q blocks the move. Q goes to counter with a clothesline. But Madman ducks. When Q turns around, Madman leaps up and delivers a headscissors takedown. The crowd cheers. Q gets back up, but Madman throws him down with a Japanese arm drag. The crowd cheers. Q gets back up, but Madman brings him down with a deep arm drag. The crowd cheers. Madman gets back up, but Q brings him back down with another deep arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Q gets back up, he goes for a clothesline. But Madman ducks and throws him down with a spinning arm drag to cheers from the crowd. As Q gets up, Madman grabs his arm, wrings it and follows up with a fireman's carry takeover to cheers from the crowd. As Q sits up, Madman reaches down and slaps the taste right out of his mouth to cheers from the crowd. The crowd cheers. As Madman circles the ring with his arms raised, Q is trembling with anger after getting backhand slapped across the face. Clement: What a slap that was by Madman Szalinski! Grayson: You mean "what a stupid mistake that was by Madman Szalinski." Who in the hell does he think he is? You don't do that to Chris Q! Q gets back up to his feet. Madman prepares for a collar & elbow tie-up. But Q bull rushes Madman, brings him off the mat with a double leg pick-up and rams him back-first into the corner. Grayson: And now he's paying for it! Git him, Q, get him! The crowd boos as Q delivers several deep shoulder thrusts that nearly knock the wind right out of Madman. Once Q stands up, he hammers away with a series of right hands to the face, pummeling Madman down in the corner. But Q isn't done. He reaches down, grabs Madman by his mask and brings him back up to his feet. He unleashes a series of knee strikes to the midsection, followed by a series of elbow strikes to the head. The crowd boos. After sizing up Madman, Q unleashes a series of clubbing forearms to both sides of the head, sending Madman slumping back down in the corner. The crowd continues to boo as Q puts the boots to him, stomping away at his chest. He then reaches down, brings up Madman by his mask and delivers a slap of his own, sending Madman stumbling into the ropes to boos from the crowd. Clement: And Chris Q now with a hard slap of his own. Grayson: Maybe he slapped some sense into him... But the boos turn to cheers as Madman bounces off the ropes and blasts Q with a palm strike that echoes throughout the building. Madman then rattles off another palm strike... and another. The crowd cheers. Madman then reaches back and goes for another palm strike. But Q ducks and lifts Madman across his shoulders. The crowd boos. Grayson: The Compactor! Clement: Chris Q is looking to finish this thing early... But the boos turn to cheers as Madman repeatedly elbows him in the side of the head. He then slips down from behind and shoves Q into the ropes. When Q comes back, Madman bends over to set up a back body drop. But Q stops, grabs Madman by his tights, runs and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd boos. Clement: Chris Q flings Madman to the outside. And the masked grappler takes a hard spill to the floor... Q begins to pace back and forth as Madman lays on the floor in pain. After looking over the ropes, the ref begins to count him out. Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... As Madman pulls himself up using the edge of the apron, Q makes his way over towards the ropes. As Madman pulls himself up onto the apron using the ropes, Q goes to grab him. But Madman ducks and connects with a shoulder thrust through the ropes, doubling Q over. He then slingshots himself over the top rope and delivers a sunset flip to cheers from the crowd. ONE! . . TWO! . . Q kicks Madman in the head to break the hold. As both men get up, Madman charges over and knocks him down with a running Bionic Elbow. The crowd cheers. Q gets up, but Madman knocks him down with another running Bionic Elbow. The crowd cheers. As Q gets up, Madman goes for another running elbow. But Q counters, hoisting Madman in the air for a pop-up powerbomb. But Madman counters with a hurricanrana. He then rolls back, grabs Q by the legs and turns him over into a Texas Cloverleaf to cheers from the crowd. Q can be seen cringing in pain. Clement: What a maneuver by Madman! And there's nowhere for the champ to go! The ref asks Q if he wants to give up. But Q tells the ref to fuck off. Madman then pulls back, causing Q to groan in pain. The crowd cheers. They're firmly behind the Shoot King. Crowd: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!... Clement: It's rare seeing Chris Q defenseless. But that's exactly what he is right now as Madman has the cloverleaf applied... The ref asks Q if he wants to give up. But Q refuses to quit. He then pushes himself off the mat and begins to slowly crawl across the ring to boos from the crowd. He reaches out and grabs the bottom rope to a downpour of boos. The ref then gives Madman until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... Madman breaks the hold. He picks up Q and whips him into the corner. Once Q is in the corner, the crowd cheers. Madman looks out at the crowd and yells, 'READY!” The crowd cheers. He then steps back and assumes the three-point stance. “DOWN!” Madman then charges into the corner and connects with a series of Tecmo Elbows to cheers from the crowd. After each elbow, he screams out “HUT!” along with the crowd. The crowd cheers as Q slumps down in the corner. Madman then drags him from out of the corner and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Q gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd. Clement: A nearfall there by the Shoot King. You think Chris Q respects him now? Grayson: No... Madman picks up Q and whips him into the ropes. When Q comes back, he knocks Madman down with a cross body block to boos from the crowd. Clement: Chris Q with a crossbody from out of nowhere! He hooks the leg.... ONE! . . TWO! . . Madman kicks out. Q picks up Madman and goes for an irish whip. But Madman reverses, sending Q into the ropes. When Q comes back, Madman goes for a lariat. But Q ducks, causing Madman to run into the ropes. Q then runs into the same set of ropes. Once Madman is near the center of the ring, he stops. When he turns around, he turns right into a lariat that turns him inside out. The crowd boos as Q makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Madman gets his shoulder up. Grayson: Madman may have gotten his shoulder up. But he nearly got his head knocked off by the champ. Q picks up Madman and whips him hard into the corner. As Madman stumbles out, Q throws him down with a back body drop to boos from the crowd. Madman can be seen arching his back in pain. Q goes over, picks up Madman and delivers a snap suplex. The crowd boos as Madman arches his back in pain. Q gets up, picks up Madman and delivers another snap suplex. The crowd boos as he turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Madman gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Clement: Another nearfall there by the champion. Whether it's in singles or tag team action, Madman Szalinski is a tough out. Grayson: I never said he wasn't. But if you think he's going to defeat the Big Bad of FGA, then think again. Q picks up Madman and whips him into the ropes. When Madman comes back, Q bends over to set up a back body drop. But Madman counters with a high knee lift, sending Q stumbling back to cheers from the crowd. He then runs back into the ropes. When Madman comes back, Q quickly hoists him up and fall back, delivering a Samoan Drop to boos from the crowd. Q gets up, heads into the corner and begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, he backflips off, going for a moonsault... but Madman rolls out of the way, causing Q to connect with nothing but canvas to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: AH! Clement: And nobody's home as Mad rolls rolls out of the way! Crowd: Madman! Madman! Madman! Madman!... As both men slowly get back up their feet, Madman connects with a jumping shin kick to the midsection. He then takes Q and goes for an irish whip. But Q reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Madman comes back, he knocks down Q with a running lariat to cheers from the crowd. As Q gets back up, Madman kicks him in the midsection. He then goes for a vertical suplex. But Q slips down from behind and counters with the Cracker-Jack. The crowd boos as Madman arches his back in pain. He then picks up Madman, lifts him up and delivers two no-release powerbombs to boos from the crowd. He hoists Madman back up for a third powerbomb. But he shifts Madman across his shoulders before planting him with The Compactor to boos from the crowd. The ref slides over to make the count. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! "The Earths Rotation Around the Sun" blares throughout the building to boos from the crowd. Cruz: Here is your winner, CHRIS Q! The ref goes over and hands Chris Q his FGA Heavyweight Championship. Q snatches the belt away from the ref before raising it in the air to boos from the crowd. Grayson: Hey Kev, tell me if you've heard this before. Chris Q picks up the victory... again! Clement: Chris Q got himself another win. But it was by no means easy. Grayson: It doesn't matter how easy or hard it was. The man finds a way to win. And he'll find away to beat that punk Sean Sands as Respect is Earned! |
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 12, 2013 19:29:36 GMT -5
(A member of the backstage personnel walks over and hands Clement a brown box.)
Clement: What on earth is this?
Grayson: Obviously a gift from one of my fans. Over here! Gimme! Gimme!
Clement: You have fans?
(Grayson snatches the box away from the backstage worker. He then shoos him away.)
Clement: Well, what are you waiting for?
Grayson: ... how about you open it instead?
Clement: Why would I open it? It's from your "fans."
Grayson: But what if there's like a snake inside of there or something?
Clement: So if someone jumps out of the box, you want it to attack me?
Grayson: Hey, better me than you.
Clement: You're something else, you know what?
(Clement snatches the box away from Grayson. After ripping off the packing tape, Clement pulls back the top flaps and reaches inside the box. He pulls out... a head of a stuffed panda bear.... that's missing the rest of its body.)
Clement: Alright, this is twice now that this has happened! Could someone tell me what's going on here?
Grayson: Don't look at me!
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