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Post by FGA Office on Oct 26, 2013 20:42:51 GMT -5
Dark Match
10-Minute Time Limit
Nate Adams vs. Bushido
"Blue Orchid" by the White Stripes hits over the speakers, and Nate Adams steps onto the stage, looking around the crowd and giving a little nod. He then jogs down the ramp, slapping hands with whatever handful of fans is actually interested enough to high five him. He circles the ring, hyping the crowd a bit before coming back around to slide inside. He scales the middle turnbuckle then, pumping a fist in the air before hopping back down and heading to his corner to prepare for the opening bell.
Smoke fills the entrance way as the music begins to play the lights have gone out the lights then go white with one single red spot light as he appears at the top of the entrance way. He has a ninja mask hiding is face. (always wears these during entrance in various colors and designs.). He begins making his way to the ring as he does the fans in the crowd slap him on the shoulder and back as he stops at the apron. He slowly looks around before climbing the ring steps and stepping through the ropes. He stands in the middle of the ring as he starts a marital arts display. He ends with a furry of roundhouse kick as he lands he rips away the mask spraying mist. He walks over taking some water he washes out his mouth as he waits for the opening bell.
Both men circle the ring as the bell rings. Bushido, the more experienced one, is the first to make a move as he shoots a low kick towards the leg of Nate, weakening the young American. He connects with several more low kicks, then sweeps Nate's legs, sending him down. Bushido grabs the leg, putting the pressure on the knee with a simple submission technique. Adams uses his free leg to kick his opponent and get him away from himself. Nate stands up, but Bushido rushes at him again and hits a Spinning Crescent Kick. First pin attempt of the match belongs to The World Warrior.
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TWO!
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And a kickout by Adams just in time.
Bushido rests his opponent in the corner and lights up his chest with several Knife Edge Chops. Adams avoids one of them, gets behind Bushido and shoves him to the corner. He steps on the second rope and delivers several punches to the face of the Japanese wrestler, but Bushido manages to quickly sneak behind Nate between his legs and hit a beautiful Elevated Backstabber! As Adams falls hard from the second rope, Bushido makes the cover.
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TH- Kickout by Nate!
Bushido motions for his opponent to stand up. As he does, Bushido goes for Jade Flash (Superkick), but Nate catches his leg and performs a nice Dragon Screw Legwhip. Wanting to use the sudden advantage, he runs off the ropes and delivers a Running Senton. Pin attempt follows.
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TW-- Kickout!
Nate wastes no time as he grabs Bushido and raises him up. Adams connects with a simple Suplex, the hops on the second rope again. He goes for Diving Elbow Drop, but Bushido moves away! Adams gets on one knee, only to finally receive Jade Flash (Superkick). Once again Nate Adams finds his shoulders on the mat.
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TH-- Kickout!
Still life left in the kid from Aurora, Illinois. Bushido lets him stand up, then rocks him with a Mule Kick and Irish Whips him towards the ropes. As Nate bounces back, he catches the Japanese star off guard with a brutal Discus Clothesline! Nate picks Bushido up, the Japanese wrestler goes for desperate Clothesline, but misses and finds himself in a German Suplex hold. Adams goes for the Release German, but Bushido lands on his feet. He charges at Nate once again, but the rookie presents a nice counter right into a Small Package!
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TWO!
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THREE!
Winner: Nate Adams
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 26, 2013 20:43:19 GMT -5
Dark Match
10-Minute Time Limit
Troy Vincent vs. Vincent "Abdullah Fathi" Williams
"Rise for Islam" by Soldiers of Allah starts playing. Abdullah Fathi comes out the black curtain wearing a kufi, blue jeans, boots, and a loose fitting shirt. On the way to the ring Abdullah may stop to hand brochures or money to little children or brochures to adults. Upon entering the ring Abdullah will walk over to a corner of the ring and make a two rakat salah silently before taking off his kufi and turning to wait for his opponent.
All of a sudden the runway fills up with fog. Blue lights start shining and the sounds of "My Time To Shine” by Saliva starts to play throughout the arena. The crowd begins to cheer as Troy Vincent walks out from underneath the curtain. He stops as soon as he gets out and grins at the crowd’s reaction. He then begins walking down the runway, looking through the crowd. He gets to the ring and he climbs in between the top rope and the middle rope. When he enters the ring, he goes to the middle, looking to the right and the left, smirking at the crowd. His head lowers and then he raises it back up, so does his arms. Yelling towards the sky. He walks to the ropes, center of the ring and he steps up on the bottom rope. Holding himself with one arm, he raises the other one up, winking at the crowd with a big smile on his face.
The bell sounds as Troy quickly gains the advantage thanks to his power and throws Fathi to the corner. He squashes him with a corner splash that is followed up with a Powerslam. He locks Abdullah's leg in a simple Kneebar, perhaps preparing him for his submission finisher early. Fathi finds his way out thanks to grabbing the ropes. Troy grabs him and goes for his Powerbomb finisher he calls Overkill very early, but it backfires as his opponent turns it into a Victory Roll pin attempt.
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Vincent kicks out.
He charges at Fathi, but is rocked by a Dropkick straight to the face. He quickly takes the Full Mount position and locks a painful Armbar on the big man. Vincent tries to use his free arm to punch his opponent and he, in the end, manages to fight him off. Troy gets up only to receive a low kick that sends him on one knee. Fathi runs off the ropes and delivers a stiff Shining Wizard. He covers again.
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Troy Vincent kicks out.
Fathi measure him and just as he gets up, he goes for a kick, but Vincent catches the leg, kicks it and then takes Fathi down with a Clothesline. He grabs Fathi by the arm and Irish Whips him over the ropes. Vincent gets on the top rope and as he sees Fathi getting up at ringside, he wipes him out with a Diving Clothesline. People cheer for the risk this big man has taken, and in the meantime, Troy picks Fathi up and delivers a Sidewalk Slam on the ringside padding. He rolls Abdullah back into the ring and covers.
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TH-- Kickout!
Vincent picks Fathi up again, but is rocked with a Mule Kick to the mid section. Fathi goes for several kicks and elbow shots, trying to get the much bigger opponent down. While Troy is on one knee, Fathi runs off the opposite ropes yet again, but only to see The Alpha Male on his feet again. The Miami native counters Fathi's running attack into a Tilt-a-Whirl Piledriver and pins.
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TH-- Kickout!
Crowd cheers, both for Fathi's will to fight on and Vincent's beautiful counter. Troy lifts his opponent yet again and goes for a Powerslam, but Fathi slides right behind him and locks his opponent in a Sleeper Hold. Troy slowly fades down to the mat, but eventually finds a good way to counter, rolling to the ropes and grabbing a hold of them. Just as he does, the ring announcer warns us that only two minutes are left from the time limit. As both men are on their feet, Fathi goes for a Superkick, but once again Troy grabs the leg and this time, he raises his opponent into a Powerbomb position. He hits the Overkill (Jacknife Powerbomb) and rolls right into No Mercy (Elevated Boston Crab)! Fathi still shows resistance as he refuses to tap out and still tries to fight off! He manages to roll between Troy's legs. Vincent keeps the hold on and tries to raise Fathi up and drop him with another Powerbomb, but Fathi counters into Headscissors and sends the big man head first to on of the buckles! Troy stumbles back and Fathis uses his last power to Schoolboy him.
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THR-- Kickout by Vincent!
As both men are laid out powerless, the bell rings and this match is declared a time limit draw. Both Fathi and Vincent get on their feet slowly and exchange a handshake.
Winner: Draw
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 26, 2013 20:43:47 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 26, 2013 20:46:06 GMT -5
Ted Reed Arena Toronto, Ontario, Canada Kevin Clement: Welcome fans to another FGA presentation! I am Kevin Clement! Joining me as always is my colleague, Evan Grayson! And we are here at the Ted Reeve Arena in Tortonto, Ontaro Canada for RESPECT IS EARNED! We've got seven matches on the card. Three of them are championship matches. We are just a few days away from Halloween. But the champions may be in for a scare tonight! Evan Grayson: A scare is one thing. But actually being able to defeat any of these champions? Well, that's a whole different ballgame. These men are champions for a reason. Even that drunk, Chris Bond! Clement: Don't even start. In our first of three title bouts, it will be Chris Bond defending his Pride Championship against Johnny Karma! Grayson: Let's see... he won the belt, then lost it, then won it right back. I wonder what's going to happen here tonight? Clement: Then, in our third tag team match of the evening, The Murder will defend their Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Championship against The Usual Suspects... in a No Disqualification Match! Grayson: Two weeks ago in Dearborn, Dom Harter softened up Chris Tryon inside of a Steel Cage. Tonight, Malcolm Drake and Bob Pooler finish off what's left. Clement: And in the main event, it's Chris Q defending his FGA Heavyweight Championship against Sean Sands. Grayson: Sands may have won the Frontier Lions Cup to secure this shot. But anyone can have a lucky night. Anyone can get hot on one night. But it's a whole different thing when you're Chris Q and you've been dominate for an entire year. Clement: Also tonight, we have two other tag team matches. In our very first tag match of the night, the Super Mario Wrestling Bros take on the Shoot Kings. Grayson: They both want each others respect. They both want the world's respect. Will they get it tonight? We'll find out. Clement: And then, Bloodbath & Beyond take on Sylar Drake and Jason Richards. Grayson: I don't know why Sylar Drake decided to stick his neck out on the line for Jason Richards. But it doesn't matter. He's just another victim for Johnny Blayze and Chaths. Clement: And of course, Hunter Werth will finally get his hands on Jimmy Page when they collide tonight. Grayson: Is this young pup in way over his head? Is Jimmy Page going to lead him to the sluaghter? Or will Werth prove that he was the wrong rookie to mess with? Clement: We've got all that and more for you tonight. So let's send it to the ring for our opening contest.... |
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 26, 2013 20:50:37 GMT -5
Anton Chase vs. Camellia D. Magna 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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California! Weighing in at 210 pounds..... ANTON CHASE! Clement: Anton Chase literally knocked Craig Jacobs right out of FGA. He's going to try to use that momentum to carry him to a victory here tonight. Grayson: Camellia D. Magna has always been able to weasel her way to a victory over Anton. But I was with Anton earlier tonight. And he told me first hand that he's going to put a stop to this streak tonight. Clement: Well if Anton said it, then it must be true. Grayson: Exactly... “Riptide” by Sick Puppies sounds through the speakers in the arena. The main lights go dim and the entrance ramp is lit by blue and green lights. Fog slowly rolls down the ramp, covering the floor. Cami steps onto the top of the ramp with a huge smile on her face. She walks down the ramp, constantly looking around, spinning in a circle so as not to miss anything, enjoying the cheers from the crowd. Cruz: And his opponent... from Charlotte, North Carolina! Weighing in at 145 pounds..... CAMELLIA D. MAGNA! When about halfway down the ramp, she takes off running, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. While on the mat, she pushes up into the bridge position. After holding it for a few seconds, she kicks over to a standing position. Clement: Cami is trying to find her footing in this company. It's been quit a while since she's been in championship contention. But if she performs the way she has these past few weeks, she might find herself closer to that elusive title shot. Grayson: Cami has had to deal with a lot these past few months. Getting screwed over in the Gold Rush Rumble by Michael Tomkins. Not qualifying for the Frontier Lions Cup. It's been rough. Let's see if this Southern Belle has actually learned anything and if she'll apply that knowledge tonight against Anton. The bell sounds as both grapplers make their way to the center of the ring and lock up. Cami quickly places Chase in a side headlock. But Chase shoves Cami off of him and into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Chase leap frogs over her. Cami continues to run into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Chase throws her down with a hip toss to boos from the crowd. Cami gets back up, but Chase throws her down with a scoop slam; the crowd boos. As Cami gets back up, Chase knocks her down with a standing dropkick. The crowd boos as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cami kicks out. Clement: Chase is quickly on the offensive, taking advantage of the early goings in this match... Grayson: That's what he has to so. He needs to stay on top of his opponent. Cami is one of the few grapplers here in FGA that can match him in speed and agility... Chase picks up Cami and delivers an arm wringer. The ref asks Cami if she wants to give up. But as soon as Cami refuses to quit, Chase yanks the arm. The crowd boos as Cami cringes in pain. After delivering another arm wringer, Chase begins to taunt Cami. But Cami rolls forward, gets up, turns and delivers an arm wringer of her own to cheers from the crowd. Clement: How about that reversal there by Cami? Grayson: I hate to say it, but that's what Anton gets for taking his eye off the ball... But the cheers quickly turn to boos as Chase reaches over and pokes her in the eyes. The ref gives Chase a warning, but Chase pays the ref no mind. He then takes Cami and whips her into the ropes. When Chase comes back, he goes for a clothesline. But Cami ducks and runs into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Chase throws out a knife edge chop. But again, Cami ducks and runs into the ropes. When Cami comes back, she delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover to cheers from the crowd. Chase gets up, but Cami knocks him down with a dropkick. Chase gets back up, but he gets another dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Cami makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chase kicks out. Clement: Cami with a quick flurry of offense for her own. But Chase is able to kick out. Grayson: If I were him, I'd powder to the outside and create some distance... Cami picks up Chase and goes for an irish whip. But Chase reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Chase delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker to boos from the crowd. Cami can be seen arching her back in pain just before Chase makes the cover... ONE! . . TWO! . . Cami gets her shoulder up. Chase picks her up, only to throw her down with a scoop slam. He follows up with an elbow drop before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cami gets her shoulder up. Chase picks her up and goes for a suplex, but Cami blocks the move. So Chase tightens his grip before going for another suplex. But again, Cami blocks the move. She quickly counters with a small package to cheers from the crowd. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chase kicks out. As both grapplers get up, Chase darts over and goes for a clothesline. But Cami ducks, sending him into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Cami knocks him down with a jumping calf kick to cheers from the crowd. She crawls over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chase gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd. Clement: Chase got caught right in the face with that calf kick. But he has the wherewithal to get his shoulder up. Grayson: Numbers don't tell the entire store. Anton is much better than any record would suggest. He's a veteran of this business. And in times like these, he knows how to dig deep and fight back. Clement: Well, he better start quick because Cami is about to run away with this one... Cami picks up Chase and goes for an irish whip. But Chase reverses, sending Cami into the corner. Chase runs, jumps and connects with a corner discus forearm to boos from the crowd. He then brings Cami from out of the corner and delivers a vertical suplex lift flipped into a double knee backbreaker. The crowd boos... Clement: Did you see the way her back bend across his knees? Grayson: This one way be over... ONE! . . TWO! . . Cami gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Chase picks up Cami by the hair and whips her hard back-first into the corner. As Cami stumbles from out of the corner, Chase throws her down with a big back body drop. The crowd boos as Cami arches her back in pain. After checking to see if Cami is still down, Chase turns back to the crowd and spreads out his arms to boos from the crowd. Clement: What's with Chase here? Cami's hurt. She's down. Yet you're posing to the crowd? You don't need to beat them. You need to beat Cami! Grayson: Hey, at least he checked to see if she was still down... He then steps through the ropes, walks along the apron and begins climbing the ropes. But once he's near the top, Cami runs over, runs up onto the middle ropes and begins punching him to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Chase blocks one of the punches and counters with a forearm strike to the face, sending Cami crashing back to the canvas. The crowd boos as Cami arches her back in pain. Clement: Oh boy... Grayson: You know what comes next? It's 450 time! Once Chase steps up onto the top turnbuckle, he flips off, going for a 450 Splash. But Cami gets her knees up, forcing Chase to crash down across them to cheers from the crowd. Clement: OH! Grayson: Ah! Clement: Cami got her knees up! And all of Chase's momentum just came crashing right down across them. Grayson: I'm sure that broke a rib or two... As Cami pulls herself up using the ropes, Chase can be seen turning from side to side as he clutches his ribs in pain. When he gets up and turns around, Cami runs from out of the corner and knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chase gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd. Cami picks up Chase and goes for an irish whip. But Chase reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Chase bends over to set up a back body drop. But Cami counters by planting him with a swinging DDT. The crowd cheers. Cami steps out onto the apron and waits for Chase to get up. Once a woozy Chase gets up and turns around, Cami springboards onto the top rope, leaps 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 ref raises Cami's arm in victory to cheers from the crowd. Clement: Once again, Camellia D. Magna is able to bes-- (Just then, the lights in the arena go out. Various commotion can be heard going on in the crowd) Grayson: What's going on here? Clement: Is this him? Is this another ploy by that man that's been playing these mind games with Cami? Grayson: I don't kno-- (Just then, the lights turn back on. Cami appears to be unharmed physically. But she begins to look around frantically. The ref helps her look around. But there's no one suspicious in sight.) |
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 26, 2013 20:57:50 GMT -5
After the last match finishes, the scene fades in to the backstage area where we see the new backstage interviewer and Justice Young's replacement, Spencer Burke, standing by with a microphone in hand and a smile on his face.
Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome one half of the main event here tonight, the 2013 Frontier Lion's Cup winner and number one contender to the FGA Heavyweight championship, Sean Sands.
Sands makes his way into the shot, already dressed in his ring gear and wearing his yellow "Sand Attack" t-shirt. He has yet to wear any elbow padding or any wrist tape due to the fact that his match is later, but he still seems ready to go tonight. Sean has a smile on his face as he looks only at Spencer Burke.
Spencer Burke: Now, later tonight, you will face off against Chris Q for the FGA Heavyweight title in the main event. Any thoughts on the match?
Sean's smile is wiped off of his face as he looks at Spencer with curiosity before clearing his throat and answering.
Sean Sands: Well, I think if you watched what I had to say a couple of days ago, you'd know exactly my thoughts on this match. I've got nothing to lose tonight. I lose and I just have to work my way back up once more. That's it.
Spencer Burke: Most people don't go into a match thinking that they might lose...
Sean chuckles.
Sean Sands: Then I guess I'm not most people. Most matches, I walk in there thinking that losing is a possibility and I love it because it makes me feel that pit in my stomach every time I don't have the upper hand. Jimmy Page....I thought I could beat him and thought that losing wasn't an option. Tonight, losing is an option. It's a very huge option. Most experts have chosen Q and I can see why. But tonight, I would more than love to prove some experts wrong. Could I lose tonight? Sure. Will it break my spirit and my will? HELL NO.
Spencer nods his head before moving on.
Spencer Burke: What did you think of Q's words directed at you?
Sean Sands: I think that was Q expressing his freedom of speech right. I see no problem with what he said. He didn't like the Chris Q doll, which was a shame. He didn't like the fact that I brought up the ladder and the fact that he's at the top, which I thought he would like since it was slightly ego stroking. Guess not. Q can think what he wants to think about me. At the end of the night, what happens in the ring is what matters.
Spencer Burke: Any final words?
Sean nods his head before turning to the camera.
Sean Sands: I find it kind of...ironic? Yeah, let's go with that. I find it ironic that this show is called "Respect Is Earned" because outside of the ring, Q and I don't respect each other. Hell, even a little bit in the ring. Tonight, it isn't about respect. It isn't about pride. It's about that FGA title and it's about me proving to Q that I won't be a goddamn pushover. There likely won't be any respect earned for me from Q, but should Q pull off the win tonight....
Sean takes a second and scratches his chin...
Sean Sands: He'll earn my full respect as an in-ring competitor.
With that, Sands makes his way out of the shot as he heads off to presumably his locker room as the scene fades out.
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 26, 2013 21:06:10 GMT -5
Jimmy Page vs. Hunter Werth 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. A spotlight hits him as he glares around, almost in a scowl. Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Flint, Michigan! Weighing in at 230 pounds! He is “The King of the F'N World”..... JIMMY PAGE! 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. Clement: It's all so clear now. This was never about Jimmy Page being offended by Hunter Werth's words. This was never about him feeling disrespected by Werth. Page is obsessed with what Werth has. He wants Werth's... worth. Grayson: Well I've got to be honest, wouldn't you be jealous of what Werth has? A nice life, good looks, probably came from a stable household. If you grew up like Jimmy Page, wouldn't you want that? Clement: So basically what you're saying is... if you're ugly like Jimmy Page, you want to be handsome like Hunter Werth? Grayson: Hey, you wait just a minute! I never said that. Don't put words in my mouth. I happen to like Jimmy Page. ("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: And his opponent, 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. He lands in the middle of the ring...])The bell sounds as Werth immediately darts across the ring and brings Page to the mat with a double leg takedown. Clement: And Werth isn't wasting any time! He's had enough of Page's crap and he's not taking it anymore! Grayson: Hey, that's not fair! Page wasn't even ready... The crowd cheers as he mounts himself on top of Page and begins to hammer down with right hands to the face. But the cheers turn to boos as Page shifts the momentum and switches positions. Once on top of Werth, he begins raining down rights and lefts on Werth. But Werth comes right back, turning back over on top of Werth. He grabs two handfuls of Page's hair and repeatedly rams the back of his head against the canvas to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: What are you waiting for, ref? Get in there and pull him off of Page! Clement: Oh, now you're concerned with the rules? Grayson: I've always been a law abiding citizen... The ref gets in and pulls Werth off of Page, causing the crowd to boo. The ref warns Werth about pulling the hair. But Werth doesn't want to hear it. As soon as he moves the ref out of the way, he gets caught with a big boot from Page that knocks him down; the crowd boos. Grayson: BAM, right in the kisser! Clement: Werth just got blindsided by that boot to the face. And that may be exactly what Page needs to stop Werth's momentum... After running his hand through his hair, Page leans over and begins barking insults at Werth. He stands back up and stomps the hell out of him to boos from the crowd. He then reaches down, picks up Werth and delivers lunging knees to the midsection. While Werth is doubled over, Page hammers him down to the canvas with a combination of double ax handles and clubbing shots to the back and neck. He then reaches down, picks Werth back up and delivers another lunging knee to the midsection. This knee sends Werth down on all fours. The crowd boos. As Page leans over, he cocks his head to the side. He feigns concern before nailing Werth with a punt kick to the ribs. The crowd boos as Werth slowly rolls away from him and towards the ropes. Clement: Jimmy Page is enjoying every second of this. Grayson: As he should. He's been waiitng for this momentum ever since he coldcocked him backstage last month. Page continues to stalk Werth, making his way across the ring casually while he cocks his head to the side and runs his hand through his hair. He then lunges down, grabbing Werth by the ankles and dragging him away from the ropes. He pounces on top of Werth, hammering away with rights and lefts to boos from the crowd. As Werth begins to cover up, Page stands up over him... only to drive down with repeated knee drops to the midsection. Once Werth begins to cover up the midsection, he lunges back down. He uses his left arm to place Werth in a headlock. He then uses his other arm to repeatedly punch Werth in the face. He then delivers a hard rake across the eyes before letting go. Clement: There's nothing scientific about this match thus far. Nothing but scratches, claws, kicks and punches. Grayson: And that's the way they both like it. At their core, they're both brawlers. This is their type of fight. Though I'm sure that Werth would rather not be on the receiving end... The ref gives Page a warning. But Page motions for him to go away. Once Werth gets up and turns around, Page darts over, delivers a double leg pick-up, runs and rams Werth back-first into the corner. The crowd boos as Page delivers a series of deep shoulder thrusts to the midsection. After leaning Werth up straight, Page measures him up before delivering a double chop to the throat. The crowd boos as Werth begins to stumbles from out of the corner. But Page reaches out and shoves Werth back into the corner. He proceeds to light up his chest with a series of knife-edge chops. He then delivers a slap to the face to add insult to injury. But the boos turn right back to cheers as Werth grabs Page by the throat and tosses him into the corner. Clement: Oh, here we go... The crowd cheers as Werth unleashes a combo of rights and lefts to the midsection. He then delivers a series of shoulder thrusts of his own. While Page is doubled over, Werth pounds him down in the corner with clubbing shots to the back of the neck. While on the mat, Page tries to cover up. But Werth doesn't care as he begins to stomp away at him to cheers from the crowd. Clement: And look at Werth giving Page a taste of his own medicine! Grayson: Yeah, yeah, yeah. The ref needs to get in their and pull Werth off of Page. I'm pretty sure I saw a bunch of closed fists being thrown by Werth. Clement: He did not! Werth picks Page back up and whips him into the opposite corner. Werth runs across the ring and connects with a running jumping double knee strike to cheers from the crowd. Page stumbles out of the corner, clutching his chest in pain before collapsing to the mat. The crowd cheers as Werth turns him over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Page kicks out. Not satisfied, Werth makes the cover again. ONE! . . TWO! . . Page kicks out. The crowd cheers as Werth turns over, mounting himself on top of Page and hammering away with rights and lefts to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Page is able to slip through Werth's legs and rolls to the outside. Clement: And look at Page, trying to slither away like the snake he is. Grayson: What do you want him to do? Just lay there and let Werth keep punching him? Page tries to take a breather on the outside as he leans against the apron. But Werth isn't about to let up. He rolls to the outside, spins Page around and socks him with a right hand, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd. He picks up Page, slams his head against the apron and rolls him back into the ring. After climbing back up onto the apron, Werth waves him up. When Page gets up and turns around, Page knocks him down with a springboard forearm smash to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Page gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd. Clement: Page gets his shoulder up. But I'm sure that flying forearm knocked him for a loop... Werth picks up Page, runs into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Page around, Werth climbs up onto the middle ropes and punches him while the crowd counts along. Crowd: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE.... Page reaches up, grabs Werth by the legs, runs across the ring and delivers a turnbuckle powerbomb to boos from the crowd. Grayson: Smart counter there by Page. Brilliant, even... As Werth slumps down in the corner, Page runs into the adjacent ropes. When Page comes back, he connects with a running knee facewash to boos from the crowd. He then runs back into the adjacent ropes. When Page comes back, he runs full steam ahead and connects with another running knee facewash to boos from the crowd. Clement: Another knee to the face! Grayson: Oh, I bet he's seeing stars now... Page drags Werth from out of the corner and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Werth gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: That idiot... Page picks him up and delivers a headbutt, sending Werth stumbling into the corner. As Page approaches, Werth throws a kick out of desperation. But Page catches his foot. He then drags Werth from out of the corner to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Werth connects with an enzuigiri, sending Page flipping down to the canvas to cheers from the crowd. Clement: What a kick that was by Werth! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Page gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd. Werth picks up Page and whips him into the ropes. When Page comes back, Werth throws him down with a belly to belly suplex. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Page get his shoulder up. Werth makes the cover again. ONE! . . TWO! . . Page gets his shoulder up. After slapping the canvas in frustration, Werth makes the cover again. ONE! . . TWO! . . Page gets his arm up to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Werth yanks him up by that arm and knocks him down with a short-arm clothesline. Werth reaches down, yanks up Page by the arm and knocks him down with another short-arm clothesline. The crowd cheers. Werth holds up a finger to cheers from the crowd. Clement: The crowd wants one more, Evan. Grayson: Who cares what they think? Werth yanks Page up by the arm and goes for another short-arm clothesline. But Page ducks, grabs Werth from behind and delivers a half nelson suplex to boos from the crowd. Grayson: That's what he gets for listening to idiots... Werth goes down, clutching the back of his neck to boos from the crowd. Page crawls over, turns him over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Werth gets his shoulder up. Page picks up Werth, only to bring him down with The Paralyzing. Clement: Neckbreaker right across the knee. This may be it... The crowd boos as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Werth gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Page takes Werth and whips him into the ropes. When Werth comes back, Page connects with a haymaker to the midsection. While Werth is doubled over, Page spins him around and plants him with a Snap DDT. Clement: And again, Page connects with a move that targets the neck. He makes the cover... ONE! . . TWO! . . Werth gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: This kid should just stay down. Page knows what he's doing. He's softening up Werth's neck for something big. This kid should think of his future and throw in the towel. Clement: Never. This kid has too much fight. Grayson: Well when Page gets done with him, he'll be lucky if he even can fight... Page picks up Werth, bends him over and sets him up for a piledriver. But Werth counters with a standing double leg takedown, followed by a catapult into the corner. The crowd cheers. As Page stumbles back, Werth rolls him up with a school boy... ONE! . . TWO! . . Page kicks out. Clement: Oh, he almost had him! Both men try to get up. But Page is the first to his feet. And he makes the most of it as he darts over and blasts Werth in the face with the Trauma Symphony. The crowd boos as Page stumbles over into the ropes. He catches himself by hooking his arms over the top rope. He can be seen laughing to himself as the crowd boos. The boos slowly turn to cheers as Werth begins to turn over. Page slowly turns around and sees Page getting up on his knees. After sizing him up, Page runs over and connects with Trauma Symphony to the back of the head. He then quickly picks up Werth, places him in a three quarter facelock and drives him down with The Concussion. The crowd boos as he turns Werth over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! “They Are Lost” blares throughout the arena to boos from the crowd. Cruz: Here is your winner, JIMMY PAGE! The ref cautiously raises Page's arm in victory to boos from the crowd. Grayson: Like I said, the dumb kid should have just thrown in the towel. Clement: Maybe, maybe not. But if Werth was going to lose, he would have rather been beaten down instead of throwing in the towel and quitting. Grayson: Well that's a cute story. But when he wakes up tomorrow and his neck feels ten times worse, I'm sure he'll be kicking himself. Clement: In any event, Page continues his spotless record as he racks up another win. What in the world is next for this volatile grappler... [ Fade Out ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 26, 2013 21:16:36 GMT -5
Shoot Kings vs. Super Mario Wrestling Bros "Rockit" begins to play over the speakers as the SMWB step through the curtain to cheers from the crowd. After looking around at the crowd and nodding their heads in approval, the SMWB jumps up and race down the aisle. Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 373 pounds! They are the team of "Player 1" Max Powers and "Player 2" Landon Knight..... the SUPER MARIO WRESTLING BROS! After sliding underneath the bottom rope and into the ring, they push themselves up and head into opposite corners. After climbing up onto the second rope and trowing their index finger in the air, they climb to the top turnbuckle and backflip off, landing safely on their feet in the ring to cheers. Clement: The Super Mario Wrestling Bros are looking to get some respect tonight as they take on the Shoot Kings. This all started several months ago, back in August, when Madman Szalinski was calling them out to be apart of FRONTIER vs FGA 2. At the time, the Shoot Kings were still employed only at Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER. And the SMWB hadn't even signed to FGA yet. They had recently competed in the Dynamic Duos Tag Tournament. But the SMWB signed up shortly thereafter. And to say that some of the words being thrown the SMWBs way were harsh would be a bit of an understatement. Grayson: Well, the truth hurts. And it's about time that someone told these two clowns the truth. I just wish it wasn't another team of clowns doing the trash talking. The lights dim throughout the arena, with only a pair of voices heard through the PA from behind the curtain. "Put it down, Madman! You keep messin' around with that thing, and you're gonna..." Suddenly, a gun shot is heard. Police sirens are heard in the same PA getting slowly louder. "Sorry, sorry..." The lights briefly cut to complete black. "SHOOT'S ON!" After the Shoot Kings' yell, the sirens are drowned out by the opening guitar riffs of Alexisonfire's "Charlie Sheen vs. Henry Rollins". Stepping through the entryway first are both Madman Szalinski and Graham Clauson. Behind them is Brydon Talinsdale in his trademark Shoot Kings Polo shirt. Both stop shortly after exiting the entryway, looking out towards the ring. They face each other, but are looking out towards the ring. They both make motions of a handgun with the hand closest to the ring, before both running towards the ringside area. Both men make it to the ringside area, both sliding into the ring under the bottom rope in tandem. Graham quickly slides himself around in a way to stop in a sitting motion, Madman keeping the slide going on his stomach. Cruz: And their opponents, being accompanied to the ring by Brydon Talinsdale! Weighing in at a combined weight of 396 pounds! They are the team of Madman Szalinski and Graham Clauson..... the SHOOT KINGS! Both Madman and Graham pop up from their respective slides, Madman immediately going for a nearby turnbuckle and jumping onto the second rope. Graham does the same thing, going to the opposite corner. Madman begins his trademark button-mashing-on-an-invisible-controller motion, while Graham extends both hands out like handguns. Both men then backflip from their respective corners, Graham pointing out towards the fans as they do so. Graham begins to stretch his arms out with the ropes, Madman squatting down in their respective corner. Graham takes off his Shoot Kings t-shirt and tosses it into the crowd. Clement: Well this "team of clowns," as you called them, are the reigning GFC World Tag Team Champions over in Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER! They're trying to make their way up the tag team division here in FGA. They've got their eyes set on the Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Championship. And they have their eyes set on The Murder. Grayson: Be careful. The Murder would have no problems plucking their eyeballs out. Clement: You want to know the scary thing is? You're absolutely right about the viciousness of The Murder. But that's several moves down the line. The Shoot Kings have to get past the SMWB who are by no means an easy out. And The Murder would have to get past The Usual Suspects later on tonight. Grayson: We'll see.... Clement: This is our first of three, yes, three tag team matches tonight. No titles will be on the line in this one. But respect and pride will most certainly be... The bell sound as Max and Graham start things off. They lock up. Graham quickly places Max in a side headlock. But Max shoves Graham off of him and into the ropes. When Graham comes back, he knocks down Max. Graham runs into another set of ropes as Max kips up. When Graham comes back, he knocks down Max with another running shoulderblock. As Graham runs back into another set of ropes, Max kips up to his feet. When Graham comes back, Max leap frogs over him. Graham continues to run into the ropes. When Graham comes back, Max goes for a hip toss. But Graham steps through it and counters with a hip toss of his own. The crowd cheers. Max gets back up, but Graham throws him down with a scoop slam. He looks to follows up with a jumping leg drop, but Max rolls out of the way. Max gets back up and goes for a roundhouse kick, but Graham leans back on the canvas to avoid the kick. When Max comes back, Graham brings him down with a kip up hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. As Max gets up, Graham reaches over, grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Max comes back, Graham sends him down to the canvas with a side headlock takeover. Max quickly reverses into a leg scissors headlock. But Graham is able to escape with a kip up. When Graham turns around, it's Max who brings him down to the canvas with a side headlock takeover. Graham reverses into a leg scissors headlock. But Max is able to escape with a kip up of his own. When Graham gets back up, Max takes him and whips him into the ropes. When Graham comes back, Max brings him down with an arm drag. Graham gets up to his feet. As Max runs over, Graham brings him down with an arm drag of his own. He then picks up Max and whips him into the ropes. When Max comes back, Graham brings him down with a Japanese arm drag to cheers from the crowd. When both men get up, Max brings him down with a Japanese arm drag of his own. The crowd cheers. As Graham gets up, Max grabs him and goes for an irish whip. But Graham reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Max comes back, Graham goes for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. But Max counters at the last second into an arm drag to cheers from the crowd. When both men get up to their feet, they turn and meet each other with raised fists. The crowd cheers and applauds. Clement: What a display of "blink and you miss it" action in the early goings of this match. Grayson: These two men are lightning quick... The two men slowly back up and turn to tag in their partners. The crowd cheers as Landon and Madman step into the ring. The two men inch towards each other before locking up. But Madman quickly places Landon in a side headlock. Landon tries to shove Madman off of him. But Madman has the hold locked on tight. Madman then spins out of the side headlock and delivers a drop toe hold in the process. The crowd cheers as he scurries across Landon's back and applies a grounded hammerlock. The ref asks Landon if he wants to give up. As soon as Landon declines to give up, Madman jerks the arm up, sending a jolt of pain throughout the arm. Madman then performs a handstand into a falling knee drop to the arm. Landon can be seen cringing in pain. Landon begins to slowly battle his way back up to his feet. He then reaches back, grabs Madman, jumps up and breaks free with a jumping snapmare takeover. The crowd cheers. When Madman gets up and turns around, Landon brings him down to the mat with a side headlock takeover. But Madman quickly reverses, turning over in a pinning combination.... ONE! . . TWO! . . Landon kicks out. When both men get up, Madman reapplies the side headlock. He then performs a standing switch, spinning out of the side headlock and into a shoulderlock. After grabbing a hold of Landon's wrist, Madman delivers an arm wringer to cheers from the crowd. He then yanks the arm, causing Landon to drop down to one knee in pain. After Landon gets back up to his feet, Madman delivers an arm wringer into a fireman's carry takeover. Madman goes to follows up with a headlock. But Landon slips out and reverses into a hammerlock of his own. The crowd cheers. Clement: The early goings of this match saw Max and Graham match speed for speed. Now, Madman and Landon are going hold for hold. Grayson: I may not like their antics. But I'll give both teams credit. They're evenly matches and could give any team fits in this tag team division... After Madman makes his way up to his feet, he gives Landon three elbows to the face, breaking the hold. He then runs into the ropes. When Madman comes back, he knocks down Landon with a shoulderblock to cheers from the crowd. Madman runs into another set of ropes as Landon kips up. When Madman comes back, Landon goes for a hip toss. But Madman blocks it. So Landon punches him in the midsection, doubling him over. He drapes his leg across the back of Madman's neck and performs a backflip. But when Landon lands on his feet, Madman delivers an open hand palm strike that knocks him down. The crowd cheers. Clement: I bet that woke him up! Madman picks up Landon and whips him into the ropes. When Landon comes back, Madman bends over to set up a back body drop. But Landon stops and hooks his arms. The crowd cheers. Landon lifts him up for the Butterfly Bob-omb. But Madman counters with a hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. He hooks the legs... ONE! . . TWO! . . Landon kicks out. When both men get up and turn towards each other, Madman greets him with a hard european uppercut.... and another. While Landon is dazed, Madman runs into the ropes. When Madman comes back, Landon hoists him up in the air, only to knock him down with the 1-Up Uppercut. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Madman kicks out. Clement: Madman nearly got his head knocked off with that one. Which would be such a shame, since this weekend, it's he and his wife's anniversary. How about that? Grayson: Someone was actually insane enough to marry him? Poor woman... Landon picks up Madman, places him in a front facelock and walks backwards towards his corner. Madman tries to fight back, but it's to no avail. Once Landon is in the corner, Max tags himself in. He climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, jumps off and connects with a flying double ax handle to the back. The crowd cheers as Landon lets go, causing Madman to drop to his knees. While Madman gets up on one knee, Max begins to deliver clubbing shots to the back. He then picks up Madman and whips him into the ropes. When Madman comes back, Max goes for a running clothesline. But Madman ducks and runs into the ropes. When Madman comes back, Max catches him with a spinning back kick to the midsection, doubling him over. Max then runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a Mushroom Stomp across the back, flattening Madman to cheers from the crowd. Clement: I think I just saw Madman pop right out of his shell. Grayson: Oh please. Don't play into SMWB's nonsense... ONE! . . TWO! . . Graham breaks up the pin to cheers from the crowd. As Graham heads back out onto the apron, Max heads over and tags in Landon. Once Landon gets in, the SMWB pick up Madman and whip him into the ropes. When Madman comes back, they bend over to deliver a double back body drop. But Madman stops, grabs them both by their heads and slams them together to cheers from the crowd. Clement: Double noggin knocker! The old standby! Grayson: It always works. Unless the opposition is Samoan. Clement: Stop it... While the SMWB are dazed, Madman runs back into the ropes. When he comes back, Landon lifts him up in a bearhug hold. Max then runs over and knocks him down with a leaping leg lariat. The crowd cheers as Landon rolls across him and hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Madman gets his shoulder up. Clement: The Mario Bros surprisingly have the upperhand in this one. I guess it's a good thing the GFC decided not to sanction this as a title match. We may be on our way to having new champs. Grayson: Don't put the horse in front of the carriage. This isn't over just yet. Landon goes over and tags in Max. When Max gets back in, the SMWB pick up Madman and whip him into the ropes. When Madman comes back, the SMWB deliver a big double back body drop. The crowd cheers as Madman arches his back in pain. Landon then grabs Max from behind and delivers an inverted suplex on top of Madman. The crowd cheers as Max hooks the leg... ONE! . . TWO! . . Graham drags Max off of Madman to cheers from the crowd. Clement: Graham makes the timely save. But Madman needs to tag out. The SMWB have targeted his back over and over. Grayson: Which is such a shame. Because now with that hurt back, he won't be able to... uh... "properly celebrate" his anniversary. Clement: That's not nice... As Graham heads back out onto the apron, Max picks up Madman and whips him into the corner. Max runs across the ring and goes for the Koopa Kick. But Madman moves out of the way, causing Max to connect with nothing but the turnbuckles to cheers from the crowd. Madman heads over and tag Graham in. The crowd cheers as the Shoot Kings pick up Max and whip him into the ropes. When Max comes back, the Kings throw him down with a double hip toss. The crowd cheers as Graham makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Landon drags Graham off of Max. Clement: Landon now with the timely save of his own. Graham picks up Max and whips him into the ropes. When Max comes back, Graham throws out a clothesline. But Max ducks and runs into the ropes. When Max comes back, he runs right into a savate kick that knocks him down. Graham then runs towards the ropes, hops onto the middle rope and flips back, connecting with a lionsault to cheers from the crowd. ONE! . . TWO! . . Max gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Graham goes over and tags Madman back in. Once Madman gets in, he climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle as Graham holds up Max. After Madman dives off, the Shoot Kings deliver 30 Lives is Not Enough to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: What an apt move to hit on one of the Mario Bros. I guess they were all out of green mushrooms... ONE! . . TWO! . . Landon breaks up the pin to cheers from the crowd. Madman picks up Max and whips him into the corner. He then turns and screams out to the crowd, "READY!" The crowd cheers. Clement: Uh oh... Madman then gets in a three point stance and yells, "DOWN!" Clement: He's ready to deliver those Tecmo Elbows, Evan... Madman charges across the ring. But Max runs out of the corner and cuts him off with the Koopa Kick to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: Not so fast. Madman just got clobbered with that rolling kick... Max gets up and steps through the ropes. After climbing up to the top turnbuckle, he stands up and waits for Madman to get up. When Madman gets up and turns around, Max goes for a flying spinning heel kick. But Madman connects with a dropkick to the back in mid air. The crowd cheers as both men are down. Clement: What a counter that was by Madman! Grayson: He timed it just right! Both of these men are down and hurt! Clement: Who is going to be the first to tag out? Grayson: It looks like.... it looks like Madman is up to his feet first! Clement: And this crowd is trying to will him towards Graham Clauson... Madman then tries to limp across the ring to make the tag. Landon quickly gets in and charges over at Madman. But Madman grabs the top rope and pulls down, sending Landon tumbling over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers. When Landon gets up and turns around, Graham runs along the apron, tags Madman, dives off, and connects with a flipping kick to cheers from the crowd. Graham then climbs back up onto the apron and frantically climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Once Max turns around, Graham leaps off and connects with a flying cross body block. But Max rolls through it and hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Graham kicks out. Clement: Max nearly stole it for the SMWB.... When both men get up, the two men begin trading rights and lefts. But Graham is able to duck a right and connect with a spinning back fist to cheers from the crowd. He then lifts up Max onto his shoulders, runs and connects with The Relapse of Robert Downey, Jr to cheers from the crowd. Graham heads into the corner and goes for a springboard imploding senton bomb. But Landon reaches into the ring and drags Max out, causing Graham to connect with nothing but the canvas. After Landon rolls into the ring, he picks up Graham and sets him up for the Butterfly Bob-omb. But Madman stops it as he connects with a running bionic elbow, knocking Landon down to cheers from the crowd. Clement: And now all hell is breaking loose! Graham goes over, picks up Landon, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Landon around, he holds him in place for Madman. Madman runs across the ring, yells "COWABUNGA!" and connects with a leaping double knee lift. The crowd cheers. Clement: Landon gets squished right in the corner! Clement: I bet he's breathing a lot harder now... Max gets back in and runs over towards Graham. Graham goes for a clothesline, but Max ducks. When Graham turns around, Max kicks him, grabs him and plants him with It's-A-Me-DT to cheers from the crowd. Clement: Graham gets planted head-first into the canvas! Grayson: But here comes Madman... Madman then runs into the ropes. When Max gets up and turns around, Madman turns him inside out with a running lariat to cheers from the crowd. After Graham gets back up, the Shoot Kings lift up Max and throw him down with the Super Shoot's On II: Turbo HD Remix to cheers from the crowd. Graham makes the cover as Madman tackles Landon, stopping him from breaking the pin. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! "Charlie Sheen vs. Henry Rollins" blasts over the PA to cheers from the crowd. Cruz: Here are your winners, THE SHOOT KINGS! Brydon Talinsdale gets in the ring and raises Madman & Graham's arms to cheers from the crowd. Clement: The Shoot Kings have done it. They've pulled off the victory. Grayson: The Mario Bros looked to have this match won. But near the end, that veteran experience of Madman and the fire and agility of Graham carried the Kings to victory. After the match, the Shoot Kings look over at Landon, who is helping Max up to his feet. He then turns around and sees the Shoot Kings approaching them. After both teams stare each other down, the Shoot Kings extend their hands to them. The SMWB look around at the crowd to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: Punch 'em, Marios. Punch 'em right now! The SMWB look down... and shake the Shoot Kings' hands to cheers from the crowd. Madman then raises Max and Landon's arms in the air to another round of cheers. Grayson: Oh come on! Clement: That's what we like to see! What a great display of sportsmanship by both teams. I think it's safe to say that each team earned the others respect here tonight. |
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 26, 2013 21:30:33 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 26, 2013 21:34:34 GMT -5
Bloodbath & Beyond vs. Jason Richards & Sylar Drake The lights go dark and a red hue comes over the crowd as "Wrath of God" by PostHaste Music begins to play over the sound system. The fans boo as through the black curtain separating the locker room from the main arena steps Johnny Blayze - a Caucasian male with an athletic build and shaved head with a good growth of a brown beard and Chaths - a tan individual in a hooded, sleeveless trench coat and his hood covering his face. He holds his handmade tonfa with his right hand. Blayze is wearing tight black leather pants with red & yellow flames in front and "Blayze" on the back, black elbow pads, and black boots (all with flames emblazoned on them). His ensemble is completed by a black full-length hooded leather jacket with the hood pulled over his head. Blayze stands at the top of the aisleway as the lights go back on. He then walks down to the ring, silent with a smirk upon his face. Chaths slowly surveys the arena as the crowd boos. Once at ringside, Johnny Blayze and Chaths use the ring steps to enter the ring. Chaths stops at the top step to face the people that hate him. He removes his hood to reveal a dastardly smirk. Both men enter the ring through the top and middle ropes before strolling around the ring. The crowd continues to boo him as Blayze removes his hood. Chaths silently goes to his team's corner and removes his coat, handing it to a stagehand. Blayze removes his jacket and tosses it to the outside as Chaths places his tonfa in the corner. Clement: Bloodbath & Beyond, making their ring tonight with evil intentions in mind. Grayson: And did I hear Richards say that he hasn't seen or heard from Jason Richards? Uh, that's not good. Clement: No it is not. Especially when the competition is Bloodbath & Beyond. Grayson: So Sylar comes to FGA to help Richards, then Richards leaves him high and dry? What a guy! The music fades as Blayze backs into his corner. Chaths hops up to take a seat on the top turnbuckle, patiently waiting for their opponents to arrive. Manny Cruz then introduces both men to the crowd. Cruz: At a combined weight of four hundred and twenty pounds… From Daytona Beach, Florida and Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania respectively… JOHNNYYYY BLAAAAYZE!!!! CHATHSSSS!!!! BLOODSHED AND BEYONDDDDD!!!! **CHORUS OF BOOS** 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. Grayson: What is he doing here? I thought he was going to leave Sylar high and dry? Clement: He would never do such a thing. He has too much integrity to leave Sylar by himself, especially against these two. 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 then turns and scowls at Bloodbath & Beyond... Cruz: And their opponents... introducing first, from Seattle, Washington! Weighing in at 202 pounds! He is “The Strong Style Wolf”..... JASON RICHARDS! 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 partner, from Newcastle, England! Weighing in at 180 pounds! He is “The Saint of Hope”..... SYLAR DRAKE! After clapping hands with several fans in front row, he and Jason hop on the apron and slingshot themselves 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. Richards continues to stare right at Bloodbath & Beyond. On the turnbuckles, Sylar turns around and points his finger guns at both Johnny Blayze & Chaths. Clement: You can feel the tension here in this one. Tonight, either The Beast feeds... or it gets slaughtered by Sylar Drake and Jason Richards... The bell sounds as Blayze and Sylar start things out. They lock up. After jockeying for position, Blayze tries to move Sylar into the B & B corner, but Sylar quickly shifts positions, breaks free and pushes himself away from Blayze. Blayze smirks as Chaths can be seen snarling from the apron. Clement: Blayze tries to wisely cut off the ring and move Sylar into the Bloodbath & Beyond corner. Grayson: It's tag team 101. But I give Sylar credit for recognizes it and getting out of dodge. If he got put in their corner, he wouldn't be coming out in one peice. After the two circle the ring, they go to lock up. But Blayze ducks the collar & elbow tie up, wraps around with a waistlock from behind and tries to move Sylar towards the B & B corner. But again, Sylar elbows Blayze, performs a standing switch of his own and shoves Blayze away from him. Blayze calmly looks back and smirks as Sylar. Clement: And again, Blayze looks to trap Sylar in his corner. Grayson: Johnny Blayze knows exactly what he's doing in that ring.. The two men slowly inch back towards the center of the ring. They then lunge forward and lock up. After jockeying for position, Blayze places Sylar in a side headlock. He then uses his free hand to rake Sylar across the eyes. The crowd boos as Sylar stumbles into the ropes. Blayze goes over, turns Sylar around and delivers a stinging chop to the chest. He then takes Sylar and whips him into the ropes. When Sylar comes back, he slides through Blayze's legs. When Blayze turns around, Sylar pushes himself up to his feet and delivers a series of shoot kicks to the legs. After a spinning back kick to the midsection, Sylar sets up Blayze for the Saint Lock DDT to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Blayze wraps his arms around Sylar waist and rams him back-first into the B & B corner. He then reaches over and tags in Chaths. Grayson: Oh, here we go.... Clement: And this is not where Sylar wanted to be, especially with Chaths coming into the match... The crowd boos as Blayze bends over and presses Sylar against the corner, trapping him. When Chaths gets in, he reaches over Blayze and chokes Sylar with his foot. The crowd boos as the ref gives both men until the count of five to let go. Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... B & B lets go. As Blayze heads to the outside, Chaths delivers a throat thrust, sending Sylar stumbling from out of the corner. He goes over, takes Sylar and whips him into the ropes. When Sylar comes back, Chaths bends over to set up a back body drop. Sylar stops, turns and rolls backwards across Chaths' back. When Chaths stands up, Sylar runs into the ropes. When Chaths turns around, Sylar knocks him down with a flying clothesline to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chaths kicks out. Sylar picks him up, wrings his arm, drags him over towards his corner and tags in Jason Richards. Clement: And here comes the Strong Style Wolf! You know he's been chomping at the bit these past two months for his chance at revenge... The crowd cheers as Richards climbs up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with a flying double ax handle across the outstretched arm. He quickly grabs the arm and repeatedly tries to yank it from out of its socket. The crowd cheers as Chaths cringes in pain. Jason reaches over and tags Sylar Drake back in. As Richards hooks Chaths' arms from behind, Sylar delivers a series of shoot kicks to the chest. Once Jason lets go and heads to the outside, Sylar takes Chaths and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Chaths around, Sylar unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then tags Jason Richards back in. The crowd cheers as Richards gets back in. After Sylar brings Chaths from out of the corner and hooks Chaths' arms, Richards unleashes a series of knife-edge chops of his own. When Sylar lets go, Richards takes Chaths and whips him into the ropes. When Chaths comes back, Richards throws him down with a belly to belly suplex. The crowd cheers as he hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chaths kicks out. Richards picks up Chaths. After Sylar places his foot across the top rope, Richards runs into the corner and slams Chaths' head against Sylar's boot. The crowd cheers. Once Sylar gets his foot down, he gets tagged back in. Clement: For two men that have never tagged before, they are working exceptionally well. Grayson: Yes they are. But it doesn't take a rocket scientist to do what they're doing. Tagging in and out. Keeping the fresh man in. Keeping the opponent isolated. That's the basics. Let's see how well these two fair later on when tag team experience will undoubtedly come into play... Once Sylar gets in, he brings Chaths from out of the corner, throws him down with a scoop slam, steps over him and delivers a standing moonsault. The crowd cheers as he hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chaths gets his shoulder up. Sylar picks up Chaths and whips him into the ropes. When Chaths comes back, Sylar takes him down with a jumping leg lariat. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chaths gets his shoulder up. Clement: Another near fall for the Saint of Hope. Grayson: Saint of Hope, huh? Well when Bloodbath & Beyond retakes control of this match, who will Sylar Drake be praying to? Himself? Sylar picks up Chaths and goes for an irish whip. But Chaths reverses, sending Sylar into the ropes. Blayze reaches over and knees Sylar in the back to boos from the crowd. Clement: Come on, ref! Grayson: "Come on" what? I didn't see anything. I just say Johnny Blayze stretching... As Sylar stumbles away from the ropes, Chaths knocks him down with a running flying shoulderblock. He then tags in Johnny Blayze to boos from the crowd. Clement: Speaking of which, hear comes that nutjob himself. "The Psychotic One." At least he's finally accepting the moniker. Grayson: Johnny Blayze has always accepted what he's become. It's everyone else that wants him to go back to being the smiley face loser he was at the beginning of the year. But Blayze is no longer a follower. He's a leader. And he's going to lead Bloodbath & Beyond right to those Tag Team Titles. When Blayze gets in, B & B pick up Sylar and whip him into the ropes. When Sylar comes back, B & B knock him down with a double superkick to boos from the crowd. Blayze quickly drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sylar gets his shoulder up. Clement: Sylar nearly got his head kicked off there. But he's able to get a shoulder up. Blayze picks up Sylar and whips him into the ropes. When Sylar comes back, Blayze scoops him up from the side and delivers a pendulum backbreaker. The crowd boos as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sylar gets his shoulder up. Blayze picks up Sylar and whips him into the corner. Blayze runs across the ring, hops onto Sylar and monkey flips him out of the corner. The crowd boos. As Sylar slowly turns over and pushes himself up, Blayze runs from out of the corner, leaps up and brings him down with a leg lariat to boos from the crowd. Clement: Big leg lariat there by Blayze. This may do it.... ONE! . . TWO! . . Sylar gets his shoulder up. Blayze goes over in tags in Chaths. When Chaths gets back in, he runs into the ropes as Blayze holds up Sylar. When Chaths comes back, B & B connects with a shining yakuza kick/small package driver combo. The crowd boos as Chaths makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sylar gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: How is he able to keep getting a shoulder up. WHY does he keep getting his shoulder up? Just stay down, Sylar. Stay down. Or at the very least, tag Jason Richards in and take a hike. He's the reason you're in this mess, anyway. Chaths picks up Sylar and whips him into the corner. Chaths runs across the ring and goes for a carthweel into a jumping twisting enzuigiri. But Sylar moves out of the way, causing Chaths to connect with nothing but the turnbuckles. The crowd cheers. Clement: .... and no one's home! This could be the opening Sylar and Jason needed... While Chaths is down, Sylar begins to crawl over towards his corner. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos as Blayze marches over, grabs Sylar by the ankles and pulls him across the ring to boos from the crowd. Grayson: Not so fast... Chaths then gets up, picks up Sylar and goes for an irish whip. But Sylar reverses, sending Chaths chest-first into the corner. As Chaths stumbles back, Sylar clocks him from behind with a Northern Lariat to cheers from the crowd. He turns Chaths over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chaths gets his shoulder up. Sylar picks up Chaths and whips him into the ropes. Blayze makes the blind tag. When Chaths comes back, Sylar goes for a clothesline. But Chaths ducks and runs into the ropes. When Sylar turns around, Chaths comes back and slides through his legs. When Sylar turns around, he turns right into a spinning heel kick from Blayze. The crowd boos. He then picks up Sylar and plants him with a fisherman buster. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sylar gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Clement: And again, the resilient Sylar Drake gets a shoulder up. Grayson: He must be a glutton for punishment. Which is great, since Blayze and Chaths love dishing it out. Blayze picks up Sylar and nails him with a right hand. He then takes Sylar and whips him into the ropes. When Sylar comes back, Blayze bends over to set up a back body drop. But Sylar counters with a high knee lift, sending Blayze stumbling back. Sylar runs back into the ropes. When he comes back, he knocks down Blayze with the Infinity Kick to cheers from the crowd. Clement: What a kick to the face that was by Sylar! Grayson: Blayze looks like he just got knocked into next week... Richards can be seen repeatedly slapping the top turnbuckle pad to cheers from the crowd. Sylar begins to push himself up off the canvas and tries to will himself over towards Richards. He dives over and makes the tag. Clement: Richards is back in! The crowd cheers as Richards ascends the turnbuckles. Once Chaths gets in and runs across the ring, Richards leaps off and knocks him down with a flying front dropkick. The crowd cheers. He kips back up to his feet and catches Blayze with a spinning back kick to the midsection. He follows up with the J.R. Driver to cheers from the crowd. Chaths gets up and goes for a running clothesline. But Richards ducks and counters with a floatover swinging neckbreaker. The crowd cheers as Richards gets to his feet and plays up to them. Clement: Jason Richards has retaken control of this match! And ths crowd is on fire! Grayson: Who cares about them? I want to know if Richards can put this thing away. Richards picks up Chaths and whips him into the corner. He then takes Blayze and whips him into Chaths. The crowd cheers. Richards runs across the ring and goes for a flying discus forearm strike. Blayze moves out of the way, but Chaths still gets nailed with the forearm to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Blayze delivers a belly to back suplex from behind. Blayze picks Richards back up and scoops him up with an electric chair lift. Chaths then steps through the ropes, climbs up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and delivers a diving leg lariat, knocking him off of Blayze's shoulders to boos from the crowd. Clement: That one looked like it hurt. Grayson: Trust me, I'm sure it feels much worse than it looks... Blayze then runs over and delivers a hard forearm strike, knocking Sylar off the apron and to the floor. The crowd boos. Grayson: Down goes Sylar! As Blayze turns back, heads to the outside and begins to climb the turnbuckles... Chaths picks up Richards, lifts him up and throws him down with the End of Days. Blayze follows up with the Blayze of Glory to boos from the crowd... ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! “Wrath of God” blares throughout the arena to boos from the crowd. Cruz: Here are your winners, BLOODBATH & BEYOND! Justice Young gets in the ring and raises both Blayze & Chaths' arms in victory to boos from the crowd. Clement: This wasn't supposed to happen. Sylar was supposed to save Jason. They were supposed to get revenge and give Bloodbath & Beyond their comeuppance. Grayson: That would make for a nice storybook ending. But in the real world, the better team wins. And Blayze & Chaths proved beyond a shadow of a doubt just who the better team is. Look at them, and look at what's left of their opponents. That's the fate that awaits the rest of the tag team division... [ FADE OUT] |
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 26, 2013 21:49:08 GMT -5
(The opening chords of ‘Superunknown’ by Soundgarden begin to play throughout the Ted Reeve Arena as Dom Harter steps out from behind the black curtain. Almost instantly the fans begin to boo as The Tenacious Little Bastard stands at the top of the aisle with a smug little smirk on his face, dressed in black jeans and the red and black ‘The Murder’ t-shirt. He strokes his beard and looks around the arena. The song dies down as Harter lifts a mike to his mouth, the fans in attendance still booing.) Dom Harter: Thank you, Toronto, for the warm welcome. (He says as he walks down the aisle, his voice dripping with sarcasm. The crowd mostly boo, except for a couple of fans in the front row who scream welcome home Dom.) Dom Harter: I find it’s almost cleansing, spiritually speaking, to return to one’s roots. To go back to the start. You see, just sixty miles up highway four hundred was where I made my professional debut. In the city of Barrie. Three long years ago… (Harter reaches the ring after strolling at a leisurely pace; he stops talking long enough to climb the steel steps and enter the ring through the middle ropes.) Dom Harter: I even wrestled in this arena during one of SCCW’s supershows back in the day. It was in this arena I beat Ryan ‘The Kid’ Galahad. Does anyone here remember that? Does anyone here remember thinking that one day I’d return, bigger, stronger and better than before. (The fans boo or shout no as Harter shakes his head, that smirk still present on his face.) Dom Harter: I remember that night. Because that was the night when I learned that you don’t always get what you want – what you deserve, even. It was that night I vanquished my first gallant knight, the first defender of all that was good and proper in the world … and I didn’t get my reward. So, that night, I swore that I would return to Toronto– (That gets the fans cheering, if only for the mention of their city.) Dom Harter: That I’d return to Toronto as a wiser man … but still, I don’t get my rewards, still I don’t get what I’ve earned. Two weeks ago in Dearborn, Michigan, I destroyed Chris Tryon inside that steel cage. I was brutal, I was ruthless and I decimated him. Just like I said I would. From bell to bell, I whooped his sorry ass around that ring. From pillar to post, up and down those cage walls, I beat him down! (There’s a pause; the smile is gone from Dom’s face, replaced by a sneer.) Dom Harter: The moment I had waited for … I took full advantage of. And I defeated yet another opponent who was put before me. Another opponent who had the nerve to disrespect me, the gall to try and downplay my achievements, my accolades and my talent. Like The UK Dragons, Stryker & Tomkins, like Q or Bond; I took what was given to me, chewed it up and spat it out. And how do I get rewarded for my efforts … I get left off the supershow! (The fans jeer, mocking Harter as he paces around the ring with his hands on his hips.) Dom Harter: I’m done waiting. (He says emphatically.) Dom Harter: I’m done being given scraps. (Harter says, his voice ripe with scorn.) Dom Harter: I want what I have I earned! And I will take it by the end of the year… (Harter stops pacing, standing in the center of the ring as he looks towards the backstage area.) Dom Harter: You see, during my tenure here in FGA I have beaten damn near everyone put before me. I have won the Gold Rush Rumble, I have won the Dynamic Duos tournament with the help and guidance of Malcolm Drake. I have captured the FGA Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Championships as a member of the most dominant team in FGA history, The Murder. And, for despite the brevity of my reign, I have been the FGA Champion. (Harter runs a hand through his fauxhawk, grimacing at the memories of that month long reign earlier this year.) Dom Harter: You see, back in June I suffered one of only two of my defeats here in FGA, when Chris Q beat me for the FGA Championship! And, back then, I didn’t invoke my rematch clause. Back then, I wasn’t given the option of having another shot at the belt. No! Instead Malcolm and I were entered in the Dynamic Duos tournament. Instead of being given my rematch, they devised the Frontier Lions Cup … to name a number one contender. (Harter scoffs.) Dom Harter: I mean, to take my rightful place as the number one contender for the FGA Championship. Well guess what, Malcolm and I took what was given to us, we went through The Mid-Atlantic Wrecking Crew, we beat the UK Dragons. We toppled the three teams you decided were worthy challengers to our titles. And in the mean time these fans have had to suffer the inflated ego of a stuck up little prick! An unworthy competitor for a man of Q’s stature. A competitor unable to take that strap from the waist of the Big Bad… (The fans boo at the mocking words.) Dom Harter: And I know this because there are only three men able to take that belt from around the waist of Chris Q. Malcolm Drake, Bob Pooler … and myself. And now, I’m coming for that belt, Q. And, once again, I will remove from your possession. I will strip you of your title and become a two time FGA Champion myself. And this time, come hell or high water, Q, you won’t be able to take it back from me. You won’t be able to beat me again. Because once I have become the FGA Champion for a second time, I will be unstoppable. I will be untouchable. Once I have taken that belt from you … I will be the unflinching, unrelenting Tenacious Little Bastard! And I will sit, perched atop this tree forever more… (Dom drops the mike as ‘Superunknown’ starts up again. The fans boo and jeer as he climbs out through the ropes and strolls back up the aisle; he wears that familiar crooked grin on his face, a swagger evident in his step as he heads backstage.) [ FADE OUT ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 26, 2013 21:54:23 GMT -5
Pride Championship Match
(c) Chris Bond vs. Johnny Karma The arena lights flash a myriad of different colours in tune with John Bonham’s epic drum intro to “When the Levee Breaks” fills the arena, and at the exact microsecond that the flawless combination of Robert Plant’s harmonica and Jimmy Page’s riff starts The Man, The Myth, The Johnny Karma swaggers out onto the top of the ramp to greet his adoring public, coming to a stop on top of the ramp to blow a kiss to all his fans in attendance who paid to see him and only him this evening, at which point Cherry Baum appears by his side to present him to the crowd, before he starts to walk down to the ring. Karma struts down the ramp towards the ring, making sure not a single hair is out of place on his head, greeting his adoring public as they address him whilst he walks down to the ring. Clement: Here comes the ever arrogant Johnny Karma and the brainless Cherry Baum. Grayson: Hey, you watch yourself. That's the Karmic Lion you're talking about. That's FGA's Iron Man of the Gold Rush Rumble. Oh, and by the way, that's your next Pride Champion. So how about a little show of respect? The pair reach ringside, as Cherry climbs onto the apron and holds the ropes open for her man. Karma waves to the luckiest fans of all, those at ringside as he performs, before bounding up the ring steps and stepping through the gap Cherry has created for him into the ring. Karma briskly walks across the ring, climbing the turnbuckles and raises an arm into the air, holding up one finger to remind us all of one simple truth – He’s #1. Clement: Show of respect? Let's talk about all the cheap shots that Karma has taken at Chris Bond. Let's talk about all of the lowbrow comments that Karma has made about Bond. Grayson: The man spoke the truth. I saw nothing wrong with it. Clement: Of course you didn't... Karma climbs down, then walks across the ring and climbs the opposite turnbuckles, looking out into the crowd who have paid for the privilege of watching him wrestle, before unzipping his track top to reveal a t-shirt reading #KARMIC PRIDE. He removes his dark glasses and places them in his jacket pocket, before climbing down. As he stands in the ring, Cherry Baum takes the house mic. Cherry Baum: Introducing first, Proudly weighing in tonight at 233 lbs, he is Proud to hail from Queens, NYC – he has already Earned your Respect and will soon be your Pride Champion, he is JOHNNY KARMA! [Cherry steps aside and gives a round of applause as Johnny K steps into the centre of the ring and gives a bow to the crowd although he still has his jacket on, before Cherry hands him the microphone] Johnny Karma: Ladies and…ladies [Karma winks, then brushes a strand of hair back into place] Johnny Karma: Oh Canada, our neighbour to the north, tonight is the night where I not only become the NEW Pride Champion, not only is tonight the night I beat down Chris Bond so bad he voluntarily attends rehab, but tonight is the night…where I light up your lives. Miss Baum? [Cherry nods to ringside, and the arena lights turn off. For a couple of seconds there is nothing but darkness, but then we see the word “KARMA” illuminating the arena, as the name across the back of Karma’s jacket flashes various colours for a moment, before the arena lights come back up] Johnny Karma: And if that isn’t the sign of a great champion, the match I’m about to put on for all of you certainly will be. Now, send in the drunk! "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. Cruz: And his opponent, now residing out of Chicago, Illinois by way of San Antonio, Texas! Weighing in at 238 pounds! He is the reigning, defending Pride Champion..... CHRIS BOND! 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: And here is Chris Bond, the first ever two-time Pride Champion in company history. He stopped two members of Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER from walking out with that belt back at Above & Beyond II. And after a hiccup against Chaths, he regained his championship just two weeks ago. Grayson: You call it a "hiccup," I call it being exposed. And what happened two weeks ago was a fluke. But there will be no flukes tonight. Johnny Karma is going to beat him in two straight falls. We won't even need a third... Clement: Chris Bond has had to deal with Karma's blatant disrespect for two months now. Tonight, he gets to let out all of that aggression on Karma and send him back to his cable access show, Karmic TV. The referee instructs for both men to shake hands before the bout. Bond and Karma reluctantly do what the ref asks of them. Though Karma quickly jerks back and wags his hand. He asks Cherry for a moist towelette to boos from the crowd. Clement: Oh give me a break. Grayson: Hey, I don't blame him. Who knows where that hand's been? Knowing Bond's extra curricular activities, you never know what type of shady company he keeps. Clement: Just stop it, would you? Grayson: It's not my fault this company continues to celebrate an addict... The bell sounds as both men circle the ring and lock up. Both men jockey for position. But Bond soon takes advantage and moves Karma into the ropes. After pressing Karma up against the ropes, the ref heads over and gives Bond until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... Bond reluctantly lets go. After stepping back towards the center of the ring, Bond waits for Karma. Karma begins to circle the ring before cautiously making his way back over towards Bond. The two lock up. After jockeying for position, Bond moves Karma into the corner. After pressing Karma up against the turnbuckle, the ref goes over and gives Bond until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... Bond reluctantly lets go. Karma gives him a quick shove to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Bond shoves Karma back. The ref quickly gets in between the two men and orders Bond back towards the center of the ring. Karma begins to make his way from out of the corner. The two inch towards each other and lock up. Karma quickly does a go behind, applying a waistlock from behind. Bond quickly reaches back and elbows Karma in the face. He then performs a standing switch and applies a waistlock of his own. But Karma reaches down, grabs one of Bond's arms and reverses into an arm wringer. The crowd boos. The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. But Bond refuses to quit. He then reaches over, grabs Karma by the wrist and reverses into an arm wringer of his own. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos as Karma reaches over and grabs the top rope, forcing a rope break. The ref gives Bond until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... Bond reluctantly lets go. Clement: Not a lot of action thus far. Though that's partially due to the nature of the rules of this match. Grayson: Speaking of which, Karma just used up one of his three rope breaks... After Bond lets go, Karma circles the ring. He inches over towards Bond before stepping back. He calls for a test of strength to boos from the crowd. Bond slowly reaches up and tries to lock hands with Karma. But Karma cheap shots with with a kick to the midsection. The crowd boos as Karma connects with a knife-edge chop, sending Bond stumbling into the ropes. Karma goes over, grabs Bond and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Karma goes for another knife-edge chop. But Bond ducks and runs into the ropes. When Bond comes back, he knocks down Karma with a cross body block. The crowd cheers... ONE! . . TWO! . . Karma kicks out. As both men get up, Bond throws down Karma with an arm drag to cheers from the crowd. Karma gets up, but Bond sends him back down with another arm drag. The crowd cheers. When Karma gets back up, Bond throws him right back down with another arm drag. He quickly transitions into a shoulderlock. The ref asks Karma is he wants to give up. But Karma refuses to quit. After battling his way back up to his feet, Karma moves Bond into the ropes. He then shoves Bond off of him and into the opposite set of ropes. When Bond comes back, he knocks Karma down with a running shoulderblock to cheers from the crowd. He then runs into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Karma turns over onto his stomach. Bond hops over him and runs into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Karma takes him down with an arm drag of his own. The crowd boos as Karma quickly transitions into a shoulderlock. The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. But Bond refuses to quit. Karma begins to taunt Bond by playfully slapping him on the head. The crowd boos. After Bond battles his way back up to his feet, he uses his free hand to nail Karma with right hands to the midsection. Once Bond breaks free, he takes Karma and whips him into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Bond goes for kitchen sink to the midsection. After Karma flips over his knee, he uses the momentum to roll Bond up in a school boy.... ONE! . . TWO! . . Bond kicks out. As both men get up to their feet, Karma quickly applies a side headlock to boos from the crowd. Bond tries to slip out, but it's to no avail. He then tries to shove Karma off of him. But Karma has the hold on tight. After three forearm strikes to the ribs, Bond tries to shove Karma off of him. But again, Karma keeps the hold on tight. He then delivers a side headlock takeover to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Bond reverses into a leg scissors headlock. The ref asks Karma if he wants to give up. But Karma refuses to quit. After turning over onto his knees, Karma slips out, dives over and reapplies the side headlock to boos from the crowd. Clement: Nice display of technical wrestling there by both men. Grayson: Karma is a classic wrestler, so his technical abilities are never in question. Though I must admit that for a drunk, Bond knows how to string a move or two together. Not bad... The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. But Bond refuses to quit. After battling his way back up to his feet, Bond nails Karma with elbows to the midsection. He then shoves Karma off of him and into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Bond goes for a back body drop. But Karma slips down from behind, grabs Bond, runs, jumps over the top rope and delivers Macho Karma to boos from the crowd. As Bond stumbles back, Karma quickly climbs up onto the apron, climbs up to the top turnbuckle, jumps off and connects with a flying double ax handle smash. The crowd boos as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Bond kicks out. Grayson: Oh I thought he had him there. Clement: Karma saw his opening and was quick to take advantage. I'll give him that... Karma picks up Bond, brings him into the corner and lights up his chest with a series of knife-edge chops. He then takes Bond and whips him into the opposite corner. Karma runs across the ring, but he runs right into an elbow to the face. The crowd cheers. After Karma stumbles back, Bond runs from out of the corner, leaps up and takes him down with a Lou Thesz Press. The crowd cheers as Bond begins to hammers away with rights and lefts to the face. Clement: And Bond is clobbering Karma's face with those rights and lefts! That's for all the jokes, all the remarks and for all the humiliation he's put Bond through... The ref goes over and gives Bond a warning about the closed fists. But Bond looks like he's a man possessed as he continues to rain down punches on Karma. The ref then goes over and charges Bond a rope break to boos from the crowd. Grayson: And that's what happens when you don't follow the rules. Now both men are down to just two rope breaks... Bond stops, goes over and confronts the referee. Bond argues with the ref. But the ref is having nothing of it. While Bond's back is turned, Karma quickly rolls him up from behind with a school boy. Clement: Karma with the roll up! ONE! . . Karma gets his feet up on the middle turnbuckle... . . TWO! . . THREE! Grayson: Yes! KARMA – 1
BOND – 0 Clement: Johnny Karma just stole the first pinfall from Chris Bond! Karma raises his arms in the air to boos from the crowd. Meanwhile, Bond gets up on his knees and is in total shock. Grayson: Bond can't even believe it. But that's what happens when you take your eye off the ball. His lack of self control cost him a rope break. And then his lack of concentration just cost him the first fall. Now, he has to win two falls straight to retain his title... Karma rolls to the outside where he's greeted by Cherry Baum. Karma then goes over, snatches the Pride Championship away from the time keeper and makes his way around ringside. Karma then holds up the Pride Championship to boos from the crowd. Clement: What is he doing? The match isn't even over yet! But the boos turn to cheers as Bond rolls to the outside, runs up behind Karma, spins him around and drops him with a right hand. The crowd cheers as Bond picks up Karma, marches back towards the ring, slams his face against the apron and shoves him back into the ring. After Bond rolls back in, the bell sounds. As Karma gets up, Bond shoves him, sending him stumbling into the corner. Once in the corner, Bond unleashes a series of knife-edge chops of his own. He then takes Karma and whips him hard into the opposite corner. As Karma stumbles out, Bond throws him down with a back body drop. The crowd cheers as Karma can be seen arching his back in pain. When Karma gets up, Bond knocks him down with a dropkick. Karma gets up, but Bond knocked him back down with another dropkick to cheers from the crowd. As Karma gets up and stumbles towards the ropes, Bond runs over and clotheslines him over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers. Clement: Bond with a hard clothesline to the outside! Man is a fired up! Grayson: He's down one fall to zero. I hope he would be... Bond rolls to the outside and puts the boots to Karma. He picks up Karma, only to throw him down with a scoop slam to cheers from the crowd. Bond reaches down, scoops up Karma and delivers a snake eyes across the barricade. When Karma stumbles around, Bond knocks him down with a knife-edge chop. The crowd cheers. Bond picks up Karma and rolls him back into the ring. As Bond gets up, Karma continues rolling until he rolls out on the other side of the ring. Clement: What in the world? The crowd boos as Karma tries to take a breather. But Bond baseball slides to the outside, runs up behind Karma and knocks him down with a clothesline to the back of the neck. The crowd cheers. Bond picks up Karma and rolls him back in. After rolling himself back in, he picks up Karma and goes for an irish whip. But Karma reverses, sending Bond into the ropes. When Bond comes back, he swings around Karma and brings him down with a rear naked chokedrop. The crowd cheers. Once Karma is down, Bond begins to circle him like a vulture. He delivers a stomp to the right arm, then the right leg. He then performs a stomps to the left leg, then the left arm. Bond then caps it off with several stomps to the face to cheers from the crowd. He drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Karma gets his shoulder up. Clement: I'm surprise Karma even knows where he is, let alone have the wherewithal to get a shoulder up. Bond picks up Karma and whips him into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Bond scoops him up from the side and delivers a jumping backbreaker to cheers from the crowd. Bond gets up, picks up Karma, lifts him up and delivers a stalling vertical suplex to cheers from the crowd. He turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Karma gets his arm up to boos from the crowd. The boos turn to cheers as Bond grabs the arm, pulls Karma, grabs a hold of him, runs and tosses him through the ropes and onto the apron. Grayson: Oh boy... Clement: You know what comes next!? After grabbing Karma around the neck, Bond drags him across the middle rope to cheers from the crowd. But before Bond can deliver the Rejection, Karma unhooks his legs, grabs Bond, lifts him up and hotshots him across the top rope to boos from the crowd. Bond bounces throat-first across the top rope and falls to the canvas. Grayson: What a counter by Karma. Bravo... Clement: I didn't know I was commentating with Cherry Baum... Karma goes over, picks up Bond and snapmares him down. He then runs into the ropes. When Karma comes back, he delivers a rolling neck snap to boos from the crowd. Karma makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Bond gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.. Karma picks up Bond, only to bring him back down with the Bum Trip to boos from the crowd. He then goes over, picks up Bond and positions him for Dazed, Confused and All Messed Up. The crowd boos. But the boos turn to cheers as Bond counters with a standing double leg takedown. He then hooks his arms around Karma's legs and leans back, catapulting him into the top turnbuckle to cheers from the crowd. Karma stumbles away from the corner. But Bond grabs him from behind, runs back into the corner and slams his head into the turnbuckles as the crowd counts along. Crowd: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN! The crowd cheers as Bond brings a dazed Karma from out of the corner. He whips Karma into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Bond lifts him up, turns and throws him down with a spinebuster to cheers from the crowd. He then picks up Karma and tosses him through the ropes and onto the apron. After grabbing Karma around the neck, Bond drags him across the middle rope before planting him with the Rejection. The crowd cheers. Bond then picks up Karma, grabs him and delivers the End of Days to cheers from the crowd. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd cheers. KARMA – 1
BOND – 1 Clement: That's how you bounce back! And now we're all tied up one-one! Grayson: Exactly, one-one. It's anyone's match now. And by "anyone" I mean "Johnny Karma." After the mandatory rest period, the bell sounds as Karma slowly gets up. When he turns around, he turns right into a running lariat from Bond. The crowd cheers. Karma gets up, but Bond knocks him down with another running lariat to cheers from the crowd. As Karma gets up, Bond goes for yet another lariat. But Karma ducks, grabs him from behind and delivers the Stairway to Bedlam. As Bond stumbles forward, Karma runs up from behind and connects with a high knee, sending Bond stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd boos. Clement: Bond with a hard tumble to the outside. He might be hurt... As Bond gets up on the outside, Karma runs into the ropes. When Karma comes back, he runs forward, dives through the ropes and knocks down Bond with This Is For The Front Row. The crowd boos as Cherry applauds. Karma picks up Bond, rolls him into the ring, rolls himself back in, drags Bond away from the ropes and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Bond gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Karma holds up three fingers at the ref. But the ref tells him it was only a two count. Grayson: Yes, Karma. I, too, know that this referee can't count... Clement: He can count perfectly fine. It was only a two count... Karma picks up Bond and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Karma bends over to set up a back body drop. But Bond stops, grabs Karma and tosses him through the ropes and onto the apron. Grayson: Oh no, not again... Bond goes to grab Karma, but Karma quickly grabs him by the neck with both hands and drops down off the apron, guillotining Bond across the top rope. The crowd boos as Bond stumbles back. Karma quickly climbs up to the apron and makes his way up the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, Karma goes for a flying cross body block. But Bond counters in mid air with a powerslam. Clement: What a slam out of mid air from Bond! This could be it.......... ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Karma gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd. Grayson: Phew! Clement: How did Karma get his shoulder up after that? Grayson: When you're as great as Karma, certain things can't be explained... Bond picks up Karma and scoops him up for a Death Valley Driver. But Karma slips down from behind and shoves Bond into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Karma goes for Check Your Chiclets. But Bond catches his foot to cheers from the crowd. He then spins Karma around. When Karma spins back, Bond grabs Karma for the End of Days. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos as Karma breaks free and counters with an inverted atomic drop. Karma then goes for Sugar Ray Karma. But Karma ducks the right hook. When Karma turns around, Bond kicks him in the midsection and sets up for a cradle piledriver. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos as Karma counters with a standing double leg takedown. He then catapults Bond into the corner. The crowd boos. As Bond stumbles back, Karma lifts him up from behind and throws him down with a full nelson slam. He then picks up Bond, lifts him up and plants him with Dazed, Confused and All Messed Up. The crowd boos as he rolls over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! “When The Levee Breaks” blares throughout the arena to boos from the crowd. Cruz: Here is your winner.... and NEW Frontier Grappling Arts Pride Champion, JOHNNY KARMA! As the ref raises Karma’s hand and passes him the Pride Championship, Cherry Baum slides into the ring and leaps on Karma to embrace him, catching him by surprise but he just about manages to keep his footing. Grayson: Yes! Yes! yes! Isn't this fitting? Doesn't this just look perfect? Now, FGA can have a Pride Champion that they are actually proud of. .Karma places a foot on Chris Bond’s torso, and looks at the belt for a moment…before signalling to Cherry, who passes him a towel. Karma buffs the belt up a little, and looks at his reflection in to belt’s shine and clearly likes what he sees, before raising the belt above his head with one arm whilst blowing a kiss to the camera with the other. Clement: Look at him! Look at the complete disrespect he's shown to Chris Bond even in victory. There's nothing to be proud of... Karma slides a hand around Cherry's waist, as the pair leave the ring and walk up the aisle, and as they reach the top of the ramp Karma hand the belt to Cherry and she fastens it around his waist as Karma waves to his adoring public. [ FADE OUT ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 26, 2013 22:02:19 GMT -5
Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Championship Match
No Disqualification
(c) The Murder vs The Usual Suspects The guitar screech from the beginning of "Just Because" by Jane's Addiction blares over the house speakers, and the fans rise to their feet anticipating The Usual Suspects. Marx & Tryon step out from the entrance and stand in front of the smoked out curtains. Both men are dawning dark hooded sweatshirts that obscure their face over their singlets. The Usual Suspects stare out into the crowd, taking in the cheers, before they begin walking to the ring high fiving a few of the fans in the aisle way. Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! And it is for the Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, the challengers! Weighing in at a combined weight of 482 pounds! They are the team of Chris Tryon and Jason Marx..... THE USUAL SUSPECTS! The two men pause at the base of the ring apron before looking around. Both men hop up onto the ring apron next and enter through the ropes. Clement: This match isn't going to be for the weak at heart. Everything, including the kitchen sink, is going to be flying around in this one. And you know just how dangerous The Murder are, so you know they'll take advantage of anything they can get their hands on. Grayson: But what condition is Chris Tryon in? If he in any condition to fight tonight, especially after getting his clock cleaned in that Steel Cage Match two weeks ago by Dom Harter? Clement: He looks alright to me. Grayson: Yeah, well I've heard of "faking it till you make it." But this isn't worth it. This is The Murder we're talking about here. They have bludgeoned people. They've crippled people. They've ended careers. Theyv'e destroyed people physically, mentally and emotionally. This is not the match for Chris Tryon. This isn't the match for The Usual Suspects, period. There would be no shame in these two waving the white flag. We know they don't want to get beaten up by The Murder. So why bother? Clement: Because they have more heart that you ever could have. Yes, Tryon lost that grueling Steel Cage Match. But he's here to fight. He's here to stand by the man that never left his side. Harter won a major battle for The Murder. But tonight, the Suspects are looking to win the war and those titles! Grayson: Yeah? well good luck... The lights go out in the arena as Alice In Chain's “Man In The Box” starts playing over the speaker system. The strobe lights begin flickering on the entrance curtain in pace with the drum and base line until they reach a crescendo at the chorus and Malcolm Drake and Bob Pooler burst through the curtain. Drake stops beyond the curtain, casting wary sideways glances at the fans along ringside. Pooler smiles as he hears the boos from the crowd. He makes his way down to the ring as he recoils from the hands of those closest to the guard rail. Cruz: And their opponents, coming in at a combined weight of 401 pounds! They are the reigning and defending Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Champions! They are the team of Malcolm Drake and Bob Pooler..... THE MURDER! Drake recoils from those fans that attempt to touch him, screaming at them and smacking himself in the head along the way to the ring. Drake slides until the bottom rope on his stomach and crawls to the nearest turnbuckle corner, where he slumps his arms over the middle rope, staring out at the crowd. Pooler rolls under the bottom rope and stands up in the corner, a smirk on his face as he stretches his arms across his chest and awaits the start of the match. Drake turns back towards the ring, slouching in the corner; scratching his head and chest hair. Clement: Malcolm Drake has become somewhat annoyed at the fact that the Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Championship hasn't given him the respect that he deserves. Grayson: I completed agree. You just ran down their rap sheet moments ago. Need I remind everyone that Drake and Harter won the Dynamic Duos Tag Team Tournament. Need I remind you that The Murder defeated the "oh so great" U.K. Dragons long before The Shoot Kings did? Yet people like Chris Tryon continue to disrespect them. Well Tryon is about to get his mouth permanently shut here tonight. And if I were Jason Marx, I'd cut my losses and let this loser fend for himself. I'm sure he can find a new partner that will listen to him from day one. Instead of this idiot that needed to get beat up a dozen times until he learned the hard way. The bell sounds as Tryon and Drake lock up. Drake immediately moves Tryon into the corner. After pressing Tryon against the corner, Drake cheap shots him with a shoulder thrust. The crowd boos as he places Tryon in a front facelock and rakes his eyes along the top turnbuckle. Tryon stumbles into The Murder corner, where he gets punched by Pooler. Tryon stumbles around, turning into a punch from Drake. Tryon stumbles back in the corner. Drake lunges forward, choking Tryon to boos from the crowd. After about seven seconds, Drake lets go. As Tryon gasps for air, Drake mudhole stomps Tryon down into the corner. He then lunges down, nailing Tryon with punch after punch to the forehead. While Tryon is down, Drake begins to facewash him to boos from the crowd. He then runs into the adjacent set of ropes. When Drake comes back, he connects with a running facewash to boos from the crowd. Clement: Drake starts off this match in dominating fashion. Grayson: Well what did you expect? This type of match will play right into their hands. No foreign objects have come into play yet. But when they do, it'll be all she wrote for the Usual Suspects... After pulling Tryon back up in the corner, Drake lunges forward and chokes him again to boos from the crowd. This time, with both hands. After about seven seconds, Drake lets go and steps back towards the center of the ring. After sizing up Tryon, Drake runs into the corner. But he runs right into an elbow to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Drake stumbles back, Tryon reaches back and elbows Pooler in the face. Drake comes back into the corner, but Tryon nails him with a right hand to cheers from the crowd. Tryon turns around and punches Pooler to cheers from the crowd. Tryon turns around and punches Drake again to cheers from the crowd. Tryon turns around and goes to punch Pooler, but Pooler pokes him in the eyes to boos from the crowd. Clement: A blatant cheap shot from Pooler. Grayson: It's a NO DQ Match! Drake brings Tryon from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Tryon comes back, Drake throws out a Roaring Elbow. But Tryon ducks and runs into the ropes. When Tryon comes back, Drake throws out a lariat. But again, Tryon ducks and runs into the ropes. When Tryon comes back, he knocks down Drake with a spinning heel kick to cheers from the crowd. Drake gets up, but Tryon knocks him down with a dropkick. Drake gets back up, but Tryon knocks him back down with another dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Pooler then slingshots himself into the ring and runs over at Tryon. But Tryon knocks him down with a clothesline. Pooler gets back up, but Tryon delivers an inverted atomic drop and then knocks him down with a roundhouse kick to the head. The crowd cheers. Clement: Look at Chris Tryon, fighting back and taking control from the Suspects! When Tryon turns around, he turns right into a knee strike from Drake; the crowd boos. Grayson: That'll stop you dead in your tracks. It's a shame Drake didn't aim about seven inches lower... Drake then takes Tryon, runs and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. As Tryon slowly gets up on the outside, Drake runs into the ropes. When Drake comes back, he charges forward and goes for a suicide dive. But Marx catches him in mid-dive with a high knee lift to cheers from the crowd. Tryon then climbs back up onto the apron and connects with a slingshot leg drop of Drake. The crowd cheers as he turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Drake gets his foot on the bottom rope to boos from the crowd. Tryon gets up, goes over and tags in Jason Marx. The crowd cheers as Marx gets in. He picks up Drake and goes for an irish whip. But Drake reverses, sending Marx into the ropes. When Marx comes back, Drake bends over to set up a back body drop. But Marx grabs him by the hair and throws him down with a mat slam. The crowd cheers as Drake holds the back of his head in pain. But the cheers turn to boos as Pooler comes from behind and connects with a jumping knee strike, sending Marx stumbling through the ropes and onto the apron. As Marx gets up on the apron, Pooler darts over, dives and connects with the High Velocity hug, knocking him off the apron and to the floor to boos from the crowd. Clement: Pooler just speared Marx right off the apron! Pooler gets up, stands over Marx and begins taunting him. But when Pooler turns around, Tryon runs along the apron, leaps off and takes him down with a flying hurricarana. The crowd cheers. As Tryon gets up and turns around, Drake knocks him down with a suicide dive to boos from the crowd. Clement: Drake with a dive of his own! And now all four men are down! Grayson: Any order this match had has officially been thrown out the window. Now, it's about to be on... Drake goes over and grabs the steel steps. The crowd boos as he runs over and rams the steps into the side of Tryon's head, knocking him down. Drake then lifts the steps, only to throw them down across Tryon to more boos from the crowd. Further down ringside, Pooler takes Marx and whips him into the ring post. Marx's head pings off the post before stumbling to the floor. Back down, Drake picks up Tryon and rolls him back into the ring. He then takes the steps and sits them down on the floor. Clement: What in the world is Drake up to? Grayson: Nothing good, I can tell you that much... After grabbing Tryon and dragging him into position, Drake delivers an apron-hung Ace Cutter onto the steel steps to boos from the crowd. Drake picks up Tryon, rolls him back into the ring, rolls himself back in and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Tryon gets his foot on the bottom rope to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Drake drags him away from the ropes and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Tryon gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Back on the outside, Pooler slams Marx's head against the barricade. He then turns him around and rocks him with a series of European Uppercuts to boos from the crowd. Pooler takes Marx away from the barricade and goes for a suplex, but Marx blocks it. So Pooler goes for another vertical suplex but again, Marx blocks it. Marx then reverses with a vertical suplex of his own, suplexing Pooler back-first across the top of the barricade. The crowd cheers as Pooler falls into the crowd. The camera shows Pooler yelling in pain as he holds his back. Grayson: AH! Clement: Pooler's spine must be broken in half! It's gotta be! Back in the ring, Drake picks up Tryon and whips him into the corner. He then runs across the ring and goes for a corner yakuza kick. But Tryon catches his foot and shoves Drake down to the canvas. After Drake rolls up to his feet, Tryon heads from out of the corner and goes for a superkick. But Drake ducks. When Tryon turns around, Drake nails him with a kick to the groin. Grayson: Hello! The crowd boos as Tryon doubles over in pain. He then sets up Tryon for a piledriver. But Marx comes in and clotheslines Drake down from behind to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: What a cheap shot by Jason Marx. Clement: What cheap shot!? Drake just kicked Tryon right between the legs! Marx picks up Drake and whips him into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Marx bends over to set up a back body drop. But Drake stops, grabs Marx and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd boos. But the boos turn to cheers as Tryon runs up from behind and dumps him over the top rope and to the floor. While Drake and Marx try to get up on the outside, Tryon runs into the ropes. When Tryon comes back, he goes for a somersault plancha. But Drake grabs Marx and pulls him into the way... Clement: OH NO! ... sending Tryon crashing on top of Marx to boos from the crowd. As Tryon turns over and checks on Marx, Drake comes from the side and blasts him with a yakuza kick to the head. The crowd boos. Grayson: Drake outsmarts the competition yet again. He pulls Marx into the way, then gives Tryon a kick in the head for his troubles... As Pooler climbs back over the barricade, Drake reaches underneath the ring... and pulls out a rolls of barbwire to boos from the crowd. Clement: Oh God.... Grayson: Oh God YES, you mean... The boos begin to grow louder as Drake wraps his arm in the barbwire. After Pooler picks up Tryon and throws him down across the barricade, crotching him.... Drake runs over and connects with a lariat using the barbwire wrapped arm, knocking Tryon into the front row to boos from the crowd. Clement: My God what a lariat! Grayson: It was great, wasn't it? Marx gets up and tackles Pooler into the side of the ring. But Pooler quickly counters into a standing front facelock. As Pooler holds him in place, Drake takes his barbwire wrapped arm and delivers several clubbing shots to the back. The crowd boos as Marx used the barbwire wrapped arm to rake Marx across the back. The crowd boos as Marx drops to his knees as he yells out in pain. Pooler then picks him back up and slam his head onto the apron. As Marx stumbles back, Pooler runs over, jumps up and brings him down with The Equilibrium to boos from the crowd. Pooler picks him up, rolls him back into the ring, rolls himself back in and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Marx gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd. Pooler quickly picks up Marx and tosses him back to the outside. Clement: Marx gets his shoulder up, but Pooler tosses him back to the outside where the Head Crow is waiting to knock him off... Back on the outside, Tryon tries to pull himself up using the edge of the barricade. But Drake takes him barbwire wrapped arm and nails Tryon with a Roaring Elbow, knocking him down to boos from the crowd. He then turns over, picks up Marx and slams his head against the ring post. After turning Marx around and leaning him up against the ring post, Drake rakes him across the face with his barbwire wrapped arm. A close up reveals that Marx has been busted open. After stepping back, Drake sizes him up. He then goes for another Roaring Elbow using his barbwire wrapped arm. But Marx moves out of the way, causing Drake to connect with nothing but the ring post to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: NO! Drake howls in pain as he stumbles around ringside. He quickly drops to his knees as he cradles his arm. Marx rolls back into the ring, but he's met with a series of stomps from Pooler. The crowd boos. After picking up Marx, Pooler whips him into the opposite corner. Pooler runs across the ring and connects with a running European Uppercut. The crowd boos. He then takes Marx and whips him back into the previous corner. Pooler calls for a chair. After a hurt Drake hurls a chair into the ring, Pooler catches it, folds it up, runs across the ring and connects with a corner hangtime dropkick using the chair. Clement: Pooler connects with a chair right to the face! The crowd boos as Marx crumbles from out of the corner. Pooler drags him away from the ropes and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Marx gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Pooler gets up and calls for another chair. Drake, who has unwrapped the barb wire, tosses in another chair. Cement: What does he have in store now? Grayson: Just what will he do next? Pooler catches the chair, unfolds it and places it down. He then takes the previous chair, unfolds it, and sits it it right in front of the other so that the seats are touching each other. Pooler then picks up Marx and positions him for a powerbomb. But Marx counters. He stands up, turns and throws Pooler through the chairs with an Alabama Slam. Grayson: Not again! Clement: Pooler's back! His back must be broken in half after being slammed through those two steel chair seats! The crowd cheers as he collapses on top of Pooler and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Drake dives over and breaks up the pin. The crowd boos. Grayson: Thank God for Drake. Oh, that's right. Drake is The Godkiller! Drake picks up Marx, runs over and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Marx around, Drake sends him slumping down in the corner with a barrage of punches. Drake marches over, picks up one of the chair, walks back across the ring and shoves it in between the middle and bottom ropes. He positions the chair so it sits directly in front of Marx's face. Clement: This cannot be good. Marx, lookout.... After marching back towards the center of the ring, Drake turns, charges back into the corner and delivers a punt kick to the chair, kicking it directly into Marx's face to boos from the crowd. But the boos slowly turn to cheers as Tryon climbs up onto the apron and climbs up onto the top turnbuckle. As Drake steps back and then turns around, Tryon leaps off the top turnbuckle and knocks him down with a diving thrust kick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Pooler breaks up the pin to boos from the crowd. Clement: How in the hell did Pooler get u[? Pooler picks up Tryon and knocks him down with a European Uppercut before heading to the outside. He reaches underneath the ring and pulls out a table to boos from the crowd. After picking up the table and sliding it into the ring, he reaches back underneath the apron... and pulls out another table to boos from the crowd. After sliding the second table into the ring, Drake takes the first table and sets it up near the corner. He then picks up Tryon, grabs him from behind and knocks him down with the Mors Omnibus to boos from the crowd. Grayson: That's it, it's over.... After picking up Tryon and rolling him onto the table, Drake steps through the ropes and begins climbing the turnbuckles. Grayson: Maybe not... Clement: They've got the match won. But they don't want to beat the Usual Suspects. They want to destroy them like the countless others they have. Once he gets to the top, he signals for the Mors Vincit to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Marx runs off and shoves Drake off, sending him flying off the top turnbuckle and into the barricade to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: OH NO.... Clement: Drake just crashes against the barricade! Did you hear that thud!? Grayson: How could I not? But the cheers turn to boos as Marx turns right into Dr. Teeth from Pooler. Pooler takes the second table and leans it up against the corner behind Marx. Pooler then walks over and stands a couple of steps ahead of Marx. He waves him up, looking to drive him into the table. When Marx gets up and turns around, Pooler goes for the High Velocity Hug. But Marx moves out of the way, sending Pooler through the table to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: No, no, NO! Clement: Pooler sends himself through the table! Marx then picks up Pooler and brings him over towards the other corner. After Tryon steps through the ropes and climbs up to the top turnbuckle, Marx lifts Pooler up onto his shoulders. Grayson: NO! No, no, no, no, no.... When Tryon flips off, the Usual Suspects deliver the Beautiful Disaster through the table to cheers from the crowd. Marx makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! “Just Because” blasts over the PA to cheers from the crowd. Cruz: Here are your winners... and NEW Frontier Grappling Arts Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Champions, the USUAL SUSPECTS! The ref hands Marx and Tryon the tag team titles. Both men slowly raise each others arms and the belts to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: I think I'm going to be sick... Clement: It's over. Their reign of terror is finally over! The Murder have been dethroned by The Usual Suspects! We've got new champions! Tiffany Lawrence Michaels makes her way down to the ring. After entering through the ropes, she celebrates with Marx and Tryon. All three of them then raise each others arms to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: What is she celebrating for? She didn't do jack! 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Post by FGA Office on Oct 26, 2013 22:09:12 GMT -5
(The camera cuts backstage as Spencer Burke stands in the center of the shot, holding a microphone with the FGA logo. He takes his cue from the cameraman and addresses the audience.)
Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, the FGA Heavyweight Champion, the Big Bad of FGA, Chris Q.
(The shot zooms out slightly and Chris Q enters with the FGA Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder. Q’s eyes hidden behind his trademark sunglasses, he flashes a confident smirk before opening his mouth.)
Chris Q: Goddamn I love this feeling…
(Chris pauses for a moment and scratches his beard.)
Chris Q: Just minutes before I get into a fight, I always get this incredible feeling. An ugly, nasty, brutal brawl is what I’m looking for tonight and that’s exactly what I am going to get.
Spencer Burke: I don’t know if you heard what Sean had to say earlier, but he certainly feels like he has a lot to prove tonight.
Chris Q: No, I’m done listening to Sean talk. I’ve already wasted too much of my time listening to that moron speak. Sean says he has a lot to prove? No shit.
Spencer Burke: What about you? What do you have planned for the main event here tonight?
(Chris turns to look at Spencer, unimpressed by the line of questioning.)
Chris Q: Shut your fucking mouth. I’m not going to sit here and reveal any of my game plan before I get into the ring. I don’t need to talk just to hear my own voice like Sean Sands constantly does.
Spencer Burke: Well is there anything you’d like to talk about?
(Q doesn’t respond. He looks down at the FGA Championship on his shoulder and shakes his head, the confident smirk returning once again.)
Chris Q: This. This is the only thing I need to say. The FGA Heavyweight Championship belongs to me. I will do absolutely anything to keep this title. I had to win a lot of matches to get a shot at this belt and I’ve had to go through hell to keep it. No matter what gets thrown my way, I always figure out a way to win. I don’t leave the arena tonight unless my hand is raised and the FGA Heavyweight Championship is with me.
(Q turns again to look at Spencer, now scowling at the interviewer.)
Spencer Burke: Thank you for the time, Chris. Good luck in your match tonight.
Chris Q: I don’t need any fucking luck. That shit is for losers. I win on my own. I don’t ask for help and I certainly don’t need luck.
(Chris turns back, looking directly into the camera.)
Chris Q: Luck is what brought Sean Sands to this match tonight. But now his luck has run out and he’s about to face the worst beating of his entire career. Maybe it was just bad luck all along…
(Q walks out of the shot as the scene fades to black.)
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Post by FGA Office on Oct 26, 2013 22:10:59 GMT -5
A shot of Sands backstage in the Du Burns arena is shown. A white towel has been slung over his right shoulder and you can see the sweat as his dark brown hair looks extremely wet. He looks flat out tired, but is still able to have a small smile on his face as he speaks.
Sean Sands: Tonight, I did something not many men can say they have done before in their careers.
Sean Sands: I defeated three men in three different matches in that ring tonight.
Sands runs his right hand through his hair.
Sean Sands: And I'm the winner of the 2013 Frontier Lion's Cup. I'm your next number one contender to the FGA Heavyweight title.
Sands brings the cup into view as the scene is cut to another clip.
The shot switches to Chris Q, standing in the FGA ring in an empty arena. He is wearing his black suit and sunglasses, wearing the FGA Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. The shot zooms in on his face.
Chris Q: I've been dominating this company for an entire year...
Chris Q: …claiming my spot at the top of the mountain.
Chris Q: Challengers have tried to step up…
Chris Q: …but I’ve crushed them all.
Another shot of Sands is shown, this one after the parking lot brawl between him and Chris Q. He is sitting upwards on a medical table as the FGA doctor gives him a quick checkup. He has a smile on his face as small pieces of glass are taken out of his back, hurting the man but not enough to take that smile off of his face.
Sean Sands: Heading into Respect Is Earned, I know I have had to prove everything to the FGA universe and even to Chris Q himself. I've had to beat men who were in the Frontier Lions Cup tournament with me.
Sean Sands: Men who are said to be better than me and promised to hurt me in order to take my spot as the contender to the most prestigious prize FGA has to offer.
Sean Sands: And yes, I found myself on the losing end in one of those matches....
Sean Sands: But, I haven't backed down...
The shot quickly cuts back to Chris Q, unwrapping the bandages from his hands after the same backstage altercation. Just like Sean, Q has tons of small cuts all over his body after going through the glass with his foe.
Chris Q: Now the time has come to finish the job...
Chris Q:...and to silence all voices who deny my greatness.
Now the screen splits as both Chris Q and Sean Sands are shown side by side. Both men are looking directly into the camera.
Chris Q: No matter what happens tonight...
Sean Sands: After everything we go through inside the ring...
Chris Q: & Sean Sands: Respect will be earned!
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