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Post by FGA Office on Nov 9, 2013 23:59:00 GMT -5
Dark Match
Jaxie Wyatt vs. Diana Dime The bell sounds as Wyatt and Dime lock up. Dime quickly places Wyatt in a side headlock. But Wyatt slips out of it and reverses into a hammerlock from behind. Dime then reaches back, grabs Wyatt with her free arm and throws her down with a snapmare. As Wyatt gets up, Dime runs into the ropes. When Dime comes back, Wyatt throws out a clothesline. But Dime ducks and runs into the ropes. When Dime comes back, she gets knocked down by a cross body block. Wyatt hooks the leg... ONE . . Dime kicks out. After bringing Dime back up to her feet, Wyatt delivers an arm wringer. Dime can be seen cringing in pain. But Wyatt shows her no mercy as she delivers another arm wringer. Wyatt then transitions into an elevated wrist lock. The ref asks Dime if she wants to give up. But Dime refuses to quit. She then rolls forward, turns, flips over with a headstand, stands up and knees Wyatt in the midsection. She then nails Wyatt with a forearm strike... then another. Dime grabs Wyatt and goes for an irish whip. But Wyatt reverses, sending Dime into the corner. Wyatt then runs over and connects with a corner clothesline. After leading Dime out of the corner, Wyatt whips her into the ropes. Wyatt quickly runs into the adjacent set of ropes. After both grapplers bounce off the ropes and run back towards the center of the ring, Wyatt blindsides Dime with a big boot, knocking her down. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Dime gets her shoulder up. Wyatt picks up Dime, brings her into the corner and slams her head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Dime around, Wyatt knocks her down with a series of headbutts in the corner. After reaching down, pulling up Dime and bringing her from out of the corner, Wyatt goes for an irish whip. But Dime reverses, sending Wyatt into the ropes. When Wyatt comes back, Dime bends over to set up a back body drop. But Wyatt counters with a single knee facebreaker. As Dime stands dazed, Wyatt kicks her in the midsection before planting her with a scissored DDT. Wyatt picks up Dime, places her in a three quarter facelock, runs into the corner, runs up the turnbukcles, flips over and delivers the Secondhand Rapture. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! Winner: Jaxie Wyatt |
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Post by FGA Office on Nov 10, 2013 0:01:11 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Nov 10, 2013 0:04:26 GMT -5
Elizabeth DVD Taping
Court Time Sports Center
Elizabeth, PA (The lights in the Court Time Sports Center go out unexpectedly and the fans in attendance scream. “The Earth’s Rotation Around the Sun” begins to play, which instantly draws jeers from the crowd. A single spotlight shines at the top of the entrance. Suddenly, Chris Q steps out from behind the curtain and the FGA fans shower him with hatred. It’s obvious immediately that Chris isn’t carrying the FGA Championship with him. Q looks around the arena, his eyes covered by his sunglasses. Unexpectedly, Chris turns around and disappears behind the curtain. The fans aren’t sure what’s happening, but then Q emerges once again from the back, now holding what appears to be the FGA Championship high above his head. Now the boos are getting louder and the fans are completely confused as Chris Q lowers his arms and throws the FGA Championship over his shoulder. The arrogant smile on Q’s face has never been bigger than it is right now as he makes his way to the ring. He spots a fan holding a Sean Sands sign in the front row. Chris stops right in front of the fan, shaking his head in disgust, before holding the FGA title inches from the fan’s face. Q quickly pulls it away and throws it over his shoulder once again. The Big Bad climbs the steps onto the apron. He raises the belt one final time before stepping between the ropes and entering the ring. Q walks over to the far side of the ring and grabs a microphone from the ring announcer. He walks back to the center of the ring as his music begins to fade. Chris smirks again and scratches his beard before bringing the microphone to his mouth.) Chris Q: I did it again…(The crowd goes silent. The audience is stunned by what they are seeing.) Chris Q: I walked into Respect is Earned as the most dominant FGA Heavyweight Champion of all time and I continued my legacy by destroying Sean Sands.(The silence is gone as the crowd begins to boo the Big Bad. Q smirks at the reaction, but continues to speak.) Chris Q: Just like I was saying the entire time, Sean Sands has no business in a ring with me. I did exactly what I said I was going to do and I ended his lucky streak by beating him in the middle of this ring. I am the FGA Heavyweight Champion and I will never give this title up. Every loser that has stepped in my way has paid the consequence. I hope Sean has learned his lesson.(The boos are getting louder and the crowd’s anger is escalating. Chris strokes the “championship” he’s wearing over his shoulder.) Chris Q: Now it’s just a matter of what is next for me. I heard Dom Harter wants to start shit again and try to get another shot at my title. That little piece of shit needed help from three other guys to steal the belt from me the first time. Once we met on a level playing field, I showed Dom exactly how things are and I took back my title. If he wants to stir up that pot again, I’ll be ready anytime. Maybe we can finally have that three against one match so I can put every member of The Murder in the hospital at the same time. Those bitches know where to find me.[Q pauses. At this point, the crowd is almost refusing to listen to him.] Chris Q: If not Dom, then maybe I can crush another fool’s dream. I’m sure they can find another Chris Bond or Sean Sands for me to run through. Whoever it is, I’ll be ready to die fighting for my title. And after all the bullshit, losers, and bloody battles, I’ll still be here with the FGA Heavyweight Championship over my shoulder. The Big Bad will continue to rule Frontier Grappling Arts and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop me.(Chris drops the microphone and “The Earth’s Rotation Around the Sun” begins playing on cue. Chris holds the title above his head once more before exiting the ring and heading to the back.) |
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Post by FGA Office on Nov 10, 2013 0:09:33 GMT -5
Nate Adams vs. Hunter Werth "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. Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Aurora, Illinois! Weighing in at 233 pounds... NATE ADAMS! 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. Clement: Here comes Hunter Werth, who makes his taped debut after defeating Bushdo in a dark match back at "Respect is Earned." Tonight, he faces a fellow rookie in wrestling, Hunter Werth. Grayson: When he fought Bushido, Adams was at a clear disadvantage when it came to experience. But tonight, both Adams and Werth are on the same playing field in terms of experience. But when it comes to size and strength, it's actually Adams that will have the advantage. Clement: That must feel like unfamiliar territory for him. Let's see how he handles it... ("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. When he lands in the middle of the ring, he hops up again using the ring to propel himself up a big doing a 360. He then cracks his neck and goes to his corner waiting for the [referee/his opponent/his partner])Clement: Hunter looks to be in good spirits, despite the loss to Jimmy Page back at "Respect is Earned." Grayson: Oh, you mean when he got his clock cleaned and got dragged around the ring. Clement: That's one way of putting it. Grayson: It's the only way to put it. You need to stop handling this young rook with kid gloves. Stop messaging his ego and tell it like it is. He was outclassed in every sense of the word. All he had to do was watch his mouth and he wouldn't have been in that situation in the first place. Wishing a guy like Page "luck." What was the matter with him. Clement: It was a harmless statement. Grayson: Harmless? Oh, so that's why Page almost kneed his face in... The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring and shake hands. After back up and circling the ring, they lock up. They jockey for position. But Hunter quickly takes advantage by moving Nate across the ring. After pressing Nate up against the ropes, the ref gives both men until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... Hunter makes the clean break. After both men make their way away from the ropes, they lock up again. After jockeying for position, Hunter again moves Nate across the ring. This time, towards the corner. Hunter presses Nate against the corner. But Nate is able to fight back, shift positions and press Hunter up against the corner. The ref goes over and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... Again, both men make the clean break to cheers from the crowd. After exiting the corner area, both men go to lock up. But Nate ducks the collar & elbow tie up and applies a waist lock from behind. Hunter then reaches down, pries Nate's arms from around him and quickly reverses into an arm wrench. Nate then reaches over, grabs Hunter by the arm and applies an arm wrench of his own. The crowd cheers. Nate then transitions into a hammerlock from behind. But Hunter leans forward and reverses into a hammerlock of his own. He then quickly spins Nate out of the hammerlock and goes for a clothesline. But Nate ducks and runs into the ropes. When Nate comes back, Hunter goes for a hip toss. But Nate steps through it and delivers a hip toss of his own. The crowd cheers as Nate shakes his fists with excitement. Hunter gets up, but Nate knocks him down with a dropkick. Hunter gets back up, but Nate knocks him down with another dropkick. The crowd cheers as Nate waves him up. As Hunter gets back up, Nate goes for a third dropkick. But Hunter sidesteps and watches as Nate connects with nothing but air. Clement: And Nate misses wide with the third dropkick. Grayson: Maybe he should stop telegraphing his moves from 50 miles away. Then maybe his opponents won't see it coming? After Nate crashes onto the canvas, Hunter picks him up and shoots him into the ropes. When Nate comes back, Hunter lifts him up and falls back, delivering a flapjack to cheers from the crowd. Clement: That's got to drive the air out of him. Here's Hunter with the cover... ONE! . . TWO! . . Nate kicks out. Hunter picks up Nate and places him into a side headlock. But Nate shoves Hunter off of him and into the ropes. When Hunter comes back, he knocks down Nate with a running shoulderblock. He then runs into the ropes. When Hunter comes back, Nate turns over onto his stomach. Hunter then hops over him and continues to run into the ropes. When Hunter comes back, Nate pushes up to his feet and leap frogs over him. Hunter continues to run into the ropes. When Hunter comes back, Nate knocks him down with a back elbow to cheers from the crowd. Hunter gets up, but Nate throws him down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. Hunter gets back up, but Nate throws him down with a scoop slam. The crowd cheers as Nate drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Hunter kicks out. Clement: A nice series of moves there by Nate, but it only gets two. Grayson: He's got some athleticism, I'll give him that. Maybe when he gets some brains to go along with the athleticism, maybe he'll turn out to be something good. Clement: That's not nice... Nate then sits up Hunter and applies a rear chinlock. The ref asks Hunter if he wants to give up. But Hunter refuses to quit. After turning over onto his knees and getting up to his feet, Hunter delivers a series of elbows to the midsection, breaking the hold. He then shoves Nate into the ropes. When Nate comes back, Hunter bends over to set up a back body drop. But Nate counters with a sunset flip. The crowd cheers... ONE! . . TWO! . . Hunter kicks out. As both men get up, Hunter reaches over, grabs Nate and brings him down with a swinging neckbreaker. He then picks up Nate, grabs him by the side and delivers a russian leg sweep. Hunter picks Nate back up, grabs him from behind and brings him down with an inverted DDT. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Nate gets his shoulder up. Grayson: That's the difference between these two right there. You see what Hunter did? He didn't even wait for Nate to get up before he attacked. He went right at him and now, the momentum is firmly back in his favor. Hunter picks up Nate and whips him into the corner. He then runs across the ring and goes for a running jumping double knee in the corner. But Nate moves out of the way, causing Hunter to crash into the turnbuckles. Clement: And now the match is up for grabs after Hunter missed those flying double knees in the corner. Grayson: Dumb, dumb, dumb. That was totally unnecessary this early in the contest. I guess they don't call him "Huntard" for nothing. As Hunter slowly gets up, Nate runs over and knocks him down with a clothesline. Hunter gets up, but Nate knocks him down with another clothesline. As Hunter gets up, Nate grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Hunter comes back, Nate knocks him down with a cross body block. ONE! . . TWO! . . Hunter gets his shoulder up. Nate picks up Hunter and goes for a vertical suplex. But Hunter slips down from behind. He then spins Nate around, grabs him by the arm and goes for a short-arm clothesline. But Hunter ducks and counters with a school boy... ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! "Blue Orchid" plays to cheers from the crowd. Cruz: Here is your winner, NATE ADAMS! Nate looks up at the ref in disbelief. He asks if he won. The ref nods. Nate asks the ref again if he won. Again, the ref nods his head and smiles. Nate quickly jumps to his feet and hugs the ref. The ref then raises Nate's arm in the air to cheers from the crowd as Hunter heads to the back. Clement: He may still be new to the wrestling scene. But this newcomer is now 2-0. Grayson: How? I still don't understand it. Hunter is new, too. But he's being trained by one of the most successful men in this company's history. And Bushido has nearly six times the years in this business. He's not that bright. His arsenal is a bland as white bread. How does he continue to luck out. Clement: I don't think it's as much luck as it is perseverance and timing. And hey, there's nothing wrong with the basics. Many of the legends of the past have used those same moves to win World Championships. Grayson: Yeah, well, sooner or later his luck will run out. Nate rolls to the outside. He circles the ringside area, slapping hands with the fans along the way. As he makes his way up the aisle, he turns back towards the ring and raises his arms in the air to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Nate gets clotheslined from behind. The young man is sent tumbling to the floor. The crowd in the front row look on in shock... Grayson: ... like right now! Clement: What in the....? That's... that's.... that's Alistair Mangold! Grayson: Yes, thank you for stating the obvious. After the shock wears off, the crowd begins to boo as Mangold puts the boots to Nate. Clement: But what is he doing here? We haven't seen him since he was crippled by The Murder back in January. He was supposed to have suffered a career ending leg injury. After kicking Nate over onto his back, Mangold stands over him, reaches down, grabs Nate by the throat with both hands and hoists him up into the air. He chokes Nate in the air as Nate's legs kick wildly. The crowd begins to let out a "You Suck" chant that grows in volume by the second... Grayson: Well maybe he's doing like a lot of these top athletes have and flew over to Germany for that miracle surgery. Mangold tosses Nate down to the floor. The back of Nate's head bounces off the floor. The crowd boos as Nate cringes while clutching the back of his head in pain. Clement: And what is he doing attacking Nate Adams? Why? Mangold picks up Nate and military presses him over his head. Grayson: I don't know and I don't care. I kind of lock seeing that curly-haired punk flop around like a fish out of water. Mangold drops Nate throat-first across the barricade. Nate bounces off the barricade and falls to the floor. The crowd boos as Nate clutches his throat as he kicks his legs. Mangold stares over Nate, almost daring him to get back to his feet... [ FADE OUT ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Nov 10, 2013 0:17:24 GMT -5
(The Court Time Sports Center plunges into darkness as the opening chords to ‘Superunknown’ by Soundgarden begin to play throughout the arena. A wave of boos immediately starts up as a single solitary spotlight illuminates the curtain, from behind which Dom Harter steps out. Dressed in his ring attire, the black boots and jean shorts, as well as the new ‘Death Comes In 3s’ shirt.) (He stops, a dour expression on his face as he surveys the crowd; the boos continue relentlessly as Harter, still illuminated only by the solitary spotlight marches hastily towards the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope and stands in the center of the ring, looking towards the backstage area as the lights turn back on. The music dies down as Harter begins to talk.) Dom Harter: Two weeks ago in Toronto, I told you all, I told Chris Q that I was coming for his belt. I was coming for the FGA Championship for one very simple reason… (Beat.) Dom Harter: Because I deserve it. (The fans here in Elizabeth boo and jeer, Harter glances from side to side at the mob of people who seemingly disagree with him.) Dom Harter: But, I got told no. They won’t sanction that match. If I want a title match, I have to earn it. (The vein in Dom’s forehead looks set to burst as he gnashes his teeth together, running a hand through the dyed blonde streak in his faux hawk.) Dom Harter: I’m a little confused as to what I’ve been doing since I lost that belt in June. I thought i had been proving my worth, but apparently not. Now, I don’t know if you know this about me, but I’m not one to take things laying down! So one of two things are going to happen. Option A: you continue to deny me what is rightfully mine - a shot at the FGA Championship - and in return I continue… (The fans’ cheering at the thought of Harter being denied a title shot is enough to cause the Tenacious Little Bastard to stop and glare out at the audience.) Dom Harter: ...I continue to be so utterly fucking relentless… (They’re still being raucous, disrupting Dom’s train of thought and it appears as if he’s had enough.) Dom Harter: SHUT THE FUCK UP! Shut your goddamn mouths, sit down and listen! There is nobody else on this roster more deserving of a title shot than me! FACT! You fans want to see someone like Bond or Magna, step up and challenge again. You want Q to have another crack? You’re fucking morons, every last one of you! You see, for as long as you people think that; for as long as I’m continually denied that title shot... I’ll destroy and demolish every opponent they put in the ring with me - starting tonight with Jimmy Page - I’ll ravage the whole fucking lot of them, leave them bloodied and beaten in this very ring until there isn’t a roster member left unscathed. Until there isn’t a wrestler I haven’t pummelled and beaten into a paste. Until I have picked the flesh off each of their rotting corpses and then the only person left to challenge for that belt is me… (Harter’s chest is heaving as he chuckles into the microphone, glaring up the aisle towards the backstage area.) Dom Harter: Or Option B: the pretender comes out here right now and gives me the match I deserve...right now, right here in Elizabeth… (Harter leans against the top rope nearest the aisle as he waits expectantly. A smile briefly flickers across his face as he hears some music start up, but his happiness is extremely short lived…) "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 fans in attendance cheer excitedly as the former FGA Pride Champion, Chris Bond steps out from behind the curtain; a veritable frenzy surrounding him as he stands at the top of the aisle with a microphone.) Chris Bond: Well hello there Elizabeth, Pennsylvania! How in the hell are you all doing tonight? (Bond's arrogant smile causes another sour frown to encompass the mouth of the young Dom Harter. His eyes narrow and the microphone in his hand returns to his mouth.) Dom Harter: What the hell are you doing here? (A sinister smirk returns to his face, leaving Bond with the desire to roll his eyes.) Chris Bond: Oh Dominic, it seems some things will never, ever change. I heard you out here yammering away about how you deserve to be the number one contender, but I find myself at a complete loss as to exactly how you earned that position. (Bond lowers the microphone momentarily as the crowd eats it up. Harter attempts to interject but the former Pride Champion continues on. Much to the chagrin of the one-time FGA Heavyweight Champion.) Chris Bond: Let us take a stroll down memory lane. Now, before your reign as Heavyweight Champion, you earned your shot by throwing numerous challengers over the top rope in a Gold Rush Rumble. You then went on to do what only one other person has been able to do and you defeated Chris Q. You overthrew that sonofabitch and you ended his tyrannical reign. (A small cheer erupts from the crowd,but Dom remains dour faced, glaring daggers at the former Pride Champion standing in the aisle.) Chris Bond: But then... then Chris Q returned and he beat the piss out of not only you, but your flock mates... and myself included. Now since your reign, you have come to blows with one half of the newly crowned Tag-Team Champions. Quite literally, actually. How many iPads did you crack over his skull? (Dom cracks a wry smirk, the crowd booing, even more-so as Harter holds up two fingers to remind everyone of exactly how many times.) Chris Bond: Right, right. And you even tore him a new one in one of the most gruesome cage matches I've ever seen. And you were happy for a minute. But then you remembered how you were arrested. And you were suspended. And you remembered about how most all of your relationships last about as long as your reign as Heavyweight Champion. And then you remembered how the Murder's only accomplishment in the last couple of months has been being the only member of the current FGA roster to successfully compete against and defeat a FRONTIER opponent back at the FGA/FRONTIER show. Yet you seem to think and believe in your heart of hearts that you are the rightful number one contender?? (Dom nods his head. Bond's face contorts and the crowd erupts into a chorus of boos.) Dom Harter: You’re goddamn right I do! For what I’m going to do to Page tonight, for what I did to the new favorite son back in Dearborn. For stepping into that ring with Malcolm by my side and defeating The Usual Suspects, The UK Dragons, Weather, Bad Attitude. For defeating the likes of you and Q...yeah, I think I deserve a goddamn title shot! (Bond shakes his head, a slight smirk on his face.) Chris Bond: I... I can't take any of that away from you. You did manage to accomplish all of that. But I'm going to be honest here, having you as a Champion, nay, THE Champion, would be a poor choice for business and overall, ethically speaking, a poor choice for all of humanity. You were arrested for assaulting a woman. This organization suspended you for those actions. You then went on an entire mission to demolish and destroy any remnants of the people responsible for holding you accountable for your actions. You, Dominic Harter, don't deserve to even fucking look at the FGA Heavyweight Championship. Let alone hold it and covet it and defend it as Champion! (The anger is evident on Harter’s face as he glares up at Bond, his teeth gritted together, his jaw clenched, brow furrowed.) Dom Harter: What?! Chris Bond: I-- Dom Harter: No, I don’t care for your explanation, Bond. Next you’re going to tell me that you’re more deserving of a title shot than I am… Chris Bond: That is exactly what I'm going to do. I officially challenge Sean Sands for an opportunity at his FGA Championship. As the only two-time Pride Champion, I can't imagine anyone more befitting such a golden opportunity! (Bond lowers the microphone with contention at making his case. The crowd is on their feet, shouting the former Pride Champion's name. Harter looks like he could erupt at any moment.) Dom Harter: Let me get this right… (Harter exhales deeply, almost shaking in rage as he begins to pace the ring, running his hand through hair once more.) Dom Harter: You have the audacity - the fucking gall - to stand there and deride me for not being a tag champion anymore. A belt lost in a match in which I didn’t participate. You’re going to stand there and tell me I haven’t done anything worthwhile since I lost the FGA Championship back in June. A title, for which I never received a rematch. A title, which EVEN YOU have already had two shots at! AND FAILED TO WIN! (Harter laughs maniacally.) Dom Harter: And you’re going to stand there and tell me you’re more deserving of a shot at the FGA Championship because you’re the only TWO TIME Pride Champion - a feat that requires you to lose twice, in two-out-of-three fall contests. Did your baby momma take your brain along with your kid when she left you, you fucking pissant? Is there anything up there, Bond, because you’re talking and all you’re doing is pissing me off … and that isn’t a good idea. (Bond clinches his fists in rage, the sound of which echoes across the arena because of the microphone in one of his hands. His face reddens slightly.) Chris Bond: I warned you Harter to keep my personal life out of this. You dense-skulled little fuckbasket. Your audacity to throw my own personal shortcomings into my face is almost earth-shatteringly hypocritical. But I'm not going to do that to you here tonight. If your arrest and suspension aren't enough reasoning for the FGA Authority to deny your request, how about the fact that you and your little flock of misfits has tried to destroy the roster of this glorious organization. You have attacked and maimed numerous competitors and received zero punishment. You don't deserve a title shot. You deserve walking papers you ungrateful little bastard! (Harter smirks.) Dom Harter: You think that was bad? You ain’t seen nothing yet. Tonight I will cripple Jimmy Page, in two weeks time at the Anniversary Show in Newark, I’ll maim the unfortunate bastard who’s forced into the ring with me. When we hit Monroe I’ll break every bone in someone’s body...and that blood, that carnage, that will be on your hands now, Bond. It’ll be on the pretender’s hands, it’ll be on the hands of the higher ups. Because one way or another, I’m getting what I want. And if you don’t think I deserve it, if you don’t think I’ve earned it. If you people don’t want to give it to me...then I WILL TAKE IT! With a pile of bodies in my wake, I will take what is mine! Try and stop me and you will be on that pile too, or you can do the clever thing for once in your God forsaken life and step aside now. I won’t warn you again. (Bond just shakes his head in disappointment.) Chris Bond: If you think your idle threats or your acts of violence will deter me from representing this organization with the pride, respect, and moral authority that you just can't comprehend, then think again. I will not be stopped by your words, Harter. If you come at me, you'd better bring everything you've got. I plan on holding that title, and to hell with you if you get in my way. I will destroy you Harter. I don't like you; and honestly this promotion, let alone the entire world would be a better place without you. Try me Boy. I won't. Back. Down. (Bond sneers at Harter. “You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell begins to play again as Harter and Bond continue to glare at one another from a distance. The fans here in Elizabeth are firmly in Bond’s corner as the former Pride champion walks backwards towards the backstage area, never once taking his eyes off The Tenacious Little Bastard. As Bond passes through the curtain, Harter throws his microphone out into the audience, a cry of pain heard moments later, before he storms out of the ring and marches up the aisle. And he does not look happy.) [ FADE OUT ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Nov 10, 2013 0:27:21 GMT -5
Abdullah Fathi vs. Bushido "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 stops to hand brochures to little children and to adults. Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, now residing out of Anniston, Alabama by way of Munford, Tennessee! Weighing in at 160 pounds... ABDULLAH FATHI! 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. Clement: Vincent Williams, a.k.a. Abdullah Fathi, fought to a draw during a dark match against another Vincent – Vincent Williams. Grayson: Indeed he did. Both men were hungry for that W. Even though that match was not taped, they wanted to impress not only the higher ups but the fans in the crowd. Now, both of these men have a chance to get their first Ws tonight here in FGA. Will they get them? We'll find out... 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. 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. Cruz: And his opponent, now residing out of Los Angeles, California by way of Tokyo, Japan! Weighing in at 200 pounds! He is “The World Warrior”.... BUSHIDO! 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 his opponent. Clement: Someone who did not get a win back at “Respect is Earned” was Bushido, who unlike Fathi actually lost his debut match against Nate Adams. Grayson: I still don't understand how Bushido lost that match. It shouldn't have even been close. But even a blind squirrel finds a nut every now and then. And Nate was able to stumble into a win. But after what happened just moment ago, I think Nate will be stumbling for an entirely different reason... The bell sounds as both men circle the ring. They feint punches and kicks, trying to throw each other off. Just then, Bushido shoots in for a takedown. But Fathi sprawls, stuffing the takedown attempt. He then tosses Bushido to the side, sending the grappler tumbling to the canvas. Clement: Bushido tries to take this one to the mat early. But instead, it was him that got sent to the canvas. Grayson: Yeah, and I'm not sure of the reasoning behind that strategy. Fathi is more of a ground-based grappler. Whereas Bushido excels both in the air and on his feet. After picking himself back up, Bushido keeps his hands up as he inches closer to Fathi. After faking a punch, Bushido reaches over and delivers a stiff kick to the leg. Fathi flinches in pain. Bushido continues to bounce on his feet. He then reaches in and delivers another stiff kick to the leg. The crowd cheers. After the two circle the ring, Bushido goes for a third shoot kick. But Fathi reaches down in time, catches the foot and counters with a dragonscrew leg whip. The crowd cheers as Bushido goes down in pain. Fathi quickly goes over to apply a standing kneebar. But Bushido uses his free leg to repeatedly kick at Fathi. After several kicks, Bushido takes Fathi in the face, knocking him off and breaking the hold. Clement: It's a good thing that Bushido was able to quickly get back to his feet. Fathi would have bent that leg in directions it wasn't meant to. As Bushido gets up to his feet, Fathi runs over and knocks him down with a high knee lift. The crowd cheers. As Bushido slowly gets up, Fathi measures him up before running over and connecting with another running knee lift. Bushido turns over and tries to shake out the cobwebs. Meanwhile, Fathi stays on him. As Bushido tries to get up, Fathi runs over for a third high knee lift. But Bushido moves out of the way and counters with a leg sweep, knocking Fathi off his feet. He makes the cover. ONE! . . Fathi kicks out. Clement: Fathi may have gotten a little greedy with those knee strikes. Grayson: He definitely went to the well one too many times... Bushido picks up Fathi, wrings his arm and follows with a hook kick, sending Fathi stumbling into the corner. Bushido storms over and lights up Fathi’s chest with a series of knife-edge chops. But Fathi quickly grabs Bushido, tosses him into the corner and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops of his own. He then follows up with a throat thrust, sending Bushido stumbling from out of the corner. But Fathi follows him into the adjacent corner. He spins Bushido around and unleashes a series of rights and lefts to the midsection. He then brings Bushido from out of the corner. He cups his hands behind Bushido’s neck while he delivers alternating knee strikes. He then quickly transitions into a standing front facelock. Clement: This could be it right here. Once Bushido gets that hold locked in tight, it could be lights out very soon for the World Warrior. The ref asks Bushido if he wants to give up. But Bushido refuses to quit. So Fathi tightens the hold. The ref asks Bushido if he wants to give up. But again, Bushido refuses to quit. After a series of right hands to the midsection, Bushido counters with a release northern lights suplex to cheers from the crowd. Clement: What a counter there by Bushido. Grayson: He's not ready for this match to end just yet. As both men slowly get up, Bushido nails Fathi with a shoot kick to the chest. Fathi responds with a right across. Bushido connects with another shoot kick to the chest. Fathi responds with a left hook. Bushido then counters with a spinning back kick to the midsection, doubling Fathi over. Bushido quickly grabs Fathi and goes for a vertical suplex. Fathi slips down from behind and counters with a sleeper hold. The crowd cheers. But Bushido counters with a sitdown jawbreaker, sending Fathi stumbling into the corner. Clement: Both of these men are so evenly matches thus far. Grayson: Yeah, and that was the same problem in Fathi's last match. The last thing he wants is another draw. Bushido sizes up Fathi before going for a corner forearm smash. But Fathi counters with an elbow to the face, sending Bushido stumbling back. Fathi then charges from out of the corner, hoists up Bushido and throws him down with the Sukui Nage to cheers from the crowd. Fathi then gets into a side mount positions and begins delivers a series of hard knees to the ribs. He then picks up Bushido and continues his assault, lunging knee after knee into the midsection. He then takes Bushido and whips him into the ropes. When Bushido comes back, Fathi delivers the Bātil to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! "Rise for Islam" plays to cheers from the crowd. Cruz: Here is your winner, ABDULLAH FATHI! The ref raises Fathi's arm in victory to cheers from the crowd. Clement: Abdullah Fathi picks up the win, gaining his first W here in FGA. It must feel good. Grayson: I'm sure it does. There's nothing wrong necessarily with a draw. But it feels great to get that win. Now, all of the pressure to get that first win is off. Now, it's time for business. Clement: And what business that he's here to conduct remains to be seen. But there were no draws or ties tonight. Tonight, there was only one winner. And his name is Abdullah Fathi. |
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Post by FGA Office on Nov 10, 2013 0:34:24 GMT -5
After the match, the camera turns it attention to a large projector that lowers from the ceiling. The lights him as the projector lights up with words.
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The audience grow all the more confused when suddenly, the words disappear as quickly as they came.
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Post by FGA Office on Nov 10, 2013 0:39:44 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Nov 10, 2013 0:42:08 GMT -5
We fade back in to find all three members of Bloodbath & Beyond - Johnny Blayze, Chaths, and Justice Young standing in the middle of the ring. "Wrath of God" by PostHaste Music begins to play as the crowd continues to boo. Clement: Bloodbath & Beyond came out here moments ago unannounced and began preaching about their victory at Respect Is Earned. Grayson: Can you blame them? If I was then, I'd be gloa-- wait, what? (Bloodbath & Beyond's theme music is cut off and "Clutch" by Berrie Gleeden begins to play.) Grayson: What does he want? To get beta up again? I'm sure that Blayze and Chaths wion't mind. Clement: Looks like Jason Richards has an exception to make to the comments by Bloodbath & Beyond. (Richards comes down to the ring and climbs inside. Bloodbath & Beyond step back giving "The Strong Wolf" his space. He pulls out a microphone and begins to speak.) Richards: You know, it seems like I have done this week in and week out for so long now. I come out here...we banter back and forth...and then it usually comes to blows. I told everyone here when this first started that no one, and I mean no one, shall not hunt what cannot be killed. The truth is it doesn't matter how many times I get knocked down or beat in the middle of this ring, I will continue to fight. You can stand here and berate me all you like but the truth is down deep somewhere you KNOW you can never destroy me. I may have lost sight of things but trust me when I tell you this my mind and my focus have never been more clear. (Blayze gives a sarcastic looking golf clap.) Blayze: I must say, young Jason Richards, it is indeed quite a shock to see you out here. Particularly after the sacrifice we made of you and your partner, Sylar Drake, a few weeks ago. It's as if you didn't quite get enough the first time around....or the fifth for that matter. Or maybe you just sensed that The Beast needed to be fed once more and are willing to offer yourself up as his appetizer before he dines on The Shoot Kings later tonight? Crowd: BOOOO!!! Blayze: Regardless of the reason, I appreciate you being here. Your diehard spirit; it intrigues me. But what you carry in heart leaves a lack in vision. And in focus. (Johnny Blayze paces for a moment.) Blayze: Fortunately, you can still be saved. If you were to give yourself to my cause, to the ways of Beyondism, then I could be your eyes and your ears. I could guide you away from this mortal coil into a realm of greatness. (He places a hand on Chaths shoulder.) Blayze: Just like I guided young Chaths. A man who has achieved plenty since joining with me. And very soon, his achievements and mine were increase tenfold as Mid-Atlantic Tag Champions. (He then walks over to Justice Young and places a hand on HIS shoulder.) Blayze: Or maybe you prefer to look at the greatness I've done for Justice Young here. A man who just like you lacked vision and focus but now can see through all the bullshit that stares him in the face on a daily basis. (And now he extends a hand towards Jason Richards.) Blayze: So what's it going to be, young Jason Richards? Do you wish to exist among the sheep following them to in a life of everlasting lies? Or will you join The Church of The Beyond and rise up to the next level where you can exist among the truth? (Richards looks down at Blayze's hand, then back up at his face.) Clement: What in the world is going on here? Grayson: It looks like Richards just got offered the deal of a lifetime. Clement: Joining Bloodbath & Beyond isn't the deal of a lifetime. It's trading in your soul. Grayson: Look here. Alexia Brandt deserted him at FRONTIER vs FGA 2. His freaking teacher, Adam Stryker, would rather team with Michael Tomkins than him in the Dynamic Duos Tournament. And Sylar Drake left just as face as he came here, leaving Richards high and dry. But with Blayze and the rest? They will never leave him. Clement: Are you out of your mind? ?: Don't do it, Jason! (Out from the bag jogs Hunter Werth to cheers from the crowd.) Grayson: Aw, I see the cute little Huntard is off his leash again. Clement: Stop it. (After running up the steps and entering through the ropes, Werth tries to catch his breath. Blayze and Justice wonder who this kid is while Chaths looks ready to explode with rage.) Hunter: Jason... You can't do this... You can't join these guys... they're bad news, man... Look at what they've done... Look at the carnage they've caused... especially to you... and these are the people that are asking you to join? ... they don't want your for your skills... they don't want you because they like you... they want you for your mind... they know that you're one of the few here in FGA that will stand up to them... do not join them, Jason... it's not worth it. (Richards looks at Werth, then back at Blayze, then back to Werth, then back to Blayze, then at the crowd. The crowd is shouting, "NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!") Clement: What's he going to do, Evan? Grayson: Hopefully do the right thing and joi-- oh come on! The crowd cheers as Richards goes over and shakes Werth's hand to cheers from the crowd. Richards then exits the ring, soon followed by Werth. The two turn back and watch as Blayze yells at both of them. Just then, Richards grabs Werth and rolls him back into the ring, where he is met with stomps from Chaths to boos from the crowd. Clement: What is he doing? Grayson: I guess he came to his senses after all! Richards in and joins Chaths in stomping the hell out of Hunter Werth. Blayze signals out instructions as Justice stands back, enjoying the carnage. Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! As Richards mounts himself on top of Werth and lunges down with elbows to the face, FGA Officials race to the ring and break things up. Once they've got Bloodbath & Beyond a safe distance, the officials check on Werth. As Werth curls up in pain, Bloodbath & Beyond surveys their damage. They then raise each others arms to boos from the crowd. [ FADE OUT ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Nov 10, 2013 0:52:33 GMT -5
Malcolm Drake vs. Troy Vincent 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. Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida! Weighing in at 274 pounds! He is the Alpha Male, TROY VINCENT! 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. Clement: Troy Vincent fought to a draw back at “Respect is Earned.” But tonight, he's going for the win against Malcolm Drake. Clement: That's all well and good. But he isn't just fighting anyone here tonight. He's fighting Malcolm Drake. The Head Crow. The Godkiller. I don't care how much Troy Vincent looks to be superior on paper. Troy has all the physical attributes. But he's lacking between the ears. And that's where Malcolm excels... The lights go out in the arena as Alice In Chain's “Man In The Box” starts playing over the speaker system. The strobe lights begin flickering on the entrance curtain in pace with the drum and base line until they reach a crescendo at the chorus and Malcolm Drake bursts through the curtain. Drake stops beyond the curtain, casting wary sideways glances at the fans along ringside. Cruz: And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts! Weighing in at 173 pounds! He is the Head Crow of The Murder, MALCOLM DRAKE! He recoils from those fans that attempt to touch him, screaming at them and smacking himself in the head along the way to the ring. Drake slides until the bottom rope on his stomach and crawls to the nearest turnbuckle corner, where he slumps his arms over the middle rope, staring out at the crowd. He turns back towards the ring, slouching in the corner; scratching his head and chest hair. Clement: Malcolm is still seething over The Murder's title loss to The Usual Suspects back at “Respect is Earned.” Grayson: If I lost to a midget and that idiot Tryon, I'd be ticked off, too. Clement: I just find it humorous how quickly things change. At one point, The Murder were in the power position here in FGA. Now they have nothing to hold over us. And hopefully, it stays that way. The bell sounds as Drake immediately marches up to Troy and gets in his face. Clement: I don't know how smart this is. Grayson: Trust me, Malcolm knows what he's doing. He's going up to the biggest man in the yard and letting him know that he's not afraid of him. Drake bumps chests with Troy as he looks up at the Alpha Male. After hearing enough of Drake's trash, Troy shoves him back to cheers from the crowd. But Drake comes right back and gets in Troy's face. Drake gets nasty with the insults as he cocks his side to each side. But again, Troy has heard enough. This time, he piefaces Drake, sending him stumbling back to cheers from the crowd. But Drake comes right back... and slaps the taste out of Troy's mouth to boos from the crowd. Clement: Uh oh... Troy holds his cheek as Drake continues to tear him down verbally. But Drake is temporarily shut up as Troy turns and blasts him with a right hand, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd. Drake gets back up, but Troy clocks him with another right hand. As Drake struggles to get up, Troy grabs Drake and flings him into the corner. Clement: And Troy, much like everyone else here in FGA, is sick and tired of Malcolm's mouth! As Troy marches towards him, Drake throws out a kick to the knee cap, stopping Troy dead in his tracks. He then grabs Troy, places him in a side headlock and rakes his eyes along the top rope. Grayson: And just like that, Drake has stopped Troy's momentum. I told you, he was nothing but an overgrown oaf. As Troy stumbles into the adjacent corner, Drake follows him along the way. He then reaches out and rakes Troy down his back to boos from the crowd. He then turns Troy around and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops. The chops echo throughout the arena. But they appear to be less and less effective overtime. Clement: Uh oh... Grayson: This can't be good... Drake looks Troy up and down as Troy flares his nostrils in anger. The crowd cheers. As Drake steps back, he smirks before running into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Troy tries to take his head off with a clothesline. But Drake ducks and runs into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Troy tosses him down with back body drop. The crowd cheers. Drake gets up, but Troy throws him down with a scoop slam. The crowd cheers. As Drake gets up, Troy kicks him in the midsection, hoists him up and throws him down with a pump handle slam. Drake arches his back in pain to cheers from the crowd. Troy then makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Drake kicks out. Clement: Malcolm may have been trying to get inside Troy's head. But the only thing he's done is piss the big man off... Troy picks up Drake and wrings his arm. Drake cringes in pain. After slowly delivering another arm wringer, Troy is met with a kick to the midsection. Drake then breaks free, grabs Troy's right hand and gnaws on his finger to boos from the crowd. Clement: What in the world? Troy quickly rips his hand away from Drake and kicks him in midsection. After trying to shake off the pain in his hand, Troy grabs Drake and whips him into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Troy goes for another clothesline. But Drake ducks. When Troy turns around, he's met with an eye rake to boos from the crowd. After a knee strike to the midsection, Drake brings Troy to the mat with a snapmare. He then reaches down, grabs Troy's right hand and bites his fingers again to boos from the crowd. The ref gives him until the count of five to stop. Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... Drake lets go... only to take Troy's thumb and yank it back. The crowd boos. He then grabs Troy's index finger and yanks it back. The crowd boos as Drake takes the middle, then the ring, and then the pinky finger and yanks them back. The crowd boos as Troy clutches his hand in pain. While Troy is down, Drake stands over Troy and mockingly flexes his bicep to even more boos. Grayson: That's right, Malcolm, flex those pythons! Clement: What a blatant show of disrespect being displayed by Malcolm Drake... Drake then leans down and continues to taunt Troy to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Troy takes his left hand, balls it up and socks Drake right in the jaw. The crowd cheers as Drake stumbles across the ring. After Troy gets up to his feet, Drake runs over at him. But Troy knocks him down with a standing shoulderblock. As Drake slowly gets up, Troy grabs him with his good hand and shoves him into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Troy scoops him up across his shoulders and then falls back for a Samoan Drop. The crowd cheers as he turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Drake kicks out. Troy picks up Drake and goes for an irish whip. But Drake reverses, sending Troy into the corner. Drake then charges forward and connects with a corner yakuza kick. The crowd boos. As Troy slumps down in the corner, Drake runs into the adjacent set of ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a running facewash to boos from the crowd. Drake then drags Troy from out of the corner before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Troy gets his shoulder up. Drake sits him up and begins to gouge his eyes from behind. The crowd boos. The ref gives Drake until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... Drake reluctantly lets go. He picks up Troy and goes for a vertical suplex. But Troy blocks and counters with a vertical suplex of his own. The crowd cheers. Clement: Timely counter there by Troy. Grayson: I'm surprised he even knows where he is. Drake almost kicked his head off twice. As both men slowly get up, Troy begins to nail Drake with left hooks to the face. While Drake is dazed, Troy runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Drake goes for another yakuza kick. But this time, Troy catches his foot. He then spins Drake around. But Drake uses the momentum to blast Troy with a roaring elbow. The crowd boos. He then picks up Troy, grabs him from behind, spins him around and goes for the Mors Omnibus. But Troy ducks. When Troy turns around, he gets dropped with an Ace Crusher to boos from the crowd. Drake picks him back up, grabs him from behind, spins him around and knocks him down with the Mors Omnibus. The crowd boos as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! “Man in the Box” blares throughout the arena to boos from the crowd. Cruz: Here is your winner, MALCOLM DRAKE! The ref tries to raise Drake's arm. But Drake quickly pulls it away from the ref. He goes back over, stands over Troy, leans forward and tells him “do not cross The Murder” before delivering a stomp to the head. Clement: Malcolm Drake rebounds back and picks up the win. But that kick to the head was totally uncalled for. Grayson: That's what happens when you cross The Murder. He was just sending Troy a message. A message that I guarantee you he'll never forget. |
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Post by FGA Office on Nov 10, 2013 1:00:15 GMT -5
(The show cuts backstage to where Dom Harter, Bob Pooler and the newest member of the FGA roster and new 'crowette' Reagan Clarke are stood, huddled in a corridor.)
Dom Harter: Your first real test is going to be next week...
(He says to Clarke, who nods in response.)
Dom Harter: Help me with this and you'll be one step closer to becoming a fully fledged crowette.
Bob Pooler: Are you sure about this, Dom?
(Pooler interjects. Dom chuckles quietly to himself, running a hand through his hair.)
Dom Harter: Some things need to be done. You understand, right?
Bob Pooler: I can understand that.
Dom Harter: Great.
(Dom slaps Pooler on the shoulder and walks away with Reagan close behind. Pooler stands there for a moment of quiet reflection before nodding and following his fellow crow.)
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Post by FGA Office on Nov 10, 2013 1:02:14 GMT -5
The Usual Suspects vs. SMWB Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, coming in at a combined weight of 373 pounds. They are the team of Max Powers and Landon Knight, the SUPER MARIO WRESTLING BROS! Clement: The Mario Bros feel like their backs are against the wall. They've come close to victory on numerous occasions. But they've always just missed the mark. The match has always sipped out of their hands. Grayson: Or maybe they're just not as good as everyone else in this division? But hey, if something is going to change for them, then there's no better time than tonight. Cruz: And their opponent, coming in at a combined weight of 482 pounds. They are the reigning Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Champions! They are the team of Chris Tryon and Jason Marx, THE USUAL SUSPECTS! Clement: And here are the new champs! Though conspicuous by her absence is Tiffany Lawrence Michaels. Grayson: Well after the Mario Bros whined, complained and called foul, The Usual Suspects let it be known that they don't need her at ringside to cause distractions. They're more than capable of winning this match all by themselves. Clement: I don't doubt it. But with all the teams that are gunning for those belts, it's always great to have an extra set of eyes at ringside. Grayson: Okay, but what is she going to do? Keep them at bay? Ha! The bell sounds as Max and Tryon start things with a lock up. After jockeying for position, Max places Tryon in a side headlock. After a forearm strike to the ribs, Tryon shoves Max off of him and into the ropes. When Max comes back, Tryon leap frogs over him. Max continues to run into the ropes. When Max comes back, Tryon goes for a hip toss. But Max blocks it. So Tryon goes for another hip toss. But again, Tryon blocks it. He then punches Max in the midsection, doubling him over. After draping his leg across the back of Max's neck, Tryon performs a back flip. But once he lands of his feet, Max throws him down with an arm drag to cheers from the crowd. Tryon gets up, but Max throws him down with another arm drag. As Tryon gets up, Max grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Tryon comes back, Max bends over to set up a back body drop. But Tryon stops, grabs Max, runs and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers. Clement: Well that's certainly one way to counter a back body drop... Grayson: And I don't think he's done yet... As Max slowly gets up on the outside, Tryon runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Tryon runs forward, leaps over the top rope and connects with flying senton to the outside. Crowd: TRYON! TRYON! TRYON! TRYON! Clement: Chris Tryon with a huge dive to the outside! And he's got this crowd going wild! Grayson: He can have the crowd doing back flips for all I care. Can he get the pin? Tryon picks up Max and rolls him back into the ring. He then rolls himself back in, gets up and tags in Jason Marx. As soon as Marx gets in, Max scurries over and tags in Landon Knight. Clement: Smart move by Max there to get the fresh man in. Grayson: Yeah. He just got hit with that high risk move by Tryon. The last thing he needed was Marx suplexing him all over the place. Landon slingshots himself into the ring and scurries around Marx. He then inches close before going for a lock up. But Marx ducks the lock up, applies a waist lock from behind, hoists Landon up and throws him down with a waist lock takedown. As both men slowly get back up, Marx hoists him up and throws him back down with another waist lock takedown. The crowd cheers. After both men slowly get back to their feet, Landon repeatedly elbows Marx in the face, breaking the hold. He then runs into the ropes. When Landon comes back, Marx throws him down with an overhead belly to belly suplex. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Landon kicks out. Clement: Landon tried to break free, but there's no escaping Marx's clutches... Marx picks up Landon and whips him into the ropes. When Landon comes back, Marx goes for a tilt-a-whirl slam. But Landon counters with a headscissors takeover to cheers from the crowd. Marx gets back up, but Landon knocks him down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. As Marx gets up, Landon kicks him in the midsection. He then hooks his arms to set up the Butterfly Bom-omb. But Marx counters with a back body drop. As Marx turns and bends over to pick up Landon, Landon rolls back and kicks him in the head, sending him stumbling into the ropes. After getting up to his feet, Landon runs over at Marx. Marx dumps him over the top rope with a fireman's carry. But Landon lands on his feet and connects with a gamengiri to the back of the head, sending Marx stumbling towards the center of the ring. Tryon then runs over across the apron to attack. But Landon connects with an elbow strike, knocking him off the apron and to the floor. Back in the ring, Marx turns around. Landon springboards onto the top rope. Marx prepares to catch Landon. But Landon changes his mind, knocking Tryon down with a moonsault instead to cheers from the crowd. Clement: And now Tryon gets a taste of his own medicine as he gets hit with a high risk maneuver on the outside. Grayson: But here comes Marx to spoil the fun... Back in the ring, Marx heads over towards the ropes. But Max gets in, spins the veteran around and nails him with a series of right hands. He then takes Marx and goes for an irish whip. But Marx reverses, sending Max into the ropes. When Max comes back, he tries to slide through Marx's legs. But Marx catches him by the throat with both hands. He then yanks Max back up to his feet. But Max breaks free and connects with a series of alternating shoot kicks to the legs. He then connects with a spinning back kick to the midsection, doubling Marx over. Max sets him up for the It's-A-Me-DT. But Marx counters with a double leg pick up, runs across the ring and rams Max back-first into the corner. On the outside, Landon and Tryon trade chops. But Landon is able to duck a wild chop, counter with a kick to the midsection and rolls Tryon back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, he takes Tryon and goes for an irish whip. But Tryon reverses, sending Landon into the corner. The Suspects then look back at each other before whipping the SMWBs toward the center of the ring. Clement: Oh no! Look out... Just as the SMWBs are about to collide, they reach out, hook each others left arm, swing around, charge back over towards the corner and connect with a flying discus punch to cheers from the crowd. They then look back, nod and whip the Usual Suspects into each other to cheers from the crowd. Grayson: Talk about a meeting of the minds... As the Suspects stumble back, Landon grabs Tryon and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. The two then take Marx and whip him into the ropes. When Marx comes back, the SMWB deliver a double hip toss, followed by a double cartwheel, followed by a double dropkick to the face. The crowd cheers. As Max runs into the ropes, Landon flips over Marx and applies a camel clutch. When Max comes back, he connects with a front dropkick to the face. The crowd cheers. Clement: A front dropkick right to the kisser. Grayson: Marx should look on the bright side. That kick to the face won't make him any uglier... Tryon can be seen slowly pulling himself up using the ropes. So Landon goes over to attack. But Tryon connects with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. He then hits a sunset flip to cheers from the crowd. ONE! . . TWO! . . Landon kicks out. As both men get up, Tryon connects with a roundhouse kick that knocks him down. He then picks up Landon, throws him down with a scoop slam and steps through the ropes. Clement: What could Tryon be going for here? After climbing the turnbuckles, Tryon reaches the top. The crowd cheers as he raises his arms in the air. He then leaps off, going for a corkscrew 450 splash. But Landon moves out of the way, causing Tryon to crash on the canvas. The crowd cheers. Clement: No one's home! Grayson: That's what he gets for standing up there for too long. With both men down the ref starts his count. Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... Landon slowly turns over. Meanwhile, Tryon continues to clutch his ribs in pain... Ref: …...... FIVE …....... SIX........ Both men slowly get up on one knee... Ref: ….................... SEVEN.................... EIGHT...... Landon gets up first, he he's in the Suspects corner. Marx quickly grabs him and holds him in place for his partner. Tryon then gets up, runs over, dives and connects with a double ax handle to the back. He tags in Marx. Once Marx gets in, the Suspects take Landon and whip him into the ropes. When Landon comes back, the Suspects bend over to to set up a back body drop. But Landon hurdles over both of them to cheers from the crowd. He continues to run into the ropes. When the Suspects turn around, they knock him down with a running double shoulder block. Tryon walks off as Marx makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Max break up the pin. Clement: There are so man quality teams here in FGA. The Murder. The Shoot Kings. Bloodbath & Beyond. The SMWB. How will the Suspects be able to fend them off? Grayson: I don't know. But that's their problem, not mine. So I'm just going to sit back and watch them get picked apart... As Max heads out, Marx picks up Landon and delivers a knee strike to the midsection. He then knocks Landon down with a clubbing shot across the back of the neck. After picking Landon up, Marx whips him into the corner. He charges into the corner, but Landon greets him with an elbow to the face. The crowd cheers. As Marx stumbles back, Landon tries to run across the ring to tag in Max. But Marx runs over and cuts him off, sending him over the top rope and to the floor with a clothesline. Clement: What ring awareness there by Jason Marx. Grayson: The old man isn't as senile is I thought. Good for him... Marx quickly rolls to the outside, picks up Landon and rolls him back in. After rolling himself back in, he picks up Landon and whips him into the Suspects corner. After sizing up Landon, Marx runs over and connects with a clothesline. He then tags Tryon back in. Once Tryon gets in, he unleashes a series of shoot kicks to the midsection before connecting with a jumping back kick to the face. He then brings Landon from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Landon comes back, Tryon bends over to set up a back body drop. But Landon counters with a Butter Bom-omb to cheers from the crowd. With both men down, the ref starts his count... Clement: Landon just delivered that double underhook sitout powerbomb! Grayson: Yeah, but he's got nothing left in the tank! He can't make the cover! Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR.... Both men begin to crawl towards their respective corners... Ref: …........… FIVE.......... SIX................ Tryon reaches over and tags in Marx to cheers from the crowd. Clement: Here comes Marx! Landon then gets up, dives over and tags Max back in to cheers from the crowd. Clement: And now Max Powers is in! Max springboards to the top rope and knocks down an oncoming Marx with a missile dropkick. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Tryon drags Max off. Grayson: Good save... Tryon picks up Max and hammers away with forearm strikes to the face. He then takes Max and whips him into the ropes. But Max hooks his arms around the ropes. So Tryon charges at him. But Max grabs the top rope and drops down, sending Tryon tumbling over the top rope and to the floor. Clement: And there goes Chris Tryon with the hard tumble to the floor. Grayson: Well, that sounded like it hurt. Back in the ring, Landon places Marx in an elevated bearhug. Max then runs into the ropes, comes back, jumps up and knocks Marx down with a leaping leg lariat. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Marx kicks out. Clement: Only two... The SMWBs pick up Marx and whip him into the ropes. When Marx comes back, they go for a double back body drop. But Marx stops, grabs both men by their heads and slams them int each other with a double noggin knocker. The crowd cheers. Grayson: Hello! As Landon goes down, Max stumbles into the ropes. Marx goes over, grabs Max and whips him into the ropes. When Max comes back, Marx throws him down with a powerslam to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Justice Young can be seen making his way down ringside. This catches the attention of both the referee and Marx. Clement: Now what on Earth is he doing out here? Grayson: Sizing up the competition for his men, of course. He wants to see the champs in action, up close and personal. Clement: “Up close and personal” my foot! Justice then gets up on the apron and begins taunting Marx. Marx quickly runs over to grab him, but Justice hops off just in the nick of time. Clement: That snake. I wish Marx grabbed him and slapped some sense into him. When Marx turns around, Landon lifts him up and delivers an inverted atomic drop. The SMWBs then stand to the sides of Marx before connecting with stereo superkicks. The crowd cheers. Grayson: That'll ring your bell! Landon then picks up Marx, runs forward and delivers a rolling fireman's carry. Max then flips off from the top, connecting with a 450 splash. Landon then springboards to the top and connects with the phoenix splash, completing the Super Smash Melee. The crowd cheers as Max makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! “Rockit” plays to cheers from the crowd. Cruz: Here are your winners, the SUPER MARIO WRESTLING BROS! The ref raises Max and Landon's arms in the air to cheers from the crowd. Clement: The Super Mario Bros pick up the victory. And over the new tag team champs, no less! But they got quite the assist from Justice Young. Grayson: At this point, it didn’t matter is Justice caused a distraction or walloped one of the Suspects over the head. Those Mario Bros will take whatever victory they can at this point. |
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Post by FGA Office on Nov 10, 2013 1:10:26 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Nov 10, 2013 1:11:48 GMT -5
Cut backstage where The Ususal Suspects - Marx and Tryon sit in the hallway after their contest against Super Mario Wrestling Brothers. Both men have towels around their necks and are breathing heavilly. They are of course joined by their valet and manager, Tiffany Lawrence Michaels.
Tryon: Is it always going to be this tough?
Marx: Yes, we have to face the best that each and every team has to offer. It only gets more difficult with each passing match.
The two men rise from their seats to leave the arena.
Off-screen voice: Leaving so soon?
In to the scene steps "The Voice of The Church of The Beyond" Justice Young. He's wearing an all black suit with a red tie, sunglasses perched atop of his head.
Justice: I was sitting here in the back, watching you two in the ring and basking in the cheers of the bloodthirsty masses.
The same masses who once booed you as they do me and my associates.
The same masses who watched week in and week out as you three made my life a very unfortunate one.
He gets very close to Tiffany.
Justice: They watched as you tried to steal my career from under me with your wild accusations.
Tiffany looks terrified. This isn't the same good natured journalist that she had tried to bully months earlier.
Tiffany: L-l-look... About that, I'm s-s-sorry. I was just trying to---
Justice: Forgiveness left the room a long time ago, my little Tiffany.
Tryon immediately grabs the arm of Justice and twirls him around.
Tryon: I don't care what twisted nonsense spews from your mouth now. You're still the same scrawny little shi---
In a blur, Bloodbath & Beyond - Johnny Blayze, Chaths, and Jason Richards rush into the scene and leap right at Marx and Tryon. Both Tiffany and Justice Young jump out of the way of the ruckus. Chaths and Richards drive Marx headfirst into the wall of the corridor as Blayze shoulder tackles Tryon onto the concrete. He punches him repeatedly followed by a grab of his hair, pulling him to his feet. Tryon is stunned as Blayze grabs one of the title belts and smashes it across his skull. He looks down at his victim who's now wearing a mask of crimson and tosses down the belt. Meanwhile, Chaths shoves a limp-bodied Marx into the waiting grasp of Jason Richards, who holds him steady as Chaths smashes the other title belt across Marx's face. Johnny Blayze smiles and backs away as he goes to Justice Young who is standing over a fallen Tiffany, cowering in fear.
Blayze: Is that what you want, Justice? Is this how you imagined it?
Justice: All I ever wanted, my lord, is retribution. For them to experience the same things they did to me.
(pause)
Only a lot worse.
Blayze: Old testament style, eh? An eye for an eye?
Justice: Yes.
He looks at Chaths and Jason Richards who are standing over the crumpled bodies of Marx and Tryon.
Blayze: See it done.
Chaths goes to town on Tryon and Richards puts the boots to the skull of Marx all the while Blayze and Justice get in the face of Tiffany.
Blayze: Little Tiffany, we know you're frightened…better men than yours have been chewed up and spit out by this industry. You don't need that heartbreak. We're here to offer you OUR best wishes…and to offer you our hand to make your way out of the arena of battle.
Johnny Blayze extends a hand to help Tiffany to her feet. She stares at the outstretched hand and shakes her head no. Blayze smirks and brings his hand back to his side. He turns and with the same hand, he taps Chaths and Richards The work has been done. Both men called off like rabid dogs chewing on a hunk of meat.
Blayze: It was wise not to trust us…but it does you no good in the long run. The Beast DEMANDS its payment.
And the group walks away, leaving Tiffany to check on her charges. The camera zooms in and we see blood stains on the faceplates of the Mid-Atlantic tag titles as they lay on the ground next to Marx and Tryon.
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Post by FGA Office on Nov 10, 2013 1:17:59 GMT -5
Dom Harter vs. Jimmy Page 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. 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 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. 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: Jimmy Page is fresh off of his impressive performance over Hunter Werth. And now, he finds himself up against a much different opponent. Grayson: First off, no disrespect to Jimmy Page. But there's nothing impressive about slapping someone like Hunter Werth around. That's number one. But you're right. He's facing a much tougher opponent. He's facing a man that feels he has a rightful claim to the FGA Heavyweight Championship. He's facing a man that's determined to get back what he feels is rightfully his. You and I both saw that look in Dom Harter's eyes earlier tonight. That's a scary look, kev. Clement: It was. But if there's one personal that will not be intimidated by Dom Harter, it's Jimmy Page. The opening chords of “Superunknown” begin to play throughout the arena as Dom Harter steps out from behind the black curtain. He stands there, stroking his beard with a devilish grin on his face, not once taking his eyes off his opponent as he begins his slow, deliberate walk down the aisle. Cruz: And his opponent, from Cambridge, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 235 pounds! He is “The Tenacious Little Bastard”... DOM HARTER! Harter ignores most of the fans in attendance, their boos not affecting him as he climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, Dom makes his way to the corner as he rests his arms on the top rope and his forehead against the turnbuckle pad as he waits for the match to begin. Clement: And here comes that Tenacious Little Bastard, Dom Harter. Dom didn't exactly have the kindest words for Page. Grayson: When has he ever spoken kindly about anyone, besides Malcolm Drake? Clement: Fair point. But to go so far as to threaten another man and injure him and end his career... and this is a man that you barely even know? It certainly speaks to the mindset of Dom Harter. Grayson: Well if you feel some type of way about it, why don't you tell Dom yourself? Clement: No, I think I'm quite alright where I am. Grayson: That's what I thought. Clement: And what is this? Grayson: I don't know. But I like it! Clement: Who... who is this woman? And what's she doing with a Murder t-shirt on? Grayson: You haven't heard? Chicks dig the bad boys. Clement: Great, just what we need. Another crow. Grayson: Is that confirmed? Hey, you're the journalist. Why don't you go down there and get the scoop... The bell sounds as Harter runs over and goes for lariat. But Page ducks. When Harter turns around, Page rattles off a series of right hands. He then takes Harter and goes for an irish whip. But Harter reverses, sending Page into the ropes. When page comes back, Harter knocks him down with a knee to the midsection. While Page is down on all fours, Harter delivers a stomp to the back of the head. Page slowly gets back up on all fours. But again, Harter runs over and delivers a stomp to the back of the head. He continues to slowly circle Page, just waiting to pounce of him. As Page gets up on all fours, Harter delivers a punt kick to the ribs, knocking Page over onto his back. Harter then mounts himself on top of Page and hammers away with right hands to the face. But Page is able to reach up and gouge Harter's eyes, forcing Harter off of him. Clement: I see this one won't be a mat classic by any means. Grayson: Hmm, I wonder what could have given it away? Was it the high praise these two were giving each other before the match? While Harter covers his eyes in pain, Page slowly turns over and gets back up to his feet. When Harter turns around, Page runs into the corner, delivers a double leg pick up and rams Harter back-first into the corner. He unleashes a series if shoulder thrusts to the midsection. Page then stands Harter up and delivers a hard knife-edge chop. Harter responds with a chop of his own. Page delivers another chop. But Harter comes back with one of his own. Page then delivers another knee strike to the midsection, followed by a headbutt that sends Harter stumbling into the ropes. As Page approaches, Harter reaches back and kicks Page in the midsection, doubling him over. Harter then quickly takes Page and tosses him through the ropes and onto the apron. As Page gets up and tries to step back through the ropes, Harter darts over and connects with a high knee lift, sending Page stumbling through the ropes and down to the floor. Clement: And down goes Page to the floor. I would say that the outside is the last place you want to be in a match against Dom Harter. But from what we've seen thus far in his FGA tenure, Page can more than hold his own. Grayson: Of course. The man is a brawler at heart. So taking the fight to the outside is welcome... Harter drops and rolls to the outside. He crouches down as he waits for Page to get up. Once Page gets up and turns, Harter darts over and connects with a flying double knee strike, sending Page flying into the barricade. Page bounces off the barricade and falls to the canvas. Harter goes over, picks up Page and whips him hard into the barricade. Page crumbles to the floor before arching his back in pain. Harter goes over, picks up Page by his hair, hoists him up and then rams him back-first into the corner. He then nonchalantly drops page down to the floor. While Page is writhing in pain, Harter searches the ringside area for something. He stops and then makes a beeline towards the cable wire. After grabbing two handfuls of it, he goes over to try and choke out Page. But Page turns around just in the nick of time and nails him with a knee strike to the midsection. Page takes Harter and slams his head on the apron, sending Harter stumbling around ringside. As Page approaches from behind, Harter turns and throws a wild backfist. But Page ducks and rams Harter back-first into the barricade. He then pounces on Harter, hammering away with right hands that send the Tenacious Little Bastard slumping down against the barricade. Page then delivers a series of knee strikes to the face. But Page isn't done yet. He then lunges forward, delivering thrusting knees to the face. He then reaches down and chokes Harter with his foot while he pulls down on the barricade. Harter can be seen cringing in pain while he kicks his legs. Page then lets go. As Harter gasps for air, Page picks him up and rolls him back into the ring. As Page climbs up onto the apron, the unknown woman clasps on to page's leg for dear life. Page tries to shake her off, but it's to no avail. While Page is distracted, Harter lunges through the ropes, connecting with a shoulder thrust. Once the woman lets go, Harter grabs Page, runs towards the corner and slams his head against the top of the ring post. Page bounces off the ring post and falls to the floor. Clement: Page may be seeing stars right now after having his head slammed against the ring post. But he was in control of this contest until that woman got involved... Grayson: Page should know by now that when you're fighting Dom, Malcolm Drake or Bob Pooler, they're never alone. Clement: And that makes it okay? While Harter gains the ref's attention, the woman goes over and puts the boots to Page. She then mounts herself on top of Page and gouges at his eyes. After getting off of Page, she delivers one last stomp to the midsection before waking away from him. Once the ref turns around, he sees Page lying on the floor in pain. Clement: For all his talk, I'd like to see Dom Harter do something by himself for once. Grayson: So I guess you didn't see Only the Strong Survive when he won the Gold Rush Rumble. Clement: Oh, that was when he was the last person in the match and eliminated only one person. Grayson: He did what he had to do, just like he's doing now. Harter rolls back to the outside, picks up Page and rolls him back in. The crowd boos. Harter hears this and scans the crowd. The disgust on his face is clearly evident. After climbing back onto the apron, Harter slowly steps through the ropes. So Page takes advantage as he darts over and kicks up the middle rope, hitting Harter squarely between the legs. Harter cringes in pain as he tumbles to the canvas. He then drags Harter away from the ropes and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter kicks out. Page picks up Harter, runs into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He then turns Harter around and whips him into the opposite corner. Page runs across the ring and connects with a forearm strike. He then takes Harter and whips him back into the previous corner. Page runs over and connects with an elbow strike. He then takes Harter and whips him back into the opposite corner. Page runs over and connects with another forearm strike. He then takes Harter and whips him back into the previous corner. Page runs across the ring and connects with an elbow strike. He then takes Harter and whips him into the opposite corner. Page runs across the ring and nearly kicks his head off with a yakuza kick. Harter slumps down in the corner. After delivering a series of stomps to the head, Page delivers a series of running knee facewashes. He then drags Harter from out of the corner and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter gets his shoulder up. Clement: page unleashes an absolutely onslaught on forearms and elbows, but it only gets two. Grayson: I wonder how much Dom has left? That had to take a lot out of him. As Page picks up Harter, Harter nails him with a series of right hands to the midsection. But an elbow to the back of the head knocks Harter down. As Page goes to pick him back up, Harter delivers a series of rights and lefts to the midsection. But the comeback stops once Page knocks him down with a high knee lift. Page goes over, grabs Harter by his fuax hawk and tries to bring him up to his feet. Harter begins to nail Page with a series of shoulder thrusts. But Page counters by delivering The Paralyzing. Clement: Neckbreaker across the knee. That's got to be it... ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter gets his shoulder up. Page picks up Harter and whips him into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Page bends him over to set up a back body drop. But Harter stops, grabs two handfuls of Page's hair, raises his head up and then throws him down face-first to the canvas. As Page gets up of all fours, Harter runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a punt kick to the head. Grayson: Dom just sent Page's head flying into the fifth row. Now that has to be it... ONE! . . TWO! . . Page gets his shoulder up. Harter then immediately mounts himself on top of Page, grabs two handfuls of hair again and repeatedly rams the back of Page's head against the canvas. Harter then yanks Page up to his feet by his hair. After a knee strike to the midsection, Harter goes for a vertical suplex. But Page blocks it. Harter goes for another vertical suplex but again, Page blocks it. Page then goes for his own vertical suplex. But Harter slips down from behind and blasts him with a kidney shot. Page crumbles down to the canvas. Harter takes time to enjoy seeing Page writhing in pain. He then reaches down with his foot and stomps away at Page. He then reaches down, picks Page back up and whips him into the corner. Harter charges into the corner. But Page greets him with an elbow to the face. As Harter stumbles back, Page runs from out of the corner and goes for a clothesline. But Harter ducks. When Page turns around, Harter delivers a sitout spinebuster. ONE! . . TWO! . . Page gets his shoulder up. Clement: Page juuuuuuust gets his shoulder up in time. Grayson: These two are really going at it... Harter picks up Page and whips him into the corner. Harter then runs across the ring and connects with a running double knee. Page crumbles from out of the corner. Harter turns him over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Page gets his shoulder up. Grayson: Again? Clement: There's a reason why Page has yet to taste defeat here in FGA. And you're seeing it right now... Harter picks up Page. He grabs him by the wrist and goes for a short-arm clothesline. But Page ducks and shoves Harter into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Page kicks him in the midsection. He then hoists up Harter, runs and delivers a turnbuckle powerbomb. Page then drags Harter away from the corner as he crouches down, setting up for the Trauma Symphony. As Harter slowly gets up, Page motions to run at him. But again, the unknown woman reaches in and grabs his leg. Clement: And there she is again! This time, Page is able to break free. He turns around and goes to kick at the woman. But the woman moves out of harm's way. Before Page can even turn around, Hunter connects with another running double knee strike. This time, to the back. After Page falls to the canvas, Harter picks him up for Goodnight To The World. But Page slips down from behind and shoves Harter into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Page throws out Concussion. But Harter ducks. When Page turns around, Harter rakes him across the eyes. He then kicks him in the midsection and plants him with a pulling piledriver. He then picks up page and delivers another pulling piledriver. He then picks up Page, surveys the crowd and then delivers a third pulling piledriver. Harter turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Page gets his shoulder up. And the crowd surprisingly cheers for him. Grayson: How does he get up from three straight piledrivers!? As Harter picks up Page, Page shoves Harter away from him. When Harter comes back, Page connects with a double chop to the throat, doubling Harter over. The then hooks both of Harter's arms before delivering a double underhook suplex. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter gets his shoulder up. Page picks up Harter and goes for an irish whip. But Harter reverses, sending Page into the ropes. When Page comes back, Harter goes for a yakuza kick. But Page catches his foot, turns Harter away from behind, delivers an atomic drop and follows up with a half nelson suplex. Clement: Dom is down. He looks to be in a bad way. And Page may be about to deliver the Trauma Symphony... Page crouches down once more, waiting for Dom to get up. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the unknown woman making her move. So Page baseball slides to the outside, turns and knocks her down with a running clothesline. He then picks up the woman, runs and irish whips her into the guard barricade. Once Page turns around, Harter knocks him down with a running yakuza kick. He then picks up Page, slams his head against the ring post and rolls him back into the ring. After dragging Page away from the corner, Dom picks him up and delivers Goodnight To The World. The crowd boos as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! “Superunknown” blares throughout the building to boos from the crowd. Cruz: Here is your winner, DOM HARTER! Harter gets his arm raised by the ref, but Harter quickly pulls his arm away. After looking down at Page, Dom heads to the outside as the unknown woman gets back up to her feet. Clement: Dom Harter picks up a hard fought victory over Jimmy Page. But it was not without the help of whomever this woman is. Grayson: he could have had a dozen people at ringside helping him. All that matters is that Dom won and he broke another streak. End of discussion... [ FADE OUT ] |
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