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Post by FGA Office on Sept 20, 2014 20:03:44 GMT -5
Dark Match
Malcolm Drake vs. Johnny Raike The bell sounds as Drake extends his hand for a handshake. Raike looks around at the crowd in disbelief. Once he realizes that Drake is serious, Raike goes to shake his hand. But he quickly cheap shots Drake with a boot to the midsection. He follows up with a rake to the eyes, sending Drake stumbling into the ropes. But Raike doesn’t let up. He comes up from behind and delivers a back rake, causing Drake to arch his back in pain. Raike then turns Drake around and whips him into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Raike knocks him down with a back elbow to the mouth. He quickly drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . Drake kicks out. Raike picks up Drake, moves him into the corner and unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. While Drake is doubled over in pain, Raike delivers a series of forearm strikes to the side of the head. He then takes Drake and goes for an irish whip. But Drake reverses, sending Raike into the opposite corner. Drake then charges across the ring. But he runs right into an elbow to the face. As Drake stumbles back, Raike comes from out of the corner and brings him down with a jumping leg lariat. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Drake kicks out. Raike picks up Drake and sends him into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Raike bends over to set up a back body drop. But Drake stops, grabs Raike, runs and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. As Raike gets up on the outside, Drake takes off towards the ropes. When Raike turns around, Drake leaps through the ropes, knocking him down with a suicide dive. Drake then picks him up, rolls him back into the ring, rolls himself back in and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Raike kicks out. Drake picks up Raike, moves him into the corner and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then takes Raike and whips him into the opposite corner. Drake then charges across the ring and connects with a yakuza kick. After Raike crumbles from out of the corner, Drake makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Raike gets his shoulder up. Drake picks up Raike and places him in a three quarter facelock. The ref asks Raike if he wants to give up. But Raike refuses to quit. After a series of elbows to the midsection, Raike lifts up Drake and delivers a belly to back suplex. He turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Drake kicks out. Raike picks up Drake and goes for an irish whip. But Drake reverses, sending Raike into the ropes. When Raike comes back, Drake bends over to set up a back body drop. But Raike stops, hooks both of Drake’s arms and counters with a double underhook backbreaker. Drake arches his back in pain. But Raike pushes him down against the canvas as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Drake gets his shoulder up. Raike sits up Drake and delivers a series of shoot kicks to the back. Each thud from the kicks can be heard throughout the arena. He then reaches down, picks up Drake and whips him into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Raike delivers an inverted atomic drop, followed by a Side Effect. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Drake gets his shoulder up. Raike sits up Drake and applies a rear chinlock. The ref asks Drake if he wants to give up. But Drake refuses to quit. So Raike jerks back, sending a jolt of pain up and down Drake’s spine. Drake begins to groan with pain as Raike pulls back. The ref again asks Drake if he wants to give up. But Drake just wags his finger at him. He slowly begins to turn over onto his knees. After getting up to his feet, Drake elbows Raike five times in the midsection. With the hold now broken, Drake runs into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Raike throws out a lariat. But Drake ducks and runs into the ropes. When Drake comes back, he knocks him down with a running forearm. Raike gets back up, but Drake knocks him back down with another running forearm. As Raike gets back up, Drake delivers a series of alternating open slaps to the face, followed by a kick to the midsection. After delivering an arm wringer, Drake yanks Raike over to him and follows up with an Ace Crusher. As Raike bounces off the canvas and rolls over onto his back, Drake steps through the ropes. He then slaps the top turnbuckle before climbing the turnbuckles. Once Drake reaches the top, he leaps off and connects with Mors Vincit. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! Winner: Malcolm Drake |
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 20, 2014 20:05:58 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 20, 2014 20:08:52 GMT -5
CHICAGO RIDGE DVD TAPING
Frontier Fieldhouse
Chicago Ridge, IL As the pre-show run down is done, “Born of a Broken Man” by Rage Against The Machines play. The fans almost on cue, boo the entrance. Slowly out comes a well groomed man, people look confused. Some people have to have a double take. Soon it became clear: It was Jimmy Page….in a suit. Dressed in black, white, and a dark red tie he comes down. His beard is trimmed in a neat manner, and his hair tied back in a very nice ponytail. He has a giant box of chocolates in the left, purple tulips--the real ones, in the right. Then the camera slowly zooms down towards his waist, where the FGA World Championship sits. Page makes his way down to the ramp, a look of happiness beaming from him. Clement: Wow. Grayson: What the Hell--WHO the Hell is that…?! Clement: It’s PAGE! Grayson: Nooo, that can’t be him, he isn’t dirty and not frowning enough. Clement: Well on social media he did say he had a surprise for Cordy, but this is kind of… Grayson: It’s gettin’ weird out here Clement! Page walks up the steel stairs and carefully gets into the ring. He looks around, a smile on his face at the crowd of booing faces that cursed his name. His opened his arms up wide, still a bright smile as he asks nicely for a microphone. Jimmy Page: ...Ladies and gentlemen. He pauses for a moment, “PAGE SUCKS!” rings through the Frontier Fieldhouse. Page continues on, not giving the people the chance to ruin his moment. Jimmy Page: I know you people might not believe me when I say that I am in love. It seems strange, “Why of all times would you confess to of all people...Cordelia Stevenson?” See, I’m no fool, no, see this dates back when I began to make a name for myself. Chicago, Illinois...is where REVIVAL Wrestling lived and died. And it was REVIVAL Wrestling where I laid my eyes upon her. I remember she uhm, when I first arrived, she offered her help to me, while I was looking for a certain Ben Hanson… There was a pop, Page scoffs and continues where he was interrupted. Jimmy Page: Cordelia came to me...me first...and offered me help. S-she’s a kind soul, a very caring person and she talked to me. Me, a loser, me an outcast, someone people laugh at. She was an angel--MY...angel. And I’ve never forgotten that kindness, and ever since that day I fell in love. I’ve followed her, I’ve watched her, I saw her match against Cyn for the Frontier Lions Cup, and I admire her...ferocity, it’s that thing that gets my blood pumping. Cordelia Stevenson stole my heart, and she continues to steal it and--Cordy I know you’re here tonight. I hope I look nice for you--I even b-b-brought you your favorite flowers again look… He holds them up for the camera to see. Jimmy Page: Purple tulips your favorite, I didn’t forget, I could never forget the things that make you happy Cordy. And I know, I might not be deserving, and I might not have the things that you want in a man, but...if you give me a chance...just once, I can make ALL your dreams come true. So please, if you would please come down to the ring, I would forever be happy. Grayson: Aw man I feel for this guy, he just wants love, why’s she gotta play hard to get? Clement: Well, when you think about Jimmy Page, love and happy aren’t words that DEFINE our current world champion… Grayson: Oh c’mon, give’em some slack, he just wears his heart on his sleeve… Clement: And other body parts...of other people. For a moment, Jimmy is left there in the ring, contemplating whether or not Cordelia will actually come out. Then all of a sudden, “Fine China” by Chris Brown begins to blare throughout the arena, causing the crowd to go into a frenzy. Cordelia emerges from the back, a microphone in hand and a look of sheer disbelief etched onto her face. She stops atop the ramp simply staring at Jimmy, before opting to move forward towards the ring. She circles around cautiously, making her way towards the steps; and making sure that the champ doesn’t make any sudden movements. Finally she walks up and enters the ring, shaking her head. She signals for the music to be cut and it quickly fades out. Cordelia Stevenson: No, No. NO! She utters in disbelief as she looks at Jimmy Page. Cordelia Stevenson: What in the world is this? I see you’re still set on playing this game, huh Jimmy? Jimmy looks at her, confusion etched on his face. Jimmy Page: W-what game are you talking about? Look at me, I wouldn’t go through all of this trouble just to screw with you. Why would I--look...Cordy, I know my history isn’t perfect, okay? But I-I’m trying, I am. Look, see I even… Jimmy opens up the giant velvet box exposing a variety of chocolates. Jimmy Page: I didn’t know what kind of chocolate you liked. I had them handmade, when they asked I just told them to go with whatever was more romantic. I’m trying Cordy, I’m really serious so please. Cordy studies Jimmy for a moment, and then she glances out at the crowd who urges her not to fall for this ploy. Finally, she reaches out and much to his delight accepts the box of chocolates from Jimmy. She paces around the ring, balancing the box in her hand and studying it. Cordelia Stevenson: This… I… What do you want me to say right now, Jimmy? Seriously, what are you trying to get out of this? You bring up Revival, you say I was your angel… the truth of the matter is, I don’t even remember you from Revival! But I see you, Jimmy. You’re here… She looks him up and down. Cordelia Stevenson: You’re all dressed up. You even got a nice little shape up, but just what are you trying to prove here? You say you’re trying… trying to do what? Because the only thing you’re successfully doing... All of a sudden, Cordelia tosses the box of chocolates to the floor. Cordelia Stevenson: is pissing me off. Jimmy watches the expensive box of chocolate crash to the canvas. He looks stuck, almost as if he lost the ability to speak. Jimmy glances up at Cordy, forming a meek smile. Jimmy Page: How come it’s so hard to believe that I have feelings for you? How come it’s so hard...for people to think I’m more than just some scary MONSTER…?! How come I don’t deserve you?! I-I-I go through my WAY...to do all of these things for you, to make you see that I’m not a monster, that I do have LOVE for you and-- Jimmy begins to pace the ring, rubbing his forehead aggressively. People in the crowd begin to stir, some mockingly, and full of spite begin to chant “LET HIM LOVE!!” Page holds the large bouquet of flowers out to Cordy, looking her in the eyes. Jimmy Page: Cordelia Stevenson, I love you, please will you be mine? Please Cordy I’m-- He gets down on one knee, holding the flowers up to her, professing his love to her in the middle of the ring, Jimmy Page: Cordy, just give me a chance, just a chance that’s all I want, please don’t do this to me…! Cordy glances down at Jimmy and her eyes actually soften a bit. Cordelia Stevenson: Jimmy… She lowers the mic and for a brief second she actually appears speechless. Cordelia Stevenson: This… She lets out a frustrated sigh and runs her hand through her hair. Cordelia Stevenson: You need to understand something, Jimmy. I didn’t come to this company looking for love. This isn’t some low rated VH1 reality show. I came to this company because it has some of the greatest talent that the world has ever seen, and I wanted to show the world that I am indeed one of the best. And on October 18th, at Capital Combat. I have every intent of doing just that when I become the FGA World Champion. You say you have love for me, Jimmy? No, that you love me? She chuckles. Cordelia Stevenson: I highly doubt that. I do give it to you, though. You’re a sweet talker, just like so many others I’ve encountered in my past. But I’ll tell you this. Why don’t you save that thought, ok? Let’s see if you still have love for me once October 18th rolls around, because once Capital Combat is done and over with, I’m pretty sure you’ll hate me. I’m pretty sure the mere sight of me will make you sick. Especially when I’m standing with my arm raised, and that title in my hand. The crowd gives a loud pop for Cordelia’s declaration. Jimmy Page: Why? What am I doing wrong?! What-- Page, with his last ditch effort to win her over, crawls over and hugs her legs.
Jimmy Page: Please, please, please, please… He clings on tight, kind of like his life depends on it. Jimmy Page: Cordy, I love you, I love you so much Cordy please don’t, PLEASE CORDY NO!!! NO!!! DON’T GO PLEASE!!! She tries to get away, Page keeps shouting her name as he desperately tries to convince her that his feelings are true. Cordelia’s eyes narrow in rage and irritation as she forcefully kicks the begging world champion from her leg. Cordelia Stevenson: Is this how little you really think of me, Jimmy? Huh? Bringing me out here and reenacting a bad Jerry Springer segment? Do you really not see me as formidable competition? Is that why you’re trying to make a mockery of me? Of our match? By playing these games? Ever since I came into this industry, people have tried to disregard me. They’ve tried to say that I was just another pretty face in the crowd. They’ve always said that I was something to desire, but never one to fear. She shook her head in disgust. Cordelia Stevenson: Well wooing me is the absolute last thing you should be doing right now, Jimmy, because I guarantee that this “pretty face” is one that is going to haunt your nightmares for many nights to come. All you see is an object of desire, but you don’t see competition. You really don’t take me seriously... She scoffs and lets out an irritated chuckle. Cordelia Stevenson: You see me more as a potential lay than a threat. She steps towards him, leering down at him. Cordelia Stevenson: Disrespecting me like that is going to be the biggest mistake you ever made. I’m not here to love you Jimmy Page, I’m here to beat you, and I’m here to become the next... FGA World Champion. Page’s head hangs low, the feelings he felt right now were heavy. Page drops the flowers on the ground and becomes silent. He unties his red tie and unbuttons the two buttons near his neck. Page weakly holds the microphone in his hands. Jimmy Page: …I’ll leave. Page stands up, walking past her, dragging the FGA World Championship behind him like dead weight. Jimmy keeps his eyes down, the blow to his heart severe. The jeers, the mocking, the chants, the laughing, all of it make Page’s face cringe in agony as if he were on the verge of breaking down. His eyes begin to pour streams of warm tears as he heads up the ramp, leaving Cordelia alone...like she always wanted. |
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 20, 2014 20:13:56 GMT -5
(Earlier in the day we find Jared James walking alongside Dexter Wolfe outside the Frontier Fieldhouse. The pair are dressed in their streets — for Jared, that means a pair of jeans and a vintage Milwaukee Bucks T-shirt, for Dexter that means a retro Simon Sensation T from CFW — and are chatting before they coincidentally bump into Jared's tag team partner for the night: Dan Herrera.)
Jared James: Fancy seeing you here, Dan.
(Despite the casual tone, a sense of tension is still evident between the two. Dexter and Jared eye the big man up and down, while Dan pulls a pair of headphones out of his ear. He rolls them up around his phone and places them into his pocket and looks at Jared confused because he didn't hear Jared's initial greeting. A few seconds pass before Jared lets out a hearty laugh, shaking his head back and forth.)
Dan Herrera: Sorry Jared, I didn't hear what you said. Really, I'm not trying to be stand-offish.
Jared James: Naw Dan, this is silly. We are grown men, who just happened to be opponents a couple weeks back. That doesn't mean we can't get along, that we can't be friends.
(Jared places his hand on Dan's shoulder, who looks at the hand then back at Jared.)
Jared James: What do you say Dan? We are two misunderstood fellas who both want to beat the living snot out of 'The Black Hand' tonight, how about we do that as a united front?
(Dan puts his own hand on Jared's opposite shoulder completing a circle between the two men.)
Dan Herrera: Listen Jared, you and I both expressed the same sentiment this week in our recorded promos. We want the same thing. We feel the same way about FGA right now. And we both realize that together we can be much stronger than if we try to do this on our own. I'm with you man. That's a promise. Let's go out there tonight and make sure that the Black Hand understands that they've got everyone's attention now and no one is going to be caught off guard from this point forward.
(Dan takes his hand from Jared's shoulder and Jared does the same. Dan takes a step back nodding at Jared and extends his hand.)
Jared James: Let's do it.
(Jared extends his hand out and the two shake hands. Jared pats Dan on the shoulder again before he then walks off towards his lockeroom to get ready for the match. This leaves Dexter and Dan standing in front of the camera. Dan then turns to start walking away. Dexter takes the opportunity to ask Dan a question.)
Dexter Wolfe: Hey Dan, I'm curious what your thoughts are on Hadley reaching out to wish the Black Hand luck today? Especially after her stating last week that she wanted Chandler Scott to beat the living crap out of you.
(Dan stops in his tracks turning around and looking at Dexter. It appears that he's become the enraged monster that the FGA fans have seen him snap into in the past few months when things aren't going his way.)
Dan Herrera: She's her own person. I hurt her and she's trying to hurt me. I understand...
Dexter Wolfe: Is it working?
(Dan takes a deep breath before it appears as if he's goign to respond. He then just turns around and walks away from Dexter and heads towards the lockeroom area. Dexter sends it back into the arena and down to the commentators.)
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 20, 2014 20:17:13 GMT -5
"He who makes a beast out of himself gets rid of the paaain of bein' a maaan."
As the loud inhalation scream of Avenged Sevenfold's "Bat Country" opening hits, gold fog covers the stage. A silhouette pops through this fog, revealing himself to be Danny Diamond, dressed casually, as his match isn't for a little bit yet. The arrogant superstar makes his way down the entrance ramp, heading straight for the ring.
Kevin Clement: Well, this is interesting. Danny is scheduled to compete tonight, but not yet. I guess something's on his mind. We haven't actually had the chance to hear from him in an FGA ring, yet.
Evan Grayson: We've heard from him in some video packages sent to the office, but you're right. He's never came out here and spoke directly to us. I'm sure he can't be too happy, coming off his second loss in a row since debuting here.
Danny jogs up the steel steps and enters through the black ropes, into the ring. He asks for a microphone from the ringside area, where FGA ring announcer Manny Cruz hands him one. The XWA World Heavyweight Champion looks around at the booing crowd, before nodding.
Danny Diamond: I know, I know. You don't like me. I get it. Why would you like me, anyway? To you guys, I'm some nobody. A loser. I'm zero and two here in FGA, after all. I'm known for being arrogant. I'm known for being self centered; conceited. I'm also known for being one hell of a wrestler. I'm just not known for that here, where I've had a God awful start. It's okay, though. Colton Sterling thought that if he beat me, I'd quit. I'd go running back to my 'home'. He was wrong. He beat me, but I'm still here. And, you know what? I'm sick of losing. I'm sick of being a loser. It's not something I do. It's not something I am. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I'm a God amongst men. Tonight, my losing streak ends. I don't even know the poor fuck who got booked against me tonight, but I'll assure you of this; I'm better than him. Just like I'm better than Colton Sterling and I'm better than Ash. Just because they got fluke wins over me doesn't mean they're better than me. Nobody is better than me, damnit! I--
Danny stops himself, mid-sentence. He's clearly trying to control his anger right now. After taking a moment to breathe deeply, he continues speaking.
Danny Diamond: I deserve to be treated with a little bit of respect. I want a Championship. I'm more than willing to earn my keep. Give me a chance. Tonight, I'm going to make an example out of...What the hell was his bloody name? Landon Cross? Right, Landon Cross. Tonight, I make an example out of you, chap. I want the management to take notes when they see what I do tonight. I want them to notice each and every little thing I do in this very ring. Because, when it's all said and done, I won't be a loser anymore. I'll be on my way to Championship gold.
Suddenly, a chant begins amongst the crowd. "You're A Loser" the audience chants in unison, before clapping together. The chant doesn't take long to get under Diamond's skin, as his calm demeanor soon turns to one of anger.
Danny Diamond: I'm a loser, am I? I'm a loser?! I'm the XWA World Heavyweight Champion, damnit! I'm a God amongst men! I'm the best wrestler to ever lace up a pair of boots! How dare you all call me a loser?! I'm better than each and every--
Without warning, the lights go off. A moment of silence passes before they turn back on. Once the lights are back on, the audience lets out a very loud, yet very mixed reaction to what they see. Inside the ring, Danny Diamond stands as he was before, with one major difference. He's not Danny Diamond anymore. Donning the mask of his split personality, Mirage, he looks out at the audience silently.
Kevin Clement: What's going o--Wait a minute, look! Evan, that's...That's Mirage's mask! Danny was known to have Multiple Personality Disorder. Mirage was his split personality and he wore that mask. Is this what I think it is?
Evan Grayson: Damned if I know.
"The Illusionist" continues looking around the arena before stopping and glaring directly towards the camera. He puts the microphone to his mask-covered face.
Mirage: Enough of that shit. My name is Mirage and I'm...Well, I've been called many things. A psychopath. A savage. A monster. Some have even called me an entity. I just couldn't stand by and listen to Daniel nonsensically drabble on and on about how he's so good and he deserves this and that when he's done jack shit to prove it. Say goodbye to Daniel, kids. You won't be seeing him for quite some time. In his place, you have me. Lucky you. I'm here for one reason and one reason only. To let the shit hit the fan. See, I'm all about chaos. Pure, simple chaos. Daniel may have informed you of some of the things I've done in the past. Burnt a dog alive in front of its tied and gagged owners, put a man's girlfriend in a wheelchair. I may have also killed Daniel's father. Oops. But do you know why I've done all of these seemingly awful, hideous things? Yes, that's right. Chaos.
Mirage begins pacing back and forth as he continues talking.
Mirage: See, I'm a firm believer that purity does not exist in this World. People may make the claims that they're pure and just, but the harsh reality of it is that there's no such thing. Some people like to pretend they're good hearted and pure human beings. Some actually believe it. Myself? I embrace my psychotic, hate-filled role in Earth. I know I'm not a good person and I don't try to be. I just want everyone to realize that, no matter how hard they try, they will never be pure. That's it. I want you all to do as I do and embrace the insanity. Tonight, I will be facing Landon Cross, not Danny. And I promise this to you; he will learn my lesson. Prepare yourselves, for the truth will soon be understood by all. Sanity is just a mirage.
Mirage lets out a light laugh, before the lights go out again, this time ending the scene, very abruptly.
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 20, 2014 20:19:48 GMT -5
Mia Scott vs. Nathan Cross The arena comes to a halt, everyone pauses and watches on closely as the smoke begins to engulf the stage. More and more smoke continues to power out as the lights cut out and the music begins to play. “Nothing Matters
(Nothing Matters)
Nothing Matters, but the voice inside
Nothing Matters
Nothing Matters
Nothing Matters, in the great divide
GO!”As the music explodes through the arena, Nathan Cross explodes onto the stage. He stands their for a few seconds, smirking out at the crowd as they rain down boos. Cruz: The following is your opening contest of the evening and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York! Weighing in at 230 pounds… NATHAN CROSS! “Open up the flood gates
you wanna trust my words
heal my hurt and feel my pain
but if you knew the reasons, I run
they'd be the reasons, you'd never stay.”Walking right through the crowd ignoring the fans, Nathan walks towards the ring, focused. He gets to the ring before sliding into it. “Maybe, one day my scars will fade
I am my cross to bear
(I am my cross to bear)
No, I don't want to shelter you
from everything that I've been through
so will you, will you
let me be your cross to bear.”Nathan mounts the nearest second turnbuckle, smirking as he purposely riles up the fans, as they continue raining boos down upon him. He drops down from the turnbuckle and goes to the center of the ring, waiting for the match to begin. Clement: Our opening contest tonight is a match between two FGA newcomers as Nathan Cross takes on Mia Scott. Grayson: That's right. Nathan Scott, if my info is correct, will be making his pro debut tonight after spending the past several years honing his craft. meanwhile, Mia's got a little bit of an edge on him. She's competed for the likes of Pro-Wrestling Frontier recently. But now she's returning to the ring. What better place for her to try and make her mark than in FGA? The lights in the majority of the arena dim, focusing on the entrance ramp as the intro to Fireflight’s “Stand Up” starts to play through the PA system. Look at all the lonely hearts
Shivering out in the dark
Hiding from the truth, cover up the proof...
Demons that I’ve tried to hide
Imprison me in my own lies
And all that I can do is cover up the proof... As the intro plays, the lights dim more and more, until even the entrance ramp is only barely lit. It holds that dimness for a moment or two, but the song kicks off rather abruptly, and as Mia enthusiastically runs out onto the stage, the lights kick back up to full power. Don’t be afraid...to...
STAND UP!
Stand up if you’re broken
STAND UP!
Stand up if you feel ashamed
You are not alone when you hurt this way Cruz: And his opponent, from London, England! Weighing in at 126 pounds… MIA SCOTT! Mia makes a quick trip down to the ring, slapping hands with any fans that might have stuck their hands out as she walks by. She circles around the ring, sliding under the bottom rope before making her way to the nearest turnbuckle, pointing out toward the fans for a moment before hopping down, settling back in the corner. Clement: Mia Scott has got a couple of matches under her belt over in Frontier. But for whatever reason, she vanished from the wrestling circuit, only to reappear just recently. Grayson: I don't know what her issues were. For her sake, she better hope that the past is behind her. This Nathan kid is hungry. One mistake on her part and this young gun will take advantage of it. The bell sounds as Cross and Scott lock up. After jockeying for position, Scott moves Cross into the ropes. The ref is then forced to go over and give both grapplers until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Both grapplers appear to make a clean break… until Cross nails Scott with a haymaker to the midsection. Lula applauds from the outside. But the crowd boos as the cheap shot drops Scott down to her knees, then all fours. Clement: Blatant cheap shot there by Nathan Cross. Grayson: Hey, if you leave yourself wide open like that, then what's your opponent supposed to do? The ref kneels down to check on her and ask if she’s okay. After nodding her head, Scott slowly gets back up to her feet. She then begins to circle the ring as Cross motions for her to come over and get some more. So Scott obliges, inching her way over towards Cross before locking up with him. After jockeying for position, Cross again gains the advantage. But this time, Cross moves Scott into the corner. The ref again goes over and gives both grapplers until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Both grapplers again appear to make a clean break. That is, until Cross rocks Scott with a stiff forearm strike to the face. Clement: Another cheap shot by Cross! Grayson: That one looks to have knocked her for a loop. Cross follows up with a series of forearm strikes, sending Scott slumping down in the corner to boos from the crowd. The crowd continues to voice their displeasure as Cross repeatedly stomps away at her chest. He then reaches up with his foot and begins to choke Scott. Lula can be seen on the outside taunting Scott as the ref gives Cross until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Cross breaks the hold. He then holds his arms up in the air as he casually walks away from the corner and waits back at the center of the ring. After the ref checks up on her, Scott reaches up, grabs the ropes with both hands and pulls herself back up. Scott makes her way out of the corner and begins to circle the ring. She slowly inches over towards Scott and locks up. After jockeying for position, Scott throws Cross down with a Harai Goshi. Cross gets back up, but Scott throws him down with a Seoi Nage. Cross turns over, slaps the mat out of frustration and gets back to his feet. But Scott sends him right back down with an Uchi Mata. The crowd cheers as Scott drops down and follows up with a cross armbar. The ref asks Cross if he wants to give up. But Cross refuses to quit. He locks his hands together, trying his hardest to block Scott from extending his arm. He then reaches out with his left foot and places it on the bottom rope, forcing the ref to break the hold to boos from the crowd. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Scott breaks the hold. After Cross turns over onto his knee, he shakes his arm before getting back up to his feet. Clement: After being rocked by several of Cross' cheap shots early, Scott was able to retake control of the match and even apply that cross armbar. Grayson: She's in the driver's seat for now. But how long will it last? Both grapplers head towards each other and lock up. Scott quickly places Cross in a side headlock. But cross is able to shove Scott off of him and into the ropes. When Scott comes back, she goes for a double leg takedown. But Cross counters with a sprawl. He picks up Scott and moves her into the corner before delivering a series of knee lifts to the face. Cross then takes Scott and whips her into the opposite corner. After sizing her up, Cross runs across the ring and goes for a discus clothesline. But Scott moves out of the way, causing Cross to crash into the corner to cheers from the crowd. As Cross stumbles back, Scott takes him down with an inverted DDT to cheers from the crowd. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cross kicks out. Scott picks up Cross, moves him into the corner and delivers a series of Muay Thai knees to the midsection. After delivering a snapmare out of the corner, Scott follows up with a roundhouse kick to the head. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cross kicks out. Scott picks up Cross, snapmares him over again and then runs into the ropes. When Scott comes back, she connects with a dropkick to the face. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cross gets his shoulder up. Clement: Yet another nearfall for Mia Scott! Grayson: She keeps knocking Nathan Cross down. But she can't keep him down. Scott picks up Cross and delivers a spinning back kick to the midsection, doubling him over. She then runs into the ropes. When Scott comes back, Cross lifts her up, turns and throws her down with a spinebuster. The crowd boos as Cross quickly mounts himself on top of her and lunges down with forearm strikes to the face. He then transitions into a cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Scott gets her shoulder up. Cross picks up Scott, knees her in the midsection and then delivers a high knee lift, sending her stumbling into the ropes. As Scott bounces off the ropes, Cross nails her with a stiff forearm strike to the face, sending her stumbling back into the ropes. When Scott comes back, she rattles off a series of right hands to cheers from the crowd. While Cross is dazed, Scott runs back into the ropes. When she comes back, she goes for a clothesline. But Cross ducks and counters with a Crossfire Suplex. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Scott gets her shoulder up. Clement: Big suplex there by Cross, but it only gets two. Grayson: Yeah, but did you see the force he swung her down to the mat with? Cross picks up Scott and whips her into the ropes. When Scott comes back, Cross throws out a discus clothesline. But Scott ducks. When Cross turns around, Scott takes him down with an STO to cheers from the crowd. She then picks up Cross, underhooks his arms and plants him with Future Shock. Scott then picks up a dazed Cross and delivers another spinning back to the midsection. While Cross is doubled over, Scott hops onto his back, flips over and delivers the Circle Line to cheers from the crowd. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! “Stand Up” plays to cheers from the crowd. Cruz: Here is your winner, MIA SCOTT! The crowd cheers as the ref raises Mia's arm in victory. Clement: Mia Scott picks up the victory in her FGA debut! Grayson: It's always better to start off win a win than with a loss. But will she be able to build off this win? Only time will tell. |
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 20, 2014 20:23:50 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 20, 2014 20:25:53 GMT -5
Landon Cross vs. Danny Diamond The lights go out as the music begins to blast through the speakers as Landon appears from behind the curtain as he is wearing a black hooded sweat shirt with the hood up. He looks around the crowd before making his way towards the ring as he holds out his hands the crowd slaps it. Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada! Weighing in at 200 pounds… LANDON CROSS! He walks up the steps and climbs to the top rope and does a back flip landing on his feet he walks over taking the sweatshirt off he hands it to the ring side valet. He keeps his eyes focused on the entrance way as he paces a bit waiting on his opponent to make their entrance. Clement: We go from one Cross to another as Landon Cross takes on, well... Grayson: For Landon's sake, he better hope he fares better than Nathan Cross did in our opener. The eerie sound of Slipknot's "(515)" hits the PA System as Mirage makes his way out to the stage. As horrifying, blood curdling screams are heard, Mirage walks slowly down to the ring, completely contradicting the loud, menacing sounds of his theme song with a calm, quiet stride to the squared circle. Cruz: And his opponent, from Parts Unknown! Weighing in at 2009 pounds! He is “The Illusionist” MIRAGE! By the time he reaches the ring, he leisurely walks up the steel steps and enters through the ropes. He steps into the center of the ring, looking up at the roof of the building, or perhaps looking passed the roof, before bringing his head back down. Clement: Landon Cross was supposed to take on Danny Diamond. But instead, he'll be taking on... Mirage. Danny Diamond's split personality has once again manifested itself. This time, here in FGA. Grayson: Something tells me that this isn't good news for Landon Cross. The bell sounds as both grapplers lock up. After jockeying for position, Mirage moves Cross into the corner. The ref then goes over and gives both men until the count of five to break it up. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Both men appear to make a clean break… until Mirage delivers a cross chop to the throat to boos from the crowd. He follows up with a series of clubbing shots that send Cross slumping down in the corner. After reaching down with his arm, Mirage chokes Cross while the ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…FI-- Mirage breaks the hold late. The ref scolds him for not breaking it in time. But Mirage pays him no mind as he pulls Cross back up to his feet. He then goes for an irish whip. But Cross reverses, sending Mirage into the opposite corner. Cross then runs across the ring. But Mirage nails him with an elbow to the face. As Cross stumbles back, Mirage hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, leaps off and knocks Cross down with a diving European Uppercut to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cross gets his shoulder up. Mirage yanks up Cross, knees him in the midsection and then whips him into the ropes. When cross comes back, Mirage knocks him down with a roundhouse kick. Cross tries to shake out the cobwebs and attempts to get up to his feet. But Mirage runs back over and connects with a step-up enzuigiri, sending him flipping down to the canvas. Mirage then reaches down, yanks up Cross, lifts him up and plants him with the Chupacabra. Clement: Landon Cross just got dumped right on his head! Grayson: It looks like the worst is yet to come for him... While Cross is down, Mirage steps through the ropes and climbs the the turnbuckles. Once Mirage reaches the top, he leaps off and connects with The Vanishing Hitchhiker to the chest. As Cross slowly turns over and gets up clutching his chest, Mirage darts across the ring and delivers the Bloody Mary to boos from the crowd. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! "(515)" plays as boos and jeers can be heard from the crowd. Cruz: Here is your winner, Mirage. The ref goes to raise Mirage's arm. But he's unsure if that's a good idea for not. So instead he just points to him, signalling him as the winner. Grayson: Landon Cross actually faired worse than Nathan Cross. At least Nathan was competitive in his loss. At least Nathan looked like he had the match won at some points. Landon just got ran over. Clement: Who knows whether this darker, more aggressive version will yield long-term results for him. But tonight, it was MIRAGE that got the win. |
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 20, 2014 20:28:05 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in the back of the Frontier Fieldhouse. We see Riley Owens standing in front of a large Frontier Grappling Arts banner; the FGA Pride title is slung over his shoulder. Riley looks directly into the camera and holds his gaze for a few moments.)
Owens: Thank you for tuning into this Public Service Announcement.
(Riley shakes his head.)
Owens: Weeks ago I told you all that you would be seeing a brand new Riley Owens. I’m not a liar; I’ve delivered on that promise. At Above & Beyond III, I took the fight to the ‘mighty’ Kevin Hardaway, making him tap out. My, how humbling an experience that had to be for him. Two weeks later I took on who most people thought was my toughest challenge here as the FGA Pride Champion. And, while Cyncity did fight hard and did provide me with a challenge, she was always forced to tap out as well.
(Riley sighs, as if he is slightly annoyed.)
Owens: Ha, we are all adults here right? Now, you think by now, people would have received the message loud and clear.
(Riley shakes his finger.)
Owens: But some of you insist on trying me. And quite frankly; my patience is running low.
(Riley doesn’t saying anything for a few second, but his cold gaze remains on the camera.)
Owens: Just who the Hell do you all think you are dealing with!
(Riley nods his head.)
Owens: Some of you all kiss the ground Jimmy Page walks on. OH yeah, the same Jimmy Page who the world champion here, but seems to wrestle VERY sporadically.
(Riley smirks.)
Owens: But you have the gall to take shots at me!?
(Riley shakes his head once again.)
Owens: And, you know what’s really sad? It’s the fact that most of you all can’t seem to say shit you my face. You’ve got all that keyboard courage on Twitter. But, none of you dissenters have the nerve to walk straight up to me and face me like a man.
Hmm, such cowardice!
(Riley nods his head.)
Owens: The fact of the matter is; Riley Owens works on just about every card. Every single night I go out and have one of the best matches on the card, if not THE best match on the card. The fact of the matter is I’ve held this Pride Championship longer than anyone in FGA history; and I’ve successfully defended this belt more than anyone.
(Riley smirks.)
Owens: At this point, none of the shit talking you all do holds any weight. At this point, the only thing you all can do is just shut the Hell up and meet me in the ring. You think you are better than me and can defeat me? Then meet me in the ring. You think I’m a pussy? Then meet me in the ring. You think you are worthy enough of taking the Pride Championship away from me? Then meet me in the damn ring!
I’ll give you a reality check.
(Riley continues to stare into the camera.)
Owens: If you are offended or you think this PSA applies to you—then get in line.
(The camera fades out.)
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 20, 2014 20:37:23 GMT -5
Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship Match
(c) Chaz Holiday vs. Seth Lawless Seth Lawless steps through the curtain to boos from the crowd. After throwing on his sunglasses, he slowly walks down the ramp and avoids any interaction with the fans. Lawless then slides into the ring and waits for his opponent to come in. Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship! Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan! Weighing in at 240 pounds! He is “The Lawless One,” SETH LAWLESS! "Blackout" by Breathe Carolina begins to play and Chaz Holiday emerges from behind the black curtains. He stops at the top of the entrance, smiling and looking around at the crowd. Clement: Seth Lawless finds himself challenging for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship in his third FGA match. But is this too much, too soon? Can he handle the pressure? Grayson: Can he? Lawless has done nothing but excel under the pressure. Need I remind you that he eliminated every single person in that pre show battle royal for Above & Beyond III? Didn't he just defeat Camellia D. Magna the last time out? As far as I'm concerned, Lawless has proven that he's ready. Cruz: And his opponent, now residing out of Los Angeles, California! Weighing in at 221 pounds! He is the reigning… defending… Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion! Ladies and gentleman, CHAZ HOLIDAY! As he makes his way to the ring, he high fives fans along the way. As he gets to the ring, he jumps up on the apron and steps between the ropes, getting into the ring. Clement: Chaz Holiday hasn't defended his championship in quite some time. But he's ready to defend his gold here tonight. Grayson: Chaz Holiday may be the champion. But it's only because he's gone to great lengths to ensure that he hasn't had to defend that belt for several weeks on end. Back in the old days, you had to defend those titles once every 30 days. If you didn't, you were stripped of the title. If we were to apply that to Chaz Holiday, he'd probably be stripped two or three times over by now. But the ducking and dodging stops tonight. He's got to put that belt up on the line. Let's see what this guy's made of. The bell sound as both grapplers lock up. After jockeying for position, Lawless takes Holiday by the arm and wrings it. He then delivers another arm wringer before trying to yank Holiday’s shoulder out of its socket. After another yank of the shoulder by Lawless, Holiday drops down to one knee. While Holiday winces in pain, the ref asks him if he wants to give up. But Holiday shakes his head no. Holiday then tries to get back to his feet, but Lawless yanks his shoulder again, dropping him right back down to one knee. The crowd boos as Lawless transitions into a shoulder lock. After a few, the ref again asks Holiday if he wants to give up. But Holiday refuses to quit. He then gets back up to his feet, punches Lawless in the midsection three times and then runs into the ropes. When Holiday comes back, Lawless delivers a kitchen sink to the midsection, sending Holiday flipping down to the canvas. Lawless quickly drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Holiday kicks out. Lawless picks up Holiday and places him in a side headlock. But Holiday is able to shove Lawless off of him and into the ropes. But when Lawless comes back, he knocks Holiday down with a running shoulder block. He then runs into another set of ropes as Holiday kips back up. When Lawless comes back, Holiday leap frogs over him. Lawless then continues to run into the ropes. When Lawless comes back, Holiday goes for a hip toss. But Lawless blocks it. He then hits Holiday in the midsection, doubling him over. After draping his leg across the back of Holiday’s neck, Lawless performs a backflip. After Lawless lands on his feet, he takes Holiday down with an STO to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Holiday kicks out. Lawless picks up Holiday, moves him into the corner and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then takes Holiday, moves him from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Holiday comes back, Lawless bends over to set up a back body drop. But Holiday counters with a sunset flip. However, Lawless rolls through it and counters with a front dropkick to the face. The crowd boos as he quickly goes over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Holiday kicks out. Clement: Lawless gets a two count. But he's been dominating the action from the opening bell. Grayson: This is what happens when you sit on your championship for months on end. Chaz Holiday has had no pressure whatsoever. The only time he really had any was in the quarterfinals of the Frontier Lions Cup. We all know how that one went. Now the ante has been upped. Now Chaz has to win the match or risk losing his title. And now you're seeing the results. The lazy champ is getting worked over by the man that's done nothing but impress since his debut. Lawless picks up Holiday and places him in another side headlock. Holiday goes to shove Lawless off of him, but Lawless crouches down to block the move. Lawless then stands back up as he cinches in the hold. The ref goes over and asks Holiday if he wants to give up. But Holiday wags his finger at him. After three punches to the midsection, Holiday goes to shove Lawless off of him. But again its to no avail. He then repositions himself and elbows Lawless three times in the midsection. He then goes to lift Lawless up with a belly to back suplex. But Lawless rolls over his shoulder, lands on his feet, grabs Holiday from behind, runs and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd boos as Holiday’s back collides with the floor. Holiday can be seen cringing in pain as he arches his back on the outside. Clement: Holiday with a hard fall to the outside! Grayson: Lawless just threw him over the top rope like it was nothing! And did you heard that thud after his back smacked against the floor? You know he's got to be hurting after that one... While Holiday is down, Lawless steps out onto the apron and raises his arms in the air to boos from the crowd. Clement: What's he going for here? As Holiday turns over and begins to get up, Lawless turns around to get himself in position. Once Holiday is up on his feet, Lawless goes for an Asai Moonsault. But Holiday avoids the move by sliding back into the ring. Thankfully for Lawless, he’s able to land safely on his feet. He then runs back towards the ring and leaps up onto the apron. But Holiday meets him with a perfectly timed shoulder thrust through the ropes. He then follows up with a guillotine drop, dazing Lawless on the ropes. As Lawless leans back on the apron, he begins to swing his arms wildly, trying his best to regain his balance. But it’s to no avail as Holiday runs into the corner and connects with a triangle dropkick, knocking him off the apron and to the floor to crowd. As Lawless gets up on the floor, Holiday runs into the ropes. As Holiday picks up speed, an “oooooooooh” can be heard from the crowd. The crowd’s chant reaches its crescendo as Holiday flips to the outside, taking down Lawless with a plancha to cheers from the crowd. Clement: Holiday knocks down Lawless with a huge dive to the outside! Grayson: But can he get him back in the ring and pin him? Holiday picks up Lawless and rolls him back into the ring. He then rolls himself back in and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Lawless kicks out. Holiday picks up Lawless, moves him into the ropes and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops. He then takes Lawless and goes for an irish whip. But Lawless reverses, sending Holiday into the ropes. When Holiday comes back, Lawless bends over to set up a back body drop. But Holiday jumps over him. When Lawless stands back up and turns around, he turns around into a dropkick. Lawless gets back up, but Holiday knocks him down with another dropkick. Lawless gets back up, but Holiday knocks him down with a third dropkick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Lawless kicks out. After picking Lawless back up, Holiday throws him down with a scoop slam before heading out onto the apron. After climbing up to the top turnbuckle, Holiday crouches down and waits for Lawless to get up. When Lawless gets up to his feet and turns around, Holiday stands up, leaps off and connects with a missile dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Holiday crawls over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Lawless gets his shoulder up. Clement: The high-risk connects, but it only gets two! Holiday has really turned this one around, hasn't he? Holiday picks up Lawless and whips him into the ropes. When Lawless comes back, Holiday bends over to set up a back body drop. But Lawless stops and counters with a facebuster. He then picks up Holiday and whips him into the corner. Lawless then runs over into the corner and connects with a clothesline. After turning around, he places Holiday in a headlock and delivers a running bulldog from out of the corner. Lawless pushes over Holiday and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Holiday gets his shoulder up. Lawless picks up Holiday and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. As Holiday stumbles back, Lawless grabs him around the waist and goes for a German Suplex. But Holiday blocks the move. After delivering three elbows to the face, Holiday performs a standing switch and goes for a German Suplex of his own. But Lawless counters with a wheelbarrow victory roll. ONE! . . TWO! . . Holiday kicks out. Grayson: We almost had a new champ there! After both men scramble to get back to their feet, Holiday goes for a running clothesline. But Lawless connects with a superkick that stuns the champ. He then quickly turns Holiday around, grabs him from behind and delivers a German Suplex to boos from the crowd. While Holiday is down, Lawless heads into the corner and climbs the turnbuckles. Once he gets to the top, Lawless raises his arms, garnering boos and jeers from the crowd. He flips back, going for The Unstoppable Moonsault. But Holiday rolls towards the corner, causing Lawless to land stomach-first onto the canvas. The crowd cheers as Lawless misses the high risk maneuver. Clement: The moonsault may be unstoppable. But it was definitely avoidable as Holiday was able to roll out of the way! As Lawless slowly turns over onto his back, Holiday pulls himself up to his feet. He then looks down at Lawless, then over at the top turnbuckle. Holiday’s eyes widen, knowing that Lawless is in perfect position to receive a moonsault of his own. As soon as Holiday points to the top turnbuckle, the crowd cheers. So Holiday obliges by heading into the corner and scaling the turnbuckles. Once Holiday reaches the top, he flips back connecting with a moonsault of his own. Clement: Holiday with the moonsault off the top! Lawless may have missed, but Holiday certainly didn't! Holiday gets up to his feet and crouches down. He frantically waves up Lawless, waiting for his opponent to get in perfect position for his finisher. As Lawless slowly gets up, Holiday runs over, jumps up and brings him down with The Party Starter. The crowd cheers as he turns Lawless over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . THREE! "Black" blasts over the PA as the crowd cheers. Cruz: Here is your winner, CHAZ HOLIDAY! Holiday gets one arm raised by the ref while he uses the other to raise his Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship belt. (Chaz Holiday begins retreating towards the backstage area after a hard fought match with Seth Lawless. The Chicago Ridge crowd is enamored with the two time FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion. The crowd nudges to get close to the security railings that line the entrance ramp, pushing and shoving like a bunch of housewives fighting over some black Friday doorbuster sales. Chaz walks along the left side and makes it a point to slap each extended hand as he walks back. Halfway through he cuts over to the right side and continues slapping hands with the fans. He stops and poses with a few young fans. As he stands upright a punch is thrown from a few rows deep that connects right on the bridge of Chaz’s nose. He stumbles back and the fans part like the red sea. Two men wearing black hooded sweatshirts with the hood covering their heads, hop over the security railing and begin hammering away at Chaz Holiday. They peel back the hoods as Holiday collapses down to his hands and knees.) Kevin Clement: It’s the Black Hand! Evan Grayson: Tommy Knox and Chris Madison just ambushed Chaz Holiday! Kevin Clement: And for what reason? They claimed the only reason for the attack on Annie Zellor was because she is one half of the tag team champions. Holiday is not the other half! (Madison and Knox stalk Holiday as he begins crawling back towards the ring. He gets to the ringside area and sees that Madison and Knox are still pacing behind him. He turns towards them and throws a desperate right hand into the mid section of Chris Madison that doubles him over for a moment. As he tries to stand, Tommy grabs him with a front face lock and begins clubbing down across his back. Tommy peels back one of Chaz’s arms, exposing his side, allowing Madison to drive some bone shattering knees into his ribs. Madison steps back and Knox slips down, wrapping his arms around Holiday’s torso, and drives him ribs first into the ring apron.) Kevin Clement: Someone needs to come out here and stop this. Security? Anyone in the back? (Madison lifts up the ring apron and drops down to one knee. He reaches under and pulls out a lead pipe, similar to the one Laurel Anne Hardy had used on Chris in Dearborn. Knox slides into the and then reaches through the ropes, pulling Chaz up onto the ring apron. Knox forces Holiday’s arms over the top ropes and then pushes down while pulling up on the middle rope. Holiday’s arms get trapped between the ring ropes and he stands helpless on the apron. Madison climbs up and joins him, still toting the lead pipe in hand. Madison swings the lead pipe and connects with Holiday’s ribs. Suddenly the crowd shrieks as Annie Zellor, Laurel Anne Hardy, and Leanne Evangelista storm down the aisle and slide into the ring. Madison jumps off of the apron and Knox drops down and rolls under the bottom rope. The two members of the Black Hand regroup at the foot of the entranceway as the ladies stand side by side in the ring. Evangelista and Zellor help Holiday out of the ropes as Laurel Anne Hardy signals for a microphone from the timekeeper’s table. Hardy paces around the ring as she replies, but her incredulous gaze never leaves The Black Hand.) Laurel Anne Hardy: Far be it from us to stand in judgment of a team brand spanking new to FGA who walk straight up to the champions, since - yanno - that’s exactly what we did. And we may not be perfect - very close maybe, but not quite - but we ain’t hypocrites. But we, we… we asked politely, yeh? You guys… you attacked us, attacked our friends, and you expect us to reward you for that with a title shot? That... nah, that sounds like a kind of positive reinforcement we don’t need. So really, as far as I’m concerned, you can get fucked with a fire hydrant. (Her pacing stops, and she smiles a smile with an edge of the chasm of internal conflict and an aftertaste of burning chaos straining at the edges of reality.) Laurel Anne Hardy: And as I said on the FGA website earlier this week, you guys are pushing me to a place I really don’t wanna go… and you two, you definitely don’t want me to go there. Fair few people in the back right now can attest to that. This is gonna be better for everyone if we drop all the attacks an’ aggression an’ at least pretend to be reasonable people. (The camera pans to the entranceway where The Black Hand members are standing, glaring defiantly at the #sparklebuddies. It appears as though someone has handed Chris Madison a microphone.) Chris Madison: Laurel, darling...You make it so easy. I can see your skin crawling as I stand here before you and speak. Could we have rolled in here and simply just asked for a title shot? Sure we could have. But I’m not the kind of guy to beg for what he wants and I’m a firm believer that actions speak louder than words. Would you two have really given us the time of day if we didn’t mug Annie in Columbus? See Tommy and I, we’re impatient people. We’re not going to stand by and leave our fate in other peoples hands. So until we get what we want, we will continue to drive the point home. The Black Hand is here to stay in FGA and we are going to dominate the tag team division no matter who stands in our way! Annie Zellor:You guys are really going about this all wrong! Like, if there’s anything that #sparklebuddies do it’s never back down from a challenge. Chaz never backed down from Seth or Josh and Laurel has never backed down from a fight in her life. And I’m not gonna just let you two try and intimidate us like this… (Annie stands on the bottom rope, leaning over so she’s looking Chris square in the eyes. He smirks, confidently as the the youngster briefly pulls a #grrface at him.) Annie Zellor: We know The Black Hand deserve a shot at the FGA World Tag Team titles, there was really never an argument about that. But you didn’t need to attack me backstage in Columbus. You didn’t need to attack Leanne after her match in Dearborn and you really didn’t need to jump Chaz here tonight. ‘Cause right now I’m telling you guys that you’re not gonna just get a match with us at Capital Combat … you’re gonna get a sparkly ass kicking instead! (‘Jager Yoga’ begins to play throughout the arena as the #sparklebuddies hold up their tag titles for all to see. Chaz and Leanne stand by the champions in the ring, all four of them staring down the aisle as the smirking members of The Black Hand walk backwards up the aisle, never taking their eyes off those belts.) Kevin Clement: I think that means we'll be seeing The #sparklebuddies versus The Black Hand at Capital Combat then, Evan, and I for one cannot wait to see that match! |
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 20, 2014 20:39:08 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 20, 2014 20:44:26 GMT -5
Dom Harter vs. Nico Touza 'Luck be a Lady' by Frank Sinatra tears through the arena, accompanied by a selection of green, white and red strobe lighting, signalling the arrival of “The Young Don” himself. He springs onto the stage from behind the curtain, looking enthusiastic and full of energy ahead of this fight. The mere sight of Nico Touza evokes a positive reaction from the audience here this evening, but the Italian American innovator doesn't seem fazed by it either way. Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from New York City, New York! Weighing in at 224 pounds… NICO TOUZA! The young fighter runs down the remainder of the ramp and slides underneath the bottom rope, only to leap to his feet and strike a confident crucifix pose to the audience in attendance. Touza removes his Aviator shades and tosses them into the crowd, before indulging in some last second stretches. Clement: Nico Touza has been up and down since his FGA debut. But recently, he's been more down than up. Grayson: Well, that doesn't exactly inspire a lot of confidence going into a match with The Tenacious Little Bastard. The opening chords of “Low Self Opinion” begin to play throughout the arena as the crowd begin to boo. After ten seconds or so, Dom Harter steps out from behind the curtain. He throws his arms out to either side, his gaudy leather with patches of studs and spiked shoulders proudly on display. The ever familiar crooked grin plastered on his face as he begins to stride down the aisle, soaking in the boos and jeers that are coming from the fans here in Chicago Ridge. Cruz: And his opponent, from Cambridge, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 238 pounds! He is “The Tenacious Little Bastard,” DOM HARTER! Harter climbs up the ring steps and climbs in through the middle rope; once inside the squared circle, Harter taunts the fans, beckoning them to boo him further as he removes his leather jacket and the Believe t-shirt he wears underneath it. Clement: For the first time in several months, Harter came face to face with the man that was his mentor, Malcolm Drake. What did he do? He slapped the taste right out of his mouth! Grayson: Good for him. I can't say I blame Harter. Could you believe the nerve of Drake to say that he's now here to make himself in FGA's image? I didn't think I'd ever see the day where Malcolm Drake went soft. Clement: Call him whatever you want. I certainly don't buy this new, improved Malcolm Drake. For all we know, this could be another Murder plot. The bell sounds as Harter blindsides Touza with a yakuza kick, knocking him down to boos from the crowd. The crowd continues to boo Harter as Harter puts the boots to Touza. He reaches down, yanks up Touza, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Touza around, Harter lunges forward, nearly driving the air out of Touza with a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. Touza begins to stumble out of the corner. But Harter grabs him by the throat and shoves him back into the corner. He then lunges forward, grabbing hold of Touza’s neck with both hands. Harter’s forearms bulge as he tries to choke the life out of his opponent. The crowd voices their displeasure with boos, jeers and random calls for a DQ. The ref then goes over and gives Harter until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Harter gladly lets go… only to lunge back into the corner and choke Touza again. This really gets the crowd going as their boos get turned up to another level. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FI-- Harter reluctantly breaks the hold. The ref then goes to scold Harter for not breaking the hold in a timely fashion. But one look from Harter causes the ref to take a few steps back. When Harter turns back to Touza, Touza pops him in the mouth with a series of right hands. As Harter stumbles back with each punch, the crowd gets louder and louder with their support for Touza. While Harter is dazed, Touza runs into the ropes. When Touza comes back, Harter knocks him down with a hard lariat, quickly cutting off his comeback. Harter touches his lip to see if Touza broke his skin. While he isn’t bleeding, Harter goes over and stomps the hell out of Touza for having the gall to punch him. Clement: Dom Harter is just having his way with Nico at this point. Grayson: Would you expect anything less? Harter is going to send a message loud and clear to Malcolm Drake. That message is going to be in the form on Nico's mangled body. Harter reaches down, picks up Touza and nails him with a headbutt to the bridge of the noise, sending Touza stumbling back into the ropes. Harter marches over, grabs Touza, brings him away from the ropes and delivers another headbutt. This time, the heabdutt drops Touza to the canvas. The crowd boos as Harter takes the heel of his boot and scrapes it across Touza’s face. He then places the sole of his boot across Touza’s throat and crouches down, choking Touza. Harter can be seen gritting his teeth as applies even more pressure to the hold. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Harter lets go. He then reaches down, picks up Touza and applies an inverted facelock from behind. After scanning the crowd, Harter hoists up Touza before dropping him on his head with a reverse implant DDT. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO! Touza gets his shoulder up. The crowd cheers at a sign of life from Touza. But Harter tries to quickly snuff that out by mounting himself on Touza and hammering down with a barrage of rights and lefts. Clement: Harter's all over Touza like a rabid dog! Grayson: The poor kid should have just played dead. He would have been better off. Harter gets off of Touza, picks him back up and delivers a knee strike to the midsection. While Touza is doubled over, Harter hooks both arms before driving him face-first into the mat with Spin The Black Circle. Touza tries to push himself off the mat. But its to no avail as he quickly falls back down face-first to the canvas. The crowd begins to boo, knowing that the inevitable is next. Harter then reaches down and slowly pulls him back up. After looking directly into the hard camera, Harter hoists up Touza before planting him with Goodnight To The World. Boos can be heard throughout the crowd as Harter makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! “Low Self Esteem” blares throughout the arena as the crowd erupts in boos. Cruz: Here is your winner, DOM HARTER. Harter purposely stands over Touza as the ref raises his arm. Clement: Dom Harter defeats Nico Touza in impressive fashion. This one wasn't even close. You think Malcolm Drake got his message? Grayson: Oh yeah, he got it loud and clear. Do NOT cross Dom Harter. |
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 20, 2014 20:49:28 GMT -5
Jimmy Page is seen, roaming the halls. He's completely undone, his hair back to being wild and messy, his entire upper body bare. The suit he had prepared to impress Cordelia was gone, all that was left were his loafers and the FGA World Championship he dragged behind himself. Jimmy keeps his head down, looking as if life was meaningless. Suddenly we see Spencer Burke. He's cautious of talking to Jimmy. Page stops in his tracks, keeping quiet as Burke looks to ask him some questions.
Spencer Burke: Uhm, Jimmy, earlier tonight...we saw you confess to Cordy Stevenson. She subsequently...
Spencer swallows slowly, trying to not use the word 'reject'...God help him.
Spencer Burke: Turned down your offer, and now people want to know, where is you mind right now heading into your non-title match with Johnny Karma?
Jimmy Page: ...
Spencer Burke: Is this going to have any effect on your match in any way?
Jimmy Page: I got her flowers, I got her favorite flowers, purple tulips...
Spencer looks confused, he raises an eyebrow and gets closer.
Spencer Burke: I'm sorry?
Jimmy Page: Purple tulips are her favorite, they're her favorite flowers, then why would she do this to me, why would she--
Spencer Burke: Jimmy w-we can't hear you, what--
Jimmy coils his hand around Spencer's tie slowly. He pulls him in close, face to face. Spencer's eyes widen as he looks on, a bit frightened. Jimmy's eyes look dead, as if all hope had long been gone. He parts his lips slowly...
Jimmy Page: She will love me...
Jimmy uncoils his hand from Burke's tie, places a hand over the interviewer's face and shoves him slowly out of the way. He drags his feet, eyes down, hunched over. Burke looks on, watching Page leave with a look of fear and confusion present on his face.
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 20, 2014 20:54:24 GMT -5
Cordy Stevenson vs. Bob Pooler “Hail to the King” blasts out of the speakers as the curtain is pulled back and out steps Pooler. Cellphone flashes illuminate him in an almost strobe light effect as he stands there soaking in the energy. He smiles as he hears the boos from the crowd. Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Montreal, Quebec, Canada! Weighing in at 228 pounds… BOB POOLER! He makes his way down to the ring as he recoils from the hands of those closest to the guard rail. He 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. Clement: Bob Pooler returned to FGA as a mystery participant in the Rey del Aire mini-tournament. After making it to the finals, Pooler was able to defeat Ash to become the first Rey del Aire winner. But it wasn't without controversy? Grayson: Are you kidding me? We're still on that? You and everyone else just need to get over it. Besides, Ash is the one that's using a steel chair, which is a foreign object, in every single one of her matches. I haven't heard one complaint from you about that. But you're up in arms because Pooler put his feet on the ropes? Come on... The lights in the arena dim down a bit and take on a purplish hue. All of a sudden, the opening to Chris Brown's "Fine China" begins to blare through the speakers. The crowd gives a loud pop as Cordelia Stevenson slowly makes her way out onto the ramp, nodding her head to the music. Cordy stands atop the ramp for a brief second taking in the reception before dropping her head down and letting her hair fall in front of her face. As the beat drops, she snaps her head up, sending her hair flying from her face. She then sashays towards the ring, lip synching and playfully bouncing to the music as she reaches out and slaps hands with the fans. Cruz: And his opponent, from Freeport, Long Island! Weighing in at 146 pounds… CORDY STEVENSON! Once she gets to the ring, she walks up onto the apron and blows a bunch of kisses back out at the crowd before seductively ducking in between the ropes and stepping into the ring. She quickly makes her way over towards the turnbuckle, climbing up and interacting with the fans a bit more before hopping down and stretching in preparation for the opening bell as her music fades out. Clement: One person that did win their trophy the right way was Cordy Stevenson, who defeated Johnny Karma, Tony Carmine and Cyncity to become the 2014 Frontier Lions Cup winner. Now, she's got a date with Jimmy Page at Capital Combat for his FGA World Championship. Grayson: Oh, she's got a date with Page alright. But it's not the type of date that Page imaged. Poor guy. The guy pours his heart out to a woman, only to get his heart stomped all over in front of everyone. I can relate... The bell sounds as both grapplers lock up. After jockeying for position, Pooler moves Stevenson into the corner. The ref then gives both grapplers until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Both grapplers appear to make a clean break… until Pooler ducks down and delivers a shoulder thrust to boos from the crowd. He follows up with a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. Pooler then brings Cordy from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Stevenson reverses, sending Pooler into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, he knocks Stevenson down with a cross body block. ONE! . . Stevenson kicks out. As both grapplers scramble to get back to their feet, Pooler places Stevenson in a side headlock. But Stevenson is able to shove Pooler off of her and into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Stevenson leap frogs over him. Pooler then runs into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Stevenson drops down to the canvas. So Pooler hops over her and continues to run into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Stevenson pushes herself up and knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TW- Pooler kicks out. Stevenson picks up Pooler and applies a side headlock of her own. But instead of shoving her off of him, Pooler lifts her up for a belly to back suplex. But Stevenson rolls over his shoulder, lands on her feet and reapplies the side headlock. This time, Pooler shoves Stevenson off of him and into the ropes. But instead of bouncing into the ropes, Cordy uses the momentum to go for a handspring back elbow. But Pooler counters with a dropkick to the back, knocking her down. He turns her over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Stevenson kicks out. Clement: Great counter there by Pooler, but it only gets two. This match has been pretty evenly matched thus far. Grayson: You sound surprised. Yes, Cordy has been on fire as of late. But Pooler has got over a decade of experience on her. Pooler picks up Stevenson and throws her down with a scoop slam. He then motions towards the ropes, but he stops as he sees something coming down the aisle. The fans in the front row stand up and turn their attention to the aisle as well. Clement: W-what's going on down there? Grayson: Wait a minute? Is that who I think it is? Down the aisle walks Ash. But she’s not empty handed. She’s got a megaphone with her. Pooler begins to roll his eyes before shooing her away. Pooler then goes back to attack Cordy, but Ash pushes a button on the megaphone, letting off a siren sound effect. This causes Pooler to turn around and give her a stern look. He then shoos her away again. But this time, Ash raises the megaphone to her mouth. Ash: CHEAT! Pooler is a CHEATER! Pooler curls up his mouth while shaking his head. He shoos her away once more before turning back to Cordy. But Ash won’t let up. She gets right up to the side of the ring and shouts back into the megaphone. Ash: CHEAT! CHEAT! CHEAT! CHEAT! CHEAT! CHEAT! CHEAT! CHEAT! CHE-- Ash quickly takes a few steps back as Pooler runs over and kicks the bottom rope. Satisfied with getting under Pooler’s skin, Ash smirks as Pooler tells the ref to get her out of here. As Pooler steps back, the crowd cheers as Stevenson leaps up and takes him down with a leaping reverse bulldog. Clement: What a move by Cordy! Grayson: That's not fair! Pooler was clearly distracted by that sore loser, Ash. Stevenson runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she delivers a rolling senton, followed by a moonsault double knee drop to cheers and appluse. After dragging Pooler into position, Stevenson steps through the ropes, climbs to the the top turnbuckle, flips off and connects with The Beauty School Dropout to cheers and applause from the crowd. She turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! “Fine China” blasts over the PA as the crowd erupts with cheers. Cruz: Here is your winner, CORDY STEVENSON! The ref raises Stevenson’s arm in the air as the crowd continue to cheer. Clement: Cordy Stevenson picks up the victory... Grayson: ... but not without controversy. Go ahead and say it. Chastise her the same way you've done to Pooler. This match wouldn't have had this outcome if Ash didn't stick her nose in Pooler's business. Pooler slowly slips up, clutching his midsection in pain while he grits his teeth. When he looks over, he shoots a dirty look at Ash as she gives him a mocking wave. [ FADE OUT ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 20, 2014 21:01:27 GMT -5
“Burn Brighter” by Landsdowne begins to play as the surprised Chicago Ridge audience gets to their feet and begins cheering.
Grayson: What is this hack doing here?
Stepping through the curtains for the second time in a span of two weeks in none other than former FGA Heavyweight champion, Sean Sands. Sands is dressed in a suit this time, this one with the color gray. Sands checks and sees that his jacket is perfectly buttoned before straightening his black tie and making his way down to the ring. Sean slaps hands with the fans ringside before making his way up the steel steps. He walks on the apron for a few seconds before entering the ring like most members of the roster. Sean walks over to Manny Cruz and requests for his mic and getting it almost without any hesitation from Manny’s part. Sands then turns to the fans, a smile on his face.
Sean Sands: Bet you’re surprised to see me here again, huh?
Fans be like, “pretty much”. Sean just keeps smirking as he continues on.
Sean Sands: You really shouldn’t be surprised, guys. I told you that the only reason I didn’t come back to FGA right away was because I wanted to test other waters and see if I could climb to the top of another place and hold their top gold. And I have come here to tell you guys that that achievement has now been accomplished.
The audience cheers, congratulating Sean on being able to climb to the top of another company.
Sean Sands: So, it really was only a matter of time before I went to the FGA board of directors and asked to sign a contract to bring my old ass back into Frontier Grappling Arts. I just needed to realize that I needed to come back. Winning the GFC World championship was one thing. But there was one thing I needed to really open my eyes that I had to come back. And it was entering this ring again and being in front of each and every one of you.
Another round of cheering from the audience. The former FGA Heavyweight champion smiles now as he nods his head slightly.
Sean Sands: So, I signed this contract earlier today...
Sean reaches into his suit with his free hand and pulls out a folded packet of papers. Slowly, he unfolds it to reveal the FGA symbol in the front page with the some more writing on it. Sean quickly folds it back up and puts it back where he had it before continuing on.
Sean Sands: Which means that I’m officially back on this roster. Now, I want the people in the back to know one thing. I’m looking to correct a lot of mistakes and one of the ones I will definitely be looking to correct is a certain short reign of mine as this company’s top champion. But, I’m not going to try and leapfrog everyone else just by saying that I want to be the FGA World champion. You see, I’m not some Harvard asswipe who thinks he deserves something that hasn’t been his in over two years now. I know that I’m going to have to work my way up and that’s just the way I like it. Because when I become the FGA World champion again, I’ll have earned it through my hard work, just like I did the last time I had started from the bottom of the FGA ladder.
The audience applauds Sean’s plan on getting back on top.
Sean Sands: Thank you for your time, guys. Looking forward to putting on a show for you, just like I did before.
Sean drops his mic before attempting to exit the ring. Except… the lights dim and the all too familiar sound of Chris Cornell’s “You Know My Name” blasts throughout the Frontier Fieldhouse. The fans jump to their feet as their favorite battle-hardened veteran Chris Bond makes his way out from behind the curtain. A smirk the size of Texas sprawled out over his face. His unshaven cheeks blush slightly in the bask of their cheering, and he starts to make his way to the ring. Slapping a few hands on his way down, Sands has now made his way back to the center of the ring. Bond slides in under the bottom rope and Sands helps him up. The two shake hands and Bond points at him playfully mouthing “This GUY!” Bond walks over to the side of the ring and asks for a mic. His music dies down and he walks back over to greet the former FGA Heavyweight Champion.
Chris Bond: Seaaaaaan Sands! How the hell are ya, man?
Another small burst of excitement from the crowd.
Chris Bond: It must be the season for returns, am I right? I mean Chandler Scott…
A chorus of boos interrupts the two-time PRIDE Champion.
Chris Bond: Yeah, I’m not a fan either, folks. But he’s back. And so is Malcolm Drake. And now Sean Sands… and I’m certainly back. All of this buzz, the hairs are standing up on my arms! It’s electrifying! It’s goose-pimpling! It’s edge-of-the-seat ENTERTAINMENT! And let me be the first to welcome you back Sean. I mean, if I’m seen as a pillar of this business, you man, you’re the future! You were an underdog. You beat Kevin Hardaway in his home town. You put yourself on the map and you didn’t stop at just a single high-profile victory. No, you beat three men in one night. Was that enough? Nope! Not for Sean Sands! You did the unthinkable. You ended the reign of one of the most dominant sons of bitches ever to walk God’s green Earth! And you did all of it in less than six months. Hell, wasn’t it less than half of that!? You’re a star as bright as the Sun itself Sean! You man, you’re the measuring stick… and it’s a great thing to have you back.
The two smile and shake hands again, even going so far to bro-hug it out. The fans are on their feet, cheering loudly for such an amazing display of respect and sportsmanship. Sean smiles, basking in the glory of the Chicago Ridge crowd. Bond turns to leave, but stops, scratching at his head. A slight smirk on his face.
Chris Bond: Oh yeah, there was one more thing, Sean… It’s just that I think you… well, you deserve more than this.
*WHAM!* Bond nails Sands with the mic, dropping the 2013 Lion’s Cup winner to the mat. The crowd is stunned, but Bond wastes no time. He pulls Sands up to his feet, his hand wrapped in the younger man’s hair and glares out into the crowd, disgusted at not only Sean Sands but the people in attendance as well. Bond slinks around to the back and lays out the former FGA Heavyweight Champion with his “End of Days” maneuver. Sands’ face is planted into the mat and Bond just sits up for a moment, staring at the man he had just bro-hugged moments ago. Sean’s face is squished into the mat, his eyes closed and his hair matted as he lay knocked out in the ring. Bond pushes himself up from the mat and disrespectfully looks down at Sean. Half the crowd is stunned, the other half starts booing loudly. They cannot believe their eyes. Bond’s look of disgust doesn’t fade when he looks up from the seemingly unconscious Sean Sands. He shakes his head before turning and he makes his way to the back. No music plays, just the sound of an uproarious Chicago Ridge crowd booing the man they had just cheered to the heavens minutes ago.
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